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Driving Jackie Ch. 01

By: wallcleaver



I am a computer geek! More precisely, I'm Steve, and at 32, I am the president and sole employee of my own computer consulting business. I develop software, mostly database applications for medium and large businesses located throughout the United States and even 1 in Canada. So much for the 10 second resume. 

To expand a little, I fell in love with computers the first time I was exposed to one as a child. I was fascinated by the simplicity of the pure logic, the unambiguity of the 1's and 0's, the true and false, the yes and no. It just made sense to me and I was hooked. I knew from that moment that computers would play a big part in my life going forward. I found I could do just about anything with a computer and I was good at whatever I tried. When I say I was good with computers, I don't mean that I could just surf the web, compose email, work a spread sheet or a word processor, I understood everything about the process, almost down to the molecular level. 

I graduated from high school at 16, evidently I was good at other subjects besides computers. I then went to college and finished a 5 year program in 3, graduating with dual degrees in electrical and computer engineering. I'm not trying to brag, just set up some background to show how things developed to relate this tale. I originally did not plan to go to college, but my logical side won out over my emotional side when I realized that a 16 year old probably would not have much credibility with organizations I approached for a job. I was anxious to get out into the real world and get to work with the latest and greatest. Still, I chose to spend a few years in school, mostly to pass the time until I would be older, and also to get that sheepskin that so many employers seem to feel is important, regardless of what one has in his head. I had a full ride scholarship to UNC Chapel Hill, so money was not an issue and I thought I would do what it took to get by, then be able to go out on my own once finished. Fortunately I did use the time more productively, both the educational opportunity and the time to make some future plans that were better thought out. 

I had not originally intended to start my own business, but as a student in the dorms, I quickly became the go to guy regarding anything computer related. I would fix and upgrade machines for the other students, I would resolve network issues (this really pissed off the campus computing staff) and even help computer science students with their homework. I did all this with no thought of compensation, I just worked for the challenge and the joy of it all. However, some of the students insisted that they give me something for my services, so I would usually just say to get me a 6 pack or maybe a pizza. This covered my pizza and beer needs (staples for a college student), but did not really do much for the more materialistic needs I had. I realized I would need to start getting real money for anything I did, and even though I still charged very reasonable prices, a business class taught me that I needed to charge for my services fees that were appropriate for the value of my time and effort. 

During my college years, I watched with interest the rise and the eventual bursting of the tech bubble. With everyone flying high, I had visions of being the next instant Internet millionaire, but when the bubble burst, I realized that there were many thousands out there now unemployed who had those same thoughts. I concluded that being on the bleeding edge had some benefits, but also had just as many disadvantages and I wanted something more stable for myself. To this end, I decided to concentrate on the less flashy and sexy side of computing, the mid range machines that are the bread and butter of the majority of corporate America's back office operations. The very machines that run the country's business every day without complaint and without much notice. They just run and don't get the notoriety that the latest and greatest do. One other advantage to the bursting of the tech bubble was that there was a huge amount of new and almost new hardware available for bargain basement prices. I was able to purchase some very high end machines for pennies on the dollar. While not many know it, I have enough computing power in my basement to run a small country or a medium sized corporation. This is where I do my developing and what allows me to keep my business operating. 

One advantage of having my own business is that I could structure it any way I liked. I end up travelling about half the time, but the rest of the days I can work as I like or play the way I like. As I said earlier, I am very good at what I do, and companies pay me well for my services. A custom application can cost $30 or $40 thousand, and I bill my time at $180 an hour. Again not bragging, this is just the way it is. I make a very nice mid-6 figure income and that is what allows me to pursue my other passion which is cars. 

I have been a fan of cars, particularly performance oriented cars for almost as long as I have been a fan of computing. I prefer American muscle, but I can appreciate any kind of car that is not the typical commuter vehicle just doing daily driver duty. With the computer business as background, I met Jackie during my automotive pursuits, and that is the point of this story. 

*****

My love of cars is almost as old as my interest in computers. I could tell you the year and most of the options available on just about any car one would see on the street even before my teen years. Now that I am old enough to drive and to get more involved in the hobby, I have joined the car club here in town. Actually, calling it a club is probably overly generous. Mostly we are a group of guys and girls with the same interests and passions. There is no structure, no rules, no dues, not even organized meetings. Usually we get together informally and just talk about our cars and whatever else comes up. The main meeting point is one of the local burger joints which hosts what they call a cruise-in every other Friday night starting in the early spring and going through the summer into the late fall. Usually, 50 or 60 cars showed up for an informal show. This was the setting for my first meeting with Jackie. 

I had parked my car and caught up with a good friend who had just gotten back from an overseas deployment. We were wandering around checking out the cars and talking with other friends who were there that evening. I noticed a young woman talking animatedly with 2 other guys, hearing bits and pieces of their conversation with things like wider tires, bigger carb, hotter cam, etc. this was typical of those we often referred to as posers and wannabes, people who got all their information from the car mags and offered their opinion as fact. There were usually a few of these types every evening, most drifting in and out of the scene without much fanfare. I noticed she was a little tall for a girl, although not so much so that she stood out in a group. Medium length light brown hair and sparkling eyes that seemed to be trying to take in everything at once. She was wearing faded jeans and an oversize t-shirt with a Chevy bowtie logo and the slogan "Friends Don't Let Friends Drive Fords" below the logo. I didn't look at her in any kind of sexual way, well not any more so than I would any other woman, I mean, I am a guy! And, as quickly as I noticed her, she was gone from my thoughts and forgotten. 

About an hour later, I was standing near my car talking to Dan, Ken, and Ken's wife Frannie. I heard a woman's voice from behind me say "Nice car." 

We stopped talking and turned to see Jackie standing there looking at my Challenger. As we turned, she said "Yours?" 

The question seemed directed at all of us, I guess she was wondering who the car belonged to. 

"Thanks", I said, "It's mine." 

We moved back a little to allow her to walk around the car and inspect it. She looked at everything, stopping to stick her head into the open window and check out the interior. Once done, she stated, "Nice, but too stock for me." 

I saw the others roll their eyes at this, but since we all had heard it before, nothing was said. My car was a 1970 Dodge Challenger TA, 340 6-pack with 4 speed. I had bought it about a year ago as an all original. Although well abuse basket case. I had spent about 9 months restoring it to near factory perfect condition. Although none of us said anything, we all knew the car would, with a little cleanup, easily fetch $75,000 at one of those high profile televised auto auctions. 

I again thanked her for the compliment and offering my hand, "I'm Steve." 

She shook my hand and said "Jackie. Nice to meet you." 

I introduced the others and then asked what she was driving. She pointed to a 1969 Chevelle convertible across the lot. Looking in the direction she pointed, I saw a car that had been nice when it was new, but evidently had seen a hard life. It would need a lot of work, but I could see that it had potential. This was my first meeting with Jackie. 

Over the next 2 months, I went to all the cruises and Jackie was there for each one. Although not intentional, at least on my part, somehow we always seemed to find ourselves together more often than not. Just walking around looking at the cars or sharing a table inside eating burgers and fries, we spent time together and got to be friends. Except for some of her wilder ideas about cars, I found that she was a very nice, intelligent person. She had graduated from NC State with a degree in Chemistry and was working at a lab analyzing environmental pollutants. She was paying her college loans back and trying to save for a down payment on a house, the kind of things most of us do. I also found that as we spent more time together, some of her wilder car ideas started to moderate. Maybe it was my mentoring, or maybe she was just learning that all those advertising dollars spent in the car mags did not translate to real world benefits for the average hot rodder. 

We were eating one Friday night after checking out the new cars, when Jackie told me she had gotten a raise and that her company had also given its employees a bonus because their largest client had renewed its contract. She was trying to decide how to spend some of the money and wanted to put it into her car. We kicked around some ideas and Jackie finally decided to install a new exhaust system on the car, partly because it needed it, and partly because it would make the car sound better. I wasn't altogether sure the exhaust would be the first thing to fix up, but deferred to her enthusiasm and tried to not deflate her ego. I offered to help and told her she was welcome to come over and use my garage and tools. She gladly accepted the offer and we made a date for next Saturday afternoon. That Wednesday, the big brown truck dropped off 2 good sized boxes that contained all the parts and pieces we had decided would be best for her car. 

I should state here that I often offered my help and garage to friends who wanted or needed assistance with their projects. Also, since my passion is not just a passing fancy, I did things in my normal 'too much is just right' manner. I had built a garage to house my interests after I bought the house. I intentionally bought with more land than I needed knowing I would be designing and building my own garage. I have a 6 bay garage, one that is as well or better equipped than many of the commercial garages in town. The first bay has a lift, the next 3 are for general use and usually house some of the cars I am currently playing with. The fifth bay is sealed and this is where I do the work that tends to get messy, such as sanding, welding, cutting etc. The last bay contains a state of the art paint booth where I can do painting that will rival any body shop around. I also have another bay near the front, one that I call my office. It has a couch and a couple of chairs for friends, a desk with computer and book shelves for my reference materials and catalogs, a refrigerator and microwave. There is a big plasma on the wall and the rear has a bathroom with toilet, deep sink and even a walk in shower. (I learned very quickly that Mrs. Peterson, my cleaning lady, would get really pissed if I brought dirt and grease from the garage into the house.) Building the garage and equipping it had cost 3 times what I paid for my home! 

Shortly after lunch on Saturday, Jackie pulled up outside the garage. I had told her to come around behind the house and when I came out of the office, she was just standing there staring with her mouth open. 

"This is your garage??" 

"My pride and joy." I answered. 

I had her pull into the first bay so we could get the car up onto the lift. Once started, the old exhaust was obstinate, but with perseverance and a torch when things got too difficult, the old system was out of the way shortly. We started putting the new system on and Jackie was a quick learner and helped get things together, making the job go pretty smoothly. After a few hours of work the exhaust was together and most of the job was finished. I would need to weld up the joints in the pipes then get the car down to be completely done. I suggested that Jackie go in and start getting cleaned up and I would probably be done in about 10 minutes. She went into the office and I went about finishing up. By the time I got everything welded and put away the tools, 15 minutes had passed. I walked into the office and the humidity and smell of soap suggested that Jackie had jumped into the shower to clean up. She had retrieved a beer from the fridge and was sitting on the couch. She was wearing a pair of black bikini panties and nothing else. Very nice I thought, looking her up and down. Her breasts were proportional to her body, and proportional boobs on a 5'7" woman would make a good sized handful. She had medium sized pink nipples with brownish highlights around the edges. I was doing my best Mr. Spock impression, head cocked to the side and one eyebrow raised, and checking her out at the same time. 

Jackie looked at me and said, "I know you've seen tits before." 

"Once or twice, just not in my garage." I responded. 

Taking a sip from her beer, she answered "First time for everything." She then continued, "I have some clean clothes in a gym bag on the back seat of the car. I couldn't get them with the car on the lift. Would you get the bag for me, please?" 

I told her I would need to get washed up first, and spent the next 5 minutes getting all the grease and grime off my hands and forearms. I then went out into the garage and brought in the bag. Handing it to her, she put it on the couch, but made no effort to extract any clothing or get dressed. 

I felt I had to warn her, "People often come by here unannounced to say hello or see how things are going." 

"No problem." she replied, taking another sip of the beer. Then, using the bottle in her hand as a pointer, she motioned toward the desk and said she had gotten a beer out for me. I saw the bottle, small drops of condensation just starting to form. I opened the bottle, took a big sip, and decided that right about now a beer was a good idea. 

I also decided that if her near nudity wasn't 

Going to bother her, I wouldn't let it bother me either. I sat down and we talked about the work we had done and what her plans were for the car in the future. That led to talking about cars in general, then to more broad topics. Next thing I knew, we had been sitting, talking, and drinking for about 2 hours. I was on my second beer and Jackie had just opened her third. She suggested we might order a pizza, and since papa John's is on speed dial in my office, one was on its way to the oven then destined for the garage within 20 minutes. I took a $20 bill from my wallet which was in the drawer and placed it on the desk to await the delivery. 

True to their word, I heard an engine in the drive about 20 minutes later. Jackie asked, "Want me to get it?" 

Absently, without thinking, I said, "Whatever.", and pushed the money toward her. As I started to focus, I noticed her rubbing the cold beer bottle across her nipples, making them jump to attention. I took a few seconds to think about what I was seeing, and then decided I needed to get the pizza myself. Our conversation had been so natural I did not even think about her sitting here topless. 

Pizza in hand, I wondered if she would actually have gone out to meet the driver in just her underwear, or if she was just fooling around. I did notice, as I came back into the office, that she had faced away from the door, so I assume she was just playing with me. The ads were right, the pizza arrived piping hot. This was brought home by the cheese that had vulcanized itself to the roof of my mouth. Don't you hate it when that happens? We worked on the food for a while, each having another beer. We continued to talk, and then Jackie said she had to get going. She did get clothes out of the bag, and pulled on a t-shirt and jeans, but no bra. She thanked me for my help and the use of my facilities. A quick kiss on the cheek was her goodbye and she drove off, the sound of her car much more acceptable than it had been upon arrival. I pondered what had happened this afternoon, and wondered about what seemed a wilder side of her that I had not seen before. Maybe it was just the beer, but I usually found that people did not do much under the influence that they would not do wile sober. 

***** 

I didn't see Jackie again until the following Friday night, at the cruise. We had exchanged phone numbers several weeks ago, but neither had occasion to call the other. She greeted me with a quick hug, you know, the one where you get a half hug with a quick brush of cheeks. I asked how the car was doing, and she was happy to tell me all about how much better it sounded and it even ran better. I assumed the latter was more psychological than real, but kept that to myself. We started wandering around, and then found ourselves inside to get some greasy burgers and fries. Sitting there, I mentioned that I would be going to Kansas City the next week to do an installation for a new client. I had told Jackie what I did for a living and she knew I did a lot of traveling. She was quiet for a minute, and then asked, "Can I ask a favor?" 

"Sure, no problem." 

She hesitated a bit more, and then said that she had some comp time coming from her job. "Would you mind too much if I came along with you?" 

I was a little surprised at the request, but answered "Sure. It won't be a problem." wondering just what she might be thinking. 

As if reading my mind, or maybe just trying to justify her request, Jackie continued, "I have always wanted to see more of the country. Other than a couple of family vacations to Florida, I haven't been outside the state. I thought that traveling with you, I could see some sights and wouldn't have to go alone to an unfamiliar place." 

She really didn't need to justify anything to me, but I said," No problem It will be nice to have someone in the plane with me I can actually talk to. I won't have to sit next to that fat road warrior who insists on telling me just how many widgets he sold in Peoria last week and how he is going to make the corporate types renegotiate his bonus clause." 

Jackie laughed and said," That really doesn't happen, does it?" 

"More often than you think!" 

She then got quiet again, and I could see that she had something else on her mind. I let her get her thoughts together, then she asked in a quiet voice, "I want to ask another favor, this time a really big one." 

"Go ahead, we're friends. It won't be a big deal, unless you want to drive my Challenger." I laughed, hoping the comment might lighten her concerns. She giggled a bit, then biting her lip some, said, "Can I stay in your room? I really want to go, but with the plane ticket and a hotel, I think I might be stretching my funds a little more than I can afford." 


Driving Jackie Ch. 01



I could appreciate her concerns; however, since my clients normally took care of my expenses, I had not even given a thought to her situation. I remember being in that position early in my professional career, and could relate. "Don't worry about it. The rooms are really big and you don't look like you take up much space." 

Jackie giggled again and asked, "Are you sure. I don't want to impose." 

"You are not imposing, I don't mind at all. As I said, it will be a nice change to have someone along to talk to." 

As I was speaking, I got an idea, but did not want to do anything that might hurt her feelings, so chose my words carefully. "You know, if money is tight, I can take care of your ticket..." 

Jackie blurted out, "You can't pay for my ticket. I've got it covered." 

I really did not want to embarrass her or make her feel inadequate, but continued slowly, "Hold on a second. I know you are capable of paying your own way, but I have an idea. While I wouldn't mind picking up the cost of your plane ticket, just as I would do for any other friend, I don't actually have to pay for anything. You know I travel a lot, and between the air fare, hotel, rental car, various promotions and bonus programs, I literally have a million frequent flyer miles. I rarely go anywhere a client is not paying my expenses, so the only time I use them is to upgrade my seat to first class if the flight is more than a couple of hours long. Nothing out of pocket and I will not have to use too many to get a ticket to Kansas City." 

"You can do that?" 

I continued, "I am a business traveler, and often do not know far enough in advance when I will fly, so never get the discounted tickets. The airlines love this kind of traveler since we pay full fare and do not give them any trouble. I am a member of the VIP club in all major airlines, and they bend over backwards to make me happy. I can make a call tomorrow and everything will be set. You will have a little extra money to spend in KC, and I will finally get some benefit from all this traveling." I hope my explanation was sufficient and she did not think I felt her a charity case. 

She asked again, "Are you sure you can do this?" Besides the anxiety I saw on her face, I think I detected a glimmer of relief in her eyes as I again assured her it was no problem and something that was done all the time. 

Jackie thanked me in a quiet voice, and was silent for a while. To try to get things more normal, I told her she could pick up dinner (greasy burgers stale fries and all) as a way to thank me. She smiled at the suggestion and joked that if I was this easy, she should have asked me for favors long ago. I was glad to see that she appeared to be back to her normal happy mood. 

I called later that evening and made all the necessary arrangements. The flight was booked in coach, but there were still seats available in first class. I upgraded my own and reserved a second for Jackie. Everything was set and we would take an early commuter flight to Atlanta, then the regular run to Kansas City. Picking up an hour during the flight, we should be in before lunch on Monday. 

*****

Bright and early on Monday morning, Jackie pulled into my driveway as I had asked, then we put her car into the garage for the week. I don't like leaving my own car in long term parking, so usually just called a cab to take me to the airport. Knowing women have the reputation for over packing, I was happy to see that Jackie had a nice, manageable suitcase so we would not be loaded down with excess luggage. I had my laptop in addition to my own case and a garment bag to hold the suits I needed to wear when I visited a client. I usually lost the coat and tie within 10 minutes of getting in the door, but initial appearances are important, so I had to make the effort. Jackie was wearing a sleeveless flower print blouse and a light green skirt, very fashionable and it looked comfortable for traveling. We got to the airport in plenty of time, checked in without problem, and soon were sitting on the little commuter plane. As we took off, Jackie looked a little nervous, but once in the air, she seemed more comfortable. I guess she had never flown on a small plane and the experience was new to her. We made the transfer in Atlanta, and were checking into the hotel in downtown Kansas City just before 11:30. 

We took our bags up to the room and decided to have a quick lunch in the hotel restaurant. I had called my contact when we arrived, and expected to get to the client's site about 1. My plan was to meet with the staff I would be helping to get the application installed to work out any issues we might face tomorrow. I would be doing the install first thing tomorrow morning, and then the rest of the day would be testing. We would do data migration overnight, then more testing on Wednesday. I would also be tutoring the support staff that afternoon, and the new application would go live on Thursday morning. I would spend the rest of the day keeping tabs on things in case of problems, but didn't expect any. Friday was set aside in case things got crazy, but I expected to be flying home around noon. 

I had a quick BLT in the restaurant while Jackie worked on a chicken Caesar salad. I asked what she would be doing for the afternoon, and her plan was to just take a walking tour of the immediate area. She was a little uncertain about being in a strange city, but the hotel was in a better part of town, mostly shopping, hotels and office buildings. I told her to have a good time, and I would probably be back around dinner time. I promised to take her to a good steakhouse, Kansas City is well known for good steaks. She was still finishing up her meal when I left to find the client's address. 

The afternoon went well, and time passed quickly. I would be working with a team of 5 IT staff, all of whom seemed competent and capable. We did not foresee any issues that would become problematic, so set 9 AM tomorrow as our next meeting time, and I was back in the hotel room just after 5. Jackie was not there, so I got a beer from the mini bar and checked my phone for messages. None from Jackie, but I did need to return a few calls from other people who wanted to speak with me. Jackie got in about 5:30 and although she looked a little tired, seemed to have had a good time and greeted me with a big smile. She sat down to rest for a few minutes and I offered to get her a beer or some other beverage from the bar, but she declined, preferring to wait for dinner. 

I had checked with the desk when I got back from my afternoon meeting, and found one of the city's better steakhouses was just 3 blocks over from the hotel. The clerk told me that I would have no problem getting a table on Monday night, so reservations would not be necessary. I asked Jackie if she was up to walking the 3 blocks, or if she wanted to get a cab. 

"A cab for a three block ride? Are you nuts? Let's get going, I can taste those steaks already!" 

We started to walk and the heat of the day was diminishing, but the temperature was still warm enough not to be unpleasant. The crowds on the street had lessened as well, and I saw the restaurant up ahead in the next block. About half a block away, I started to smell the odor of grilling meat, and my mouth was salivating before we got there. I think Jackie was having the same issues with the smell of the steaks, her pace had unconsciously quickened as we got nearer the door. Inside, the hostess seated us right away, finding a table that was a little out of the way, but not too far from the center of the dining room. There were a number of other patrons, and the aroma of steak was amazing. The waiter came by and gave us menus, each only a single page. The restaurant specialized in beef and aside from 1 chicken dish and a couple of seafood entrees, there were a dozen beef choices. I guess people did not come here to have anything but red meat. 

The waiter asked if we would like anything from the bar, and although I gave a quick thought to another beer, I decided to wait for the meal. Jackie decided to think about what she might want, so he left us to peruse the menu and make our choice. I was looking at my menu when I heard a quick intake of breath from Jackie, and when I looked at her, her face seemed a little pale. I assume she had seen the prices on the menu and was not expecting something that expensive. The prices were on the high side, but not out of line with a first class restaurant. I did not want her to think she had to order a salad just to keep the cost down, but still did not want to embarrass her by making her choose a lesser meal just because her funds were more limited than my own. 

"Kind of pricey, huh?" 

""O my God! How can they get away with charging these prices? How can anyone afford to eat here?" 

I did not want to make her feel bad, there were no restaurants at home anywhere near this fancy or pricey. 

"Don't worry about the prices. I said I would take you to dinner tonight, and I will take care of the bill. It's not that big of a deal." 

"I can't let you pay for me all the time. I didn't ask to come along expecting you to cover all the costs." Jackie blurted out. 

I really did not want to upset her, but at the same time, I knew her financial situation was not such that she could afford to spend this kind of money on dinner, even if it might only be very rarely. 

"Jackie, it is not that big a deal. I know the prices are high, but I want you to enjoy the meal, not worry about paying. I understand you can pay your own way, and if you really want to, I won't stop you. I did, however, invite you to the restaurant, and I picked it out without consulting you. I admit I did not know just how expensive it would be, but I can expense the cost. It won't cost me anything out of pocket and my client will pick up my expenses." 

Her eyes got big and she asked, "They will pay for this kind of meal? They don't care if you eat out at fancy restaurants all the time?" 

Well, I'm sure they would prefer me to eat at Taco bell or some other similar place, but mostly they just look at the bottom line when I submit my expenses. If the expense report I submit falls within their expected range, usually they don't worry about individual items. Once in a while I run across some anal bean counter who complains about this or that, but if the expense is disallowed, I have enough profit built into my charge that I can deal with it." 

Still unsure, Jackie asked more questions. "How can you keep the total within their limits if you go to dinners like this? I can't imagine their approved range is that high?" 

"Well, actually, they do expect some padding, but there are ways around it. I don't usually buy breakfast; I can always get coffee at the client's site. The IT staff practically mainlines caffeine and someone always has donuts or bagels around for the staff. For lunch, it is pretty easy to find a friendly manager to take me out and have the bill put on his expense account. That way, one expensive dinner is roughly equivalent to an average dinner along with a normal breakfast and lunch. It's all a game, and everyone does it. Companies expect things like that, and if I don't try to take advantage, normally they pay without question. Just relax, enjoy the meal and forget you saw the prices." 

Jackie smiled again, although it was still a little hesitant. I could also see some relief in her eyes. I hoped my explanation had put her mind at ease, but I knew she felt somewhat indebted to me. I really did not want her to feel this way, but hopefully we could get over that with a nice dinner. 

We had finished our salads just as the main course arrived. The conversation had returned to normal, Jackie had taken my advice and forgotten about the cost of the meal. I had eaten at quite a few good steakhouses in my career, and this was one of the better ones. I know Jackie enjoyed her meal as well, she would not stop saying how good the food was. We had decided to pass on beer or any other liquor, instead choosing to share a bottle of wine. We each had 2 glasses with the meal, so spread out over the 2 hours we sat there, the effect of the alcohol was minimal. We both got into the spirit of being out for the evening, forgetting about business (for me) the next day. Jackie did not have any specific plans for tomorrow, but she did say she had a few ideas. We finished and walked back to the hotel arm in arm, laughing and talking almost as if we had been on a date. I was glad she was along with me for this trip, it was much more enjoyable than my normal road experiences. 

When we got back to the room, Jackie kicked off her shoes and turned the TV on, saying she wanted to catch the weather forecast to see what effect it might have on her plans for tomorrow. I got my laptop out to check my email and go over the next days work one last time. When I looked up as the computer was booting, I saw Jackie unbutton her blouse, then remove it, followed soon after by the filmy green bra she had underneath. The skirt came off next, and as she noticed me watching, she said she was just getting more comfortable. Here she was clad only in her panties, just as she had been earlier in my garage. She also looked just as good tonight as she had then. 

I finished my task and the local weather reader promised warm and sunny for tomorrow, so it was time for bed. I stripped down to my boxers and we each climbed into the large king sized bed. I turned out the light, and except for a slight phosphor from the TV screen that was quickly fading, there was not a hint of light anywhere. The heavy drapes did their job, insulating us from both light and sound. I did not even hear the normal far off sounds one usually notices in hotels. The silence was a change from the hustle and bustle of the day, and I was starting to relax. As I lay there, Jackie slid over and put her arm across my chest, then her leg across my upper thighs. 

"You don't have to do this, Jackie." I said as I felt a tongue in my ear. 

"I know." "I don't expect anything in return for letting you stay here with me.", I continued, even as I withdrew my arm from between us, put it around her shoulders and pulled her closer to me. 

"This isn't any kind of payback. I had such a good time this evening, both at dinner and during the walk back, I really don't want the good feeling to end just yet." 

Her words pretty much echoed my own thoughts, I just did not want to seem like I was taking advantage of her or that I expected something from her in return for what I had done so far. 

I turned my head to speak again, but her lips and tongue found my own lips, and she was kissing me, preventing me from saying anything else. Her tongue was looking for a way into my own mouth, and who am I to deny it entrance. Our tongues moved together, getting to know one another, as we each experienced the feel of the other's lips. I could still taste the faint traces of the evening's meal, and her increasing passion made that taste more enjoyable. I pulled her closer to me, hugging her tightly with my arms around her waist as she was moving her leg up and down over my crotch. This had the normal effect, and I was noticing an increasing pressure within my boxers. 

I suppose at this point I should mention just how well I am equipped, but to tell the truth, I have never taken a yardstick to it. OK, so maybe I will never be mistaken for John Holmes in the locker room; I have what I have, it is what my parents gave me before I was born, it has never let me down and I have never had any complaints. Judging by the way things were going, I don't think it was going to let me down here either. 

I pulled Jackie up onto me, lying directly underneath her warm body. I could feel her hard nipples at full attention, and not a cold beer bottle in sight. She started rubbing her pelvis across my crotch, making small groaning sounds with each push. By now my cock had grown to its full size, and each time she rubbed down its length, I felt a wave of pleasure go through my body. I am pretty sure Jackie was enjoying the feeling as well, besides the grunts of effort, she was making small whimpering sounds with each thrust. I reached up and ran my hands over her back, feeling the soft, smooth skin making her moans come more often. I then moved my hands down to her ass cheeks, feeling the roundness and firmness of the flesh. I pushed my hands under the waistband of her panties, and felt the same cheeks directly on bare skin. I was squeezing and caressing the warm skin and my actions made Jackie increase her tempo on my cock. I continued squeezing, but at the same time, I increased the pressure on her ass, pushing her down onto my cock more firmly. 

Jackie responded by again increasing the speed, and putting her hands onto my shoulders, raised her torso up to gain more leverage for the single point of contact between us. This gave me an opportunity to get a grip on her tits, something I had only been imagining up until now. The nipples were hard and sticking out in anticipation of more direct stimulation. I squeezed the flesh, just as I had been doing with her ass cheeks just a minute earlier. I captured the nipples between my index and middle fingers, squeezing them together as I continued to massage the flesh of her breasts. She was still grunting each time she ground her pussy over my cock, but the grunts were mixed with louder moans of her own pleasure as both her pussy and her tits sent the neurons in her brain into overload. 

Normally, when I have sex with a woman (and I don't do men), I like to be able to see what is going on. This room, however, was in total darkness. I was not able to look at Jackie's face, couldn't gauge what her thoughts were, and couldn't see if she was watching me as I would be watching her. I could only imagine what was going on in her mind. I wondered if she had her eyes open or if they were closed. Was she concentrating more on her own pleasure than on mine, or was she interested in making me feel good at the expense of her own enjoyment. So far, neither of us had said a word, just moans and grunting sounds. The experience was centered between our two bodies, no other sensations from the outside were present in the moment. 

I was still squeezing and massaging her tits, but took a quick minute to move my hands down her back and start to slide her panties off her ass and down her legs. With Jackie lying on top of me, I could not get them far down her legs, so moved out from underneath her and positioned myself to the side to get a better angle, then completely removed the small cloth. Jackie realized what I was doing and with my body now in a position for her to do the same for me, my boxers went missing shortly after her panties hit the floor. I pulled her back on top of me, but this time we were not crotch to crotch, but rather face to crotch. I felt Jackie grab my cock and start to run her hand up and down its length. She had a good grip on me and I soon felt her warm breath on the head of my cock. Shortly after, her tongue made a few probing licks, then the head was drawn into her mouth. I enjoyed the sensation of the warm, wet orifice that covered my cock, giving me tingles and feelings of arousal within my entire body. I had not been acting entirely as a spectator myself, I pulled her legs apart and started exploring the inner beauty of her pussy with my tongue. Jackie was still just teasing the head of my cock as I started licking and sucking, and the moans and whimpering sounds I heard from her told me I was doing something right. Next thing I knew, she had moved her mouth down the length of my cock, bringing it completely into her mouth. The feeling was great, and I tried to reciprocate my appreciation by moving my tongue even faster, now getting her clit with every few strokes. I could feel her legs tremble and shake each time I ran my tongue over the hard nub, and her moans started increasing in both frequency and volume. My own cock was getting a good tongue lashing, and I decided that if I concentrated too much on my own pleasure, I would come very shortly, and I did not want that to happen, both to prolong the experience and to be sure Jackie received as much pleasure as she was providing to me. 




Driving Jackie Ch. 01



I tried to concentrate on what I was doing to her pussy, letting the feelings in my own organ move to the back of my mind. This was a lot easier said than done, the sensations in my cock were driving me crazy as she continued to move up and down the length of my shaft. With some effort, I managed to control my own impulses and focus my entire attention on the pussy I was eating. I ran my tongue up and down the lips, I brushed the clit every few strokes, I ran my tongue into the entrance to her vagina, and then I moved to the clit and sucked and teased it with the tip of my tongue. I was lost in the moment and the feeling of my tongue on her pussy was great when she slid her mouth down my cock as she had been doing, and then dragged her teeth along the length on the upstroke, catching the ridge below the head and giving a good tug before releasing. I jumped at the feeling, and Jackie stopped what she was doing, then spoke the first words either of us had uttered since lights out. 

"Are you OK? I didn't hurt you did I?" 

I had never experienced anything like this before, and although it had surprised me, the feeling was so intense I had a tough time speaking for a few seconds. 

"No, you didn't hurt me. I wasn't expecting that, but please do it again, and don't stop!" 

Jackie giggled, and went back to her previous task. The feeling of her teeth was amazing, and it was that exquisite feeling of pleasure that is just shy of pain. It is not something one can easily explain, it just has to be experienced to understand. 

With the new sensations I was feeling in my cock, I wasn't sure just how much longer I would be able to hold out. I redoubled my efforts on Jackie's clit, and the increase in her moaning let me know I was getting her closer to her pending orgasm. She had been humping my face for the last few minutes and the speed of her thrusts increased, as did her vocalizations. I knew she was close, and while continuing my mouth action, started squeezing and pulling at her ass cheeks, positioned above my face. I had my hands wrapped around her thighs and up over the top of her ass, so my fingers dug into the crack and I pulled further apart. This was the encouragement she needed, and she started coming with a moan deep in her throat and her entire body trembling on top of me. I continued to lick, slowing down my efforts, but keeping the stimulation there to allow her orgasm to wash over her for as long as she wanted it to continue. Her voice seemed to disappear, instead her screams just caught in her throat uttering a primal gurgling deep within her body. She had stopped moving her mouth on my cock as the orgasm overtook her, but it was still safe in the warm, wet mouth that had lovingly caressed it for the past minutes. I slowed then stopped my actions. I allowed her a few minutes to come down, just holding her and gently moving my hands over her back and ass. Soon she was able to regain the use of her voice, and commented "That was amazing." She was still breathing hard, but I just kept holding her and moving my hands on her warm skin, now slightly damp from the exertion. 

I waited a minute more, and then rolled her off me. She had started sucking my cock again, but when I moved she let me go, and I turned around to face her once again. I kissed her hard, and she returned the kiss with more passion than we had shown earlier in our session. She put her arms around my back and pulled me close. As we kissed, her hand went down to my still stiff cock lying trapped between our bodies. Grabbing it in her hand and squeezing, she said "I think that we still need to do something with this." 

I wasn't going to disagree, and moved to get up on my knees between her legs. I was surprised when she pulled her legs up to her chest, her thighs resting on her breasts, crushing them to her body. Her pussy, wet and slippery, invited me to enter, and despite my curiosity about her leg position, I pushed forward and slid in easily. As I started thrusting in, she would use her legs to push me away. This was really strange, and I had never experienced anything like this before. Jackie was giggling a little, I assume she understood my puzzlement, and just let me wonder. I realized that if I wanted to stay inside her, I had to hold onto her tightly and work to get back in. she was going to make me fight for this, and in a strange, almost masochistic way, it was exciting. Not only was I feeling the sensation of my cock sliding in and out of the wet pussy, but I was holding on to her torso tightly, working hard to maintain our contact. 

Jackie started talking to me then, encouraging me to work harder. 

"Give it to me, Steve. Keep it in there, you know you want it!" 

Every time I stroked into her, she would push me away with her legs and I would have to force my way back in. the effort was sucking some of the energy out of me, but I wasn't going to not succeed. I pushed in harder and she pushed back harder still. I was grunting and straining, working for every centimeter of pussy I could get. Jackie continued to urge me on, exciting me with her challenges. 

"Come on, give it to me! You know you want this pussy, work for it. Fuck my pussy, it is waiting for you to fill it up!" As she said this last, her voice got tight and I heard the now familiar growl coming from deep within her chest. I knew she was coming and felt a tingling in my balls signaling my own imminent orgasm. 

That was all I needed, I buried my cock inside her and held on against the resistance her legs were offering, spurting hot semen deep into her insides. Jackie felt the spasming of my cock and stopped trying to push me away. She wrapped her legs around my waist and forcing the words, told me to fill her up. 

"That's it baby, give me all you've got. I knew you had it in you." 

The experience was intense, and I wondered to myself where this wilder side of Jackie had come from. Although we were just friends, I had not seen anything from her at home to indicate that she was not the sweet, friendly young woman I knew. Still, I wasn't going to complain, especially since we still had a few more days together before heading back. 

Once my breathing and heart rate had returned to normal, or at least as close to normal as they would get for a while, I started to pull out. Jackie still had her legs wrapped around my waist and as I started to move away, she put her heels down behind my ass and said "Don't go! I want you to stay with me." 

I settled back into her pussy, pushing my still semi hard cock back as far as I could get it. Jackie sighed contentedly as we lay there. I did not want to leave my weight on top of her, so I rolled us together and ended up under her, supporting her weight with my own body. Jackie giggled as we moved, but we maintained our connection. 

"This is nice. Jackie put her head on my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek softly. I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her even closer to me, if that was possible. I felt her breathing slow and become more regular, realizing that she had gone to sleep. Surprisingly, she seemed almost light as she lay on top of me. I again wondered what this would have been like in the light, I really wanted to see her expression as we had given each other pleasure. I promised myself that if (hopefully when) this happened again, I would be sure to leave a light on. I guess I needed some reassurance that I had made her feel as good as she had made me, but I think I already knew the answer to that. Pondering these deep philosophical questions, I too soon drifted off myself. 

*****

I woke up realizing that Jackie was still lying on me, still asleep. I further discovered, to my own amazement, that my cock was still deep inside her pussy. I would have bet money that I would have shrunken and then slipped out, but no. This was fascinating and I took a moment or 2 to enjoy the feeling. My cock was still surrounded by the warm and wet feeling of the pussy I fucked a few short hours ago. Jackie lay on top of me, not heavy in the least. Her breathing was soft and regular, seeming to be totally at home lying naked on top of me as she slept. As I was thinking about the implications of this situation, my cock decided that it was time to regain some of its former size. I could feel it slowly growing inside the walls of Jackie's pussy, and the feeling was one I wanted to experience in minute detail. Each centimeter of growth gave me new electricity running through my cock, and as I continued to lie here, I noticed that Jackie's breathing had become a little faster and less regular. I assume the nerve endings in her pussy were being stimulated as well as the nerve endings of my own tool. I had an urge to start thrusting up into her, but after the long, tiring day I knew she had, I did not want to wake her. 

As I lay there experiencing the strange sensations, my cock gave an involuntary twitch as it neared full erection. Jackie missed a breath, and then I heard a soft moan from her lips. Still, her breathing settled down to more regular again and I knew she was still sleeping. 

I had been holding her the entire time, and held her more tightly now. She continued to sleep on, offering a contented sigh as I adjusted my hold on her. I decided to try something, and with a little effort, I started tensing my cock, and then relaxing. As I started to get into a rhythm, I noticed Jackie's breathing getting more irregular, with soft sighs and moans coming from her, although she did not move or show any signs of waking up. I found this very interesting, and the feeling of my cock inside her, twitching and moving slowly with only my own muscle control as stimulation, my excitement was growing. After a few more twitches, Jackie moved a bit, but only to reposition herself slightly adding another sensation to my over-stimulated member. Her low moans and sighs had continued and I wondered if she was dreaming about what might be happening, or if subconsciously she was experiencing the same pleasure I was. Thinking about the implications of what was happening and what might be going through her mind, I felt my balls contract and soon I was sending another volley of sperm into Jackie. As my cock was twitching and pulsing within her, Jackie murmured some low unintelligible sounds, but did not wake. Her breathing returned to it former regular pattern, and I just lay there feeling the glow of my cock starting to wilt slightly while still surrounded by the warm and recently wetter walls of Jackie's tight pussy. Amazing, I thought to myself. I wonder if she will realize what happened when she wakes up. I decided not to spend too much time wrestling with such deep questions, tomorrow would be time enough to discover new facts about our time together. 

*****

I woke about 5 seconds before the alarm on my cell went off. I normally got up at 6 while on the road, and although I did not need that much time to get ready for the day, I found this pattern to work well for me. Sometimes I would get breakfast on the way out, or perhaps spend an hour in the hotel's fitness center. Today, I had no such plans, just got up due to habit. Jackie was not lying on top of me as I woke, so my cock had slipped out of her sometime during the early morning hours. I marveled at the thought that I had been able to stay hard enough to remain inside her for as long as I had. Definitely something to try again in the future. 

Jackie woke up hearing the alarm and with her eyes barely open, snuggled up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I said I was going to get a shower, but she said it was way too early to get up. I laughed, calling her a lazy bum, and headed into the bathroom. I started the water running, and as I was adjusting the temperature, I heard a muffled shout from the other room. "Wait for me!" 

Jackie came into the bathroom, naked and looking damn nice. Her hair was a tangled mess, but even the sleep still on her face could not disguise her attractiveness. She gave a weak smile and again wondered how anyone could get up at this insane hour. I assume she needed to be up herself for work at home, but on vacation, she seemed to be moving more slowly. 

"What do you mean 'lazy bum'?" she asked with a little smile. 

"You were the one who wanted to stay in bed. If the shoe fits..." 

She stuck out her tongue at me, and then I pulled her into the shower with me. She squealed a little as I tickled her sides, but the warm water allowed her to relax and she put her arms around me and hugged tight. I could feel my erection getting bigger, and the thought of another session with her before work was appealing, but I knew I would get lost in time if I allowed that to happen. Still, we could play slip and slide on each other for a while, and then have a game of hide the salami later this evening. And that is exactly what we did. 

I finished dressing, and then got my gear together. Jackie was still wandering around the room naked, trying to tease me a little, but we both knew it was a game and that it would continue later this evening. Certainly something to look forward to. I left Jackie the keys to the rental car and the GPS I usually brought with me. I told her to have a good time and I would be back later in the day. She gave me a lingering kiss as I was heading for the door, and I couldn't resist a quick grope of her breasts, followed by a smack to her ass, telling her to get dressed! 

The cab dropped me off at the client's site just after 9. As I had explained to Jackie last night, there was a tray of Danish and a large urn of coffee in the computer room. I greeted the colleagues I would be working with later this morning before helping myself to a cup of hot coffee and a cheese Danish. I needed a second Danish to help me get some of my strength back from the exertion of last night. The coffee would be a continuing need. Our planning yesterday had paid off and the install went quickly and smoothly. I did not expect problems, although this application was customized to the client, I had developed the framework years ago and had polished and evolved it to the point of having most of the bugs worked out. We spent the balance of the morning and the afternoon trying to break it, all without success. Migrating the data from the old database and populating the new one would take the better part of 8 hours, so we set things up and kicked off the process just before calling it a day. 

The cab dropped me back at the hotel just after 5, and as I got out, I saw Jackie handing her keys to the valet. She was wearing a bright yellow sundress with spaghetti straps that bared her shoulders. I noticed the dress was short enough that I got a good view of her legs and since she normally wore jeans at home, I realized just how nicely shaped they were. The valet was also taking notice as Jackie started toward the hotel doors, then changed direction to meet me as I called out to her. She gave me a big hug and warm kiss, pressing her body to mine in greeting. I saw the valet still checking her out, and wrapped my own arms around her, giving her ass a little squeeze and keeping my hand there a bit longer than might have been necessary, but I was putting on a show for the valet. Besides, I enjoyed the contact and Jackie did not complain. 

We went up to the room together and each disposed of items we had been carrying. Jackie set her purse down and I removed the coat and tie, placing my laptop near the small desk. Jackie then came over and gave me a better greeting, this one lasting longer than the one we exchanged outside. I guess she was glad to see me, and I had to admit to myself I missed her as well. I stepped back to admire her and got a good look at the dress. It fit her well, but she did push it out in all the right places. She saw me looking and spun around slowly allowing me to take it all in, smiling as she saw my appreciative expression. 

"Like? I bought it just for this trip. I was hoping the weather would be nice enough to wear it." 

"Yes, I like it! Very nice and it certainly does you justice. I know when we go out tonight, anyone seeing us together will be very envious of me." 

Jackie blushed a little, but smiled broadly at my compliment. "Do you have any place in mind for dinner? I skipped lunch, I was not too hungry today, but now I am starved." 

"I don't have any place in mind, but thought maybe we can get some ribs and BBQ if you like that kind of food. What do you think?" 

"Sounds great. When do we leave?" 

I was ready to go, but like any woman, Jackie needed a few minutes to take care of her hair and touch up her makeup and lipstick. 20 minutes later we were on our way downstairs, making a stop at the front desk to get a recommendation for dinner. This restaurant was a little further away than the one last night, so we had a cab come by to pick us up. The drive took about 20 minutes, and we chatted about our day as we took in the city while we drove. 

The restaurant was less formal than the steakhouse last night, and the crowd was doing its best to have a good time. The general level of conversation and merriment was more intense than last night, and everyone seemed to be having fun. We were seated and the waitress came by for a drink order and left us menus and bibs. We each ordered a beer, something that seemed more appropriate to ribs than wine. When the waitress came back with the drinks, we each ordered a large rack of ribs with all the fixings, the smell of BBQ making us hungry beyond our normal expectation. While we were waiting for dinner to arrive, I looked at the crowd and saw everyone was having fun, eating and drinking as the music blasted out making conversation difficult. We had to move closer together to talk, but that is not a bad thing in my book. Jackie told me about a couple of museums she had seen and I gave a brief overview of my day, not wanting to bore her with technical details. 

The ribs arrived and we stopped talking long enough to get to work on the food. I hated to see Jackie put on that large bib, but slopping sauce over her new dress would not be a good thing. I had been taking notice of her breasts as we talked, and I was not the only one as many of the patrons had checked her out as we came in. I could see the look of envy on some of their faces, and felt a sense of smugness inside knowing she was with me. I let these thoughts go long enough to divert my attention to the food and did not come up for air until the plate was done. Jackie was doing the same, and except to order another round of beer, neither of us said anything for some time. 

After the plates had been cleared, I looked at Jackie and she at me, and we each knew we had eaten too much. The food was great, and speaking close to her ear to be heard, I suggested we stay here for a while before trying to move. Jackie agreed, and we vegged out for the next hour. Fortunately, there were empty tables so we did not put out anyone waiting, and we each ordered another beer. When we did leave, I left a very nice tip for the waitress, I know they don't make a lot of money when someone monopolizes one of their tables for an extended time. As we left, I suggested in jest we walk back to the hotel, but it was a bit far. We did walk around the area for the next half hour to work off some of the fullness before calling a cab to take us back. The ride was quick and uneventful, and before we knew it, we were back in our room. 

The evening had been another great one even though conversation was difficult in the restaurant. Walking around downtown, holding hands and just enjoying each other's company had made the evening very pleasant. Now we were back in the room, just about the place we were last night when things got interesting. Now, however, there was not any doubt or uncertainty about what would happen as we went to bed. Jackie untied the straps to the sundress and it slipped to the floor, hanging up for a second as it slipped past her breasts. She was wearing some kind of half bra thingy and matching panties underneath, but the bra soon followed her dress toward the floor. Once again she was standing there in front of me in just her panties; this was getting to be a habit. I started removing my own clothes, but Jackie quickly volunteered to take over for me, and I wasn't complaining. She unbuttoned my shirt, then carefully pulled it off and laid it on the chair. Next came the pants, again folded neatly on the chair. Before I knew it, I was standing there in just boxers with my cock starting to feel a little larger and more crowded under the cloth. Jackie gave it a quick squeeze in appreciation and I felt it twitch and grow some more. No email or weather forecast tonight, we each knew what we wanted and were anxious to get started. 




Driving Jackie Ch. 01



Getting into bed, I told Jackie that I would be leaving the light on. She looked at me with a questioning look, and I explained that last night I had really wanted to see her expression as we had pleasured each other. I told her that imagining her expression had been a turn on, but now I wanted to see just how well my mental images matched the real thing. Jackie smiled a big grin and said she would work on making her expression and body language particularly memorable, at the same time she would be able to see just how I reacted to her. I could see this was turning her on and grabbed her and pulled her on top of me as we fell onto the bed together. Jackie laughed and started making exaggerated facial expressions as she moaned loudly in jest. We each started laughing at the other, before finding our lips pressed together and picking up where we had left off this morning after the shower. 

Tonight we were less frantic than we had been last night. We spent time exploring each other's body, with hands and eyes and lips and tongue. I explored her tits, moving my face into the valley between them and feeling the warm fullness on each cheek. I could smell her perfume, I assume she had put it between them as some women do. It was a spicy, almost biting scent, and it was turning me on. I had gotten whiffs of it off and on during our time together but had not known exactly where it originated. I was glad she did not favor the ultra sweet, flowery stuff that had been totally overdone. This was a pleasant change, and I spent some extra time giving attention to her warm, soft breasts so I could continue to enjoy her scent. I could still smell it when my lips went to her nipples. Pulling on them and sucking them into my mouth. I could tell she was enjoying my attention, she was moving her hips slowly under me and running her hands through my hair and all around the top of my back. She pulled me back up to her mouth, and we worked on our kissing technique. I am not sure either of us needed any practice here, but we weren't going to take any chances of getting it wrong. 

We had been kissing and exploring each other for some time, taking the time to be patient and work up our passion slowly. I could see her eyes getting glassy as I kissed and fondled her, and her own hands had been working their magic on me. I stopped my kissing long enough to remove my own boxers and then slowly pulled Jackie's panties off, finding room for them on the floor across from the bed. I was back to kissing her, lying on top and supporting my weight with my arms and knees. Our bodies slowly started rubbing against each other, the focus of our contact being my cock sliding across the outer lips of her pussy. I was completely hard by now, and the wetness I felt on my cock as it traveled up and down signaled me that Jackie was enjoying our closeness. This was not going to be a frantic fuck frenzy, rather we would take our time and enjoy each other slowly and patiently. 

With the lights on, I could see now that Jackie had her eyes closed and her face showed concentration and arousal. The slight dampness on her forehead let me know she was experiencing all the effects I was as well, and I held her tighter and put my mouth to her ear. I gently kissed, then licked the lobe, speaking softly "How can you see my face if your eyes are closed?" 

Jackie just murmured that she did not need to see anything, she could feel exactly what was happening. I knew her need was getting stronger and was not going to play games or tease her now, She seemed to know my intention before I even moved, and spreading her legs for me, I moved into position where I could get the best angle and slide the head of my cock into the wetness of her pussy. I started slowly, moving a little at a time. Her moans were soft, but they intensified as I move deeper. This time, there would be no thought of pushing me away, she wanted this slow and easy just as I did. I started sliding in slow and steady, feeling the tightness and warmth with each stroke. Each time I pushed in, Jackie thrust back at me, developing a rhythm together that suggested we had been doing this for some time. Again, there was no haste, no reason not to let each of us enjoy the act with all of our senses. Jackie was moaning louder and more frequently now, moving to meet my thrusts with more vigor. I started to pick up the pace and Jackie increased her efforts to match our tempo once again. I knew that I could have gone longer and one part of my brain wished I could keep the feeling going as long as possible, but the other side of my brain knew that I wanted to get Jackie to that magical moment and once that occurred, I would likely be there myself. 

Again, as though through ESP, Jackie wrapped her legs around my waist as I had these thoughts, letting me know she was connected to me and that we both needed to reach release soon. I increased my speed and started driving hard into her, Jackie pushing back with equal fervor. 

As she had last night, Jackie started encouraging me with her voice between labored grunts and moans of pleasure. 

"Come on baby, I know you are getting close. Jam it into me, I want to feel you shoot inside me. Give it to me. Fuck my pussy hard! I can feel you getting harder. I'm almost there." 

I knew I was close and by the sound coming from within her throat, I knew Jackie would not need much more time herself. I responded to her comments with my own. 

"You will be feeling it inside you real soon now. I have a full load stored up for your pussy, and I know just where to put it. I am going to shoot all over and fill you up like you've never been filled." Before she could respond or say anything more, I covered her lips with my own and ran my tongue into her mouth preventing anything but her moans of pleasure from escaping as she started to tremble and shake with her impending orgasm. I felt the familiar feeling in my balls, and holding on tight, shortened the stroke and just held myself as far into her pussy as I could push, feeling the hot semen shooting at ballistic speed. Jackie had started with her moaning deep within her throat, continuing as her orgasm washed over her body and brought her to new heights of pleasure. She was shaking and her body tensed as she reached the top and started down the roller coaster, only to start up the other side as yet another tremendous orgasm racked her body. I just held on tight, continuing to kiss her as I held my cock still deep inside her. Slowly she started to regain some of her composure as the orgasm faded, but she continued to experience several small tremors for minutes afterward. 

After our breathing had returned to normal, Jackie opened her eyes and studied my face. She smiled a big grin, and said she had forgotten to watch my expression as we made love. She told me it was all my fault; I had just made her feel too good to pay attention to anything else but her own body's response to my attention. I laughed and said I had missed a few expressions myself but the ones I saw were worth watching. 

We lay together like this for several more minutes, and I wondered if this might be leading to another opportunity to stay together with my cock inside for the night. I had not said anything to Jackie about what had happened last night, I thought we might discuss it tomorrow and see if she had been aware of what I did. We had been connected with my cock inside her for over an hour, and perhaps awake the feeling was different for her, she did not stop me as I moved to pull out. I lay down beside her and we moved close and put our arms around each other. It wasn't long before Jackie was once again asleep in my arms, and I thought to myself that having a warm woman in bed with me on a business trip was a good thing. I found myself wondering what it would be like to do this more often, but put those thoughts aside for later and drifted off to sleep. 

*****

6 o'clock again, and here we were in the shower. Once again, we were making sure that the other was squeaky clean before the start of a new day. I found it easier to get Jackie moving this morning, I think the idea of a nice shower together was motivation enough. Since she was up and moving around under her own power, I suggested a quick breakfast together in the hotel coffee shop. She liked the idea, but the thought of getting ready to go out without spending an excessive amount of time with hair and makeup did give her second thoughts. We made it out of the room and were able to spend a leisurely hour having a nice breakfast. I knew the process at the client's office would go smoothly, and did not worry too much about absolute punctuality. I asked Jackie about her plans for the day and she said she wanted to explore some of the historic sites in town. Kansas City had been the jumping off point for a number of wagon trains back in the 1800's so there were plenty of historical sites to see. She was dressed down today, wearing her jeans and a t-shirt, although no auto logos; it also fit better than some of the oversize shirts I often saw her wear at the Friday night cruise. This one showed off her figure nicely and I could just see the other guys checking her out all day. Fortunately for me, I knew what was under that shirt and I also knew she would be coming home to me. Just a little ego here, but what the hell. I was glad she asked to come along, and not just for the sex. This week had been very pleasant so far and much different from most of my road trips, different in a good way. 

We finished up and Jackie gave me a hug and a nice kiss as I started to leave, and as I turned toward the door, I felt her hand brush across my crotch, a suggestive laugh escaping her lips as we went in opposite directions. Damn, if only I didn't have work to get done today! Another short cab ride and another day in the computer room. 

The staff at the client was competent and professional, and had already started with the day's task. The data migration had finished overnight without incident, and today would be dedicated to testing the system some more with real data this time. I also would be showing the team some of the finer points of maintaining my software. I had included maintenance with my proposal, but the first line of defense would be the internal staff. The morning passed quickly, although I did find myself occasionally drifting away from business and thinking about Jackie. We had only been casual friends when this trip started, but now we were more than that. We seemed to have a comfort with each other that I had not had with any previous relationship, although anything serious between women and me did not really work out well. I wasn't looking for anything that had long term commitments, and most women I would meet did not find my unstructured lifestyle much to their liking. I don't know if things with Jackie would go beyond our casual relationship once we returned home, or if things would just settle back to the way they had been, but the thought of spending more time with her was a pleasant one. 

The morning had passed quickly, despite my passing thoughts about Jackie, and deciding to skip the offer of lunch, I was finished with everything I needed to accomplish earlier than I had anticipated. I was back in the hotel room by 2, although Jackie was still out and I did not expect to see her before late afternoon. I took the opportunity to return some phone calls I needed to make. Once done with that, I grabbed a beer from the mini bar and fired up the laptop and took care of my email. These two tasks had killed about an hour and a half, so I started to work on a couple of proposals I was putting together for some potential new clients. I was working on the proposals and my second beer when Jackie came in shortly after 5. She looked tired and her face was flushed as she kicked off her shoes and said "Damn, it is hot out there!" 

I offered to get her something out of the bar and she said she would have one of what I was drinking. I retrieved the beer, opened the top and handed it to her. She took a long sip and settled back in the arm chair to rest her feet and let the room air conditioning do its magic. 

"Well, did you have fun today?" 

"Actually, I learned a lot of things I never realized before this. I also realized I am glad I did not live back then. No electric or running water, outhouses, old before your time... No thanks!" 

I laughed a little as she was relating how it must have been, commenting that people living 100 years from now will probably think the same of our lives. Jackie drained the last of her beer, then said, "I really don't care what someone will think of the way we lived. As long as I have air, electric, cold beer, and a hot shower I am happy with things just as they are." 

Jackie had lost some of the flushed look from her face, although I think some of it came from too much sun rather than just the heat outside. She was still sitting in the chair and asked for another beer. I got up to get it for her and returned, asking about dinner. 

"I am starved. I did a lot of walking, and with the heat, I really did not want much to eat at lunchtime. Do you have anything in mind?" 

"I was thinking that maybe we could just have dinner here in the hotel restaurant and make it an early evening. What do you think?" 

"Fine with me. Even better if we don't have to go out into the heat." Jackie added with a little smile. 

"OK with me, finish your beer and we can get going whenever you are ready. No hurry, though." 

"I think I will sit here a few minutes, and then freshen up some, but I am still starved. If I am still in this chair in 15 minutes, come pull me out and make me get ready." Jackie said lazily. 

15 minutes later I took the empty bottle from her hand and told her to get a move on, wash up and let's get going. She protested a bit, more for effect than because she did not want to go. Just like a little kid I thought. 

We took the elevator down and soon were seated in the dining room. Jackie might have been underdressed for the room, but no one said anything and we did not give the matter a second thought. I asked for a beer, but Jackie had finished 2 in the last 40 minutes, so decided sweet tea would be a better choice. The restaurant was nicely furnished and had soft music playing in the background. We perused the menus and almost in unison noticed the prime rib special, prepared for 2. Done! The food proved good, the company and conversation was pleasant as expected, and we were back in the room by 8. It was early to go to bed, at least to go to bed if one expected to sleep. Since that was not our plan, we stripped down and got into bed shortly after getting back to the room. 

We had been here before, but tonight we had more time no need to hurry. I put my arm around Jackie and she moved close, just enjoying the feel of our bodies lying together. I was toying with her hair, occasionally rubbing her cheek with the back of my fingers. Jackie was rubbing my chest, moving lower once in a while, not anything serious, just casual teasing. I would take my free hand and move it to her breasts, making small circles around the nipples and I enjoyed seeing those nipples come to attention with my touch. 

Kissing her on the forehead, I asked if she had any plans for tomorrow. 

"I haven't made anything specific. I have a few ideas, but I thought I would wait and see what I felt like in the morning." 

I offered "If you don't have anything you really have to do, I have an idea." 

"I bet you do", Jackie answered, as I was rubbing my fingers over her hard nipple as I spoke. 

"Well, that is one possibility, but it wasn't exactly what I was going to suggest." 

"OK, I'll bite. What is your suggestion?" 

"Actually, I think I might keep it a secret. Do you trust me enough to just follow along without knowing what the plan is?" 

Jackie eyed me suspiciously, but with a mischievous grin on her face. "This wouldn't have anything to do with your cock and my pussy, would it?" 

"Well, that can come later, but this is not anything you would guess in a million years. Want to take a chance?" 

Jackie still had the grin on her face as she answered, "Well, I have had a great time here so far, so why not." 

"Good, dress for outside and be ready when I leave for the office. You can come with me. I don't expect to be there more than an hour or two. I told her no more questions, she agreed and that was that. 

"Speaking of cocks and pussies, how did you feel when you woke up Tuesday morning?" I asked. 

Jackie looked at me quizzically, then answered, "I felt great. I slept well, and except for some idiot wanting to get up at 6 AM, I thought things were great. Why?" 

"Remember how you did not want me to pull out, and I let you lay on top of me as I held you?" 

"Yes. I felt so good I did not want to let you get away." Jackie smiled and giggled at the same time. 

"Well, I felt great myself, and you soon went to sleep, still lying on top of me. I drifted off as well, and when I woke up several hours later, I was still semi hard and inside your pussy." 

"Really?! That must have been different. You should have woken me, I would have gladly let you fuck me again!"

"Well..." 

"You don't mean you fucked me and I didn't wake up do you? I know I don't sleep that soundly. Still, my pussy felt really satisfied when I woke up. I just assumed you were really good the first time, I guess you have to do it twice to make me feel that good!" she busted on me.

"Actually, I just lay there flexing my cock inside you and you seemed to like it, but the effect was so subtle you continued to sleep. It was such a turn-on for me I did not want to wake you up. Maybe that's selfish, but I was so fascinated by the whole thing I just let it go, and before I knew it, I was coming again. After that, I just held you close and enjoyed the feeling of you on top of me, and of course, the feeling of my cock inside you for maybe 4 hours!" 

"Damn! I wish I had been awake, but that is so exciting. I am getting horny right now just thinking about it.", Jackie said as her hand moved down to my quickly hardening cock, grabbing it and slowly stroking and pulling on it. My own hand went to her breast, getting a good handful and squeezing and massaging the flesh as our lips and tongues found each other. 

I turned her to face me and we kissed passionately, moving our bodies together for full contact. I slid my leg between Jackie's and used my upper thigh to rub across her pussy that was getting wetter by the minute. I moved my hand from her tit to her ass, and pulled her pelvis into my own, increasing the friction between us. Jackie was running her nails down my back and digging them into the skin, causing me to shiver with excitement. She broke the kiss, and pushing me onto my back, sat atop my crotch, my cock flat on my stomach beneath her dripping pussy. She smiled down at me and said it was her turn to run the show. 

"I certainly hope you won't go to sleep while I do this." she said, smiling wickedly. 

Just as wickedly, I responded, "I'll try to stay awake." 

The lights were still on, and now I could see just what was in Jackie's face, and especially what was in her eyes. They sparkled as she watched, even while she was rubbing her pussy up and down my stiff cock. Her tits jiggled slightly as she rocked back and forth, and I took the opportunity to reach up and cup each one in my hands. Jackie slapped them away, saying that she was in control and that I was just to lay there as she took over. 

"I want you to watch and feel what I am doing, but you just lie there and let me take care of things. You cannot touch me unless I make the contact, understand?" 

I nodded yes, and then just tried to focus my attention between her bouncing tits and her slowly moving pussy, the lips getting my cock wetter with each stroke. As I watched, Jackie moved back far enough that she could get a grip on my cock, and then she started using the head to rub along the length of her pussy lips, back and forth, letting the head get wet from the flowing juices. She kept my cock out of her pussy, just rubbing it along the outside, then move to her clit. She took time to rub the head all over her hard clit, making moaning sounds as she did. I was going crazy, but managed to hold back my desire to become more of an active participant. Jackie wanted this to be her show, and I was going to let her have her way. 




Driving Jackie Ch. 01



Watching from below, I could see the arousal in her eyes turn to complete lust. She was getting into it, moving my cock faster and pulling on it harder, probably not even realizing she was doing it. At this point, her only focus was that hot center of her world, her hot pussy. I felt several small tremors, and I wondered if they were minor orgasms. Jackie was not speaking, just the moaning and an occasional grunt as the effort was becoming more intense. Then, she stopped using my cock as her masturbation toy and slowly raised up above me, then pointing the head toward her opening, slid down and onto me completely. I resisted the urge to start thrusting up into her, and then wondered in amazement as she sat there completely still. She was again shaking and trembling, but based on her previous climaxes, I did not think she was experiencing the mind blowing orgasms that the gutteral, deep in the chest groans of pleasure would indicate. As I lay there questioning her actions, I felt her pussy start to tighten around my impaled shaft. She was using her internal muscles to alternately squeeze and then release my cock inside her. The feeling was different, yet somehow similar to the way it had felt the night Jackie slept through my efforts. She continued squeezing and pulling my cock into her further, a little at a time. I watched in fascination as she continued to work my cock with her pussy, I could see the effort on her face. She was totally focused on the feeling she was both creating and experiencing, that effort bringing beads of sweat to her face and her entire torso. 

Jackie continued working her inner pussy muscles, and I was truly enjoying the experience. I could feel the pleasure in my groin and I could appreciate the effort she was putting into making my pleasure last. She did not tire and we continued like this for some time but as with all good things, I felt the stirring, a surge within my being, the feeling of impending release. I tried to hold back longer, to prolong the pleasure I was feeling, but could not. I grunted my impending orgasm, and before Jackie could react, I was pumping hot semen into her straining pussy. Feeling the hot splashes within her, Jackie looked at my face, now contorted as I released my load into her, then she started moving up and down my spurting cock with a ferocity I had never seen. Her own orgasm came quickly and it came with a vengeance. She tried to continue sliding up and down, but the climax that overtook her was just too much. She stiffened up, started with the low growling inside her chest, and shook and trembled as she attempted to remain astride my rock hard cock. I gave up trying to let her have total control and pulled her to me, holding her tightly and kissing her passionately. She continued to shake uncontrollably as I stroked her back and rubbed my hands over her ass, pulling our crotches tightly together. I am not sure just how long we stayed like that, but after a few minutes Jackie regained enough of her composure to tell me that she would not be going to sleep just yet. I held her like that, reminiscent of the way she slept on top of me the other evening. Her warm body jus felt right lying there, warm and sweaty from our encounter. My cock was still inside her, and although not fully hard, it did not look like it would be slipping out any time soon on its own accord. 

Lying there, Jackie whispered in my ear, "Well, was that anything like what you remember from the other night?" 

"It was and it wasn't. Just being inside you with only very minor movements to stimulate me, that was much the same, even though you were controlling the movements now and I did all the controlling before. It was really hard not to participate, and I can understand why you would have wanted me to wake you. This was as amazing and intense as the other night, and I appreciate your efforts. Of course, this time, we both came." 

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. It was the first time I have ever tried to use just my muscles to get a guy off. I have to admit, although it is work, it is a real turn-on for me. I think we will have to do it again." She said this with a big smile, and I guess that she was thinking about our future together, although I'm not sure either of us had any plans beyond the next day or 2. 

I reached over and turned out the light, but Jackie whispered in my ear, "I said I wasn't going to go to sleep just yet." With that, she again started contracting her pussy muscles, bringing my still hard cock to full rigidity. Rolling us over, I said "You did your part, now it is my turn." 

I started pumping into her and she wrapped her legs around my back. I wanted this to last, and knew it would, we both had been drained by the first session. I started along and slow rhythm, moving into and out of her hot and wet pussy, making the most of every movement. Jackie responded by meeting my thrusts and we fell into that comfortable, well practiced motion once again. Our comfort with each other, both in bed and out, seemed contradictory to our relatively short friendship. I did not give this more than a passing thought, instead I had other things to concentrate on. I continued my slow, steady stroking, enjoying the closeness of our bodies and the heat that was building within our shared space. Jackie's returned thrusts were beginning to become more urgent so I picked up my pace. I still made my strokes as long as possible, but faster and harder. Sensing my increased pace and attempting to match it, Jackie was moaning and whimpering softly, rising to meet my every thrust. Our bodies were as one and we each knew that our goal was in sight. 

I moved up some to increase the angle and get more friction as I felt things starting to move inside my balls. "Are you ready for this?" 

"I've been ready all day. I haven't been able to stop thinking about how good it feels when you slam your cock into my pussy, filling me with hot semen. I was wet half the day just waiting to get back." 

"You won't have to wait much longer, I can feel it coming now. I am going to fill you to overflowing, I want to wait for you, but I won't be able to hold off long, your pussy is just too hot and wet to not come now." 

I felt it before I heard it, but the familiar deep in the throat growling, the unspoken scream that accompanied her climax was starting and I could not hold off any longer myself. I rammed my cock into her as far and hard as I could, then keeping it buried started shooting my second load of the night deep into her depths. We held onto each other as the moment reached its peak, and then stayed that way as we each enjoyed the feelings of ecstasy. 

"Now I'm ready to go to sleep." Jackie said as we lay there holding and kissing each other. "I will be dreaming of this and what ever your secret plan for tomorrow is.", laughing and sighing in pleasure. 

I knew that waking up with my cock still inside her was not going to happen tonight, it was already deflating and sliding out after 2 good orgasms. Maybe another time, but tonight I wrapped my arms around Jackie as she was pulling up the sheets. Tomorrow would come soon enough, and I had plans. 

***** 

The 6 o'clock alarm woke us both just as it had done for the past few days. Jackie said she wanted to stay in bed a while longer, but her curiosity about our (well, actually my) plans for the day got the better of her and she got up with me. Still feeling the good vibes from last night, we spent some extra time in the shower and did not make breakfast in the coffee shop today. When we did make it out of the shower, I was glad the hotel would not be adding charges to my bill to cover the amount of hot water we had used. I could see trying to explain that one on my expenses. 

I had suggested to Jackie she dress for outdoor activity, so she chose a light blue pullover top and gray shorts. The top fit her extremely well, tight enough to emphasize her figure, but not so tight as to look slutty. The shorts were also more fashionable and classic than the super form fitting clothes many young women want to try to wear today. I also noticed with interest that Jackie skipped the bra today, and the effect was amazing. Her tits stood proudly without any real sag, and the nipples were just peeking through the fabric, the air conditioned room having its usual effect on those buds. I passed on my normal business coat and tie, choosing instead a golf shirt and khakis. We arrived at the valet station just before 9 to get the rental, I did not want to rely on a taxi for later. The same valet was working today who had been admiring Jackie the other afternoon, and I could see the envy on his face as he checked her out again. I am sure he considered me a lucky bastard and that opinion suited me just fine. Jackie did not notice his attention, instead holding my arm and rubbing her breasts against it as we waited. I drove the half mile to the client building and had us parked and ready to go inside within 5 minutes. 

We went upstairs in the elevator and came out on the floor where the computer room was located. I got buzzed in and Jackie followed me into the cool room. Several of the staff did a double take, noticing that I was not dressed in my normal business attire. The looks soon moved from me to Jackie, and my casual dress was quickly forgotten. The computer room, kept even colder than the building's air conditioned offices, soon had Jackie's nipples standing proudly. It did not seem to bother her, if she even noticed, and I introduced her to the staff members I had been working with. I explained that things had gone so smoothly the previous 2 days, if nothing came up this morning, I hoped to be out of there within 2 hours. The system would go live today, but the users would not see any difference, except perhaps faster response and increased capabilities. No one made any objections, I assume that Jackie was receiving more of their attention than my pronouncements. 

I went to the table in the corner and helped myself to a cup of coffee. I asked Jackie if she wanted one, and filled it after she said yes. There were 2 boxes of donuts that had been lightly picked over and a tray of homemade brownies and chocolate chip cookies. Jackie looked at the food and said "I thought you were fibbing about being able to get breakfast here the other night." 

"Not a chance. Everything I said was completely true. It's probably not as nutritionally balanced as one might like, but I would never have to order breakfast again as long as I am working, if I wanted." 

Jackie took a brownie to go with the coffee and I found her a spot at a nearby desk with a computer where she could surf the web and otherwise waste the next 2 hours until we could leave. She had brought the latest issue of Hot Rod magazine with her, and between the two distractions, I was confident she would not be too bored. 

True to my predictions, by 11 I knew that there would be no major issues to handle and announced our departure. I thanked the IT staff for all their help and made sure they had all my contact info in case they needed assistance in the future. I think most of them were sorry to see Jackie and me leave, well at least Jackie. She seemed to enjoy the attention, and perhaps was excited by the unknown as we headed out for our destination. I did notice that her nipples did not diminish in hardness a single bit during the entire 2 hours in the computer room. Maybe that is why most women who worked in that environment always wore bulky sweaters. However, much to my dismay, once we were outside, the mid 80 degree temperature soon had them back to their normal state. We got back to the car and I plugged in the GPS I had previously programmed with the appropriate address, and we were off on our adventure. 

Jackie asked where we would be going, but I just smiled and reminded her she had put herself in my hands so just relax and enjoy the ride. We were both having fun with the banter, so the mood stayed high and I knew it would only get better. We drove for about 40 minutes, and then we were there -- worlds of fun amusement park! Jackie squealed with joy and anticipation when she saw where we were. 

"I haven't been to one of these since I was a teenager. This is perfect. Come on, I want to ride all the rides at least twice before we have to leave." 

We paid the admission, one full admission to cover anything we might want to do. Schools were still in session, and mid day on Thursday was not really a busy time. All of the rides were operating by 12 and we did not have to wait for anything we got in line to ride. Jackie was looking at some of the bigger coasters with a smile on her face, but I wasn't sure about the 2 really big ones. I don't usually have problems on roller coasters, but I like them in moderation, I could never be one of those guys who ride them for hours at a time. I also decided my decision to skip lunch on the way here was going to be a good one. I suggested we start slowly and work up to the bigger, faster rides. 

"You pussy!" Jackie baited me. 

"That's me, just a big pussy." I retorted. "I will get there, just have to work up to it a little." 

"Let's go this way, I think I saw some kiddie cars over here." Jackie continued busting my balls. 

We were laughing and decided to try everything, so made it onto the merry go round, the bumper cars the whirling thingamajig and more. I spotted the flume ride and just knew Jackie would like to get wet to cool off, the temp had risen to near 90. We got a log to ourselves, Jackie sitting in front of me between my legs. As we started up the hill to the top, we went through a small covered section, and I moved my hands from her hips to grab her boobs. She jumped and squealed, saying "What are you up to now?", even as she pushed her ass back and ground it into my crotch. 

"I thought I would try holding them like this as we come down to the bottom, the water will really get your top wet." 

"Just what I need, a hand print over my tits as we walk around the place until the shirt dries. Think anyone will notice?" 

"I was actually thinking we could get the picture they take of everyone as they come through that water. I am sure the innocent girl in the booth selling them would find it embarrassing." 

Jackie responded, "I am not sure you are going to find an innocent 18 year old girl anywhere, even here in the middle of Missouri." 

"Well, it was a thought." I said, still wondering just how she might respond if I actually did it. There weren't too many people around the bottom of the ride, so the decision was made, even though Jackie did not know it at the time. 

We floated around the perimeter of the park, turning this way and that for some time, feeling the gentle splashing of the water in the channel as well as the heat of the sun above us. We saw the end approaching, the water filled channel dropped off to nothing in front of us, then we would be heading down the steep incline to the pool of water below. The speed picked up and Jackie gripped the side of the log to steady herself, and I gripped her hips more tightly than I had been during the ride. She tensed up as we neared the bottom, and just as the front of the log hit the edge of the pool I moved my hands up and grabbed each tit, giving them a good squeeze. Jackie jumped and squealed, both from the surprise of my move and the cold water now spraying over us. 

"I just knew you were going to try something like that!" Jackie turned and exclaimed. 

"Who me? It was just an involuntary reaction to the cold water and sudden slowdown." 

"Involuntary my ass!" Jackie stated emphatically. 

Laughing, we got out and I guided us toward the little hut near the entrance to the ride. There was a girl, maybe not 18, but she wasn't much older. She had been reading what appeared to be one of those trashy romance novels, not paying much attention to what else was going on around her. I said we were interested in our picture so she went to the machine to run off a proof. I heard a little snicker as she took the still warm picture out of the machine and brought it over to us for inspection. 

"I was wondering how you managed to keep them dry." she said, looking at the spots on Jackie's shirt. 

As we looked at the proof, I saw myself with a tit in each hand and my face looking over Jackie's shoulder, a shit eating grin very apparent. Jackie had a look of surprise on her face as evidenced by the wide eyes, but the smile on her lips betrayed her true emotions. Checking out the picture, Jackie was caught up in a fit of laughter, something I soon found contagious. The girl was looking at us with a smirk on her face, smiling as we tried to control our mirth. 

"I'd like to get a couple copies of that, please." I told the girl. 

"What are you going to do with those?" Jackie asked. 

"I thought you would like one, and I plan to have mine blown up and hang it on the wall in the office out in the garage." 

"I bet you will!", Jackie managed, just before another fit of laughter came over her. 

I paid for the pictures and asked the girl if she could keep them with her until we were leaving, I did not want to have to carry them around the park the rest of the afternoon. NO problem and we left still giggling like a couple of little girls. 

We spent the rest of the afternoon wandering the park, trying all the rides, some multiple times. We stopped for ice cream, rode the Ferris wheel many times and made out on top each time, even tried some of the coasters. Jackie wanted to get to them all, but a couple of the wilder ones gave me pause, so she satisfied herself with several rides on the tamer coasters and just calling me a big pussy for not wanting to ride the super dooper rides. Call me whatever you want, but the loops and twists on the milder rides were more than enough for me this afternoon. We left after 6, hot and tired, but wishing we could stay longer. I stopped along the ride back to the hotel at a Mexican place and we ate tacos and chili, just the right end to a great day. We were back in our room by 8. 

After we returned to the room, we did not waste any time stripping each other down. We jumped into the shower to remove the days sweat and trail dust, not wanting to wear it any longer. Refreshed, we headed to the bed, aware that this would be our last night away. Jackie turned out the light, commenting "I know you like to see what is going on, but by now I think you have a pretty good idea. I want to do this by touch only, I want that to be the only sensation I have to experience." Well, who am I to complain, I was looking forward to this all day, and this only served to heighten my excitement. 

Just as we had the first night, we started slowly to explore the other's body. Our lips and tongues found the other, and spent time exploring. Soon Jackie was lying on top of me, moving her crotch over my fully erect cock. I found the breasts smashed onto my chest with my hands, and started to massage the sides, working my hands between our bodies until I had a good grip on each tit. Jackie broke our kiss and again raised up her torso on her arms, making the friction we were feeling at our crotches the focal point of our contact. She was increasing her speed and I could feel the wetness build on her lips as it transferred to my hard cock. She continued to slide her hot pussy across my cock, then, moving up, sat over my face and offered me a close encounter between the pussy and my mouth. I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her closer into me, running my tongue up and down the wet lips, spending time teasing each little gasp out of her. 

I moved up and found the hard clit ready for my attention, and I did not waste any time. I could hear Jackie moaning in delight, and felt the occasional twinge and shudder she gave as I found a particularly sensitive spot. She was humping her pussy into my face with increasing fervor, letting me know she was getting closer to that magic moment. I increased my own efforts, moving the tongue faster and in ever decreasing circles until I was totally committed to that little hard spot I knew was the center of her being at this moment. I started to hear the now familiar gutteral sound from her throat, the cry of pleasure that just would not pass her lips. I felt her tense up and start to shake and shudder on my face, and I just kept my attention focussed on that little spot which was giving her such pleasure. She was trying to say something and tried to pull away, but I held her firmly against my probing tongue and kept working the clit as yet another strong climax shook her body. I wanted to keep her going, but she was able to force herself away from my relentless tongue fucking, falling on top of me panting breathlessly. 




Driving Jackie Ch. 02



The weather outside was cold, the gloom of the day and wind blowing further enhancing the effect of the temperature. Although not too unusual for an early December day in western North Carolina, I am a warm weather person, and I am amazed that the first drop in temperature from a nice, lazy fall to the winter is often so dramatic. Fortunately for me, I was in my climate controlled garage, assembling the engine that would be going into the 69 Camaro that was my current project. 

The Camaro was parked next to Jackie's Chevelle, now in mid stages of its own restoration to former glory. I had finished with most of the body work, and the car was in primer awaiting paint and then the rest of the drivetrain and interior would be refurbished. Jackie had moved in with me last August and in that time, had allowed me to do more of the work on her car without the former protests that I shouldn't be offering her my services without compensation. She had come to the realization that my philosophy of cars was that the machine deserved to be made whole again. I respected her desire to do this as her time and funds permitted, but I did the work for the challenge and the feeling of doing something right, not just to make points with Jackie. She now allowed me to work on the car as I found time and desire, but she still controlled the direction of its restoration. I enjoyed my time in the garage, and since most of my potential clients were gearing down for the holidays, December was usually a time of rest and time for personal projects for me. 

Jackie and I had been casual friends before our trip in early June, me on business and Jackie coming along to do some sightseeing and exploring the country on her own. We had found a comfort with each other before this time, but it had developed into much more during that week. When we returned, things became much more personal between us. In the time between our return from Kansas City and the time Jackie moved in with me, I started taking her to lunch once or twice during the week when I was in town, or she would stop by my place after work a few nights a week. The evenings together soon became overnighters and Jackie started leaving some of her clothes at my place so she could go straight to work in the mornings. It didn't take long to see that living together would be more convenient for each of us. Jackie would also be able to save the rent she was paying and put it toward her goal of purchasing a home of her own. 

Friends had seen us together after we got back from our trip, and by the next week's car cruise, everyone seemed to know that we were now 'together'. I guess that even guys will gossip and spread the word, probably as much as women will. Of course, the way in which it happens is generally different. Women will say "Don't they make a cute couple. I knew that they would end up together." Guys, on the other hand, will say something like "Have you seen the hottie that Steve is banging?" Regardless of how it happened, everyone started seeing us as a couple. 

Jackie would be home soon, the afternoon was progressing into evening, although the hour was hard to discern with the gloom of the day outside. She had received a promotion at work, now supervising a group of 4 chemists and a dozen or so technicians. The pay was better, but the responsibility was greater and at times so were the hours. That had been 2 months ago and after the initial period of adjustment, her workday was now back to the usual 8 to 4:30, generally home by 5. I was looking forward to her return, I found that I missed her during the day. It was a little strange to me, before we knew each other, I was not particularly close to any women. That is not to say that I did not like women, I just did not have much time for relationships, and the women I had seen in the past found my less structured life and work schedule difficult to adjust to. I had a reasonable, although infrequent, sex life, but did not find it a problem. I have never liked the term 'fuck buddy', but I knew several women in town who fit that description pretty well. I could call any one of them, usually on short notice, we could go out and have a good time, spend the night together and each go our separate way in the morning. No regrets, no apologies, none of the emotional baggage that too often tends to screw up an otherwise perfectly good relationship. 

With Jackie however, I was finding it difficult to maintain that kind of relationship. I would rather be with her than without. I missed her during the day when she was working, and on the times I was out of town for an extended period, I really wanted to get back to be with her. She felt the same way I did, and I had to wonder if this was just the newness of our relationship or was it love? In any case, that is something we would have to work out in the future. 

*****

I heard the engine of the Challenger as Jackie pulled up to the garage. Since her car was in pieces, she was driving that one, although I had offered her the use of the 2007 Silverado pickup I used for daily driving around town. 

"Are you nuts?!" had been Jackie's reply. She looked good driving it, and had started referring to it as 'her' Challenger now. I had noticed the way her reference to the car had changed, but didn't say anything. 

Jackie came in the office, and I met her there as I wiped my hands to greet her. 

"Dam, it is getting cold. I probably should have worn pants. This skirt lets the wind blow up my legs too much!" 

I gave her a hug and kiss, commenting, "You need something to warm up your legs." not even thinking she would assume anything other than pants or stockings. 

"Do you have anything in mind?" she asked with a grin on her face. 

With a flash of understanding, I realized what she had in mind, and offered that I might be able to provide some warmth to her cold legs. 

"Let's go into the house where it is warm." Jackie suggested. 

"It is warm in here, why go back outside if you don't have to?" I interjected. 

Jackie raised her eyebrows, but a big smile formed on her lips as she started removing her coat. I move to lock the door and turn out the lights, I did not want any wandering visitor to interrupt us. Turning Jackie to the couch, I had her lie down, and then pulled up her skirt, flipping it above her waist. I pulled down on her panties, and then ran my hand between her legs as she moved them further apart to give me better access. I knelt down and after a few little probes with my fingers, I moved my mouth into position and started licking the cool flesh of that pussy. It did not take long before I had it warmed up and the juices flowing, Jackie was moaning, urging me to keep giving her my tongue. I had a grip on her thighs and used the leverage to pull her legs further apart, getting a good angle to reach her hard clit with my probing tongue. By now, we each knew exactly what to do to excite the other and soon Jackie was moaning as she pushed back against my tongue thrusts to stimulate each of us. 

I stopped long enough to ask if she was warmer, and almost shouting, Jackie said, "Get back to work and don't stop until I come. I'll let you know when I am warm." 

Guess I will have to keep at it. I could tell she was enjoying the feel of my mouth and tongue on her wet pussy, the sounds coming from her were getting louder and more intense. I knew from experience that she would come long and hard, with her muscles tightening and then trembling as the orgasm washed over her body. I knew that once she started to tense, there would be little to stop the wave of pleasure, and I realized that point was soon approaching. 

Once she started that internal growling I had come to know well, I stopped licking the lips and concentrated all my attention on her hard little clit, providing the maximum amount of oral stimulation I could. Jackie had reached the point of no return, and was humping back against my mouth, and moving her ass in circles at the same time, wanting to get the most contact with my tongue she could. After what seemed like a longer time than normal for her, Jackie started to come down from the high to just lie there with minor tremors passing through her body. I continued to lick and suck, but slowly and gently, allowing her to come down easily. 

I asked if she was warm enough now, but she said that although she was warmer, she was not as warm as she would like. 

"What can I do to get you warmer?" I asked, already knowing the answer. 

Playing along, Jackie responded, "Stick your cock into my pussy and see if you can generate some friction there." 

Friction, yeah that's the answer, I thought. Moving up to my feet, I pulled Jackie off the couch and bent her over the desk, dropping my pants and took the cock, which had been hard and straining within those confines the entire time, into my hand as I guided it toward the wet and dripping hole between Jackie's spread legs. She had turned her head to watch and urged me on. "Give it to me. Hurry up, I want to get warm. I know that sliding it in and out will do that for me. Give it all to me, and then pump some of that hot semen into my pussy. What are you waiting for?" Actually, I wasn't waiting for anything. I gave a short thrust to get things started then pushed in hard and fast. Jackie groaned at the sensation, feeling me in her pussy for the first time today. I was going to make this a memorable fuck, and held her hips tightly as I was ramming my hard cock in and out of the pussy displayed before me. Jackie was moaning and shuddering as my grunts increased. I started with long slow strokes, but as my anticipation grew, the speed and force of my sliding cock started increasing over the minutes I was slamming my cock into her now hot pussy. I had been waiting all day for this and the pent up sexual tension I was feeling was about to be relieved in a single massive explosion. I felt the familiar tingling in my balls, and I could almost sense the movement up my cock as the impending climax was moving too slowly for me, but it was relentless and I soon found myself spurting my hot come deep into Jackie's waiting pussy. She felt it as well, and was trying to coax more out of me as she started her own second orgasm. 

"Oh my God, here comes another one! I feel it, keep it in there, I want you to fill me up. Give it to me baby, I need that cock inside my pussy. Don't stop, fuck me harder!" 

I was doing my best to keep stroking hard and fast, but the effort and the feeling within my cock was making it difficult to remain standing behind her, I found myself lying down on her back and holding onto her as we both came together then lay there enjoying the feelings as we started to come down. 

After a few minutes of this, I slowly pulled out and asked Jackie if she was warm enough now. 

"Much better." she replied, still lying across the desk. 

"So, what are we going to have for dinner?" I asked, kidding her a bit. Jackie was a good cook and she usually did the duties in the kitchen. My own culinary skills were seriously lacking, so Jackie did the cooking more for self preservation than anything. 

"What's for dinner?? You just fucked my pussy raw, and now you want me to stand in front of a hot stove and cook you dinner?? You're taking me out tonight, buster. No crap, get your coat!" 

I laughed, and went to find my coat. This was a game we played and each enjoyed the friendly back and forth. As I stated, Jackie was a good cook, and since she started doing the cooking around here, I had become healthier. My usual junk food diet had been replaced with one that was better suited for nutrition, and the biggest advantage, for both of us, was my increased stamina, particularly in bed. Jackie had retrieved her panties from the floor and put them back on, then added her coat. I asked where the car keys were, but Jackie had them in hand and told me she was driving, adding that the seat was set properly for her in her car. I know she was busting on me with the 'her car' statement, but I let it pass. We were both in a good mood, and dinner out would be nice. I also knew that once back home, we would find other pursuits in the bedroom before going to sleep. 

***** 

Friday would be Jackie's 25th birthday and we had reserved a dining room in a restaurant in town for a small party. It wasn't going to be anything fancy, just finger food and open bar, we had invited a number of friends from the car club and fellow employees from Jackie's job. Since the weather had turned cold, the Friday night cruise at the burger joint had ended, so this was an opportunity for us to see some of the people we might not run into on a regular basis. Jackie wasn't sure she wanted to advertise her age, but I convinced her she need not worry about age, it was only a number and she was not old enough to be worrying about such things yet. Besides, I told her we would be going away to a Caribbean island for the following week as my present to her. Jackie had put off vacation earlier this year to get up to speed with her new position, so had 2 weeks she needed to burn or lose them. The thoughts of warm, sunny tropical beaches and cool drinks were incentive enough to convince her to enjoy the party and look forward to the following week. The fact that the temperature had dropped another 10 degrees did not hurt either. 

Despite her concerns, Jackie enjoyed the party. We had asked that no one bring gifts, just come and hang out with us for the evening. We saw some friends we had not seen since the summer, and I met some of Jackie's colleagues I had not known before. The evening turned out to be quite pleasant without becoming a huge production that Jackie initially thought it might. We were home by midnight, confident all had a good time. 

Lying in bed, Jackie thanked me for my thoughtfulness to give her a party. She was sitting atop my crotch, her pussy impaled on my stiff cock. She was gently rocking back and forth, just enjoying the feeling of our union. We often spent time like this, using the experience to wind down from a hard day and to just talk together. When we were both in town for any time, we would take our time, making love slowly and leisurely, working up to our eventual climax. We discussed a lot of different things, and somehow the closeness and intimacy helped us to see things more clearly. 

I was lying on the bed, feeling my cock move slowly within Jackie's warm and wet pussy as she rocked. After a few minutes of this, I was getting very relaxed, although it might be hard to understand the stimulation of my cock as relaxation. Jackie then asked, "I want you to come shopping with me tomorrow. I need to get some things before we go away." 

Kidding with her, I answered, "You just need someone to hold your purse while you try things on. And, just what do you need to buy for a week in the islands. A couple of t-shirts, some shorts and a bathing suit are all you will need." 

"That's not true. Besides, you do such a fine job of holding a purse. You are a natural. And, how many women do you know who can consider going away without going shopping? was the answer. 

I was kidding with Jackie, and she knew it. I had a tough time saying no to her anyway, but even more trouble saying no when she was riding my cock. I am pretty sure she knew that as well. Playing the game a little longer, I replied, "I'm not sure. I think you have just about used up your credits for me to hold onto your purse. I could be out in the garage getting something productive done instead." 

Jackie picked up her pace, moving her hips faster, increasing the sensations on my cock. It was now moving in and out faster and deeper than before. Jackie smiled as she looked down at me, saying "How many more credits is this worth?" 

Giving in to her query, I replied "At least one shopping trip's worth. But, how long the time in the mall lasts is still up in the air." 

"Then I guess I had better get moving." Jackie picked up the pace even more, squeezing her pussy muscles around the shaft that was buried inside her. My cock had become well lubed during the previous 30 minutes we had been slowly fucking, but now it needed no more help in sliding further in and out, doing so with a sloshing sound each time it bottomed out inside. Jackie was starting her climb up the hill to climax, and I was acutely aware of just how she would crest, and just how hard and fast the ride down from her peak and then back up to another intense orgasm would be. I had been rubbing her thighs and moving my fingers slowly along her breasts as we talked, but now I grabbed her hips and forcefully pulled her onto my straining cock. She was grunting with the exertion and I joined her in my own efforts. The gasps and whimpers she was emitting became a low moan, helping me build to my own climax. Jackie tensed and froze, but I continued pulling her onto my hard rod, determined to get every inch into her depths. She was still sitting there locked in place as I did the work, but her eyes were closed and her voice tried to express her pleasure, but once again, she found it impossible to force the words past her lips. I was on the edge of my own climax, and watching Jackie shudder in pleasure, her tits bouncing as her stiff torso moved under my control, I was soon lost in my own explosion. The jets of hot semen filled the pussy that had been stroking my hard tool, and soon the wetness was running down onto my balls. I stopped jamming Jackie onto myself, instead just pulling her down onto me and holding her tightly. After lying there for several minutes, breathless and exhausted, Jackie asked, "Was that good enough for a whole day at the mall?" 

She knew the answer without asking, but I replied, "Absolutely. Maybe even 2 days!" 

Jackie laughed, and we each just lay there holding each other for quite a while before parting and going to sleep, thinking about the day ahead and then the week in the tropics. 

*****

We got up early the next morning, well as early as we could drag our butts out of bed after a long session of making love last night. We enjoyed a long session of soap and scrub in the shower, ending only when the hot water started to run out. Jackie had given me a quick hand job, and then I returned the favor, fingering her to climax as she squeezed my still semi hard cock between her legs as I stood behind her. Now we were in the kitchen, me sitting at the table in my boxers as Jackie cooked waffles for us both. She had not dressed, just thrown on a short robe that was not tied and short enough for me to get a glimpse of her nice ass as she moved around the counters. Each time she turned to talk to me, I could see her tits jiggling under the robe that really wasn't doing much to cover her up. Jackie had never been particularly self conscious about showing me her breasts, and now that we were living together, she often wore little or nothing in the house. I surely wasn't going to complain about that. 

We talked as we ate, Jackie telling me just what she would need before we went away. 

"I will need at least 2 bathing suits. I don't want everyone to see me in the same suit every time I go out. And, can you imagine if someone else has the same suit I do?" 

I couldn't see the logic in that thinking, but wasn't about to argue. I knew women better than that. 

"Well, if you just need a couple of bathing suits, I don't expect to be out that long.", I responded. 

"Just a couple of suits?? I will need some new summer blouses, maybe a skirt if we go somewhere nice, maybe some sandals to match the outfits, sun glasses, and a new bag..." 

I was sorry I asked. I think I would have been better off not knowing. Still, I was determined to make the best of the day and wanted Jackie to get what she needed. I also was thinking that she might need to renew her shopping credits sooner than I had originally thought. 




Driving Jackie Ch. 02



After finishing with breakfast, we dressed quickly to get going. I was wearing a casual shirt and khakis while Jackie put on a skirt and a short top, no bra. I looked as she dressed and in answer to my unasked question, she replied "I will be trying on clothes all day. I want something I can get on and off without problem. I also will not be wearing a bra for the next 10 days, until I have to go back to work." 

That last piqued my interest, and I smiled slyly in anticipation of what might be in the future for me and those tits. Now it was off to the car and then the mall. Despite her teasing yesterday, Jackie did not bring a purse, so no holding the bag for me today. 

As we drove the 15 miles to the mall, I was wondering just how Jackie planned to get bathing attire in early December. I would guess that most stores had already put the summer wear into storage and would be trying to sell the Christmas merchandise today. I hoped Jackie would be able to find something suitable and not have to settle for what meager selection might remain on the rack. I did not voice my concerns, instead hoping she knew what she was doing. 

I asked again why she felt she needed 2 suits. 

"2 suits?? I guess you really don't know anything about women. I will need one that I can go in the water with, one for wandering around the pool and bar, maybe one for a different look then there is the whole 1 piece vs. 2 piece thing. I might have to get 5 or 6 by the time I am done." 

"5 or 6?? Damn, that is about 1 a day. Don't you plan to wear anything more than once? Is there a list of these rules somewhere?" 

Jackie laughed, saying "There are definite rules, but I don't think they are written down anywhere. All women just know them." 

My head was starting to hurt, and I was rethinking my decision to come along on this shopping adventure. By this time we reached the parking lot, so I parked and we headed inside. 

Jackie seemed to know where she was going, and soon we came to a boutique that specialized in women's intimate apparel, which evidently included swimwear. They did have a large selection of bathing suits, something that actually surprised me. More surprising, I noticed half a dozen other women in the store, at least half of those looking through the selection of swimwear. Maybe they were all going to the islands. Perhaps I would see them on the plane. 

Jackie started going through the racks without apparent strategy, at least to my untrained eye. Soon she had a handful that she wanted to try on, so headed for the fitting room. She entered, then quickly returned, seeking out a sales person. After a brief conversation with the woman, Jackie motioned for me to come back with her into the dressing rooms. I was a bit uncertain, but Jackie assured me she had permission for me to come back, it was not unusual for men to accompany wives or girlfriends into the room. Still a bit pensive, I found that the dressing room had a number of individual cubicles inside, each with a door that allowed for privacy. Jackie took the first in line and went inside with her selections, promising to return to let me check her out in each one. Resigned to my fate for the next hour or more, I sat in a convenient chair to await her return. 

Unknown to me, there was another woman in one of the cubicles 2 down from Jackie's. As I sat there waiting, a sales woman came in, knocked on that door, then opened it and spoke to the woman inside. I casually glanced over and found that there was a full length mirror on the back of the door, and the way the door was partially open, I could see the woman inside directly in the mirror. She had long black hair and dark, sultry eyes, the kind that just draw one in. she had the olive skin that reminded me of Mediterranean heritage, skin smooth and perfect. I would have spent more time on her eyes, but my attention was drawn to the movement of her hands. She was trying to get a very large set of breasts into what was obviously a too small bikini top. She was pushing and pulling, bouncing the breasts in an attempt to get them to drop into place, and generally struggling without success. She gave up and told the clerk that this one was too small also, she would have to try something larger. 

"I always have to find a larger size for these puppies." she joked. 

The clerk agreed, commenting that she wished that she had the same problem, since her bustline was considerably smaller. 

"No you don't honey, they are more trouble than they are worth sometimes." 

The saleswoman stated that she would go in search of something larger, and scurried off to look. I looked away, trying to look as obscure as I could, not wanting to be caught staring. I did notice that the clerk failed to close the door, and I could still see the woman inside fully. She reached behind her back and undid the clasp on the top, letting it fall to the floor. She then started massaging her breasts, lines and indentations plainly visible from the effort of trying to put those 10 pound tits into a 5 pound top. Her breasts were quite large, with dark brown quarter sized nipples and areola sitting high on the flesh, and despite their size, I was impressed at the small amount of sag. Something that large could not defy gravity, but these were doing their best to prove the laws of physics wrong. 

I was watching, enjoying the show as she looked up and then her eyes noticed me and looked straight into my own. I thought she would turn away or rush to close the door, but seeing me, she smiled and continued to massage her tits as she looked right into my eyes. I felt a twinge in my boxers, and just at that moment, the door to Jackie's cubicle opened and she stood there in the first suit she wanted me to offer an opinion on. I looked at her, and then my eyes were drawn back to the mirror on the other door. I could not help it, and tried mightily to keep my concentration on Jackie. I failed miserably and Jackie noticed, looking at me quizzically, wondering just what had my attention. Her eyes narrowed, and she was about to speak, but changing her mind, moved a step closer to me and looked through the gap between the door and wall, seeing exactly what I was looking at. Jackie got a good look, and then she got a big smile on her face. She looked at me again, and I had a sheepish look on my face, just like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Still, I found my gaze drifting, and had to force myself to concentrate on Jackie. 

Jackie was wearing a 1 piece suit, light blue in color. The legs were cut high on the side, the back low and a large hole exposed her stomach, starting just below her breasts and going down below the navel. She filled it out quite nicely, and I told her so. I really did like it and looking at her like this made it easy for me to forget my distraction. Jackie took another look through the gap before closing the door to try another suit. The woman had continued to rub her breasts, now smiling seductively at me as I watched. 

The sales clerk returned with a couple more choices, and once again I feigned disinterest in the whole shopping thing. She barely gave me notice, moving back to the first woman. Handing in her selections, she told the woman to give these a try, she would be back in a few minutes after attending to another customer. The door remained partially open, giving me a full view of the woman inside. She looked at me to see if I was still watching, and her smile got bigger when she saw I was. 

The entire time I had been watching, the woman had only been clad in the far too small bikini top and her bright red thong. Now that she knew I was watching, she was putting on a show for me. She very slowly started pulling on the next top, licking her lips and maintaining eye contact with me. She carefully lifted one breast into the cup, and then the other, taking time to make sure each was properly nestled into the bra. She bounced her chest a bit to settle them in, and then shook them side to side for effect. This top fit much better, and after the tits were fully (well as fully as they could get) settled into the top, she looked at me and mouthed the words "You like?" 

I had to stop staring at the breasts presented to me long enough to register the words in my brain, then after looking at the rest of her to get the complete picture, I nodded enthusiastically. She smiled with a broad grin, rubbing the big boobs through the cloth of the top, then reaching back, removed it and put it aside. Once again, I got the full effect of her tits uncovered, presented for my inspection. 

She reached for the next top, and just as she was lifting it into place, the door opened and Jackie was standing there in her latest choice. It was a bright yellow 2 piece, not as risqué as some, but still showing a good bit of flesh. Once again, she filled it out very nicely, and I told her so. I had managed to maintain eye contact with Jackie this time, but she looked at me knowing that my attention was still diverted. She looked through the gap between the door and wall one more time before returning to her task, and got that big all knowing smile again. She winked at me, and then went back inside, closing the door. I couldn't help myself, knowing I should not be doing this, but returned my attention to the woman in the other room. She had seen the door open, and had waited to try on the next top until I brought my full attention back to her. This woman was doing an amazing job of teasing me, and I loved it. As before, she took her time putting it on, making sure everything fit and that I got a chance to see her every movement. This one too fit, but something about it did not look quite right. I couldn't put my finger on it, but when she asked for my opinion, I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head 'no'. She looked down, checking herself out, and then looked in the mirror to see what I was seeing. She looked back at me, directly into my eyes, and shook her head 'yes'. She mouthed "I see what you mean. Thank you.", and took it off, giving me a full view of her naked tits. 

Jackie opened her door again, this time with a more revealing 2 piece. I liked the style, but I wasn't crazy about the way the pink color looked on her. She agreed that pink was not really her color, but if I liked the style, she could probably find another in a different shade. About that time, the sales woman came back in, and asked the other woman how things had fit. The woman told her that both had fit better, but she only liked the one. I avoided looking into that cubicle, both because Jackie was talking to me and because the sales woman might notice my curiosity. The woman in the cubicle was still standing there in just her thong, so I assume the clerk would be concerned about privacy. I guess my conversation with Jackie had brought my presence to her attention and she closed the door as she left to find something else for the woman to try on. Jackie herd the click of the door, and a quick look through the door gap confirmed that my view had been lost. Looking at me with exaggerated sympathy, she said "Poor baby.", and laughed. Going back to her next choice, Jackie closed her door and I was left there by myself. 

About 30 seconds after I heard the click of Jackie's door close, I heard another click, and the other door opened, just as it had been previously. I only saw the hand and forearm pushing it open, my only direct view of the woman still in the mirror. This time, she had no new top to try on, so just stood there watching me. As I watched her watching me, she started massaging those mammoth mammaries, this time tweaking the nipples as she did. It did not take long before they stood proudly at attention, hard and firm. That twinge in my boxers was starting to return, though I was only vaguely aware of it, my conscious attention was elsewhere. She kept massaging the tits, teasing the nipples and hefting the heavy flesh in her hands. I was really getting into it, and then the clerk returned. She noticed the door ajar again, and looked at me, then the door. I had not moved from my chair, and the woman's eyes suddenly got big, looking at me then into the room with her customer facing the full length mirror. I guess she figured it out, she quickly deposited her new selections on the bench, and then just as quickly left, giving me a strange look. The woman in the mirror was laughing as was I. 

She went through the same procedure with each, asking my opinion as she tried them on. If Jackie came out to show me something, she would wait until I could return my attention to our game. All too soon, Jackie had exhausted her supply of suits, finding sufficient quantity to satisfy her need for the coming week. As we were leaving the dressing room, I took one last look at the beautiful woman's nearly naked body, then smiled and mouthed "Thank you!" 

Back in the store, Jackie busied herself with finding some cover-ups and other essential accessories. Satisfied she had everything she would need, at least from this store, Jackie went to the register to pay for her booty. I stood near the door for a quick getaway, and watched as my new friend came out of the dressing room. Now she was wearing a short black dress that did nothing to minimize her very large breasts and everything to maximize her sex appeal. Not too tight, it was cut well and accentuated her wonderful figure. She was standing next to Jackie as they talked with the clerks, and each kept looking over at me as they spoke. There was some laughing and conversation between them then they smiled at each other and said goodbye. 

"Since you didn't have to hold my purse, I just know that you are feeling under utilized, so you can carry the bags." Jackie began. 

I took the proffered bags and asked, "So what were you and that other woman talking about at the counter?" 

"We were talking about you!" was the response Jackie offered. 

"Me??" 

"Yes! It seems you were a naughty boy, looking at her titties all the while I was working hard to find something you might like on me when we go away." 

"Guilty as charged." I confessed with a big grin. 

"So, were you just checking out my competition, or are you thinking of trading me in?" 

Jackie was busting my balls big time, and enjoying every minute. I might have been squirming if I didn't know she was doing this for her amusement and my own consternation. 

I responded in kind, "I left with you didn't I? I'm carrying your bags, you almost have me domesticated here. So what were you saying about me?" 

Jackie got serious, answering, "she told me I was lucky to be with you." 

"I know she must have said more than that. You talked for a few minutes." 

Jackie hesitated a second, her mood remaining serious, "she said I should take good care of you or else someone like her will take you away from me." 

"Not a chance." I responded, bringing Jackie out of her seriousness quickly. 

I do have to confess, a few fleeting thoughts went through my mind, wondering how things might have been different if I had met this woman before meeting Jackie. I let those thoughts pass, I had not met her first, and right now I was only interested in spending my time with one woman. We went to lunch, and then resumed the shopping. We spent several more hours in the mall, but most of it was an anticlimax after the morning's excitement. I barely remember any of the individual stores, though I did seem to be carrying an increasing number of shopping bags. The shopping gene certainly was not recessive in Jackie. 

At home, we had a light dinner and then went to get ready for tomorrow. The flight took off about 10, so we needed to be ready to go early. Jackie spent some time removing all the tags from her purchases, and then packed everything neatly into her bag. Again, she seemed to have the art of traveling light down pat, and I was grateful, I would end up carrying the luggage. I was also glad to realize I didn't need my usual laptop or suit bag, so I could travel light as well. We finished with our task and headed for bed and an early night to be rested for the next day. Well, OK, we headed for bed, but sleep would not come just yet. 

Another day behind us, another successful adventure and another evening with Jackie riding my cock. We both enjoyed this kind of slow, sensual time between us, and we made the most of it. As I said, we would take this time to go over events of the day and have long, meaningful conversations about items that concerned us. Tonight, the item that seemed to concern Jackie the most was tits. Well, not her tits, the ones I had spent several hours lusting over this morning. She was going to have some fun with this, and I knew it would be at my expense. She had been impaled on my cock, rocking back and forth for about 10 minutes before she brought it up. 

"So, what did you find so fascinating about those big boys?" she started. 

"Nothing much, you see one set and you have seen them all." I decided to needle her first. 

"What?!?! Are you telling me my tits aren't any better than any other you have seen?" 

"Well, I didn't say that exactly..." 

"So what did you say??" 

"Yours are the best I wouldn't trade them for any others." I responded in complete honesty and sincerity. 

"Are you sure?" Jackie asked with a gleam in her eye. 

"Absolutely!" I answered her back. 

"Not even if they aren't as big as those others?" 

"I don't need big titties, I like yours just the way they are." I again answered sincerely. 

"So, you only like me for my tits!" Jackie was really getting into this. 

"Well..." I replied, giving it back to her. 

"Well, what? Would you like to see me with huge tits? Maybe a boob job, I could look just like Dolly Parton." 

"You don't need a boob job, you look just fine the way you are." 

I was trying to end this subject, but knew it was not over. We were just having fun, but I did feel a pang of guilt at having enjoyed the show so much this morning. 

"Well, if not a boob job, what? You know, my tits will be that big when I am pregnant." 

Say what!!!! Where the hell did that come from? 

"I wish I had a camera." Jackie said as she started laughing hysterically. "The look on your face was priceless." 

"Forget the camera, where did you come up with that? You're not..., you're not planning to ..., are you?" 

Jackie got a strange look in her eyes, I was ready to hear that she had been planning something for me but had not included me in her scheme, when she again busted out in hysterics. 

"I can't believe you are so gullible." 

As she had been talking, my cock had shriveled to nothing, attempting to get as far from her pussy as possible. No chance of impregnating anyone with a tool that small. 

Jackie noticed my rod shrinking and leaving her wet pussy, and continued to needle me. "Awww. Is he that afraid of what might happen in there? Is he going to hide out for long? I hope not." 

I felt a little uneasy at this turn of events, but I suspected that Jackie was having a huge joke at my expense, and my discomfort was only adding to her enjoyment. 

Sensing that she had pushed the fun far enough, Jackie lay down across my chest and started kissing me. As the passion increased, my cock started to come back, but remained shy, not returning to full stature. 

"Is he still hiding? Won't he come out and play?" Jackie asked coyly. "I know what, forget the pussy for now, you want tits. How about you get him to come back, and I will let him fuck my tits." 

Now there was an idea. No one ever got pregnant from a tittie fuck. My cock must have been listening, it soon returned to full strength and stature. Jackie rolled over with me now on top, and she started stroking the now regenerated rod that was pointing at her face, lying between the twin mounds of her breasts. 




Driving Jackie Ch. 02



Normally, we did not need any kind of lubrication, Jackie made enough of her own, but with the recent episode of scaredy cockus, I thought some in order. I reached into the nightstand and retrieved a tube of lube, and liberally spread it over Jackie's tits. This not only made them nice and slippery, but brought out those nice nipples that I found so tasty and nutritious. It also gave me a chance to give them a good massage, something I had wanted to do since my tit fantasy from the morning. Once satisfied that she was ready, I leaned down and started running my cock between the breasts before me, with Jackie pushing them together to increase the contact and tightness I felt. I was stroking long and slowly, wanting to make this last. Jackie was watching each inch appear and disappear between the warm flesh of her breasts, blowing warm breath on the tip each time it appeared out of the valley in front of her. I enjoyed the sensations, and hoped that I could make it last a long time. Many nights we would draw out these sessions for an hour, even 2 as we took our time and enjoyed each other as much as possible.

I was moving slowly, just luxuriating in the feeling and making the most of each sensation. I had been stroking for about 10 minutes, watching Jackie's face as she gave her attention to my cock, and varying the pressure she used to push her tits together to alter the feeling I got. 

Jackie asked "So, are you thinking about those big titties now?" 

"Not at all. I am focused on your tits, and that is all I want." 

Smiling, she continued to tease me, still giving attention to my cock head as it kept peeking out, "Would you like to be fucking them?" 

That one I had to think about for a minute. "I can't lie, I might be tempted, but I don't think so as long as I have these here to keep me happy." 

Jackie smiled at that and urged me to pick up the pace. "I want to see you come all over these tits. They are here for you any time you want them, just say so!" 

I know my words had turned her on, and even though I wanted to make this last, I started thrusting faster, in turn forcing my cock head to come further out of the space between Jackie's tits. She was not able to give a quick flick of the tongue to the tip on each stroke, since I was pumping faster each time I thrust forward. Jackie was urging me on, and it was having the desired result we were both looking for. 

"Come on Stevie, give it to me. Get these tits hot with the friction. Slide that cock in and out. You know you love it, come on, give me that hot cream you've been storing up for me!" 

I was grunting with the exertion, and soon felt the beginnings of that feeling deep within my groin, the start of the climb from effort to ecstasy. Jackie saw it on my face and urged me on to go faster and harder. 

"I can tell you are almost there. I want you to shoot it all over my tits. Let me have it, cover my titties for me. Let me have it hot and wet!" 

"Here it comes." was all I could grunt out, the feeling of the impending explosion had taken my ability to speak and morphed that ability into a series of unintelligible sounds. I pulled back a bit, and Jackie grabbed my stiff rod with both hands and pointed the tip at each tit in turn, covering each with several hot spurts of semen. I knelt above her stomach, panting with the effort and release, as Jackie continued to stroke and milk every drop out of my still hard cock. When I could take her ministrations no more, she stopped, let my rod drop onto her abdomen and rubbed my ejaculate into her tits slowly, watching my reaction as she did it. 

I was excited watching the slow, sexy way she rubbed her tits with the goo, but the effort I had put into providing that goo had taken its toll, and I just fell forward onto her chest, holding tight. The quickly cooling semen was now trapped between us, and soon acted like glue, bonding us together. At this point I was not worried about being locked together, we were holding and kissing each other and except for the rocking of Jackie's pelvis against my still hard cock, there was no other sensation present. I knew I wanted to get her off, she had done a fine job with me, but until I renewed my energy, I would be content with the closeness we were experiencing. 

A few minutes of rest provided the needed energy to allow me to return Jackie's crotch stimulation, and I moved to part our bodies. The stickiness had dried and we were stuck together, though not permanently, causing a fit of laughter between us. We peeled ourselves apart, and I moved down to get some face to pussy contact going. Jackie had been wet and ready to go from my tit fucking, but I wanted to offer some more personal sensory stimulation before I got up to give her a good ride. She moved her legs apart for me, and I spread the lips further with my fingers before moving in with my tongue searching out her magic spot. I gave attention to the lips and the inner folds, but Jackie got the most pleasure from direct stimulation of her hard clit. I teased a bit, but soon had the bud in my mouth, sucking and flicking my tongue over it fast and hard. She was moaning in pleasure, her eyes closed as I continued to suck. I wanted her to feel as good as she had made me feel, and after spending many enjoyable hours with my head between her legs, I knew exactly what she liked and how to give her the most powerful orgasms she could have. 

I felt it coming, and went to work to make it build to its peak. Jackie had started tensing up, moaning and whimpering in anticipation of the coming event. Soon, her sounds would be lost to that deep, guttural moan that signified she was peaking, and that was a sound I loved to hear. As she reached her peak, I was sucking and teasing her clit without slowing down, knowing it would drive her crazy. She would try to push me off, but I would resist, pushing her to yet another climax and keeping her in that state of exquisite pleasure. She would try to get me to stop, but afterward, she would say she was really turned on by the multiple orgasms I drew out of her. It was a part of our sex game and we both enjoyed every second of it. 

Once I slowed my tongue to gentle kissing and teasing, Jackie started to return to normal, then she pulled me on top of her and insisted that I stick my cock inside her drenched pussy and fuck her silly. Who am I to refuse an offer like that! 

I did as requested, sliding into her in a single stroke. She was hot and wet, and I knew she would be sensitive from my earlier tongue job, so resisted the urge to go hard and fast. I started slow, smooth thrusts, giving her pussy a chance to get used to the feeling, and to prolong our love making. We had been here before and soon fell into an easy rhythm, Jackie putting her legs around my waist and pulling me into her with each stroke. I could feel her inner vaginal muscles squeezing and pulling on my cock, causing me to speed up my thrusts. Jackie started humping back as I picked up my actions, and we each soon felt the familiar stirrings within, knowing that we each would be coming soon. It did not take long, and as I felt the semen start its voyage up the center of my cock, Jackie felt my climax starting and increased her hip action, which helped to bring her to her own climax. My second shot of the night filled her to overflowing, and we soon were lying together, coming down from our highs and enjoying the feeling of closeness. We had an early morning, and soon Jackie was asleep in my arms, me following into dreamland shortly after. 

*****

The alarm went off way too early, at least that was what Jackie said as she tried to snuggle back under the covers as I pulled them from her body. She squealed as I tickled her sides, and then got out of bed to try to catch me as I ran into the bathroom, intent on getting a hot shower. We each needed to wash the remnants of last nights session from our bodies, and spent some time in the warm water making sure each was clean before getting out and dressing. We would be in the plane for about 3 hours and wanted to be comfortable during the flight. I pulled on a golf shirt and casual pants, while Jackie found a nice blouse and a short skirt. True to her pronouncement of yesterday, she wore no bra under the top. We loaded our light luggage into the cab and got to the airport in record time, clearing security and catching the commuter flight to Charlotte, then on to our destination island. 

The flight had been uneventful, and soon we were driving to the resort. We had intentionally chosen a minimal service place, neither of us wanting to get stuck in one of those one size fits all resorts where you never have to leave the property. We wanted to be able to set our own agenda, and found a place that offered simple lodging without all the other fluff. We checked in and found our way to the cottage. Rather than rooms in a building, each guest had an individual cottage that contained a few chairs in a sitting area, a king sized bed and a bath. Nothing fancy, just simple, clean and comfortable -- exactly what we wanted. 

It was mid-afternoon by the time we had settled in, and not knowing anything about the island, decided to stick close to the room until we had a plan. The resort had a pool and bar, a small restaurant and the staff was friendly and courteous. Our plan was to see what our options would be for the balance of the week, but to stay close to home this afternoon. The temperature was in the high 80's I guessed, so we thought we would sit around the pool, checking out the talents of the bar tender. I put on my swim trunks (the only ones I owned) and a loose shirt. Jackie changed into her lounging around the pool suit, the 1 piece with the hole in the front. She did fill it out nicely, and I expected she would get plenty of attention wearing it today. Sunday was the usual check in day for weekers, those who arrived Sunday and stayed a week, leaving the following Saturday. I assumed a number of these people would be following our game plan and stick close to home the first afternoon. 

We found an empty table near the pool with an umbrella, and I went to get drinks. Normally, I do not go in for fancy mixed drinks, but since we were in the islands, I opted for pina coladas with the little umbrella floating on top. They were good, and went down easily, masking the amount of alcohol they contained. As I had expected, there were a number of new arrivals, and we said hello to several of them, just making light conversation. As I had also expected, Jackie was getting a lot of attention, sitting there looking cool in her new suit. Nothing too obvious, but a lot of looks from the men and even the women, although I assume the men were just being their horny selves and the women were doing mental comparisons of their own bodies against Jackie's. I think she enjoyed the attention, and we spent the next 2 hours just sitting and talking. Everything seemed pretty casual, so we went to dinner without changing, enjoying a very good, very fresh fish entrée. We spoke to the office staff on the way back to the room and got some ideas of what was around and suggestions of what to do. Tomorrow the plan was to spend some time at the beach in the morning, then try the local shopping scene in the afternoon. It had been a long day, and between the flight and hot sun, we were both tired as we headed to bed. Still, we did manage to spend some time with Jackie riding my cock, going over the day's events as she moved slowly back and forth, just as we regularly did at home. 

Morning arrived and after a quick shower and breakfast in the same restaurant, we made it to the beach shortly after 9. There weren't too many people there that early, so we set up on the large towels the resort had provided and just watched the surf rolling in and out as we soaked up some sun. Neither of us had been to the islands before, and it was a strange feeling to know that you are totally surrounded by water, no other land visible anywhere on the horizon. The sun hadn't reached the point where it would be overly warm, and the cool breeze helped to make the day very pleasant just sitting on the beach. By 10, there were quite a few other people on the beach, though not so many it was crowded. I was doing some people watching as the numbers increased and noticed many of the women were not wearing their tops. This was a nice addition to the view, I thought, though Jackie would bring up my breast infatuation if I pointed this out. Actually, she was the first to mention the point, bringing it to my attention, as if she needed to do so. 

"Have you seen just how many women are topless here?" 

"Well, now that you mention it..." I responded, trying to act surprised. 

Jackie's eyes narrowed as she looked at me, "Don't give me that innocent act. You have been watching all those jiggling titties haven't you!" this was a statement, not a question. I just smiled and went back to my girl watching. 

I wasn't paying too much attention, just lost in my own thoughts, when I heard, "Well, when in Rome..." 

I looked over and saw Jackie removing her own top, revealing her very nice tits to me and anyone else who might be watching. I had wondered the first time I saw them when she offered to meet the pizza delivery guy topless if she would have done it or was just playing with me, but I guess showing them in public didn't bother her too much. I wasn't going to complain, and after the teasing she gave me about my salivating over the mirror woman's tits in the store Saturday, I decided to let the subject drop. I did, however, ask if she wanted me to apply some sun screen to them, no sense burning them. I wasn't sure this would be the best idea, I really did not want to sit here on the beach with a boner, but Jackie took that worry out of my hands by saying she would do the honors, at least for now. 

We lay on the hot sand for a while longer, and then went into the water, Jackie did have on one of her suits that could get wet. The ocean was warm and clear, offering a view of the bottom, something that did not seem possible on any beach I had been to previously. We splashed around and generally had fun as the gentle waves broke around us. I also watched with interest as some of the other women were running back and forth, tits bouncing up and down with each step. I guess I did have a thing about bare tits, and as Jackie continued to catch me watching, I knew she would be teasing me mercilessly later tonight. Such is the price I pay for just enjoying the views that are offered to me. We went back to the towel, spent another half hour soaking up some more sun and drying off, then headed back. We would be going into town and spend the rest of the afternoon shopping. 

The island had a small shopping area that catered mostly to tourists. We found a convenient open air café to have a quick lunch, and then walked around looking at the stores and the offerings each was pushing. I didn't see very much that interested me, cheap t-shirts and duty free liquor were not high on my list of priorities. Jackie did seem to find some interest in the jewelry stores, and was soon caught up in the spell of cheap gold and jewels. She had never worn much jewelry as far as I could remember, but I think that there is some inherited obsession women have for glitter and flash. Jackie was looking at various rings and pendants, and normally I would have volunteered to buy her something, but after her comment the other night about pregnancy and my understanding of what jewelry gifts mean to women, I wasn't sure if that was such a good idea. 

Jackie was looking at this and that, each new one eliciting a new oooh and ahhh. She was trying on different rings, asking me what I thought of each one. She would hold them up next to each other and ask which I preferred. The salesman was being no help, well no help to me, as he suggested she buy more than one if she could not make up her mind. I backed off, moving to another section of the store, pretending to be interested in the items located there, but actually just trying to stay out of any decision. But, I did end up losing my objectivity, and I wanted Jackie to have a memorable trip. While she was busy looking at the various rings, I spoke to the other clerk and picked out a pair of diamond stud earrings that I thought were tasteful and not gaudy. Each was a single carat and sparkled in the light. I had the clerk wrap them in a plain box and instructed her to give them to Jackie as we left, saying they were a gift. The woman smiled at the romantic fool who had just dropped 2 grand on a pair of earrings. I wandered back up front just in time to hear Jackie say "I'll take this one." She held out a white gold ring with a small diamond in the center surrounded by 6 blue sapphires. It was a very nice ring, and I told her that she had good taste. She smiled and said, "Well, I did pick you, didn't I?" 

I smiled at her comment, thinking back to all those times we ended up together at the car shows. Maybe they weren't just random meetings after all. 

Jackie paid for her purchase and we started out the door, the second clerk calling after us. She came up and presented Jackie with a small box, telling her it was a gift. Jackie looked confused, but thanked the woman as we left. Outside, she wondered why they had given her a gift, she had only bought a single ring, not even one of the more expensive ones. She also wondered what it might be, and we stopped walking long enough for her to open the box and look inside. 

"Oh my God!!" was all she could say. "These can't be real, not if they give them away, but they sure do look good." 

"I don't know, but put them in, let's see how they look." I responded with an inner smile. 

Jackie took them out of the box, and then stopped. There was a tag under the card the earrings were mounted on, saying 

18k white gold 

2.08 total carat weight

Color G

Clarity VVS1

Her eyes got big as she read, and then she started crying. "Oh my God, you bought these for me!" 

"Who me??" I kidded, but got more serious as her tears continued to flow. "You mean a lot to me, Jackie, and I wanted to get you something nice. Consider them an early Christmas present." 

"I don't know what to say." Jackie replied, even as she was putting them into her ears. She looked at me with a strange expression on her face and then repeated, "I don't know what to say. How can I thank you for this?" 

"Just say thank you, that is all I need.", but groping her left tit as we hugged, I continued "I am sure you can find some way to thank me." 

Jackie had stopped the tears and was now smiling broadly, "that is all you guys want.", as she laughed and gave me a long, sensual kiss. 

The earrings looked good on her, and combined with the sparkle in her eyes and the huge smile covering her entire face, she really looked attractive. We spent several hours wandering around more stores, and I don't think Jackie's feet touched the ground the entire time. 

We had seen everything there was to see, and were just ready to head back to the cottage, when we saw a sign for an island cruise the next day posted in a store window. Looking at each other, I asked if she was up for a boat trip. 

"Absolutely. Let's check it out." 

We went inside, and asked about details. The trip was on a small boat, would take the participants out to another small island where there would be a picnic lunch, then return. We also learned that this was billed as a nude cruise. I looked at Jackie and she at me. "Have you got the guts?"

"Have you??" 

After a minute of consideration, "I do if you do." 

We bought 2 tickets and got directions to the pier to catch the boat early next morning. Wondering just what I had gotten myself into, we drove back to the cottage and another dinner in the resort restaurant. 




Driving Jackie Ch. 02



***** 

Jackie had spent quite a few hours last night thanking me for my gift, more personal than the thanks she offered on the street yesterday. She was still high from the excitement and was in a great mood. We were tired, but it was a good tired, sleep wasn't the only thing to revive oneself. We each had a light breakfast of juice and pastry, neither wanting to have a full meal before going sailing. We arrived at the dock, and joined several others who were there waiting for the trip to start. Soon there were a couple dozen people waiting, and a very nice looking young woman came out to welcome us. She was quite attractive, with light brown hair that had been bleached by the sun. She was wearing white shorts and a light blue pullover shirt with the logo of the cruise company on the left breast. Everyone turned to face her as she started speaking. 

"My name is Devon. I am your tour director and I would like to welcome you to our nude cruise." 

I heard a woman's voice from the back, probably 2 octaves higher than it normally was, say "Our what cruise?!?!" 

Most of the people chuckled at her statement, and then Devon added "Sounds like someone didn't get all the details about this trip." 

More laughs, and I saw a woman near the back, her face red with embarrassment, giving her companion the evil eye. 

Devon continued, "I would like to get going soon, but there are a few things I need to explain first. We want you to have fun and enjoy the day, so follow these few rules and we can get started. First, for your own safety, remember that while the boat is underway, there will be rocking and the up and down of swells and waves. You can move around carefully, but there will be no horseplay, rough housing, or any fooling around on deck. We don't want anyone going overboard and then have to come rescue you." 

"Next, nothing goes over the side. The waters here are clean and we want them to stay that way. Whether you think something is innocent or not, it stays in the boat. Pretty simple so far, eh? Well, now for the biggies. The bar will be open shortly after we cast off, and will remain open for the rest of the cruise. Your liquor has been included with the price of the trip, so there is no limit, but I ask that you pace yourself. We reserve the right to cut anyone off who looks like he or she has had too much. If anyone gets belligerent or disorderly, they will be detained below deck and the authorities will remove you once we return. If necessary, we will cut the trip short to bring back particularly troublesome individuals. We want you to enjoy the cruise, but be aware that everyone might not share your enthusiasm for liquor, so just enjoy in moderation." 

"Finally, the last rule. This is a fun cruise, and the boat will not become a floating orgy. As with drink, not everyone wants to see an exhibition of more carnal pursuits. We will warn anyone who gets a little too frisky, but as with overdoing it, refer back to the previous warning. You too might find yourself detained below deck, and I can guarantee that you won't have fun if you are arrested and taken naked to the local jail." 

The mental image of that last warning caused several people to laugh, and all were in a good mood as Devon finished with her speech. Pointing to 2 men in the back, she introduced them as Bob and Felipe, the crew for today's journey. They almost looked like twins, each dressed in the same uniform Devon was wearing, although she filled out the shirt a heck of a lot nicer than either of the two. Their tans made George Hamilton look pasty and each had hair bleached almost white from the sun. Both wore dark glasses and gave a little nod as Devon introduced them. 

"OK, everyone follow me.", Devon announced as she moved through a door near the front of the open area we were standing in. Once inside, we found the small room was surrounded by lockers on the wall and had benches around the perimeter. 

"OK, this is where the rubber hits the road." Devon said with a laugh. "Strip down and put your belongings into a locker. Be sure to take the key with you, it has an elastic band that you can put around your wrist or ankle. Everything comes off, the only thing you can bring on board with you is a hat, sun glasses and sun block. No cell phones, no Ipods, no cigarettes. This last elicited some groans from some of those standing there. If anyone has anything special they need, let me know and we will see what we can do to accommodate you." 

There was some nervous laughing, and everyone kind of looked around at no one in particular. I am not sure what people were expecting, but perhaps separate locker rooms for each gender. Some started slowly removing shoes and sandals, a few men removed their shirts. No one wanted to be the first to show anything important, and the disrobing slowed to a crawl. Finally, Jackie and a couple of other women got the courage to remove their tops, and this was enough to break the ice. Soon everyone was standing there in birthday suit, checking out the others while trying not to look like that is what they were doing. 

The nervous laughter had diminished, and even a little casual conversation was starting. I saw the woman who had been surprised a few minutes earlier talking with a couple of the other women, her color returned to normal. I am not sure why she had been upset, maybe just shy or modest. Certainly she did not have anything to be embarrassed about as I checked her out. Nice, perky tits, narrow waist and flat stomach, nicely shaped ass -- she stacked up well against any of the other women I saw, even Jackie. Once people got over the initial feeling of being naked with others around, they started to loosen up and it did not take long for most if not all to relax and stop any discomforting thoughts. In truth, I had been somewhat apprehensive myself, although I would not admit that to anyone else. I thought that all the women might turn out to be supermodel wannabes, and that thought did excite me. I knew Jackie could hold her own against anyone, but I also worried that the other men on the cruise would be the Chippendales on their winter retreat. I think I am in pretty good shape, but there is always that little bit of doubt in the back of the mind. Once things settled down to more relaxed, I took a minute to take stock of those in the room. I did not see any supermodel or Chippendale types, though a few came close. I saw big tits, little tits, firm ones and saggy ones. There were beer bellies, love handles, big wieners and small ones and hairy asses. Pretty much a representative sample of people in general. 

Devon came back, still clothed (damn!) and seeing that all were ready, opened the door to the dock and led us out. We walked down the dock and up the gangway to the boat. Bob and Felipe were there to help us board, and since I assume they did this all the time, did not seem to be ogling any of the passengers as each came on board. The boat had chairs and lounges around the deck, and we were instructed to find a seat. The sea might be a little rough until we cleared the harbor and got out to deeper water. Jackie and I found a pair of empty lounges near the rear of the boat and sat down. The sun was shining brightly, and the flashes of light coming from Jackie's new earrings were amazing. She had not taken them out since putting them in yesterday, and I thought they made her look extremely sexy. Of course, the smile on her face and fact that she was totally naked probably had something to do with that. Everyone was seated, lines cast off and we soon started moving into open water. There were small swells but the sea looked quite smooth, providing a nice gentle rocking motion for the trip. Soon the island was barely more than a spot on the rear horizon as we sailed forward. Devon announced that the bar was open and there was a rush to get started on the party. 

I waited until the initial crush had lessened then went to get something for us. I passed by a group of people in the front of the boat, engaged in telling dirty jokes. The woman from earlier seemed embarrassed again, her face a deep red as the punch line was revealed. The bar choices were limited, bottled beer and wine coolers, soda and water for those who did not want liquor and Devon was mixing drinks. It was the tropics, and with only a limited amount of room for stock, she was doing pina coladas and mai tai's only. I got 2 pina coladas and returned to my seat. As I walked past the joke telling group on my way back, I saw the red faced woman telling her own joke that even made me blush a bit. I think she was going to have a good time despite her earlier misgivings. 

Jackie was lying back on the lounge, completely naked without an apparent care in the world. As I handed her the drink, I commented, "You know, you could have saved yourself a lot of money the other day." 

She looked up from behind her dark glasses, asking, "And how could I have done that?" 

"Well, you really did not need a suit for today, and you could have gotten by without the top yesterday, I think you bought too many clothes." 

Jackie laughed at the comment, "You might be right. Maybe I will just stay naked for the rest of the week, and then return the ones I don't wear." 

I raised my eyebrow and got a big grin on my face, "Now there is an idea worth considering!" 

We lay there for a while, just enjoying the breeze and the feeling of being almost alone out in the middle of the ocean. I looked around and saw the rest of the passengers engaged in light conversation, some asleep in the sun, others just gazing out onto the sea as I had been. I was watching Devon make a few last drinks for stragglers, her large breasts jiggling nicely under her shirt. I had hoped she too would be naked for the trip, but no such luck. I got the feeling that there were a few others who were disappointed by that fact too. The sun was climbing higher in the sky, not a cloud in sight, and soon the temperature was making me and most everyone else perspire. Those up front got the benefit of a nice head wind to cool them off, but those of us in back had to be content with more drinks. I made a trip to see Devon and returned with another round of pina coladas for Jackie and me. As I lay there feeling the heat of the sun, I was glad I had remembered to use some sunscreen. Jackie had covered me and I had done the same for her before we left the cottage. We had brought the bottle with us, and now I was wondering how long it would last. I wasn't too worried about my body burning too much, I could deal with a little sunburn if I had to. However, my main concern was of a more personal matter. I really did not want to come back from this trip with a sunburned Johnson, that would really suck. Having to remain celibate for the rest of the week would not be fun, for me or Jackie either. Also, I hoped that I had applied sufficient to Jackie's more private parts so that she did not suffer a similar fate to the one I was concerned about myself. She was lying on the lounge chair, eyes closed and just enjoying the feeling of the sun on her naked body. I assume if she did start to burn she would say something. 

The 2 hours we were on the water passed quickly. Soon, we saw land ahead and before much longer, the boat was tied up at a small dock. We all got off the boat and Devon gathered us beneath the shade of a couple palm trees. 

"We will be here for about 4 hours. Enjoy the island, you can swim, snorkel, wander around and generally do pretty much anything you want. Drinks will be available shortly; Bob and Felipe will bring supplies ashore. If you are not close by, I will give this horn a blast when the food is served, but it will be available as long as we are here. Have a good time and enjoy the afternoon." 

The island was small, maybe half a mile long and perhaps almost as wide. There were palm trees and undergrowth in the center, a wide beach extending down to the water. I looked at Jackie as if to say "What now?" 

She said that we needed to get into the water, the sun was hot and she wanted to cool off. No objection from me, I only suggested we move off from the dock a bit to find a little more privacy for ourselves. I didn't expect to be alone, but I wanted to get far enough away that we would not interfere with anyone else or they with us. We walked a few hundred yards down the beach, and then rushed into the water. It was almost the temperature of a warm bath, but after 2 hours in the sun, it felt great. We waded out far enough that we were covered up to our necks, just standing there letting the heat seep out of our bodies. After a few minutes of this, Jackie turned to me and gave me a big hug. 

"I wasn't really sure about this cruise, but now I am so glad we decided to come." 

I told her I had reservations of my own, but I too had enjoyed the trip so far. As we stood there hugging, Jackie started rubbing her tits across my chest, smiling up at me with an evil grin. 

"Didn't Devon say something about no sex?" I asked. 

"I remember something about no orgy on the boat, but we are not on the boat, and what they don't se won't hurt them. We can always go further down the beach to be out of sight." 

I felt my cock stir as we stood in the warm water, Jackie's tits rubbing back and forth across my chest. When she felt things moving down below, she jumped a bit and wrapped her legs around my waist, pressing her pussy against the rapidly hardening tool between my legs. Damn this felt good, but I thought it more prudent to put some distance between us and the others first. I conveyed my concerns to Jackie who agreed, so we parted. I needed a couple more minutes in the water to let the boner subside before we got out and again walked down the beach. As we walked, Jackie observed that the undergrowth was pretty thick maybe we should just go into the jungle and fuck there. Interesting idea, and as I toyed with it in my mind, I looked back at the boat and the people standing around. I did not see as many as I would have expected and wondered if others had the same thought, that maybe the jungle would be filled with other carnal activities. I did not say any of this to Jackie, just let her know I thought it a good idea, as long as we could find a private spot. She agreed, and then said, "I am not sure now. I think a session in the jungle would be really hot, but fucking in the ocean is just as hot." 

"OK, we will do both!" 

Jackie jumped with excitement, and picked up her pace to put more distance between us and any other fellow passengers. 

We walked further, and soon started rounding the end of the island, putting the boat and people behind us out of sight. Looking at me, Jackie just took my hand and led me into the undergrowth, working our way through the low bushes and vines. A couple hundred yards in we came into a small clearing that seemed totally isolated from the outside. Some little sun filtered in through the trees above, but the breeze was still and not a sound was heard but the calling of a single bird. Not even the waves washing up on the beach to our backs. 

"Perfect!" was Jackie's only comment. 

We lay down on a small patch of moss and soon were locked in a passionate embrace. Kissing and exploring each other's mouth with our tongues, we held the embrace for several minutes before parting and looking into the other's eyes. Before the music picked up and the sounds of waves crashing on the beach started, Jackie said, "I sure hope I don't get any sand into my pussy." 

I cracked up and said I guess that means I have to be on the bottom. 

"Where else?" 

Jackie rolled on top of me and we again explored each others body for a minute before switching positions, now face to crotch. I felt Jackie start to breathe warm air onto the tip of my penis then the tongue started flicking at the tip. I was enjoying the sensations, but soon let the feeling move out of my conscious mind and into the back as I concentrated my efforts on taking care of the perfect pussy that was inches above my mouth. We had been here many times before, and each knew what the other liked, but lying here on the ground, on an island in the middle of the ocean, without a care in the world was particularly exciting. We each felt the electricity, the thoughts of naughtiness, the pure carnal lust of the moment, and time stood still. I am not sure how long we sucked and licked, kissed and probed, but after a time, I felt the familiar tightening of Jackie's legs as they gripped my head, keeping my tongue in contact with her hard clit as she experienced a shattering orgasm. I continued to lick and suck, knowing how it made her crazy and at the same time, she enjoyed the effect it had on her. My own efforts to stave off my climax had become more practiced, and I wanted to save my own release for later, but not too much later. Jackie came back to earth slowly and soon relaxed her death grip on my head, allowing me to move again. I was stroking her back and rubbing the warm skin of her ass as she purred her contentment into my still rock hard cock. 

I rolled her off me, hearing small protests as she had to give up her oral grip on my cock. I knew she was not back to normal after her orgasm, but she would have to make allowances for that. I pulled her up to her knees, then turned her around and bent her over, face close to the mossy covering and ass in the air. I was behind her and she was looking over her shoulder at me as I approached with my stiff cock in hand. 

"We haven't done it like this for a while. Does my ass in the air excite you?" 

"I don't want you to get sand into that precious pussy." I joked. I have something more appropriate to put in. 

"And what would that be?" 

Lining up my cock with the entrance to her wet, swollen lips, I shoved in hard and she had her answer. Moaning with the feel and the fullness she felt within, I started stroking all the way in, then pulling most of the way back out. I started slowly, but soon the speed and force increased, bringing moans and whimpering sounds from Jackie's mouth. I was grunting my efforts as well, and we were pounding each other like a well oiled machine. Each time I shoved in, Jackie would push back. The sound our bodies made as I pulled back was almost a sucking sound as the wetness inside that pussy made a seal around my cock that would come out with a popping noise each time. We went on like this for indeterminate minutes, neither of us paying attention to the passage of time as we fucked here in our own little world. Too soon, at least in my opinion, I heard Jackie exclaim, "Fuck! I am coming. Fuck me, fuck me now! Give it to me, I need you shooting inside me. I want it so bad!" 

Her vocalizations always excited me, and her urgings usually had the desired effect of making me climax right along with her. I felt the stirrings in my loins, and the tightening of my balls let me know that there was about to be a launch of hot, viscous liquid coming out of my cock into the waiting pussy that now surrounded and milked at it. Jackie was moaning and trying to scream, still unable to force the sounds past her lips, instead making a primal inner growling that signaled her orgasm had arrived. She squeezed her vaginal muscles involuntarily around my cock, trying in vain to stop the pistoning force within her. I continued to push in and out, even as my rod was shooting jets of hot semen deep into her womb. Soon I was drained, in more ways than one, and stopped my pumping. I just leaned forward onto Jackie's back and held her tightly, rubbing her hanging tits casually as we each tried to regain our breath. I did not want to put my weight on her for too long, so soon we parted and just lay down next to each other, not saying anything for several minutes. 

The experience had been intense, and finally Jackie spoke, "that was fun! We will have to try it again sometime." 




Driving Jackie Ch. 02



I just looked at her in amazement, wondering where she had been all my life. Of course the deep philosophical questions were just the result of the flood of endorphins that had been released by our lovemaking. I am sure that this feeling would drift away in a short time. 

"Are you ready for a swim? Somehow, I am all sweaty and need to cool off.", I asked as I stood up. I took Jackie's hand and pulled her to her feet, and we headed back to the beach. The water looked inviting, and not a soul was in sight. If I did not know the boat and its occupants were around the bend, I would think we were the only people on the island. We splashed out into the water, laughing and jumping around like kids. We went further out, getting to the point where the water was almost up to our necks. It was warm enough to be refreshing without any discomfort, just like a warm bath at home. I ducked my head under for a minute to get the sand and moss out of my hair, Jackie not having this concern since she spent her time atop me. She laughed when I pointed this out, and said that had been her plan all along. 

Jackie put her arms around my neck and gave me a hug, kissing slowly. I pulled her closer, and soon we were kissing again, the passion of our earlier session revived. Jackie felt something poke her in the stomach, and grabbing my quickly stiffening cock, said "You can't be ready to go again. Is that all you guys think about?" 

"I can't speak for any other guys, but I think about it pretty regularly. And yes, I am ready to go again. I am not sure if it is the tropical island, the naked boat trip or the company that is making me extra horny, but I really think it is you!" 

Jackie looked into my eyes, pulled me even closer, and started grinding her crotch into mine. She was holding on so tightly, she was crushing my organ between us. I slowed her efforts enough to get a little relief for my cock, then aiming it home, I shoved it inside her again, and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I grabbed her ass cheeks and started pulling her onto then back off my cock. The buoyancy of the water made her feel like a feather in my arms, and we stayed in the water slowly fucking for at least another 30 minutes. Neither of us was aware of anything but the electric jolts that were coming from our joined crotches. This time there was a genuine crashing of the waves on the shore, we were only a short distance from the beach. We felt more than herd it, but the effect was the same. My cock was being squeezed inside the warm wetness of a hot pussy, and Jackie was being pumped like I was trying to get all the way inside. We stood there like that for several minutes afterward, not moving or speaking. I pulled out and Jackie let go with her legs, finally putting her feet back on the bottom. As we watched, several blobs of semen floated to the surface, squeezed out of Jackie's pussy as it had pushed my cock out earlier. We laughed, hugged once more, then turned to move out of the water and return to the rest of the group. 

As we looked at the shore in front of us, there was a single woman sitting there just watching. I looked at Jackie and she at me, and then we wondered aloud how long she had been there. Neither of us had noticed her before, but we were busy with other pursuits. Getting closer to the water's edge, I recognized her as the woman who had been embarrassed first thing this morning. She was watching as we came out of the water, and continued to sit as we walked up to her. 

"That was really hot. I got turned on just watching you." was her comment. 

"So, how long have you been here?" I asked. 

"Maybe 20 or 25 minutes. I kind of lost track of time." 

We had not really planned on an audience, and this was a bit awkward for me, and I assume for Jackie as well. However, the deed was done and there wasn't anything we could do, so we just let it be. 

I introduced first Jackie then myself. The woman said her name was Barbara, and she was on the trip with her husband Chuck, in the islands celebrating their fifth wedding anniversary. Jackie congratulated her and since she was still sitting cross legged on the sand, we both sat down as well to talk to her. 

"I wasn't sure you would be on the trip, you seemed a bit surprised at the dock this morning." I started. 

"I was more than a bit surprised. Chuck didn't say anything about a nude cruise, and I almost left, but did not want to look afraid to try something, especially in front of all those people." 

"Well, it looks as if you conquered your fear." Jackie interjected. 

"I guess, but I am still a bit apprehensive." 

Now it was my turn to comment, "You could have fooled me. You made it onto the boat, you didn't seem bothered sitting there in front of the others during the trip, and now here you are sitting naked in front of 2 people you don't know. I say you are doing pretty well. Besides, you don't have anything to be embarrassed about as far as I can see." 

I said the last before I really gave it much thought and it caused Barbara's face to flush, she seemed to have a low blush reflex, but I also saw a smile forming on her lips. Jackie picked up on what I had said, and started busting on me. 

"So, you have been checking out the other women. I thought you just told me I was the only one!" 

Not thinking before I answered, a bad habit I have sometimes, I gave back to Jackie the same type of playful banter she offered me. 

"I say a lot of things when I have my cock buried inside a wet pussy." trying not to smile as I said it. I also realized as soon as I said it, I did not really know how Barbara would take this kind of kidding between us, and started to regret my choice of words. 

Jackie looked at me then at Barbara, and I know she was thinking the same thoughts I was. Barbara, however, seemed more comfortable with us now, and just started to laugh. 

"Isn't that the truth? All they want from us is what we have between our legs!" 

We all laughed and the tension was gone. As I was thinking about what was between legs, I noticed that Barb was still sitting cross legged, directly in front of me. Her pussy was on display, the legs stretched wide. Her lips were pulled apart and she was showing what she had for anyone to see. I didn't want to stare, but it was hard not to. Barbara noticed where my eyes had traveled but did not make any attempt to shift her position. I think Jackie might have seen as well, but I did not want to look at her to confirm my suspicion. 

Trying to change the subject and reduce any chance I might end up sitting here staring at an inviting pussy with a growing boner, I asked, "So, where is your husband now?" 

"Get a few beers and a good meal into Chuck and he is out for 2 hours. He went back to the boat and just zonked out on one of the deck lounges. I really don't mind, he is a dear and takes good care of me. Besides, it gave me some alone time to just walk and think. And, it gave me a chance to see and meet you." 

She had emphasized the 'see' in her statement, and the sexual tension picked right back up after I tried to deflect the conversation away from it. I am not sure what she might have been angling for, but I wasn't going to take the bait if that was her intention. If I had not met Jackie, I would have jumped at the chance, but now I wasn't going to do anything to jeopardize our relationship. 

Trying another tack, I suggested that if Chuck had a full belly, the food must be served. Barb said they had brought it out an hour before, so I commented, "I would like to get something to eat." 

Jackie responded, "You just ate something not long ago." winking at Barbara. 

I couldn't believe it, here I was trying to be good and every time I steered the talk away from sex, the conversation took a U-turn right back. Jackie had been sitting on her knees and said that her foot was going to sleep, and she needed to get the circulation back into it. I thought this would lead to us returning, but once she stretched her foot and moved about a bit, she sat back down, this time right next to barb, directly across from me. And, she was sitting cross legged, just as Barb was doing. Now I had to very nice pussies displayed in front of me for my viewing pleasure. What were these 2 women trying to do to me? 

We continued to sit and talk, not making any attempt to head back to the others. I discovered that any chance I had to derail this conversation had disappeared a while ago. Each of the women would occasionally shift position, making the view change a bit as they alternately moved their legs further apart or shifted such that their lips would move up and down sliding across the other until they once again spread apart fully exposing the channel inside. I was wondering just where things were going. Finally, it was inevitable and it happened. Willie had been resting quietly for the past minutes, but soon he began to stir, and I knew it wasn't long until he would be at full mast. There wasn't anything I could do to hide it, and made no attempt. I think this was Barb and Jackie's intent from the beginning. 

Jackie started, "Does he want to come out and play?" 

Barbara picked up on the comment, "He was looking pretty lonely there for a while. I wasn't sure if he really liked me." 

Where was this going? As she had been speaking, Barb was rubbing her breasts and had managed to tweak the nipples to the point they were hard and pointing straight at me. Jackie watched with interest, looking first at Barb, then back at me. I wasn't sure what she was thinking, but I didn't think she would approve of me fucking another woman, especially if she was right there. By now my cock had reached full hardness, pointing upward toward the 2 women facing me. I also noticed that each open pussy was wetter than it had been only mere minutes ago, now glistening in the sun. 

"Poor baby, is there anything we can do for you?" Jackie asked, scooting over to sit beside me. Barbara then moved over to sit beside me on the other side. I wasn't sure where this was going, but didn't want to move. Here I was sitting between 2 beautiful, naked women on a deserted beach, and that was a real turn-on. As I was pondering the meaning of life, Jackie moved her hand to grasp my hard shaft, and started stroking me gently. Barb was watching with interest, keeping her eyes on the up and down motion in front of her. Jackie reached across me with her free hand and taking Barbs hand into her own, placed Barb's hand on my cock. I jumped at the touch, and then Jackie took her hand off as she let Barb feel me. Jackie put her hand on top of Barbs, and started pushing Barb's hand up and down on my rigid shaft. I'm not sure what turned me on more, the fact that 2 gorgeous naked women were jerking me off simultaneously, or that one was Jackie and the other a complete stranger. I watched in fascination as Jackie directed Barb's action, though I don't think Barb needed any help from the way she alternately squeezed and stroked. Both women were concentrating, Jackie watching my face and Barb watching the motion of her hand sliding up and down my cock. 

I had come twice already, and normally I would bet money that I could have held out almost forever but this stimulation was so hot I wasn't sure I was going to last more than a few minutes. Jackie took her hand off Barb's and turning to face me, started a passionate kiss, taking what little breath I had completely away. We kissed as Barb continued to jerk me off. I could see her hand moving up and down, and watched with interest as she closed her eyes to a narrow slit, focused only on the cock in her warm hand. Despite my earlier thoughts that I would not be able to hold out long, the anticipated release was slow in coming. Continuing to stroke, I watched Barbara look at the cock she held in her hand, then back at me. Before I knew what she planned, she pulled her hand away and quickly swallowed my entire organ into her warm mouth. I wasn't sure what to make of this, but the feeling was incredible. She was sliding her mouth up and down, and maintaining a suction that I swore would collapse my balls. I knew she was going to work to make me come, and perhaps took it as a personal challenge to do so. I was more than willing to allow her to succeed, but the feeling was so intense, I did not want it to end. 

Jackie had been unaware that barb was now blowing me, but soon realized things had changed. I had a worry in the back of my mind that this might have gotten too far out of hand, but it was Jackie who had started things when she had invited Barbara to help jerk me off. She stopped kissing me long enough to get a good look at what was going on with my cock, then pushing me down onto my back, straddled my face and settled her pussy onto my mouth. She was facing barb, not wanting to miss a single moment of the action. Unfortunately, for me at least, by sitting on my face in that manner, I could no longer see Barbara sucking my cock. I soon took advantage of the pussy in front of me and started licking and sucking in earnest. Jackie was humping and moaning, my tongue doing its best to bring her to yet another climax. I could only imagine what she was feeling as she watched me getting sucked off as I ate her to orgasm. I had learned to concentrate my efforts on the pussy above me and put my own feelings into the back of my mind. That is not to say I was not aware of the woman attempting to suck my tonsils out through my cock, but I tried to give all my attention to Jackie's pussy. Barb's efforts had come to fruition, I felt the surging in my balls, and I knew that my climax was going to happen now, nothing I or anyone else could do would stop it. Barb felt the tensing in my cock, and doubled her efforts to pull the gushing semen from it. She continued to suck with the force of an industrial vacuum, my cock giving up its contents without protest. 

Jackie had blown me many times before, but I never came in her mouth. Early on, she had offered to take me in her mouth, but said she really didn't like the taste of semen. I did not see any reason to ask her to do something unpleasant just to show me a symbolic gesture of her desire. Barb did not appear to have any such reservations about the taste as she finished sucking me, stopping to swallow the load, and then going back to her task as if she wanted to start over again. I am not sure what it was about that mouth action, but my cock remained rock hard even after my third orgasm of the afternoon, and I did not sense any diminishing of that hardness. After several more minutes of sucking, Barb lifted off my totally satisfied cock, and I thought I might get a rest. Then, even as I felt Jackie start to tense up above me, I felt her bend forward, assuming she might want to continue the action Barb had relinquished to her. She grasped my cock in both her hands, but instead of the warm mouth I expected, I felt my cock being directed into another orifice. Jackie was guiding my rigid member into Barb's pussy as she straddled my crotch. As I started to ponder this turn of events, Jackie squeezed my head between her thighs, and with a convulsive shudder, came with a growling moan and took all thought away from what was happening to my cock. After several minutes of remaining there frozen in place as I slowly continued my licking and sucking, Jackie rolled off to the side and rested against me. 

At this point, I was finally able to get a good look at Barbara and see what she was doing. Sitting atop my cock, she was jamming as if there was no tomorrow. Her nicely rounded tits were bouncing up and down with each stroke, and her eyes were closed in total concentration. I was suddenly brought back to the realization that Jackie was lying right next to me, and I was worried she might see this as something to interfere with our relationship. I did not want to do anything that would upset her, and now here I was fucking another woman as she watched. I turned to look at her face, and as she saw me look at her, she looked at my eyes, knowing without asking what I was thinking. She smiled gently, looking at Barb, then back at me, giving a single nod of her head, offering her permission for me to continue. 

Barbara was riding my cock like a bronco at the rodeo, her eyes closed and her muscles tight as she pumped up and down. As much as her mouth had done to vacuum my cock, her pussy was doing as much or even more to pull it as far into her as possible. While she did this, I took the time to reach up and grab a hold of her very nice tits. I tweaked the nipples and held on as she bucked in reaction to the added stimulation. I heard a low laugh from Jackie as she softly said, "You do have a thing for tits, don't you?" 

As we lay here on the deserted beach, Barbara and I fucking like wild animals, I had a sudden thought. I did not know her husband, had not spoken to him, and barely seen him on this trip. Yet, I knew he was an idiot! How could someone with a wife this hot, this sexy, this horny decide a nap in the sun was a better choice than taking is wife into the bushes and fucking her brains out, or maybe more likely, having her fuck his brains out? Still, I was the one who was getting fucked by her and I realized just how lucky I was and how much he was missing. At the same time, I was starting to feel a pang of guilt, a feeling of misgiving about what I was doing. I know that even as Jackie had shown me her support now, would there be some remorse, some regret later that might screw up what we had. I did not want to take that chance, but right now it was a bit too late for such concerns. Barb was almost pulling my cock out by the roots with each upward movement of her tight pussy. I knew or at least thought I did that I would not be able to produce any more semen for today's performance, but the feeling deep within my groin was going to prove me wrong one more time. I felt it well up into my cock, and as I was tensing for the impending explosion, Barb started on her own launch into orbit, shouting, "fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She did not share Jackie's inability to vocalize her climax instead screaming it to the world for all to hear. I swore that everyone on the boat would know exactly what we were doing here on the sand and come running to see if everything was OK. With the last of her shouts still echoing off the water, Barbara slumped on top of me, completely drained by the exertion and the feeling of pleasure she had just experienced. I held her close to me, slowly rubbing her back as she lay there trying to catch her breath. I looked at Jackie and was gladdened to see that she was smiling and that there did not seem to be any regrets. 

At this moment, time was only a word, one that had no meaning for the 3 of us. We realized that we should really start back, none of us had any idea of how long until the boat sailed. We had been talking and otherwise amusing ourselves here on the sand for some time, so headed into the water to rinse off the sand and perspiration. 

We walked into the water, moving in until we were chest deep. I took the opportunity to rinse the sand from myself, then unselfishly offered to make sure each of the women were totally clean of sand from the time on the beach. Jackie eyed me mischievously as I started rubbing their inner thighs and the treasure between, wondering out loud if I really had thoughts of catching the boat back to the island. Barbara laughed along with Jackie, but did moan and sigh with pleasure as I rubbed my hand between her legs a few times. A few more minutes passed and we started out of the water. 

I did make a commitment to myself and indirectly to Jackie, not to fuck another woman again and I wasn't going to take any chances that a moment of passion now might screw up my relationship with Jackie later. We walked arm in arm, me in the middle back to the others. Some watching grinned knowingly or gave me thumbs up further giving credence to my earlier thoughts that Barbara's screams of pleasure had been audible to all. Soon we found some food and fit back in with the rest of the group. Right about now, cold fried chicken, corn bread and fruit salad hit the spot, I needed to replenish lost energy. I also wondered if Barbara would be this wild later with her husband. As for this afternoon, Chuck did not have a clue what he had missed. 




Driving Jackie Ch. 03



"Are you sure you have my present?" I heard from the bedroom behind me as I carried my suitcase out to the car.

"Yes, dear," I replied pretending irritation, "I have checked 3 times this morning, and the box has been in the same place I put it last night each time." 

"Sorry, I just don't want you to forget it," Jackie answered as she followed me out with her own suitcase. 

The present she referred to was the pair of diamond earrings I had bought for her 2 weeks previously when we were on our island vacation. I had told her then to consider them a Christmas gift, and now that Christmas was only 2 days away, I had told her that they would need to be wrapped and placed under the tree to make them an official gift. Jackie had protested a bit, but in the end she relented. 

"I will feel naked without them." she had claimed.

"I remember you naked with them." I replied, "It will only be a couple of days." 

We were going to her parent's home in Wilmington for the Christmas holidays, and I told her that she would get the gift on Christmas morning. She would need to look sufficiently surprised when she opened the box in front of her parents. I was really just giving her a hard time, I knew she had not taken them out except for a couple of cleanings since the day I got them for her. She played along, but really did want to get them back into her ears as soon as possible. 

I had decided that I would go with her, not that I really had a choice. I did not let Jackie know that I had made the decision shortly after she first asked me, I let her 'convince' me with a few extra blow jobs, some quality time in the shower together, really just things we might do anyway, but it was all part of the game. My own parents had committed to spending Christmas in upstate New York with my sister and her family. I loved my family, but spending a week or more with the 7 of them while possibly snowbound was not something I looked forward to. I would catch up with them sometime in the near future, just like every other year. 

We finished loading the car, and got started. I was driving the challenger and was looking forward to a nice road trip. I had owned the car for almost 2 years, but with the first year dedicated to restoration and the next just local driving, this would be the first chance I had to get it out on the open road. The forecast had been for chilly temperatures, but mostly sunny conditions across the state. The 300 or so miles would take about 6 hours, so I decided to take the first shift behind the wheel, then Jackie would drive the final segment to her parents home. Once I cleared the town proper, the highway was lightly congested and I was able to pick up the pace. Coming to a long, straight section, I took a quick look around for local law enforcement, and then opened up the engine, giving those 3 carburetors the full benefit of cool air and fuel. The speed quickly passed the century mark and we were fast passing any few slower cars in the right lane. Jackie and I each enjoyed the feeling of power, and this was fun. Maybe that 6 hour estimate might be a bit much. 

I did decide that prudence dictated a more modest speed and we were back to 10 over the posted limit shortly. The ride was going well and we spent time talking about memories of Christmas past. Occasionally, a car would come up and the occupants would look, wave or give thumbs up as they checked out the car. Some would rev their engine, hoping for a speed contest, but those we ignored, choosing to obey the laws. About 4 hours into the trip, the gas tank and our own stomachs were getting empty, so we got off the highway and found a place to eat. Once the growling in our stomachs was satisfied, the car received its own fill, then Jackie took over driving duties and we continued on. I kidded that I did not mind more seat time, but Jackie told me any seat time for me would be on the passenger side. As we got closer to our destination, Jackie was more familiar with the roads that she had ridden on growing up, so perhaps it was good that she was driving. The lunch stop had added another hour to our estimate, and we arrived at her parent's home shortly before 4. 

Jackie pulled into the driveway and shut off the engine. We got out, stretched a bit, and then turned to face her parents who had come out to greet us when they saw us arrive. Jackie's father was a big man, not really tall, but solid and muscular. He owned a small construction company, and had spent most of his life outside doing physical labor. Her mother was shorter and petite, but Jackie told me not to let her size and appearance fool me, she was tough as nails and could swear like a truck driver if necessary. She did the bookkeeping and office duties for the construction company. Jackie gave her mother a hug, then her father before introducing me to Davis and Antoinette, Dave and Toni to their friends. Before she could speak, her father looked at the car and commented, "This doesn't look like that piece of crap you were driving last time you were here." 

Toni turned to him and said, "Don't start teasing her, Dave. You know how much she loves that car." 

Jackie piped up, "the car is in the garage, and Steve will be painting it in a few weeks." 

Her father looked at me, and then said, "So, you work in a body shop? Jackie said you were in computers." 

Jackie was ready to jump in and defend me, but before she could speak, and why I said it I don't know, I responded, "Actually, I'm a gigolo. Jackie just keeps me around as her boy toy." 

Dave cracked up at this, and Jackie stood there with a look on her face that said "I don't believe you just said that!" 

Toni again chastised her husband, "Dave, you shouldn't be teasing them" 

Dave responded "Me? He started it." 

With my rapier like wit, I countered, "Did not!" 

Her father stopped laughing long enough to answer "Did so!" 

We were both standing there laughing like crazy, Jackie trying to say something, but the words would not come out. Her mother moved next to her and putting her arm around Jackie's shoulder, said, "Jacqueline honey, you are in trouble. If he is this much like your father already, you are in big trouble!" She continued rubbing Jackie's shoulder, but with a big smile on her face. 

Soon things calmed down enough for Toni to suggest we get our things and go inside. My initial concern about meeting her parents had been that we might not get along until they knew me better, but that concern had disappeared now. Jackie had once again found the ability to speak, and was telling her parents about the trip and asking about goings on in their lives. As I brought our bags in, Toni directed me to put them into Jackie's old room, settling another concern we both had. One of my questions before agreeing to this trip had been sleeping arrangements. We had been living, and sleeping, together for about 5 months, but even Jackie wasn't sure how they would react, and would we have to sleep in separate bedrooms. Now the question was answered, and we could relax in that knowledge. Not sleeping together, whether sleeping or something more personal, neither of us liked being apart for any length of time. We really did not want to have to sneak around into each other's room at night if her parents separated us. 

After things had settled down, we sat in the living room to talk. The Christmas tree was decorated and there were some presents beneath it already. Toni plugged it in and the lights made a nice impression in the room as the outside light was fading fast. Dave asked us if we would like something to drink, and each chose a beer, as did he. Toni got herself a glass of apple cider and we talked about our lives for the next hour. By that time, we were getting hungry and the smell of food that had been cooking was starting to fill the house. Toni asked Jackie to help her in the kitchen, so I was left with Dave to keep me company. We did not have a lot in common to talk about, but found enough to keep things from getting too uncomfortable. Soon we were called to dinner, and went into the dining room to eat. 

Toni had cooked roast beef, mashed potatoes, rolls and various vegetables. Starting to eat, I discovered where Jackie had gotten her cooking talents, the food was really good. Our conversation had slowed as we ate, but I took the time to compliment Jackie's mother on an excellent meal. Jackie added her own congratulations, saying she had forgotten just how good home cooking could be. Toni beamed at the compliments, and told us to fill our plates again. I guess all mothers must feel obligated to have their children overeat. 

After coffee and some homemade apple pie, we again retired to the living room to talk for a bit. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve day but we had no particular plans. However, since we had been up early and on the road for a long time, Jackie and I decided to call it an early evening and excused ourselves for bed. Toni added that she and Jackie's father would not be far behind. 

Inside Jackie's childhood bedroom, we stripped down, me to my boxers and Jackie to the bikini panties she favored, then climbed into bed. The bed was a queen, slightly smaller than the king we had at home, but moving close together, we had plenty of room. Jackie whispered, "I think they like you!" 

"That takes a load off my mind." I kidded. 

"I really wanted them to like you. I was worried that they might think you were going to steal me away from them." 

"Me? If they are worried, I can let them have you back any time." making Jackie laugh. 

We heard them moving toward their own room and Jackie shushed me, saying that she didn't want them to hear us. Lying there quietly, I pulled Jackie up onto me, and then started kissing her. 

"What are you doing??" 

"The same thing we do every night. Have you forgotten so quickly?" 

"What if they hear us?" 

I answered, "I guess they have figured out we might be fooling around, we have been living together for a while now." 

Jackie seemed embarrassed, saying "I just don't want them to hear us doing it." 

"OK, don't make any noise!" I kissed her again, stifling any further objections. Jackie was still hesitant, but started to warm up as time passed and we didn't hear any more movement in the house. One of our concerns before coming here had been not being able to make love and that was something neither of us wanted to face. Now, Jackie was worrying that we might be found out. 

I had bounced on the bed a bit as we got in, and didn't hear any strange squeaks, so felt that some care would be needed, but no other reason not to have some fun existed. I scooted down until I could reach far enough to remove her panties and then turned to get my face into position to eat her pussy. I knew she still had some reservations, but as I started probing with my tongue, I felt them melt away. She was humping my face with her pussy, it had been a full 24 hours since we had done this. She had also removed my boxers and was putting her mouth to good use, drawing my cock into it and giving me a good feel of her tongue and lips. I pushed the pleasurable feelings of my cock into the back of my mind, a talent I had developed in order to give most of my attention to making Jackie feel every bit of her own pleasure. I started with small licks and kisses, moving my mouth over her entire pussy, and then closing in on the lips, then the clit. This was the spot that gave her the most sensitive stimulation, and I knew from experience that working that little bud would bring her off faster than anything else I could do. I really was not in a hurry, but I wanted to make her feel good, then once the initial sexual release had passed, we could fuck slowly and take our time. That was my plan, but things never seem to go the way one wants. 

Jackie was softly moaning and sighing, but I noticed she seemed to be holding back. I guessed she still had concerns about doing this with her parents in the next room. I wondered about her apprehensions, especially with some of the wilder things I had seen from her in the past months. This nervousness was making her climax take longer to arrive, although that might not be a bad thing. She was moaning as I continued my attention to her clit, my cock in her mouth helping to stifle the sounds of her pleasure. I worked on that hard clit for some time, and I was starting to wonder if she could actually come like this, worrying about mom and dad in the next room, although that concern did not seem to affect the way she was sucking my cock. 

After much longer than I would have expected, I felt the tensing of her legs around my head and knew her orgasm was on its way. I wasn't worried about her crying out, she had never been able to vocalize her pleasure with anything other than a primal, deep in the diaphragm scream that was almost soundless. I continued my attention to her clit as I felt the trembling in her body, and realized she had stopped sucking on me, but I was still firmly encased in that warm, wet mouth. I slowed my tongue action, moving more slowly and letting her climax run its course and then bring her slowly back to earth. She had started sucking again as soon as she found the energy, and I was just lying there feeling the touch of her tongue running up and down my rod. 

I pulled out of her mouth, a small sigh of protest as I removed my cock, then turned and got on top of her, preparing to enter. Jackie stopped me with "What are you doing?" They will certainly hear us." 

"What the hell?" You want to leave me here with an unsatisfied boner after I get you off?" 

Jackie thought a minute, and then offered, "Sorry. How about if you move up here, I will suck you off and you can come on my tits." 

It sounded like a good idea, but I couldn't see why that would be any different from pumping her pussy. I would be doing the same thing, just using another orifice. Well, finishing the blow job was better than nothing I thought as I moved into position. Jackie started with the tongue action right where she had left off, and soon I was pumping her face with abandon. I did try to contain my enthusiasm, not wanting to diminish her efforts with concerns that we might be making too much noise. I guess she started feeling guilty about almost leaving me hanging, she started sucking with enough suction I felt that she would draw the semen right out of me even if I did not climax. Soon, I stopped wondering if that would happen, I knew the end was in sight. I could feel the warm liquid quickly moving up my cock, still buried deep in Jackie's mouth. I knew she did not like the taste, and I also knew just how much she liked me coming all over her tits. I let her know the moment was near, and waiting until the last possible second, told her to grab hold and then my own climax was in full force as Jackie took my spurting cock and directed the hot jets first onto one tit then the other. She kept jacking me, milking every drop out and more. I could not take it much longer, but I had lost the ability to tell her that. Finally she let me go, and I dropped down onto the sticky wetness that covered her very nice breasts. Jackie asked if that was good enough, and I could only shake my head yes. She held me like that for a while, and then we parted, pulling our bodies apart that had become cemented together by my ejaculate. Sleep took over, and we both drifted off, tomorrow would be another day. 

*****

We awoke early, our normal 6 AM wake-up alarm now in our heads rather than on the table next to the bed. Jackie's parents were also early risers, we heard them moving around before we got out of bed. Jackie gave me a good morning kiss, and then again thanked me for agreeing to come with her for this visit. We needed showers, but separately. I am not sure how much hot water they had in this house, but Jackie was still nervous about showing any signs of sexual activity that her parents might pick up on. She took her shower first, and then I went in for mine. We dressed, and then went out to see what was for breakfast. Jackie had put on an old t-shirt and jeans, but I was still trying to impress, a little at least, so wore a button down shirt and khakis. Toni was working on a large pan full of bacon and eggs, but my eyes were drawn to the coffee brewing on the counter. I said I was first in line for a cup, and Jackie quickly claimed the second. The coffee finished shortly before the food, and we each had half a cup down by the time we got food on our plates. 

Toni asked if we had slept well, and Jackie jumped in almost immediately, "We slept like logs. I went out as soon as my head hit the pillow." 

I resisted the urge to call her a liar, but I just nodded in agreement. I saw her unobtrusively watching her mother for any signs she might have thought otherwise, but none was presented. Jackie appeared relieved at this, and soon we were eating and talking about plans for the day. Once again, the food was great and we left the table with our stomachs filled to capacity, Toni asking if we were sure we didn't want any more. 

Dave and Toni said they did not have any specific plans for today, so Jackie decided that she would take some time to show me around town, maybe stop to see an old friend or 2. We promised to be back before dinner, then Jackie took the keys and we headed out. 

Our first stop was the gas station. The car still had a bit under half a tank, but since today was Christmas Eve, I was unsure about getting gas later today or tomorrow if we needed to. Jackie pulled up to the pump and I got out to fill the tank. The young guy inside came out and whistling, said "Nice Car!" I thanked him for the compliment, but noticing his gaze, I realized that the car was a ploy to come out and get a better look at Jackie. She was still sitting in the car, checking her hair and make-up in the mirror, and did not notice the attention she was getting. I finished my task, and paid, getting into the car and smiling to myself as the station jockey looked sad to see us leave so soon. I had gotten used to the attention Jackie attracted, and it no longer bothered me that others checked her out. I knew she would come home to me each day, so a little jealousy wasn't doing anyone any good. 

Jackie drove around town, showing me the elementary school she attended, then the high school. We drove through the streets and saw the remnants of the last storm to hit, some of the buildings not yet repaired or torn down. I hadn't really thought about it, but located this close to the coast, storms were a real concern here. Jackie had not lived through a really bad one, but both her parents had been here for some pretty serious weather events. After a couple hours of rather random meandering, we ended up at the ocean. The weather today was nice, although cold. Still, the difference between what we watched in front of us now and what we had experienced several weeks earlier in the islands was quite dramatic. There the sea looked calm and inviting, here it was cold and foreboding. We just sat in the car for a while talking and reliving the island time. We left the beach and stopped for burgers and fries (must be a throwback to our original meeting) before heading back to Jackie's parents home. 

When we got back, the house was filled with the smell of freshly baked pumpkin pie and the sounds of Christmas carols from the stereo. I also noticed a few more gifts lying under the tree, but not expecting anything myself, didn't investigate who they might be for. Toni and Dave asked about our day, then we spent time reminiscing about holidays past. The rest of the afternoon passed quickly, and then Dave told us he was taking us out to dinner at an Italian restaurant owned by a good friend of his. Jackie went to change into something more appropriate for an evening out and we left for what ended up being a very nice dinner on Christmas Eve. Once dinner was done, Dave and Toni took us on a guided tour of some of the more decorated homes in town. 




Driving Jackie Ch. 03



Back in our room, getting ready for bed, Jackie once again asked me if I had her present, and I told her it was already under the tree. She smiled, and said she was just nervous about things, I was the first boyfriend (boyfriend?) she had brought home for more than just a cursory meet with her parents. I'm not sure what she had to be nervous about, but I let it go. I then told her she had to be good or Santa would not bring her anything tonight. 

In bed, Jackie was once again nervous about her parents hearing or knowing what we might be doing. I could understand her concern a little, but still, I was a horny young man and we were lying in bed almost naked and had not done any serious fucking for 2 days now. I could live with that if we were apart, but here we were in the same bed. I pulled Jackie up onto me and when she started to protest, I told her she would just have to be quiet, we both needed this. She did agree with me there, but wondered just how quiet we could be and still have our fun. 

I pulled her close, kissed her and started running my hands over her bare back and her ass, which was still panty covered. She was relaxing and soon her need for more physical contact emerged, as she started rubbing her crotch over my quickly hardening rod. I took the opportunity to relieve us both of our remaining clothes before resuming where we had paused. Jackie's apprehension had lessened some, but I could tell it was lurking in the back of her mind. It did not take too long before habit took over and the juices flowing from her pussy started to coat my cock, making entry easy. Jackie sat up and grabbing my stiff member, guided it into her wet pussy and slid down all the way. Soon she was sliding back and forth, just as we did virtually every night at home. I did not really notice anything obvious that would indicate what we were doing, the soft sound of sliding flesh and low moans did not carry beyond the room we were in. 

I let Jackie control the speed of our love making, letting my hands roam over her breasts and then down to the top of the pussy that was filled with my hot meat. I would rub a finger over the clit at the top of her channel, and then let my fingers brush the inside of her thighs. She was getting into it more and the soft moans were becoming increasingly frequent. I spent some time working on her tits, she knew my fascination with them well. The nipples quickly hardened in my hands, and when I pinched and pulled on them, the whimpering and moaning got louder. At this point, Jackie had pretty much forgotten her earlier concerns about the noise, but I didn't think we were being obvious enough to arouse any suspicion unless someone was specifically paying attention. That thought left my mind soon and I concentrated more on what was happening between our joined crotches. Jackie was alternately sliding up and down, and then rocking back and forth. I could feel the tenseness in her legs as I rubbed her thighs, I knew she was starting her climb to orgasm. Right about then, I felt her tense up completely, and the internal growling that signaled climax started deep within her body. I felt her vaginal muscles grip my cock tightly enough that the forward motion that had been occurring was stopped, and I grabbed her by the hips and forced myself deep into her spasming pussy. Holding my cock there as she came around it, I felt my own release forcing its way up my cock, then I was spraying hot jets of semen deep into that same pussy, bringing Jackie to yet another tremoring climax. I pulled her down on top of me, holding tight. When her breathing slowed and my own ability to speak returned, I whispered in her ear, "I think that qualifies as being good. I guess Santa will be here for you later tonight." 

Jackie laughed and sighed contentedly. We lay like that for a bit longer, my cock slowly deflating and sliding out of her with a wet plop. We rolled next to each other, holding the other and went to sleep, dreaming of Santa's visit that night. 

*****

6 o'clock Christmas morning came early, but our internal clocks made sleep difficult and once awake, Jackie was like a little kid. She knew what day it was and was certain Santa had been here to bring her some presents. Her first reaction was to rush out and see what was under the tree, but since we were both naked from our fun last night, that wasn't the best idea. Neither of us had brought a bathrobe, and going into the house in just underwear probably would not be appropriate either. We decided to dress quickly, both finding t-shirt and jeans before going out into the house. 

The tree lights were on and the gifts underneath it sparkled in the low light. I wondered if Jackie would dive in and start tearing off paper, but she harnessed her enthusiasm and waited for her parents to come out of their own room, which they soon did. I think Jackie was looking for permission to open gifts, but Toni said she needed coffee and I agreed with that sentiment. She went into the kitchen and got a pot started, and then came back and asked if we wanted to eat first or check out the presents. I wasn't really expecting anything, but I knew how excited Jackie was to see what she might get, and I knew she wanted to show off the earrings I had gotten her. Everyone looked at Jackie and she said the heck with breakfast, let's get started. We sat down, Jackie and me on one couch, her mom and dad on the other couch opposite us. Toni acted as traffic cop, handing gifts to us one at a time. I know Jackie was anxious to get her gift from me, but the first box she got was from her parents. As excited as she was, I expected her to rip the paper to shreds, but she took her time and removed it carefully and set it aside. She opened the box and pulled out a nice sweater that she held up in front of her to show everyone. Her mother then gave her father an envelope from Jackie, and he opened it to find tickets to the NASCAR race later in the spring. He had a big smile on his face, and thanked Jackie profusely. 

Things continued like this for a bit, each person getting some trinket or other. I know Jackie was getting impatient to get her gift from me, and finally her mother came to it and handed it over. I had told Jackie that she would have to look suitably surprised, acting as though she had not seen them before today. I think it was an effort for her to remove the paper from the box carefully, but she managed to do so, and then opened the box. 

"Oh my god, look at these!" she said with an excited gasp. 

She turned the box so her parents could see inside, and then almost jumped onto my lap to give me a big hug and kiss. Of course, the thanks wasn't anywhere near what she had shown me after she got the earrings originally, but that kind of thanks probably would not be appropriate in public. Her mother reached for the box to get a better look and was suitably impressed. I think women have some inherited ability to know just how good various gemstones are. 

"They're beautiful, Jackie! Now I will know where to go to borrow something if your father ever takes me somewhere I need to dress up nice." " She showed them to Dave who added his compliment to Toni's, but then replied, "Hey, I took you to that bowling banquet just last week." Toni rolled her eyes at this, but smiled at her husband at the same time. 

Jackie asked her mother to hand back the box, she said she wanted to put them in to see how they looked. She had a big smile on her face, and I knew she had been waiting patiently so she could get them back in her ears. I also knew she was humoring me when I said that she would need to have a present under the tree from me. I took the box Toni handed over and gave it to Jackie. She took the little fabric covered piece that the earrings were attached to out of the box to remove the backs when something fell out and dangled under the card. I heard a gasp come from Jackie as she took a look at the object that was attached to the bottom of the earrings by a short piece of ribbon. It was a diamond ring that matched the other diamonds and Jackie sat there with a stunned look on her face, not moving or making a sound. I saw Dave and Toni look at each other, then at me. Jackie still did not react and I wondered if maybe I should not have sprung it on her like this. I know, I am a closet romantic, but maybe this was a bit much. I wanted to surprise her, and this certainly seemed to be a surprise. Jackie was still staring at the ring, when her father piped up, "Better say yes, you might never have anyone else ask you." 

"Dave! Give her a chance. Can't you tell she doesn't know what to say." 

I didn't know what to say either, I just assumed Jackie would say yes and things would go on as normal. Silly me, assuming something about women. 

We were all looking at Jackie, the next move was hers. She slowly removed the ring from the ribbon, and placed it on her finger. I had guessed at the size, but evidently I guessed pretty well, it fit perfectly. She had the biggest smile on her face I had ever seen, and she kissed me with more passion than I had seen from her in some time. I had to pull us apart, I think her parents were starting to get embarrassed after a couple of minutes. Her eyes were sparkling and her features were glowing, and I said softly, "You forgot to put the earrings in." 

Dave and Toni cracked up, and Jackie smiled as well. She still had not said a word, but I knew that would not last long. All thoughts of presents were forgotten for the moment, and Jackie just stared at the ring on her finger. 

Toni came over and took a good look at it as well. She told me I had good taste, the ring was elegant yet simple. That brought Jackie out of her reverie, saying that she knew I had good taste, I had chosen her. I wasn't sure that I had chosen her as much as she had chosen me those many months ago, but regardless of how it happened, we were together now. 

My decision to ask her to marry me, well maybe not ask directly, was not something I took lightly, but was an easy decision to make. We had become good friends soon after meeting and developed a level of comfort between us. That comfort was something that we did not need to force or work at, it just happened. Soon we became lovers then more. We each felt that we would rather be together than apart and my business trips that separated us for days at a time would make the return all the more anticipated. We each knew that after a week apart, the first night back together would be a marathon fuck fest, neither of us getting any sleep. We had made commitments to each other 3 weeks ago, even as we talked about the events that had precipitated the discussion. Even as I was lying on the beach fucking another woman as Jackie watched, I knew I shouldn't be doing it. The fact it was a married woman, in retrospect, was probably also wrong, but that act had made me certain that Jackie was the only one for me. 

Toni brought me back to reality, saying she would get some breakfast going, the remaining presents under the tree would wait. Jackie was still quiet, looking first at the ring then at me. I knew she wanted to talk to me alone, but that would have to wait for later. I went into the kitchen to fill her coffee and my own, and then got out of Toni's way, letting her cook up a huge feast of pancakes, sausage and juice. The excitement had muted a bit, but there was still that hint of something special in the air as we ate. Jackie still had a smile on her face that would not come off, and I saw Dave and Toni giving each other looks from time to time. I guess they wanted to talk among themselves just as Jackie wanted to talk to me alone. I put any thoughts of concern out of my mind and concentrated on enjoying breakfast. 

After we finished eating, Jackie helped her mother to clean up and I went back into the living room with her father. He took this time to talk to me man to man, something I had anticipated, but wasn't sure exactly what to expect. Dave hesitated a bit also, I guess this was the first time he had to talk to a man who wanted to marry his daughter. We worked through it, though and in the end our talk wasn't as bad as either of us was worried it might be. He said that even though he did not really know me, Toni had told him that Jackie seemed happier than she had ever been since meeting me. He hoped I would take care of her and I assured him that was certainly my intention. I wondered if Jackie and her mother were having much the same conversation in the kitchen as we spoke out here. After a couple more minutes of seriousness, the talk lightened up and we started talking about the upcoming race Dave would be attending. He was a NASCAR fan (wasn't everyone in North Carolina?)And had been completely surprised by the gift. Jackie hadn't told me in advance what she had brought for her parents, so I was surprised as well. We made small talk for a while until the women came out and rejoined us. 

Jackie sat next to me, and still had that 'I can't believe you did this to me' look on her face. Still, the smile had not disappeared one bit and I could see just how happy she was. My earlier concern about the appropriateness of giving her the ring in this way had disappeared. The few unopened gifts remained for now, they would only be an anticlimax to the mornings event. 

Morning had turned into afternoon and Toni put another pot of coffee on, although Dave pulled out his stash of personally doctored eggnog, something with a bit more kick than any I had enjoyed in the past. Toni had been working on dinner and it soon started to fill the house with the odors of all the holiday favorites I remembered from my own youth. I made the obligatory call to my own parents to wish them Merry Christmas, hearing that there was an additional 15 inches of snow on the ground since yesterday. That news only served to confirm my own decision not to spend the holidays in the snow belt with them and my sister's family. Mom asked if I got anything good and I said I had gotten a new fiancé, but not much else. The comment almost went over her head, and then I heard a scream for my father to come to the phone. 

"Did you say what I thought I heard you say?" was the next statement from her. 

"Yes, you heard right. I asked her to marry me and she said yes." 

I heard her relaying the news to my father and in turn to my sister or whomever else was within shouting distance. She had a thousand questions, but her last comment before handing the phone over to my father was "Well, now maybe I will get a grandchild!" 

I told her that she was getting ahead of herself, and besides, my sister had already given her 3. Evidently, right now, that did not count. I spoke to my father for a few minutes, followed by my sister. I said I would call them in a few days once things had settled down and answer any questions I could. They had never met Jackie, and I had only told them bits and pieces about her, so all were anxious to find out more. 

Dinner was great, Toni had cooked another memorable meal. I certainly ate too much, and was not the only one. We finished the meal with the pumpkin pie that Toni had baked yesterday, topped with a huge mound of freshly whipped cream. As I sat slumped in my chair sipping a cup of coffee, I doubted my ability to get up and walk into the other room. I did manage to find the strength, and we all moved to the living room where Dave did his best to embarrass his daughter by bringing out all the old photo albums with her as a child. I was having a good time looking at the progression of Jackie from a young child to an attractive adult, but each new picture brought another cringe from Jackie. I think her father was doing it on purpose, and the more she protested, the more pictures he seemed to find. Mercifully, he eventually ran out and we all decided to call it a night. 

Once we got into the bedroom, Jackie wasn't going to be denied. She grabbed me and kissed like she was going to suck the breath out of my body. I held her tightly, returning the passion she was offering. After minutes like this, she broke the kiss and started talking and saying all the things that she had not been able to put together earlier today. 

"I can't believe you did this. How long did you plan this? Why didn't you say anything before? Are you really sure?? Oh my God, this is such a shock." 

I knew the answer without asking, but still had to needle her one last time before I got serious, "You know, you still have not said yes." 

"Are you fucking crazy? Of course I will marry you. Do you really have to ask?" was her quick reply. 

I just smiled and hugged her to me again. I then started taking off her clothes, and soon we were naked and ready for bed. I pulled down the covers and we got in, and then turned off the lights. Jackie got on top of me right away and started humping my cock almost before it felt the pressure from her pussy sliding across it. She was going to town, moving faster and increasing the pressure with each movement. I warned her to be careful, she was going to make some noise if she continued with this action. Your parents might get the idea that something is going on in here.

"Like I haven't heard them doing it in their room before! Besides, I really don't care who hears or knows what we are doing, I'm going to ride you into next week!" 

I liked the sound of that, and with any concern that others might know what we were up to gone, I threw caution to the wind and started humping back with equal vigor. The bed springs didn't squeak nor was the bed close enough to the wall for the headboard to start hitting it, but the sounds of our bodies rubbing and slapping each other were louder than they had been the previous 2 nights. 

I had missed our no holds barred fucking the past nights due to Jackie's worry her parents might hear us, but now I was going to enjoy the pleasure of her body as she was enjoying mine. I did have to moderate her excitement a little, I wasn't sure some of her more vocal encouragements to mi might be embarrassing to them, or to us the next day. I pulled her on top of me, grabbing a tit in each hand before they were crushed between our straining bodies and started working the firm flesh in my hands, giving the nipples a good bit of extra attention. I busied my mouth working on Jackie's lips and tongue, not wanting her to shout out anything she might regret later. I made a valiant effort to swallow that tongue, but it fought back, giving me a challenge that I was unable to win, although I did my best. Jackie's thrusts had become stronger, and I knew we both wanted to get some cock to pussy contact going. I slowed her humping by grasping her nice ass cheeks and slowing her down, then pushed up on her hips, to let her know I was ready for insertion. With a well practiced move, Jackie lifted up just long enough to allow my stiff rod to penetrate her pussy lips then she jammed herself down all the way. 

This was not going to be one of our long, slow, intimate love making sessions. This was an animalistic fuck, fast and hard. Jackie was sliding up and down with fervor, and I was ramming back just as forcefully. I had missed the pure lust this kind of action provided, and knew that any thought of making things last would be futile. We were going to crash into each other like a couple of locomotives heading toward each other on the same track. Jackie had given up any attempt to speak, the groans and moans from within her were the only sounds she could make. I, on the other hand, was mute by choice, my balls were already feeling the semen within starting to boil up for that first blast into the hot pussy that awaited my load. We both wanted, no needed, this and it was coming on right now. I was going to blow, and I grabbed the ass that was ramming up and down on my cock, holding it in place as I felt first one, then many more shots of hot come erupting from my dick head and filling Jackie's waiting pussy, and at the same time, knew her moment had arrived. We lay there like that, immobile but for the spurting and jerking of my cock and the tremors gripping Jackie's body, now tense and wet with perspiration. 




Driving Jackie Ch. 03



Several minutes passed before either of us was able to do anything but gasp for breath and continue to feel the slight tremors that were still racking Jackie's body. My cock had stopped its spurting, but continued to be hard inside her pussy, not wanting to be released from the feel of the tight muscles that held it in place. Sweat was dripping from Jackie's body onto mine as we lay there, a reminder of the effort she had put into our pleasure. Her perspiration joined with mine as it rolled off my body to land on the sheets beneath us. With the first words she had actually spoken since we really started humping in earnest, Jackie insisted, "You are still hard. Do me again!" 

Rolling us over, and keeping my hard cock firmly planted in the pussy that waited for it, I got on top and started to slowly pull out, then push back in as we worked to find our rhythm. We had done this enough times to be comfortable with each other, but I was reminded that even when we first started sleeping together, we found a comfort that seemed well practiced. 

I was working her pussy, intending a long, slow fuck to carry us through the night. Jackie, however, was not content to take time, she urged me to fuck harder and faster. She was humping up to meet my thrusts, and was grunting with each movement. The little whimpers and sighs of earlier were replaced by more raw vocalizations, both exciting and lusty. I gave a passing thought to what her parents might be hearing in the next room, but the thoughts in my brain were soon replaced by the calls of my other head to forget reason and just fill the pussy as Jackie was begging me to do. Wonder which head won out. 

Jackie had wrapped her legs around my ass and was pulling me in further with each thrust. She wanted it and demanded that I give it to her. I was shoving in as hard as I could pound her wet pussy, moving faster and working up to a second climax much sooner than I would have ever expected. I felt the familiar tensing and knew it was time. I could feel my own climax starting from deep within my body, but I wanted Jackie to get there first and feel me shooting into her as she was peaking. I had lost any thought of sensation other than my cock, but just as Jackie started to tense and become immobile, she bit down on my shoulder hard enough to draw my attention away from my cock, but not for long. She had drawn blood, something I would not notice until later, but now I was only aware of my own release, continuing to pour multiple shots of hot semen into the already filled pussy beneath me. 

When we finally came back to earth after the second intense orgasm in the last hour, both of us were hot and sweaty, and both were satisfied. Of course, that satisfaction would need to be renewed every few hours to remain complete. I felt the pain in my shoulder about the same time Jackie said something was dripping onto her cheek. I ran my hand over the sore spot and found a wet, sticky substance, and realized it was blood. I turned on the bedside lamp and Jackie took a look at what she had done, then started laughing. "I guess I really got into it, didn't I?" 

The bite mark was a bit sore, but soon stopped bleeding. It was weird, but in a strange way, I was amazed that something like that could happen and I not even feel it until the high of the sex had returned to normal. I turned out the light, and we soon fell asleep, drained from the sex and happy from the day's events. 

The next day was pretty uninteresting, at least to me. Jackie and her mother took the time to pass the word and Dave and I tried to stay out of it. The last of the unopened gifts had been distributed and the day did pass pretty quickly. Jackie and I spent that night as we had the previous, enjoying some damn good sex, and I think, but wasn't sure, that Dave and Toni might have been a bit jealous of what had been going on in our room each night. Neither said anything, but I saw some looks that made me wonder. We were going to be leaving the next day, so got up early to get started. 

We had our suitcases packed and in the car and were saying goodbye to Dave and Toni. They were sad to see us go, but we had things to do back home, and both Jackie and I could only spend so much time in the old homestead before we got anxious to be home in our own bed. Jackie hugged both her parents, and then I got a hug from Toni and a kiss on the cheek. Dave shook my hand and offered a few parting words. As we got into the car, Jackie asked what her father had been saying to me. 

"He told me to be sure to take good care of you." I answered her question. 

Jackie smiled and said "that's so nice of him." 

"He also said that I had better be sure, there were no refunds or exchanges." I laughed. 

"You are kidding about that, right?" 

"Well, he is your father. What do you think?" 

"Yeah, knowing him, he probably did." Jackie answered but with a smile. 

"He also told me that he knows you can't wear out a pussy, but maybe we should pace ourselves a little." I needled. 

"Now I know you are full of shit. He wouldn't say that." 

"Are you sure? You know him better than I and we did get pretty active the past 2 nights." 

Jackie looked at her father, her eyes getting big as he just grinned and waved goodbye to us as we pulled out of the driveway. Her face was beet red as I started off down the street. 

We made it home without problem, and had the next few days to ourselves. Jackie did not have to be back at work until after the New Year, and I had no commitments for 2 weeks after that. None of our friends here in town found out about our engagement, not because we did not want them to know, but because we did not get out of the bedroom much for the next few days. When we found time, we were in the garage working on Jackie's car, she had decided it needed to get finished so she could show her father it was not a piece of crap. I guess she took his kidding a bit too personally, but we enjoyed working together and the car was getting done. 

*****

The next few months went by rather quickly. Jackie had decided she did not want to wait to get married but at the same time, wanted the traditional church wedding with all the frills. This required some compromise, so the wedding was set for late March. Our mothers met over the phone and got along well from the beginning. My own father talked with Dave, and by some unspoken agreement, each decided to stay out of the planning, something I wish I could have done myself. Neither of us had much in the way of extended family, so we decided to stay here in town, most of those we would invite were local, and our immediate families would be the only ones coming from out of town. While I missed Jackie when I was out of town on business, I found that there were some benefits to being several states away from the planning. It did not take me long to realize that weddings were not meant for the bride and groom, but for the mothers of the bride and groom. However, one of the advantages of having the wedding here was that they were limited in the number of their own friends and colleagues who would be willing and able to travel to a wedding. Jackie and I had our own friends we wanted to invite, but soon things were getting out of hand. We decided that we would have to limit the number of guests at the wedding and reception to a smaller number, and then we would host a general reception later for our more extended car and work 'family'. I ended up staying out of most of the planning, and fortunately, things went without problem and the day soon arrived. 

Jackie and I had spent the evening before the big day at the cruise night at the burger restaurant where we had first met. We spent time with many of our friends, receiving the usual kidding about getting out before it was too late. We took it in good fun and got sincere congratulations from all present. Late that evening, home in bed, we were spending time as we usually did, Jackie riding my cock and talking about the next day. 

"Are you still sure about this?" Jackie asked.

"Well, it is a big deal. I hope I have the guts to go through with it." I couldn't keep a straight face, and Jackie smacked me on the chest in mock irritation, adding, "This is your last chance to get out. After tomorrow, you are mine for good." 

I just smiled as I reached over and turned out the light. 

"Don't tell me you are ready to go to sleep." 

"Not at all, it is just that I understand it is bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, so tonight we will have to fuck in the dark." 

Laughing, Jackie said she could do that. We were married the next day, the last Saturday in March.

We had our reception in a banquet room in a local restaurant and had invited about 75 people. Our families had actually met in person only 2 days before, so this was a chance for them to get to meet and bond with one another. Our mothers had gotten to be great friends over the distance during the planning, so spent much time talking in person. My father and Dave found enough in common to get along, spending more time at the bar than their spouses. Other friends enjoyed the good times and the party. We had invited the owner of the burger joint where we met, it was only logical. He had offered to supersize everyone's fries if we had let him cater the reception, but the mothers quashed that idea. Jackie had tracked down Barbara and her husband Chuck, the idiot, living in Atlanta. She told Jackie that Chuck wondered why they had been invited, he did not remember us from the trip we took together. Perhaps if we had been naked he might have, but I don't think so. Barb had told him she and Jackie had met and clicked together and had kept in touch. It was nice to see her again, but there was no chance anything like what had occurred last time would again. They congratulated us, Chuck still a bit confused and Barbara giving us that knowing smile. 

We would have spent all day Sunday in bed, but we needed to spend time with the families, we would be flying out tomorrow for a week in Kansas City. I know, Kansas City is probably not the first place one thinks about for a honeymoon, but it was where we first spent serious time together and became lovers. We thought it would be nice to go back and relive some of the things we did that first week together. 

I took some of my frequent flyer miles, I had the total back over a million again, and reserved 2 first class tickets to KC. We were at the airport early, catching the shuttle to Atlanta, then the flight to Kansas City. I noticed that Jackie was wearing the same flower print blouse and light green skirt she had worn the first day of our trip. We would be staying in the same hotel, but I wasn't sentimental enough to expect to stay in the same room. However, if we did end up in that room by coincidence, you would be able to find me by looking for the nearest lottery ticket vendor. We arrived and got a rental car to take us to the hotel. We checked in and not surprisingly, did not get the same room. The weather here, 2 months earlier than last time, was cool and we needed coats to be warm as we wandered around the area. Nothing had changed as far as I could tell, but it was nice to be here with Jackie, my last trip had been business for me. 

We walked to the same steakhouse restaurant for dinner and had one of their very good, if not very overpriced dinners. This time Jackie did not worry about the cost and we enjoyed the meal and the company. The sun had set and the temperature was cooler as we walked back to the hotel, so we did not linger on the streets. Back in the room, we were ready to get this honeymoon off to a good start. I watched Jackie take off her blouse, bra and skirt just as I had the first night. She was wearing all the same clothes and looked just as nice as she had that night. I was soon down to my boxers and we were ready for bed. The lights went out and this room was just as quiet and dark as the other had been. 

We had been here before, so there was no hesitation, no uncertainty. Still, we started slowly and worked our way up to the passion we knew was coming. The day had been nice, but we each knew this was what we had been waiting for and now was the time. We reached for each other simultaneously and soon were in a passionate embrace, kissing and hugging like the first time. The underwear we climbed into bed with disappeared, almost without conscious effort. I broke the lip lock Jackie had on my mouth, and moving down, gave her breasts the time and attention they deserved. Jackie smiled and laughed softly between moans, saying that I was still infatuated with tits. I couldn't argue, I loved the look, the feel and the taste, so spent some time licking and sucking the nipples into my mouth until they were hard and standing at attention. Jackie continued to moan and sigh with each flick of my tongue, and I remained there for longer than I might have, my instinct to go further south held temporarily at bay. I divided my time between each hard nipple, alternately sucking and biting, grabbing the hard end with my teeth and pulling until Jackie would wince in pain. I did not want to hurt her, but she would insist I do it again as soon as I released my grip, pushing my face back into her breast. Once my tit need had been satisfied, I started to slide down further, but Jackie told me that I had better turn around, she needed something to do with her own mouth if I expected to eat her pussy for any length of time. 

I changed position with Jackie lying on top of me, her face over my stiff cock and my face under the pussy that was dripping juices onto it. I probed with my tongue and soon found the spot that would offer Jackie the most sensation and would bring her to her peak soon. At the same time, she was sucking my cock deep, and as she moved her lips first down then up, returned my attention to her nipples by dragging her teeth up my shaft, pulling the tip hard with her teeth. She had been the one who introduced me to this sensation, and it still excited me as much as anything else we did. It was almost painful, but stopping just short of that point, the feeling was indescribable. I jumped at the first touch of her teeth, just as I did every time she did me this way. She had learned that she was not hurting me, only that my reflexes were quite sensitive to teeth pulling my cock head. We each kissed and sucked, licking and probing, working up to a higher level of arousal. We had not said anything, but we each knew that this was only teasing, our actual climax would come from the more carnal insertion of my hard cock into the pussy I was readying to accept it. 

We knew the time was right, and turning to face each other, I moved into position between her legs and readied myself to enter. In the dark I could not see what Jackie was doing, but as I moved closer, I felt her lower legs against my chest and smiled to myself, knowing this was the way we fucked the first time together. I pushed in with a mighty thrust, and just as quickly, Jackie pushed back with her legs, attempting to force me away. It was a game, and it required each of us to work hard to get what we wanted. I had to push back to maintain my cock inside that pussy, but each move on my part was countered by an opposite move on Jackie's part. She knew I wanted to be inside, and she wanted me inside, but this required me to work hard to show her just how much I wanted that hot pussy. I was grunting, and Jackie started baiting me, which only served to make me want it more.

"Come on, are you really trying? I know you want this pussy, why don't you show me how much. Give me that hard cock, I need it. I want you to fuck me and show me just how much you want to be inside. How can you fill me up if you can't even get it in?" 

I knew the game well, and I also knew I would not be denied. I pushed back with more effort and shoved my cock as deep as it would go. Jackie pushed back, and I held her body as tightly to myself as I could, using my arms to gain leverage for my cock. We moved like that for long minutes, me stroking in and Jackie pushing back. We were both panting and moaning with the effort, my sweat running down my face and chest, dripping onto Jackie's body. I could feel the effort and after a while I knew I was gaining the upper hand, my insides were starting that familiar feeling with my semen boiling up inside my loins. Jackie had been grunting back with each thrust, making me want it all the more. She urged me on, not slowing her challenges, "give it to me. Get that cock into my pussy, I need it inside me. Keep it there, you know you want it. Don't give up now, you are almost there. Come on, fuck me, fuck me hard like you mean it!" 

I didn't need the extra encouragement, but I was really turned on by it. I could sense Jackie was getting close herself, her words were getting more strained as she urged me on. I felt the tensing in her as she started to rise to her peak, and I doubled my efforts, pushing harder and faster than ever. She tried to keep me out, but could not fight me any longer. I jammed my cock inside as far as I could get it and with her inner muscles squeezing my shaft they completely surrounded, I was shooting inside her with what felt like the hardest orgasm I ever had. I could feel each shot pump up through my cock and then blast out into the womb beneath me, filling the void with hot, wet semen. Jackie had become rigid with her own climax and as I heard and felt her inner growling start, I was totally shocked to hear her scream of pleasure. Never before had she been able to vocalize beyond a primal scream deep within her body. She screamed again as another tremor racked her body, and I could only hold on and help her ride it out. She found the energy to wrap her legs around my waist as she continued to twitch and convulse with the feelings. We held each other like that for more long minutes before either could speak. 

I started kissing her slowly and easily, just wanting to feel the closeness of her next to me. I thought about what had just happened and the surprising expression of her climax. Jackie still had not said anything, and was trying to regain her composure. Although I did not say anything, I knew deep inside that we had just conceived a child. Jackie later told me she knew as well, but neither of us said anything for the moment. I moved a bit, and Jackie spoke her first words, saying that this was the way it started and she wanted to hold onto me again. I knew what she meant, so rolled us over, keeping my still hard cock deep inside her pussy. She was glowing and sighed contentedly as I played with her hair, rubbing my hands over her back and warm ass. I too remembered how we had started and knew that Jackie would soon be asleep in my arms. She was not any heavier lying on me now than she had been the first time we made love in this hotel, and soon she was sleeping atop me. I softly kissed her on the forehead and soon was sleeping myself. 

The first time we had done this, I woke several hours later with my semi hard cock still inside her, Jackie sleeping and keeping me warm and wet as she did so. This time, I did not wake in the middle of the night to find myself still inside, I slept through the night and awoke the next morning. I was, however, pleasantly surprised to find that I was still inside her pussy, still hard and still horny. Jackie had not awakened last time, I selfishly used my muscle control to stimulate my cock to an orgasm without her assistance. Today, that would not happen. I could tell Jackie was sleeping peacefully, but I knew she would wake soon, especially if I started thrusting up into her pussy, something I began doing now. As I suspected she would, Jackie opened her eyes shortly after I started my movements and looking at me, said, "Are you still inside from last night?" 




Driving Jackie Ch. 03



"Do you think I would leave this tight pussy by choice? Of course I am still inside, and I plan to take full advantage of it." 

Jackie grinned and pushing herself up off me, positioned herself so that she was sitting astride my tool and we started the slow, easy rocking that would eventually lead to another explosive climax. We both knew it would come, but there was no hurry this morning, we took our time and made the feelings last for almost 2 hours. Afterward, we spent time in the shower testing the capacity of the hot water, something we found we could not exhaust in an hour of trying. After dressing and a bit more fooling around, we made it to the restaurant for a late lunch. 

We spent the next 3 days seeing some of the sights, enjoying each other's company and fucking each other's brains out. Although we had been living together for 8 months now, we did not ever tire of being with the other, either in bed or otherwise. I would say the being in bed was better, but it wasn't better, it was just another part of our life together. We were sorry to leave the city here, but we had to get back to our regular lives. I had clients I needed to work with and Jackie had to get back to her job. She had gotten a promotion to managing supervisor just before the wedding. This position made her manager of the other supervisors in the company, second only to the lab director. She had asked that the promotion not be announced until she returned, and her boss had agreed. Now she would again be learning a new job, but one she was confident she could master. It would require more hours and more responsibility, but was a big promotion and meant a lot to her. She would also give up working in the lab, so with the suspected pregnancy, she would not be exposed to possible toxins. 

We returned Friday afternoon, and that evening made it to the burger cruise. This was the night we had arranged to provide a less formal setting for those friends who were not able to attend our actual wedding reception. The owner had opened his place to all comers, and the food was free for anyone who attended. We were expecting a few more than the usual Friday night crowd, but could not believe the number of people who were there to greet us as we got out of Jackie's Chevelle. I had finished the restoration, and it was better than new. The night was a bit cool, but we had decided to show up in style, dropping the top before we drove to the event. The crowd gave us a rousing cheer as we pulled in, and I would guess there were at least 300 cars parked around the establishment. We wondered aloud to each other who all these people were, but as the evening passed, we found very few we did not know or recognize from earlier events. I got congratulations from most of the guys and the women all crowded around Jackie, asking about her gown, the wedding and wanting to see her ring. I guess things never change. 

*****

In mid May, Jackie informed me she was officially pregnant, at least according to the home test kit she used. We had each known she was but this confirmed it. I realized Jackie had known when I thought back and remembered that she had given up beer and wine for Coke and sweet tea when we were still in KC. I had not given it much thought at the time, but now I saw the connection. Jackie had the test confirmed by a real doctor, and her due date was early next year. We were both happy, but our mothers were ecstatic to hear the news. We each were content to let things happen in their own time, but the grandmothers to be said we needed to be prepared. We weren't sure what they meant by that, but left them to their own devices. We also decided to pass on the opportunity to know the child's gender, we wanted to be surprised. 

The summer was approaching and our lives fell into the normal routine we knew. I was still traveling and Jackie was working, although fewer hours since she had become adjusted to the new position. We still missed each other when I was gone, and still made the most of the time we were together. Friday nights would find us at the cruise if I was in town and Jackie would go alone if I was out of town. The car hobby still called us both, and Jackie would be happy to help me in the garage whenever I needed her assistance. Of course, not all time in the garage was spent working on a vehicle. More than once we would find ourselves naked and engaged in lusty activities, often ending in a call for pizza with Jackie sitting in the office topless as I talked to the delivery guy. 

We had not said anything about Jackie's condition to anyone but family, but by the end of the summer, it was pretty obvious to anyone but the densest that her stomach was getting larger. Again, the guys at the cruise night gave me thumbs up, winking and smiling knowingly, while the women crowded around Jackie cooing and asking about how she was feeling. Fortunately, Jackie had not been bothered by morning sickness, nor had the hormonal changes she was experiencing resulted in any serious mood swings. So far, she was feeling good and her happiness was contagious. I was looking forward to a change in my life, and would have to get a few things in order to be ready. I decided I wanted to be around for my child's life, so traveling often would not work well for that. I started gearing down my business, instead offering remote maintenance and problem solving rather than the custom applications that required me to make in person visits to client sites. I interviewed for a position as a database developer with a local company, but when they looked at my background, they offered me a job as manager of their database application development team. The company did consulting, but mostly problem solving and emergency services. They had wanted to expand to more specialized applications, and coincidentally had thought of database solutions shortly before I interviewed. With the new job, I would be home most of the time and the salary, although not quite as much as I had made with my own business, wasn't a significant cut and had the potential to grow nicely. Jackie was thinking about taking a leave of absence for a year after the birth, so we had things to plan for. 

The summer had ended, and time was moving toward the end of the year. Fortunately, things were changing slowly, and we didn't have any really unexpected issues to deal with. Jackie had not been afflicted with any of the more serious problems some women have during pregnancy. She had not gained a lot of weight and still had most of her energy, though she was starting to tire more easily as time progressed. She didn't have any of the strange cravings that one hears about. She did seem to want more sex. I didn't complain about that one, and did my best to fulfill her needs. As she was getting bigger, we did have to get more creative, though. We still took time each night to go for a cock ride and we became closer than ever. Jackie would delight in teasing me, saying things like "Bet you never thought you would be spending time fucking a fat lady!" or "How does it feel to be sticking it in a pregnant woman's pussy?" 

I just laughed and kept sticking it in, hoping our child wouldn't hate me later in life for all the poking that was happening each night. 

*****

As December approached, I asked Jackie if she might want to go away for a quick trip, I knew once the birth happened, our lives would change and any chance of getting away together would be far into the future. She liked the idea, and sentimental fool that I am, suggested we go back to the Caribbean island we had visited last year. Since we both enjoyed the last trip, the decision was an easy one. We would go the first week in December, a bit more than a month before Jackie's due date. I made the arrangements and all was set. 

We would be spending the next week in the islands, leaving on Sunday and coming back the following Saturday. The Friday before we were to leave, I took the afternoon off and was in the bank around lunch time. I was standing off to the side arranging some of my receipts when I felt a hand on my arm and heard a sexy woman's voice behind me, "Hello there stranger." 

I turned to see who it was, and looked straight into a pair of sultry, dark eyes that drew me in. I knew immediately who the woman was, although I had never heard her voice or knew her name. I did, however, know her body intimately, having seen it on display to me in a store dressing room last year. She smiled at the recognition in my eyes, and I took a second to look at her face, then down further to check out the breasts that had been the targets of my fascination at that time. I know I shouldn't have done that, but I could not help it. The woman saw me look, and her smile got bigger. I forced myself to look her in the eyes, and greeted her properly, "Hello, Yes it has been a while. How are you?" 

She took my offered hand, and pulled me closer, giving me a hug and a kiss to the cheek. The hug was perhaps longer than necessary, but not so long as to look inappropriate in public. It did, however, give her a chance to press her very large breasts hard into my chest, something we both enjoyed. 

I introduced myself as Steve and found that she was Sofia. Sofia was one of the sexiest women I had ever seen, and as we stood there making small talk, she drew the attention of every man in the place. I think that if every other woman in that building had been naked, men would still give their full attention to her. Remembering my manners, I asked if she might join me for lunch, I wanted to talk to her for a bit. I knew that I had no plans to pursue her but still the feeling I got from being with such a woman was exciting. She agreed, and we walked a few doors down to a tavern style restaurant and got a table. I felt every eye in the place looking at us, Sofia getting the sexual stares and me the envious looks that came from being with her. I wonder how she coped with this type of attention, I don't think she could avoid it if she tried. 

We sat and talked of this and that, nothing too serious. She had been born in Greece and come to this country with her parents at 6. I had been right when I pegged her ancestry as Mediterranean. Soon she asked about Jackie, although she did not know her name. They had talked briefly in that same store and then Jackie and I had left for our own shopping. 

"So, how is your friend?" 

Answering, I said, "Jackie is my friend, my lover, and now is my wife." 

Sofia got a big smile, and asked how long we had been married. 

"8 months now." I replied. 

"Well, I guess she found a way to take care of you then." referring to a conversation the two of them had before they parted. 

Kidding back, I answered, "I guess she did. You are not going to try to take me away from her, are you?" 

Sofia got a gleam in her eyes, a smile forming on her lips, "Well, it would be fun to try." 

Blatantly flirting now, "I bet it would be fun to let you try." 

We each smiled at this, and our friendly conversation continued until the food arrived. We ate slowly, the Sea Bass entrée very good. As the waiter took our plates, he asked if we would like anything else and Sofia asked for a cognac. I'm not much into hard liquor, but figured why not and told him to make it 2. We sat sipping our drinks for a while longer, just enjoying small talk. I had no regrets about my relationship with Jackie, but did wonder just how things might be if I had met this woman before Jackie. I let that thought go quickly, I did not need to worry about what might have been, I was happy with my life the way it was. Just before leaving, Sofia said that she would like to see Jackie again sometime, and perhaps the 3 of us could get together. I thought back to the first time, and remembered that Jackie had gotten a kick out of the circumstances then teased me mercilessly about what had happened. I told Sofia we were going away again in a few days, just as we had last year. A thought came to mind, and a plan was hatched. 

When Jackie got home later that afternoon, I had to plant the seed in her mind, I did not want her to think it was my idea. I spoke of clothes for the coming trip and bathing suits and just let the conversation go where it would. I did not have to direct things too much before Jackie decided that maybe she would have to get a few things to go away with after all. The trip to the mall was then set for the morning. Just as I knew they would, things fell into place. 

We drove to the mall Saturday morning, parking and walking into the back where the boutique that specialized in women's intimate apparel was located. Jackie was walking a bit more slowly now that she was carrying an extra 30 pounds, but her excitement and energy helped to make up for that extra baggage. We entered the store and Jackie went first to the maternity section. I was with her, but some of the apparel there was a bit strange for me. The store wasn't very crowded so I did not have women watching me examine some of the garments, but I decided the best plan was to just follow Jackie and hold onto whatever she handed me. Soon I was carrying a few items that would need to be tried on, so we headed for the dressing room. It was just as I remembered it, several individual cubicles inside the main dressing room, each with a door for privacy. Jackie went into the first cubicle to start her task of trying on various items, and then closed the door behind her. I looked down the row of cubicles and saw a hanger on the knob of one of the doors. That was our prearranged signal, and after giving Jackie a minute or 2 to get started, I knocked softly on the other door and Sofia came out. She was naked but for the red thong she wore and I was taken back to the show she put on for me last year. The only difference here was that she was right in front of me, not in the mirror the way she did it previously. 

She came to the cubicle Jackie was in, and I opened the door, catching Jackie naked except for the small pair of bikini panties that were the only kind she was able to wear with the bulging belly. Sofia walked in and her eyes got big when she saw Jackie's condition. She smiled and said, "I guess you found a way to hang on to him." 

Jackie looked confused for a moment, then recognition dawned and she smiled and looked at me with a knowing grin. The women hugged each other although Jackie's belly made that task a bit more difficult than it might ordinarily be. I just stood back and took in the sight of 2 beautiful, nearly naked women here in front of me. 

Jackie was the first to speak to me, saying, "Well, are my pregnant tits bigger than hers now?" 

I blushed a bit, as Sofia looked at me, then down at her own large breasts next to Jackie's set. Jackie had a good sized breast before pregnancy, large enough for a good handful and a bit more. Now, however, they had more than doubled in size, the nipples elongating. The previously firm, minimally sagging tits were now heavy and lying supported by the swell of her belly. I knew they would soon be engorged with milk, and that was another experience I was awaiting. Knowing those large breasts would soon be feeding our child was something I was looking forward to watching. 

Sofia moved next to Jackie, and placed her arm around Jackie's waist. Jackie put her arm around Sofia's shoulders and they stood there side by side, giving me a comparison. Hip to hip and tit to tit, I took my time and just enjoyed the view. 

Sofia reached over and hefted one of Jackie's tits in her hand, saying "these are definitely bigger than mine. I take it he likes looking at big tits?" 

Jackie answered, "Looking, feeling and tasting too! I had to get them big enough for both babies." 

Sofia looked surprised, "Twins???" 

Jackie laughed, saying, "No twins, just 2 babies...one bigger and hornier than the other." 

They looked at me and I could only shrug my shoulders and grin, "what can I say. I like tits." 

The 2 women spent the next 2 hours helping each other try on various items of clothing. Jackie tried on a couple of nursing bras then Sofia gave the same ones a try, finding them too big for her and confirming her earlier pronouncement that Jackie now had the bigger breasts. Jackie tried some of the alleged maternity bathing attire, and we all decided they were made by Omar the tent maker and did nothing to flatter a pregnant woman. In the end, Jackie found a few undergarments and a bikini style swim suit that was probably the best of the worst. She said she was truly happy about the baby, but lamented the fact that her body did not have the same look and feel it used to. I reassured her that it would again in time, and we had to wrap up the fitting room reunion. Jackie and Sofia gave each other a hug and kiss, promising to get together after things settled down in a few months. Sofia then gave me a big hug and kiss, this time a bare chest hug that lasted longer than one would expect for casual friends. I wasn't complaining and Jackie was softly laughing as I basked in the embrace, feeling those wonderful tits pressed into my chest. Too soon for me, Sofia broke her hug and went back to her cubicle to retrieve her clothes. We walked out together and Jackie paid for her purchases. The morning's shopping trip had been a success, and even though I normally dread shopping with a woman, this time I did not mind. 

At home that night, lying in bed and sitting on my crotch, Jackie asked about the morning's events. 

"You really enjoyed that, didn't you? 2 sets of huge tits in front of you, and you just stood there with a stupid grin on your face the entire time." 

"What can I say? You know how I feel about women's tits." as I was busy fondling hers and gently pulling the nipples. 

Jackie moaned a bit, her nipples had become very sensitive now that they had grown longer and fatter. Even without stimulation, they stuck out and gave her the look of constant arousal under her shirt unless she took steps to wear something that concealed them. I continued to play, stroking and lightly pinching, eliciting soft sighs and moans from Jackie as she was sliding her quickly lubricating pussy over my hard cock. If her belly had not prevented it, I would have pulled her down on top of me to get my mouth around one of those nipples, but such was the state of her body. However, if those breasts got a tiny bit larger, they might be big enough to reach me without Jackie bending down. They were huge and I explored every centimeter of her flesh. 

Tiring more easily now in this stage of her pregnancy, Jackie could not maintain the sliding on her own, so I started pushing up into her hard, stroking my cock into and out of her pussy, working to bring her to orgasm. Her nipples were not the only part of her anatomy to become more sensitive, her clit did not need nearly as much stimulation before she was moaning her pleasure, her vaginal muscles contracting around my stiff cock with each stroke. I grabbed her hips, forcing her onto my cock, helping to take some of the effort from her while keeping contact between us. I knew it would not be long before her climax, and with her newly altered hormonal makeup, she would come long and hard, as many times as I would continue to stimulate her sensitive clit and pussy lips. I wanted her to feel everything for as long as she wanted, and even longer. I would sometimes continue to tease her even as she begged me to stop, but as she rode the orgasm express yet another time, she would tell me to keep going. When I did stop and allow her to come down, she was totally drained, but happy and told me so often. We would part and then quickly go to sleep, me trying to hold her from behind, but her size making that difficult sometimes. 

*****

We woke early the next morning, both anxious to get going. Jackie was concerned about getting through the airport in her condition, but we had found that fat, pregnant ladies usually got special consideration wherever they went. Today was no exception, and we were soon boarded and headed south. The routine was familiar, and before too much longer, we were checked into the same resort where we had stayed last year. Sunday afternoon was spent sitting around the resort pool, drinking and soaking up the sun. Of course, Jackie's drinks were made without liquor, so she could enjoy the taste but not have any ill effects for the baby. Several of the female guests came up and did the maternal thing that happens whenever a pregnant woman is around.




Driving Jackie Ch. 03



We had a quiet dinner and an early night. Tomorrow, we would try the beach and let the rest of the day happen as it may. 

We got to the beach about 9 and were among the first there. Soon more would be coming, but for now we found a good spot and set up on our large towels. It had been a year since we were in the islands and it took a bit of courage the first time but we both stripped down to birthday suits and lay there soaking up the sun. We were not the only ones there without bathing attire, though few were completely naked. Many of the women preferred to go topless. Jackie was, however, the only pregnant woman on the beach and she did get some attention, though nothing too overt. We alternated between soaking up the sun and going into the water to cool off every so often. As more people moved to the beach, we got more attention, though neither of us was bothered by the looks. We packed up about lunch time and headed back to our cottage to get a quick shower off then went to town for lunch and a little shopping. 

It did not take long for Jackie to zero in on the jewelry store we had patronized last time we were here. I guess there is just something about flashy baubles and women. The 2 sales persons in the store were the same ones from last year and they remembered us. The woman who had sold me the earrings I got Jackie commented to me as she noticed Jackie's condition that she must have liked my present and thanked me profusely, adding a wink. Jackie wasn't sure what she wanted, but that did not stop her from looking at everything. I knew this might take a while, so just tried to be patient and stay out of any real decision making if Jackie could not decide between 2 different pieces. 

We had been in the store for more than an hour, and still no decision. I wasn't sure what Jackie was looking for, she really wasn't a jewelry person. She pretty much always wore the diamond earrings I had gotten her, and had the diamond ring, now accompanied by her wedding ring. Even the diamond and sapphire ring she bought here last year was only worn on special occasions. My own taste in women's jewelry ran to classy and elegant, not the flashy, gaudy stuff too many women want to try today. After waiting for some sign the shopping had become fruitful, I suggested she look at a piece I had seen in one of the rear cases. It was a simple diamond heart choker, not flashy and it would go with the other diamonds she wore regularly. Jackie put aside the selection she was trying to narrow down and came back to look at my suggestion. When she saw it, her reaction was a huge smile and "that's the one!" I know she might be humoring me, but the reaction was so quick and spontaneous that I felt confident her words were from the heart. The clerk offered to wrap it, but Jackie would not hear it, she was wearing it and that was that. The diamonds looked good on her and she was smiling as we left the store. I told her that if we kept coming to this island, I would go broke pretty soon. Jackie laughed and said there were reasons to come here other than buying diamonds and that she would thank me personally later this evening. I told her I would hold her to that promise. 

Walking down the street, we again saw the sign advertising the nude cruise. Well, the sign didn't say anything about nude, but since we had taken the trip last year, we knew the details. I again asked Jackie if she wanted to go, and since we had already been naked on the beach, spending time with a group of naked passengers on a boat would not be a big deal. The tickets were purchased, although the clerk in the store gave Jackie an inquisitive look, and we had tomorrow's itinerary planned. 

Back in our room for the evening, Jackie had a promise to keep and I was going to make sure she did. That wasn't really a concern, I knew she would have taken care of me with or without any new jewelry. We left the light on, I still enjoyed looking at her face as we made love, I liked to see what her reactions were to my attention to her and how she showed her own concentration as she pleased me. Tonight, she was naked in front of me, wearing only the diamonds that accentuated her beauty and the very large breasts and stomach bulge that came from being pregnant. As I mentioned earlier, we had to be creative at this point. The stomach got in the way of things and I did not want to hurt her by asking her to do anything too crazy. She still sucked my cock regularly, and I would eat her pussy, but doing it at the same time just did not work any more. Neither did the old standby missionary position, so tonight we started with me sitting on the bed and Jackie kneeling in front of me, my cock deep in her wet mouth. She would slide her mouth up and down, using her tongue and teeth to get me to the point of climax, then slow down to let me relax before starting again. I was enjoying the attention to my tool, and was massaging her swollen and sensitive breasts as she did this. I liked the feel and so did Jackie, they needed to be rubbed more often now that they were so large and getting bigger each day. I flicked the nipples easily, and Jackie was moaning around my cock as she continued to suck. I was expecting to have her bring me to the edge, let it go further, then come all over her tits, something she liked to do regularly. Tonight, however, she had other plans and would not allow me to come, just teasing me with her tongue and smiling seductively as I begged her to keep going without the periodic stops that prevented my climax. 

When I was sufficiently excited, and I had been that way for the past 20 minutes, she stopped and getting on the bed, told me to get behind her and enter her from the rear. This was the only way we really could get any cock to pussy contact any more and I readily agreed, my cock dripping with anticipation. Jackie was ready for me, my stimulation of her breasts had been enough to get that pussy hot and wet, ready to go. I was horny enough to shove it in hard and fast, but remembering to take her condition into account, slowed my stroke down so she could adjust to it as I entered. I was ready to shoot right away, the teasing had been torture, but I slowed enough to regain some control, I wanted to take my time and Make sure Jackie got to her orgasm as well as I knew I would. 

It didn't take Jackie long to start showing me that she was enjoying the action between her legs. She was moaning and sighing with pleasure, then she started urging me along, and I was more than happy to comply. 

"Give it to me! I want that cock in me. You know you want to fill me up. You did before and look at what you did to me. My belly is full of your baby, my tits are so big they are ready to burst. You know you are turned on by this. Fuck my pussy, show me how bad you want it." 

I did want it and loved the feeling I got, both the sensation of a hot wet pussy and the excitement her urgings gave to me. I stroked in faster and harder, the extra padding on her ass making a slapping sound as my pelvis slammed into it. I was holding her hips and forcing my cock inside then would move my hands around to the sides of her belly and could feel movement within. The muscle spasms she was feeling in her pussy were giving the baby new sensations and the child inside was reacting to that stimulation. I was both amazed and excited, so doubled my efforts to get Jackie to the climax she was looking for. I wanted to feel the movements within her belly as she came, hoping that I would be able to concentrate as I suspected I would be coming soon as well. I let Jackie know I could feel the baby move, and this seemed to excite her too. 

"Tell me what you feel, is my belly moving? Can you feel kicking? Oh my God, I am going to come! Give it to me. Make us both feel it. Make my pussy hotter with your juices. Come on now, fill me up. Come with me now!" 

Those words were her last as she reached her point of no return. The feeling of my cock inside her brought her to the edge and beyond, her trembling and shuddering soon changing to a convulsion that tightened all her muscles to the point that she was now immobile and unable to do more than moan from deep within her chest. Her pussy spasmed and clamped my cock tightly, and as I continued to feel kicking in her stomach beneath my hands, I lost my own ability to control my body, coming long and deep inside the pussy that was milking my cock without mercy. 

After a minute to regain my senses, I slowly pulled out and allowed Jackie to lie down and take the strain off her back. She was smiling and looking at me, asked, "So did you really feel the baby moving as I was coming?" 

"I did, but once I started coming myself I wasn't able to give that feeling my attention." 

She laughed and we lay there, both of us rubbing and stroking her stomach which brought an occasional move and kick from the baby within. I moved my hands from her belly to her breasts, softly playing with the large nipples, but Jackie moved my hands away. 

"If you keep that up, you will have to screw me again, and I think that both the baby and I will need our sleep for tomorrow. I had to agree, so kissed her good night. 

The next morning we were waiting for the cruise to begin. As people arrived, we got a few strange looks, but after spending time naked on the beach yesterday, we weren't bothered by what others might think. We had done this before, and soon Devon came to give her spiel to all about what to expect and what the rules would be. Soon, in the locker room, the assembled group was nervous about disrobing in front of others, but this time Jackie started getting undressed right away, as did I, and soon all were naked together. I saw some getting a good look at Jackie's naked body, but with the other women I saw there, I was confident that a number of the men had seen a pregnant woman before. Stretch marks and paunchy lower stomachs gave me an indication of which women were already mothers. Jackie got special attention from Bob and Felipe getting into the boat, I guess they did not want her to fall and hurt herself. Once on board, we found lounge chairs in the back and prepared for the ride to the island. Much like last time, everyone soon became more comfortable about being naked in a group and the ride was pleasant and without issue. 

Once we disembarked onto the island, Jackie and I had thoughts of finding our special spot in the undergrowth to have another go at hot sex under the trees, but Jackie was getting more tired and walking that far was probably not a good idea. We went down the beach a bit, then into the water. The buoyancy of the water took much of the weight off Jackie's back and we spent a good deal of time just holding each other as we let the waves drift in around us. I kidded with Jackie that I missed having Barbara with us, and she said she bet I missed her. Getting more serious, she asked, "Would you really want her to be with us? Would you do her again if you had the chance?" 

I realized this was the hormones talking more than logic, but answered truthfully, "I enjoy her company, but you are the only one I will be doing from now on." This made Jackie happy and she gave me a big hug and kiss. We went back to the dock and found a spot to sit down and got some food. We watched as the others wandered around, lying on the beach or going into the water. Some did seem to disappear for a bit, and we had our suspicions about what they might be doing. Soon enough it was time to head back, and we just lay back relaxing in the sun. The rest of the week was much the same, we spent a lot of time at the beach sunning and swimming in the warm water. We enjoyed the time together, relaxing now, the future would be much more hectic for each of us.  

*****

Our son, David Steven, was born on January 11 weighing in at 7 pounds and 12 ounces. He is happy and healthy, as is his mother. Jackie was fortunate that the pregnancy had not been too tough on her, and the labor was also relatively easy, only little more than an hour. I was there for the birth, and it was an amazing experience. Both of our mothers came to stay for a couple of weeks following the birth, telling us that we would need the help. I am not sure just how true that was, but their maternal instincts just seemed to need the presence of a child to mother. Jackie turned out to be a natural at motherhood, and was in her glory taking care of our son. Once the grandmothers had left and things got into a routine, we each got time to get to know our son. Spending time with both in bed, David nursing on one tit and me on the other, was the most natural feeling in the world. Good thing Jackie's breasts had gotten so big, that little guy could sure drink some milk and I wasn't going to give him any of mine. Jackie could mother both of us and we became a family during that time. The only problem was the 8 weeks that the doctor said we would have to wait to resume vaginal sex! What do doctors know anyway? Come on March!



Driving Jackie Ch. 04



Author's note: I would like to thank those of you who have read my other stories, particularly those who have provided comment and feedback. 

As a result of some feedback, I have written this final chapter to the "Driving Jackie" series. Several people commented that the earlier chapters did not have any drama and thus were not reflective of real life. I don't agree that all real life has to be dramatic, but I gave the matter a lot of thought before deciding to try to add more to the story. Writing it also took more time than I expected. 

I hope you enjoy this chapter. Be advised, the tone of this is considerably different from that of the first 3 chapters. Again, comments are welcome. 

*****

Jackie was lying atop me as my cock was buried deep within her mouth, the tongue and teeth giving it a good working over. I was also using my tongue to good advantage, flicking it rapidly over her hard clit and making her moan in pleasure. I could vaguely see the beginnings of dawn coming in around the edges of the bedroom curtains, morning arriving early here in mid June. I brought my concentration back to the pussy I was eating, not wanting to get distracted from my task. We both enjoyed the play and each knew that this was only the first course, so to speak. Once each was sufficiently warmed up enough, we would get down to some serious fucking. 

Jackie was moaning quietly, we did not want any disturbances. Both of us knew that making too much noise might bring our presence to the attention of someone who possibly would interfere with our intimate moment. I could feel her legs tensing around my head, the moment of her climax getting closer. I knew what to do to bring her to this point, and once there, she would revel in an orgasm that would cause her entire body to convulse and shudder with my tongue providing a stimulus that would cause her to scream silently deep within her throat. That point was quickly approaching and once there, she would not stop until I allowed her or she was able to force my hungry tongue away. 

Jackie had reached the magic moment and I was trapped between her thighs that were attempting to squeeze the life out of my head. I could not move except to lick and suck as she convulsed above me in pleasure. Soon, I slowed the mouth action enough to allow her to calm herself as she continued to slowly lick and bite my hard cock. Once she had returned to the point she was able to speak, she urged me to move up and face her directly, it was now time to insert the cock she had readied into her waiting pussy. 

"Hurry, up, I need it now!" Jackie whispered. 

"Don't worry, I need this as much as you. Get ready, here it comes!" 

"Did you remember the lube? I don't want to have the problems we had last time." Jackie asked. 

"Yes, I remembered. I put more than enough on, I guarantee that we won't have that problem again. I used KY this time and I know it will do the job." 

"Great, shove that hard thing into me and fuck me silly. Come on, I have been waiting for this all night!" 

Never let it be said I did not do as I was asked. I shoved in hard and fast, Jackie's pussy was hot and wet, still tingling from my mouth action. I picked up the pace right from the start, I too did not want to take a long time to reach climax. Jackie was humping back as I stroked into her, each of us was intimately familiar with the other. Our comfort with each other was well practiced, but even when we first started sleeping together, we developed a closeness that suggested we had been doing this for some time. I continued stroking my cock into her wet pussy, the sound it made as it moved in and out a sloshing and slurping noise that aroused us both. I started to feel my loins tense up as I was fucking hard, and I knew from experience that Jackie would come quickly and easily after the tongue fucking I had given her moments before. 

Jackie reached her peak shortly before my cock started its release, spurting jets of hot semen deep into her waiting pussy. She was deep in the throes of her orgasm, not able to speak or make a sound other than a deep gutteral growling that barely escaped her lips. I knew this sound and relished the knowledge that I could bring it to her with my own efforts. I slumped down onto Jackie as I basked in the afterglow of our sex, each of us fatigued with the effort, but at the same time, excited by the joy of our mutual pleasure. After resting a few minutes, we got up and walked together into the shower. I would have liked a long, leisurely soap fest, but we each had things to do and could not take that time today. 

After getting out, we started to dress. I had put on my boxers and went to open the door to our bedroom. I took some paper towels from the bathroom and wiped the KY off the outside of the door knob. I thought to myself of the lengths one had to go to make love to your wife with a curious 5 year old in the house. The curious 5 year old in this house was our son David. Not only was he curious, he seemed to have some strange sixth sense that allowed him to know exactly when we were in the mood. Many times when he was younger, I remember hearing the call for a drink of water just as I was getting my cock ready for insertion into his mother's pussy. Jackie would go to attend to his needs and I would be there with a shrinking boner that was not always satisfied when she returned. As he got older, the calls for drinks ended, but his visits replaced them. I also remember the nights when we were in the middle of something as he would come running into the room, looking for comfort and protection from the monsters he swore inhabited his room. I told him there were no monsters, but I silently knew of at least one who would end up sleeping between us with what I swore was a devilish grin on his face. O the joys of children! Actually, I wouldn't trade this time for anything, but sometimes I wished that his sixth sense would start failing him more often. 

As we were getting dressed, I thought about the day and the things we had planned. Jackie had work to do for her job and I was going to be in the garage playing with a new project. I had finished dressing, and Jackie was just getting into her t-shirt when I heard the approaching storm. 

"Mommy!" David shouted as he entered the room. 

Jackie had her shirt over her head and the arms were in the arm holes, but the body of the shirt was still bunched above her breasts. She stopped dressing long enough to kneel down and give him a hug. 

"Go wash up and then get dressed. Mommy will be out to make you breakfast in a few minutes." 

David turned to do as asked when I spoke, "Hey, what about me. Nothing for the old man?" 

David turned around again and ran to give me a hug and a good morning. "Don't forget you are going to help me in the garage today." 

"OK daddy. I didn't forget." 

"Good, we have a lot to do. Go and get ready for breakfast, we will be out shortly." 

David ran off down the hall and I said to Jackie "is it my imagination, or does he always seem to come in here when you are putting on your shirt or taking it off?" 

"Just like his father." Jackie chuckled. 

"No, I'm serious. He seems to have a thing for your boobs." 

"Just like his father." Jackie repeated. 

I had to smile a bit, but continued. "I know, but remember how much trouble you had weaning him off your breasts when you stopped nursing him?" 

"I had more trouble weaning you off them than I did with him, if you remember." 

Now Jackie was openly laughing. "Yeah, I remember. It was one of the most traumatic times in my life. I think it might have scarred me forever." 

Jackie again laughed at my memory, looking at me with that 'Poor baby' face she used when she thought I needed to be brought down a notch. 

I moved close to her and lifted the shirt that she had just finished pulling down. I used my tongue to stiffen each nipple in turn, and then sucked one then the other with enough suction to cause her to jump a bit. 

"What are you doing?" Jackie asked with an exasperated tone. 

"I was just testing to see if maybe there might be a rogue milk duct or 2 that were still there waiting to come back." 

"If there were any you would have found them long ago, the amount of time you devote to sucking my tits." Jackie stated emphatically. "No more tittie milk for Steve here!" 

I put on my frustrated face, but laughed and gave her a big kiss, then a quick grope of her tits before pulling her shirt back over them. 

*****

We finished eating and Jackie gave me and our son a quick kiss as we headed for the garage. She would be busy with paperwork for the job for several hours and with David out of her hair, she would be able to get things done without interruption. I told him he would be helping me, but really he was just there to keep me company although he was not allowed in the part of the garage where the cars were. 

"Do you want to watch a DVD or play with the computer?" I asked as we walked into the office. He could put his own DVD into the machine or get onto the net from the computer himself, but I still felt the need to ask. 

"I will be on the computer." 

"OK, have fun. I will be here inside if you want anything." I knew he would be busy for a while, there was plenty for him to do, even if his browsing was limited to the sites we allowed him to visit. 

I had found another Chevelle to work on, this one a few years older than the 1969 model Jackie owned when we first met and still drove. I was going to remove the exhaust and some of the other underbody components today, then work on the exterior and engine later. I remembered being in a similar position as I helped Jackie with the exhaust on her car when we had first met. She was helping me then, but today I was solo. I had removed some of the easier to reach pieces, but the hangers and brackets on this car had been in place for more than 40 years and were firmly attached. NO problem, I thought, that is what a torch is for. 

I got the tanks from the corner and set everything up. A few seconds with the torch and the hangers would no longer be a problem. I lit the flame and started working on the front hangers, moving to the rear as each was removed. As I got near the back, I started on a particularly difficult one when I got a whiff of gasoline. Odd, I thought, I had removed the gas tank a few days ago. Where was that smell coming from, I wondered? At that point, everything went white. The white soon changed to red, and then the red was fading and replaced with grays. 

"You really fucked this one up, Steve. This is not good!" I thought to myself as I reached to turn off the handle on the tanks. I was still in the gray zone, and as it started to darken, I knew that once black things would change... 

*****

I was going through these new government regulations, wondering just who decided that minor changes necessitated a whole new mindset and different way of doing things. Nothing that had changed would make any difference in the way we did things except to add to our overhead of regulatory administrivia. I had to go through 2 more revisions then distill them into a coherent summary that I could present to my people. This was a grand waste of my time, but just one of the things I had to do now that I was second in charge at the company. 

David walked into the room as I was getting another package from the envelope and I looked up, asking "Did you come in to give mommy a hug?" 

"Mommy, come help daddy." He answered. 

"Davey, I have work to do here, I can't stop now to help your father. He will just have to wait until I finish here." 

"No! Come help daddy!" 

"David Steven, I said I was busy. Your father will have to wait. Go tell him that I will be there when I am done." I responded, raising my voice sternly. 

I was surprised when he came over, and grabbing my arm, started pulling me out of my chair. "Come help daddy, now!" 

I was getting annoyed, but as I got to my feet, Davey ran out of the room and down the hall. I came out of my office and he was standing a dozen feet away, looking back at me. I walked toward him, and as I neared, he ran further down the hall toward the back door. Each time I got near him, he would run a few feet, and then stop to see if I was following him. I reached the office door of the garage and Davey followed me in. I didn't see Steve, so opened the door into the garage and walked in. Davey isn't allowed in this part of the garage, so he stopped at the doorway and watched as I walked in. 

I noticed a haze in the air and a pungent, burning smell. I walked a few feet further then... 

"STEVEN!!! O God no!" 

I rushed to kneel beside him as he lay in a fetal ball on the floor. His face and upper torso were black and horribly burned. I wasn't sure what to do, I just wanted him to wake up and be OK. 

Get a grip on yourself, Jackie, I thought. This is no different than an accident in the lab would be. What would you do there? I had to remain calm, I needed to get help and I also did not want to panic my son. 

"Davey, I need you to help mommy. I want you to call 911 and tell them where you are. You remember, just the way we practiced it. I know you can, go do it now." 

I heard him jump onto the couch so he could reach the phone on the desk, and in a few seconds I heard him speaking. I could not understand, but he continued to speak off and on, so I knew he had done what I asked of him. I wanted to hug Steve, but did not know how. I did not want to hurt him any further, but what could I do? His chest was moving slowly, so I was certain he was still breathing. I took the bottom of my shirt and dabbed at the blood coming from a few cuts on his face. They continued to weep, so I knew his heart was beating as well. 

"Where is that help?" I thought to myself. I knew inside that they would be here soon, but right now, time seemed to stand still. I could do nothing other than hold his hand and wait for help – I felt so powerless at this moment. 

In what seemed like hours, but probably was less than 3 minutes since Davey made his call for help, I heard the wail of a siren approaching the house. 

"Davey, go out and let them know where we are!" I shouted into the office. I heard him drop the phone on the desk, then his steps as he ran out the door. I heard a car come to a stop and soon a young police officer came into the office, then further into the garage. Davey followed him in, forgetting his boundary and moving behind a car to watch what was going on. I heard the officer say to himself "O Jeez!", and then he came over quickly and knelt down next to Steve on the other side. He was speaking into a radio he had with him as he took Steve's wrist and felt for a pulse. 

"17 to dispatch. I am on scene. I have an adult male with burns to his face and upper body. He appears unconscious but is breathing and has a weak pulse. Tell the EMT's to move it!" 

I knew then that this was serious, not that I had felt it anything but before now. I didn't know what to do any more, but at least help was close by. I heard another siren approaching the house, and soon it pulled into the drive. The officer looked around and seeing the button to open the bay door, pushed it and the ambulance stopped just outside. 

2 paramedics came inside, one male and the other a woman, each about mid 20's I guessed. I was still kneeling beside Steve, but the officer took my hand and asked me to move out of the way and let the paramedics do their job. I moved without understanding, just following the hand that pulled me away. The officer looked at me, and then the blood on my shirt. 

"Are you OK?" he asked.

I didn't respond, and he asked again. "Are you hurt, ma'am?" 

Coming out of my paralysis, I realized he was asking about the blood on my shirt. "I was in the house. This is from the cuts on his face." 

The officer nodded and we each went back to watching the medics work on Steve. 

The man had started to insert an IV into the back of Steve's 

Hand then attached a bag of clear liquid to the line. The woman was taking his blood pressure and pulse, speaking to someone on the radio and relaying the information. The young man took an ampule from his bag and breaking the top off, stuck a needle into Steve's thigh. I assume it contained morphine or some type of pain killer. They put a mask over his face and started the oxygen. As they worked, another police car pulled into the drive. He got out and was just in time to help them with the gurney. The men moved the gurney next to Steve and carefully lifted him onto it. The medics pushed it to the ambulance and then inside. 

They started to close the rear door when I said I wanted to go along. The first officer stopped me, saying that I needed to take care of my son. Davey was still behind one of the cars, watching with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension on his face. I had forgotten about him, but now went to him and hugged him close. The ambulance pulled out and the siren started up again. The officer who had arrived second had left with them, leading them to the hospital, his siren wailing a warning. 

The first officer again asked if I was OK. I assured him I was not hurt, I was inside when the incident took place. He asked how I knew, and I said Davey had come to get me. He asked if Davey was hurt, but I told him Davey wasn't allowed in this part of the garage. That was kind of odd, I was hugging him as he hovered behind a car as we spoke. I assured him that Davey behaved and this was the first time he had crossed his boundary. The officer started looking around and found the tanks next to the car. He checked the valve, finding it already closed. He checked a few other things, and then said that the fire marshal would come around and see what had occurred. He again asked if there was anything he could do. I was still uncertain about what to do myself, but told him I had to make some arrangements and get to the hospital. 

"Don't worry, your husband is in good hands. They will take care of him." Was his parting word before he drove off.

I hugged Davey close to me, tears starting to form in the corners of my eyes. I did not want to cry in front of him, I was concerned that he might get too scared about his father, and I was already scared enough for the both of us. 

"I am sorry I got angry with you. You did a good job and your father will be really proud of you. Let's go inside for now." 

I closed the doors and then took Davey's hand and we walked into the house. I hugged him again, and then went to my office to make a call. He followed me, I don't think he wanted me out of his sight right now. I guess I could understand, his father had just been placed into an ambulance and taken away without explanation to him. I sat and noticed all the papers I had been working on, everything left and forgotten as I had become preoccupied. 

I called Sofia, the woman Steve and I had met 5 years ago. She had become a good friend of ours, and once Davey was born, she had done everything short of signing legal adoption papers to make Davey her own. She spoiled him and he enjoyed all the attention immensely. 

When she answered, I asked if she could come over to watch Davey. 

"Steve has had a bad accident, he was just taken to the hospital." 

"O God, is he alright? What happened?" she asked 

"I am not sure, some type of fire in his garage. I have to get there to see how he is. Davey will need someone to stay with him. I know it is short notice, but can you come over now?" 

"Don't worry about a thing, I have to make a couple of calls, but I will be there as soon as I can. Don't worry, I am sure Steve will be OK." she tried to reassure me. 

I hung up the phone and just sat there stunned for several minutes. I felt like the weight of the world had just come crashing down on me. I had to pull myself together, I had things I needed to do. I got out of my chair and walked down the hall to our bedroom. Davey followed close behind and stood watching me as I stripped off the blood stained shirt I had been wearing. I tossed it toward the bathroom, I would soak it later to see if I could get the blood out. As I stood there topless, I remembered what Steve had said this morning about Davy and my boobs. Well, he was getting an eyeful now, but this was not the time to keep him out of the room as I changed. I took a bra from the drawer and put it on, then a blouse from the closet. 




Driving Jackie Ch. 04



Dressed, I put on some eye shadow and lipstick, and then ran a quick comb through my hair. I wanted to tell Davey I was going to be leaving for a while, but wasn't sure just how to do that. He was still following my every move with his eyes, not saying a word. I walked back to my office, then made a call and asked for a cab to come to the house to pick me up. Right now, I wasn't sure of my ability to drive myself to the hospital. Once done with that task, I went into the living room and sat on the couch to wait. Davey was still following and I told him to sit with me, and then hugged him tight. I let go and he asked "What happened to daddy?" 

"He got hurt, and the people in the ambulance took him to the doctors to make him better." I answered him. 

"When will he come back?" 

I could see the worry on his face and did not want to add to it, but wasn't sure how to answer. "He will come back when they have made him better. I don't know how long that will be. I know he is really proud of you for doing what you did." I hugged him to me again, and had to fight to keep the tears at bay. 

The bell rang and I went to answer the door. Sofia was there and as soon as she came in she reached out and hugged me. 

"Are you OK, Jackie? How is Steve? Have you heard anything?" 

I started to answer her questions when Davey spotted her and came running with "Auntie Sophie!" calling her the name he had used when he could not pronounce her name properly. Sofia let me go and knelt to return the hug he was offering her. As she hugged him to her body, I was again reminded of Steve's words this morning, Davey had his face buried deep between Sofia's large breasts. I guess he probably will end up just like his father, though that is not a bad thing. 

Sofia stood back up and I offered that I did not know anything at the moment, I was going to the hospital as soon as the cab got here. "I want to thank you again for staying with Davey. I am sure you had other plans for a Saturday night." 

"Nothing I couldn't reschedule. Besides, this gives me a chance to see my favorite nephew." she said looking at Davey who was still smiling broadly as he hovered near me. I was restless, but didn't know what to do with myself, so I paced around the room for another 5 minutes before the cab arrived and honked to announce his presence. I gave Davey a hug and told him I was going to see his father. I told him this was grown-up stuff, but he would be able to see his father soon. I hoped I was right with that last statement. Sofia asked me to call and let her know how Steve was. I promised her I would, then left. 

The ride to the hospital took about 25 minutes, and I was lost in my own thoughts for the entire ride. The driver had to tell me twice that we had arrived before I knew where I was. I paid him, and then hurried into the emergency entrance of the hospital. I found the nurse's desk and asked about Steve. 

"I'm Mrs. Warren, my husband was brought in here earlier. I want to see him, can you tell me where he is?" 

The nurse took a quick look at the computer screen on the desk, and then told me he was in ICU. She said she would have the doctor come out and speak to me, then picked up the phone and said something to whomever was on the other end. She asked me to sit on one of the chairs in the room, saying the doctor would be out shortly. 

IN a few minutes, a woman wearing green scrubs came out and introduced herself. "I'm Dr. Thomas. I can tell you how your husband is doing." She sat beside me and started. 

The good news is that none of his injuries are life threatening..." 

"And the bad news?" I interrupted. 

"Well, we don't want to call it bad news right now, rather more like uncertain news." 

"Uncertain?" I asked, now starting to worry. 

"Let's go back to what we know, and then I will explain things more fully. Your husband has had some very bad burns. He came in here in shock, and he is sedated now. Burns are one of the most painful injuries you can have, so we have knocked him out to give his body a chance to start healing without having to deal with the pain. The good news here is that the burns are bad, but not deep. I would say superficial, although I don't want to minimize the extent. The fire was hot, but he was evidently not exposed for a long time, so the skin is not deeply damaged. In some ways this is like a bad sunburn, though much more serious. The burned skin will die, flake off and new skin will grow to replace it. In time, he will be back to normal although perhaps some cosmetic surgery might be needed in the future." 

"O God, I am so glad to hear that. Does this mean he might be home soon?" 

"As I said earlier, his burns are severe, and infection is a concern. He is young and healthy, so I don't expect problems. But the uncertain part I mentioned earlier needs to be explained." 

I started to get a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, wondering just what to expect now. "This doesn't sound good. Why are things uncertain? What haven't you told me?" 

"The burns to his skin are bad, but will likely heal relatively quickly. However, his eyes have also been burned. The eyes are more delicate than the skin and will heal more slowly. Right now, the burns have made it impossible for us to see inside the eye itself. The outer part of the eye is called the cornea, and his are badly damaged. Without being able to see inside the eye, we just don't know the extent of any damage. Hopefully, the only damage will be the outer surface of the eye, but we can't know that." the doctor explained in a more solemn voice. 

"So what does that mean?" I asked, now more concerned. 

"We can't really say at this point. The best outcome would be for his corneas to heal themselves with no further damage, but we need to be sure. Sometimes the inner parts of the eye can be damaged and this needs to be addressed soon if so." 

"How long to find out what else might be wrong? What other damage might result if you don't know soon?" 

"We don't have the equipment necessary to do the examination we would like to. The sooner we can determine the extent of any damage, the better for him. We have decided to send him to an ophthalmic trauma center to have them evaluate his condition. They have the necessary equipment and people to diagnose and treat any injury he might have suffered." 

"Where is this center? I want to go along with him." I stated matter of factly. 

"We have made arrangements to send him to the 

Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville. They have the tools and experience in this kind of injury to be the most help to him." 

"When is he leaving?" 

"He will be on a helicopter within the hour. You can't ride with him, but I know the center has some facilities for family members. You can stop by the hospital business office and speak to Clarisse. She can give you more details and help to make arrangements." 

"I need to see him before he goes!" I told her. 

"Of course. As I said earlier, he is heavily sedated and won't know you are there, but I will have one of the nurses take you to the unit to see him." 

"Thank you doctor. Thank you for everything." 

Dr. Thomas told me not to worry, he is in good hands. She then instructed one of the nurses to take me to the Intensive care Unit to see Steve. 

I walked in silence along with the nurse, I was still unsure just what to say. We went up a floor, and then followed several corridors until we came to a pair of doors that were closed and had a sign stating that entry was limited to authorized persons. We walked through the doors and the nurse guiding me spoke to one of the nurses sitting in the center of what looked like a NASA control room. There were lights and beeping machines, lots of computer screens and readouts. I thanked the nurse who had accompanied me this far, then the nurse behind the desk walked with me to the cubicle Steve was in. 

I could hardly recognize him, there were bandages all over his face. He had a tube going in through his nose and more tubes and needles in his arms. The nurse told me he would not know I was there, but I could stay for a few minutes if I wanted. She then left to return to her duties and I was alone in the room with my husband. 

I had worked hard to control my emotions up until now, but just seeing him lying there like this triggered a flood of tears that I couldn't stop. I reached for his hand but there were so many tubes and needles plugged into the back, I could only wrap my hand around his fingers. I felt the contact, and knew then what it meant to love someone as much as I loved him. I thought I felt a little movement of his fingers as I touched him, but it was probably just an involuntary muscle tremor. I knew he was out and would not remember my visit here today. I just stood there holding his fingers and crying, I didn't know what else to do. 

Time to think positive, Jackie, I thought to myself. You have to get it together for Steve and for your son at home. The doctor had said his injuries weren't life threatening and that was a good thing. We could deal with any other possibilities if and when they happened. I stopped crying and found a box of tissues on the table in the corner. I used some to dry my face and probably totally screw up my makeup, but I got my eyes dry and got my emotions under control as best I could. 

"I have faith you will be fine. I don't know what I would do without you, so you have to get better soon. I will be right here with you every step of the way." I was talking to him as if he could hear me, and down deep I had faith that somehow he could. A minute later the nurse returned and told me they had to prepare him for transport. I told him goodbye for now, but that I would see him again soon. Walking out of the room, I got directions to the business office and found Clarisse to help me make arrangements to go to Nashville. 

*****

I got a cab to take me home and was back about 2 hours after I had first left home. Sofia had kept Davey busy and he was not too concerned that I was gone, but his apprehension picked up a bit as I came in. I didn't want to worry him, but he deserved to know what was going on, it was his father who was gone for now. 

"I saw Steve and he is still unconscious. They have sedated him due to the pain of the burns. I could not speak to him, but I think he knew I was there." I reported to Sofia. "He will heal from the burns quickly, they think, but his eyes are the main issue. They don't have the facilities to do a proper diagnosis, so have sent him to Nashville for better options." 

Sofia asked, "How serious is the problem with his eyes? Will he be able to see?" 

"They don't know right now, I assume that the people in Nashville will be able to make that determination when he gets there. They sent him by helicopter and he should be in the hospital soon. I have made arrangements to go to Nashville to be with him, I will leave in the morning." 

Davey had been listening, but I'm not sure he understood all of this. I would have to get someone to stay with him, I didn't think it wise to try to take him with me. I did not want to impose on Sofia to stay with him for who knew how long, but finding someone to watch him would require someone he knew well enough to be comfortable with during this time of stress. 

I hugged Sofia and thanked her for staying with him this afternoon. I knew she had changed her schedule for me and was grateful. She asked me to keep in touch with her and let her know how Steve was progressing. I promised to do so and she left. 

I sat down with Davey and tried to explain things to him. 

"Your father had a bad accident today. He is hurt and they have to keep him in the hospital to make him better. I need to go to stay with him for a few days. I won't be able to take you with me, so you will have to be good and wait for us to come back." 

He looked at me with his eyes wide, saying "I don't want you to go away too. I want you and daddy to be here with me." 

I knew this was going to be tough on him, but there was no way I was going to not see Steve and find out how he would be in the future. 

"I'm sorry honey, but your daddy needs me to be with him. I will call your Mom-mom and ask her to stay with you. Can you be a big boy and do this for me?" 

His Mom-mom was his grandmother, my mother. I needed to call her and also Steve's parents to let them know what had happened. I also had to call each of our bosses at work since neither of us would be coming in for some time. I had to get Davey settled down some then would have to make calls. I had scheduled a flight to Nashville that took off just before lunch tomorrow. 

Davey was still nervous, but better I thought. I made the necessary calls and knew that my mother and father would be here soon and that would help Davey to accept my absence. He loved spending time with them almost as much as with Sofia. They had dropped everything and made plans to be here first thing tomorrow morning. Steve's parents were upset and offered to come down immediately, but I told them I did not know much until I spoke to the doctors tomorrow. I promised to call and let them know anything as soon as I knew myself. I spoke to my boss at work and to Steve's. Each was sympathetic and told me to take as much time as necessary. They offered best wishes and prayers for a speedy recovery, asking me to keep them in the loop. Once I had finished my tasks, I packed a bag and then collapsed in total fatigue. Time had gotten away from me and it was almost 10. This was way past Davey's bed time, but he was still following my every move, afraid to lose me. I told him to put his jammies on, that he would have to go to bed. He wanted to sleep with me, and despite the problems we had breaking him of his habit of wanting to sleep in our bed, I let him. I did put on a nightshirt, passing on my usual sleep attire of just panties and did my changing in the bathroom. Once in bed, he fell asleep almost immediately, but I found it difficult to fall off myself and tossed and turned most of the night. 

*****

I woke early, not that I had been able to get much sleep. I got out of bed, Davey was still sleeping and I did not want to wake him this early. I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower, then dressed and went into the kitchen. I started coffee and got myself some cold cereal to eat. 

The bell rang about 7:30 and when I answered the door, my parents were there having driven most of the night to get here. My mother gave me a hug and asked how I was doing. 

"I am scared, mom. I just don't know what to expect. She could see from my face that I had not gotten much sleep and had been crying. She hugged me again then my father took his turn. 

Don't worry, honey. Things will turn out for the best in the end. Do you want me to come with you to Nashville? Your mother can stay here with Davey." 

I thanked him, but knew he would not be comfortable waiting around in hospital rooms. "Thanks Dad, but you and Mom can stay here with Davey. I will call you as soon as I know anything."

Davey had been awakened by the bell and soon ran out of the bedroom. He saw his grandparents and rushed to get hugs, his arms outstretched. He seemed to have forgotten the events of yesterday, but our somber mood reminded him that his father was not here. 

"Davey, remember what I told you yesterday about having to go see your father? I will be leaving soon so I want you to be good for your Mom-mom and Grampops. They will be here with you until I get back. Can you do that for me?" 

I saw the apprehension grow on his face, but he just nodded as he looked at me with that uncertain expression. I knew this would be hard on him, but taking him with me wasn't an option and even if I could, being in that environment wouldn't be any better. 

I offered my mother and father coffee, and they accepted. The drive had been long and they had not gotten any sleep during the night. I offered to make breakfast, but mom told me that they had stopped at a truck stop earlier and had a quick snack a couple of hours ago. We talked for a while, but my mind was not into things here, I was wanting to get to the airport and then to Nashville. My father dropped me off, asking one more time if I was certain I didn't want him to accompany me. I thanked him for the offer, but said I could handle things. I gave him a hug and kiss before taking my case and checking in at the counter. 

The flight took less than an hour from the time I first sat down until the plane was pulling up to the gate in Nashville. Once I had picked up my case, I caught a taxi to the site. There were apartment like suites across from the medical center for family members to stay in while their loved one was being cared for. I got rid of my luggage, and then walked across the street to find Steve. 



On Sunday afternoon, there were not too many people in the hospital, but most of those present were visitors. I was directed to the ophthalmic center and once there, I asked about Steve. 

"I'm Mrs. Warren. I would like to see my husband. He was brought in last night. The nurse at the desk looked into her computer screen and told me he was in room 321. She said he was still sedated and would not be able to speak to me. I thanked her, but would go see him anyway. 

I walked down the hall following the signs to find the room. I entered and saw him laying in the bed, looking much the same as he had the day before. The room contained 2 beds, but Steve was the only one here now. He was lying in the bed, tubes and wires coming out of his hands and arms. There was a tube feeding oxygen to his nose and he was still bandaged all around his face and part of his torso. I again felt so helpless, I didn't know what to do. 

Seeing him like this brought back the tears that I had been trying to fight off all morning. I took his fingers in my hand, telling him that I was there for him and would be for as long as it took. I didn't see any change in the readouts of the machines monitoring his vitals, but somehow I knew he was aware that I was there. 

I held him for a few minutes, then sat and watched. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but there was no change for the half hour I sat there. I was lost in thought when a voice broke through the mist of my mind and I looked up to see an Indian man in a white lab coat speaking to me. 

"Mrs. Warren?" 

I nodded my head, not able to say anything at the moment. 

"I am Dr. Sanjay", he said. "I am in charge of this section of the center." 

I looked at the name tag on his coat, and saw that it did not say 'Sanjay'. He saw me looking at his name tag with puzzlement, then offered, "MY first name is Sanjay, but since most people cannot pronounce my last name, I just go by Dr. Sanjay." 

"What can you tell me about his condition?" I asked. 

"I am sure you know he has some serious burns. They were treated before he arrived here, and we will watch them, but the more serious issue is the health of his eyes. We have been able to examine him and so far, the burns to his corneas appear to be the only injury his eyes have suffered; however, we can only infer so much from the diagnostic tests we ran, the best method of determining the true extent of his condition is a visual examination. Unfortunately, the condition of his corneas prevents that for now." 

"What does that mean for his future?" I asked. 

"Right now, my best guess is that he will have some issues with the corneas, but hopefully, there will not be anything more serious. We will have to wait for healing to occur before we can know for certain." 

"How long will that take? What can he expect once things heal?" I was worried about what might happen, but right now I needed to know how our lives would change because of the accident. 




Driving Jackie Ch. 04



"There are several factors to consider. The burns are serious, but he is young and in good health. Normally I would expect the corneas to take several months to heal completely. We should be able to see inside his eyes within 2 months if things go well, and I expect this to be the case. If he doesn't heal as quickly as we expect, it may take longer. Once we can do a visual examination, we will have a better idea. As I said earlier, we don't see any damage with various diagnostic machines. That is a good thing and I don't expect any serious issues in the future." 

I breathed a sigh of relief, but was still worried. "Will there be any lasting effects?" 

"Most likely he will have some vision impairment. If all went perfectly, his corneas would heal and there would be no ill effects, but the most likely outcome is that the corneas will be scarred. This will cause vision loss, perhaps it can be corrected with glasses or additional surgery. In the event it is more serious, there is the possibility of corneal transplant, but I would say that is remote." 

I was more confused than relieved by his explanation, but at the moment didn't want to further confuse myself. I thanked him for his explanation and asked when he might be conscious again. 

"I am not monitoring his medications but I would guess in a day or 2. If his burns are healing properly, I don't see any reason why he cannot go home shortly, but that is not my decision to make. He will need to see a specialist once home to monitor his condition, but we have done what we can for him here now." 

This news did make me feel better. I asked when I could speak to the doctor who was monitoring his condition, and Dr. Sanjay did not know, but guessed he would be in early tomorrow to make rounds. "Check with the nurse at the desk. She will be able to give you a better idea of schedules than I." 

"Thank you doctor", I said as I stood when he left. 

Steve was lying there as before, but I hoped he was healing as fast as he could. I knew that if he was awake, he would be itching to get out of here as soon as possible. I sat back down and just watched as he slowly breathed, his chest moving up and down with each breath. I was glad to hear of his prognosis, but there was some uncertainty about the future that still worried me. I stayed in the room for another 2 hours, taking a short break to get a cold sandwich and soda from the cafeteria. The nurse at the desk assured me that the doctor would be by on rounds sometime about 10 tomorrow morning. I walked back to the apartment and slumped into the chair as I tried to digest all I had seen and heard today. 

I called my mother and told her what I knew. It wasn't much, but she seemed to think that things would work out. She said Davey was being good, but was quiet and reserved. I had no doubt he was concerned, he just did not know enough to be as worried as I was. I again thanked her for taking care of Davey and she assured me she and my father had no problem doing it. I called Steve's mother and gave her what news I could. She asked if a visit would be wise now, but I told her that I would have to talk to Steve's doctor tomorrow before I knew anything for certain. Once the calls were made, I lay down on the bed and the day's events seemed to overwhelm me. I did not remember anything after that moment, and woke up the next morning in the same position. 

*****

I got a quick shower and then got dressed. I wanted to be in Steve's room before the doctor made his visit. I did take a few minutes to stop into the hospital cafeteria to get some breakfast, though. Once finished with that task, I made my way back to the unit and into his room. The hospital was lenient about letting family members into rooms before official visiting hours, so I had no problem getting in to see him early. He had not moved from his position yesterday, and everything looked just as it had when I left. I took his fingers again, and told him I was back. After a few minutes of silent thought and hopefully telepathic communication, I sat and waited for the doctor to arrive. 

The doctor came in about 9:30. I immediately asked what Steve's condition was, but he assured me that he would let me know after a brief examination. He looked at the charts then removed some of the bandages to look underneath. A nurse had come in with him and he asked her to replace the bandages and to put drops into his eyes. Once he had finished with the business at hand, he turned his attention to me and my questions. 

"I assume you are his wife?" he asked in a business like voice. 

"Yes, I want to know how he is doing. I spoke to his eye doctor yesterday and he gave me some information, but said you would know more." 

"Your husband has some bad burns, but they have been treated. He will need to keep them covered for a few weeks, but I don't expect any problems. Your family doctor should be able to treat him once you go home. His eyes seem to be responding, but I assume Dr. Sanjay told you more specifics." 

"He said Steve has had all the diagnostic tests they can do for now, and expects him to heal slowly for the next few months. " I responded. 

"That seems about right. The eyes heal more slowly than the rest of the body." 

"When will I be able to talk to him?" 

"He is still in a lot of pain without the drugs. We will be slowly bringing him out of the heavily sedated state he is in now, but he will remain on the pain meds for some time. I would guess he will be awake later today, but how coherent he is will be another question. He may not know where he is or who you are right away." 

I assured the doctor I would be here all day and was grateful I could at least talk to Steve later. "When will he be able to go home?" 

"If he continues to show improvement, I don't see any reason he has to stay more than a couple of days longer. I would guess he can leave on Wednesday if all goes well." 

I thanked the doctor, I seemed to be doing that quite a bit lately. He left to see his other patients and I sat back down, watching and worrying as I had been before he arrived. Several nurses came in over the next few hours, some to check his vitals and another to inject some drug or other into the IV in his hand. 

*****

Steve started to stir late in the afternoon. I called a nurse when I noticed him moving and she came in to check things, and said he was starting to come out of the sedative state, but that was to be expected. They had started to lower the dosage of sedatives earlier and he would be more alert soon, but probably not this afternoon. Still, I was glad to see that he seemed to be getting better and hopefully, I would be able to speak to him soon. I continued to watch as he shifted position occasionally, but he did not open his eyes. I took his fingers again and tried talking to him. I did not think he could hear me consciously, but hoped that he would know I was there for him. I felt small movements in his fingers and this reassured me that he did indeed know I was there. 

I went back to my room after dinner. The nurses had told me he was coming around slowly, but would not really be alert until tomorrow. I wanted to stay longer, but I was tired and needed to get some rest. I called my mother and Steve's again, telling them of today's events. Both were concerned, but I tried my best to reassure them and promised to keep in touch. I took the time to get ready for bed properly tonight, then again let my concerns worry me to sleep. 

I was at the hospital early on Tuesday morning, I was sure Steve would be there waiting for me, fully awake and ready to find out all that had occurred during the past few days. I was disappointed, he was not awake, but he was further along in that process and the nurses said that they had not given him any sedatives at all this morning. The pain meds would continue to make him tired, but he should be able to wake from his long sleep today. I sat down next to his bed and took his fingers, just as I had done the past days. This time, he shifted in the bed as I touched him and I swore I felt him return my squeeze, although very weakly. I started talking to him, but did not get any more response than an occasional finger twitch. At this point, to me, this was a huge leap forward and I felt as though much of the weight had been lifted from my spirit. 

Steve kept getting more active in his bed, I think he was ready to get up, but his body was less able than his mind told him. He still had not spoken, but was trying. I could hear an odd grunt or muffled groan and he seemed to be trying to speak. His nurse told me he would have some trouble speaking for a few days, the tubes down his throat had irritated his vocal cords. I stayed until after dinner, but Steve had not been able to say anything intelligible. I told him I was leaving for the day, but would return the next morning. I told him I loved him, and he returned my hand squeeze. As I was leaving, the nurse told me that his doctor had left orders that if he was doing well tomorrow, he could go home in the afternoon. This was great news and I felt overjoyed. 

Back in my room, I called both mothers and gave them the good news. Each was happy for both of us. I told Steve's mother that if she wanted to visit, maybe a few days of rest at home before she came down would be a good idea. She agreed but said she would let me know before she made any definite plans. 

*****

I got to the hospital about 9 this morning, and found Steve sitting almost upright. Well, the bed was raised so he could sit up; I guess the few days in bed had atrophied His muscles. The doctor had already been in and had said he could go home today. The nurses still had to disconnect him from all the tubes and monitoring leads, but I knew we were going home. 

I wanted to give Steve a big hug, but wasn't sure just how to get close enough to him to do it without affecting his connections. I just took his fingers again and said "Steve, baby, you don't know how good it is to see you up again!" 

Steve replied, his voice gravelly, "I missed you too, but I think I lost about 4 days of my life." 

I wanted to tell him everything about the last days, but knew he would have trouble talking, and we would have the ride home to catch up. 

The nurses had him disconnected from all the equipment by 11. Dr. Sanjay came in to give him a quick once over before letting us go. He gave me a couple of prescriptions to fill before we left. He also gave some final instructions. 

"You will need to see your family doctor about the burns. I would recommend you do this as soon as possible. I would guess he will want to leave the bandages on a couple weeks longer, but that will be his call. I also want you to see an eye specialist once you get home. I will have my office give you a list of possible physicians who can follow your progress and take proper care of your eyes." 

He continued "You will have to put in the drops twice a day. One is an antibiotic and the other will literally paralyze the eyes. Don't worry, this is only temporary, but is necessary. The drop will dilate the eye and keep the interior immobile as it heals. Your eye bandages will come off in about 2 weeks, so you will have to get some protection from the sun. The dilating effect will allow more sunlight in, and right now this is not a good idea. We have set up a nurse to stop by your home for several days to make sure you are prepared and doing things right. I don't want you doing anything physically stressful, no lifting or bending over. You can take showers, but no water above the neck. Your own doctor will give any additional instructions he feels are necessary. You are welcome to come back here any time if you feel the need for a second opinion or need any procedures you cannot get at home." 

I thanked him and he took Steve's offered hand, although gingerly. The marks from numerous needles were obvious and would take a few days to heal. 

I left Steve in the room with his nurse, I had to fill the scripts and I would get us something to eat. I finished in the pharmacy, and then got a cold sandwich for myself and a milkshake for Steve. He would not be ready for solid food today so a liquid lunch would have to do him now. I tried to fill in some of the blanks for Steve. He had been briefed on what he could expect over the next few months by the doctors. I told him about the ambulance coming to the house, the helicopter ride to Nashville and my time there before he regained consciousness. 

"Damn, I wish I would have been awake for that helicopter. I bet that would have been fun." He croaked out. 

I was just glad to be able to sit next to him and hold his hand, although carefully. 

Once home, I walked into the house with Steve, my mother holding the door and dad bringing up the rear with my bag. Inside, mom tried to give him a hug, but was unsure of just how to do it without hurting him. She took him by the arm and held it close to her, putting the other on his shoulder. Dad was going to shake his hand, but also shied away after seeing the marks from his needles. He took the hand gently and patted it with his other hand. Mom shouted "Davey, your mom and dad are here!" 

I heard the sound of running feet as he came out of his room at a run. 

"Mommy!" he yelled and jumped into my arms as I bent to catch him. He gave me a kiss and I let him down. He took a look at Steve, then backed up and almost hid behind my leg. I saw the uncertainty on his face and then his father said "Got a hug for me?" 

Davey just stood there staring, not moving. I could see the confusion in Steve as he waited to be welcomed back home by his son. 

My mother said to him "Davey, Go give your father a hug. He missed you." 

Davey did not move, just held onto my leg and tried to get further behind me. 

"Davey, what are you doing? Don't you want to see your father?" I asked. 

He did not move and I realized that the bandages that covered Steve's face were confusing and maybe even frightening him. Steve was still waiting to get a greeting, but I told him Davey was bothered by the bandages. He said he understood, but I think he was hurt too. I told Davey to go back to his room and play. He took a big detour around Steve, and then ran back down the hall to his room. I felt so bad for him, his son was afraid to go near him. I knew that would change in time, but now when Steve needed encouragement, he had to deal with this. 

We sat down and I started to tell my parents about the trip. Mom had dinner on the stove and it would be ready soon. I had called her and let her know that Steve would not be able to eat anything other than soft food, so she had some soup and Jell-O for him, followed by ice cream. As we sat, my father asked Steve if he wanted a beer before dinner, but I jumped in saying he could not drink with the meds he was taking. As soon as I had said it, I saw Steve move his head in my direction and knew I had overstepped my bounds. He could easily speak for himself but I had done it for him. Here we were with our son afraid to come close to his father, me speaking for him and Steve not able to eat the regular food the rest of us could. I'm sure this did not help his self confidence any as he tried to get his life back to normal. 

As we sat there, my father said that the Fire Marshall had stopped by yesterday. He had looked at the garage and had determined that the accident had been due to a gasoline leak. The gas tank in the car had slowly leaked gas and some of that gas had found its way into the muffler through a small hole in the muffler. He didn't think it was more than 4 or 5 ounces, but the flame of the torch had ignited it and the resulting fire had come out of the inlet like a jet engine. Since Steve's head had been right there, he suffered the full extent of the flames. 

We ate mostly in silence. Davey came out, but kept staring at Steve as he ate, not saying a word. The rest of us were uncomfortable though my mother made a few attempts to get some pleasant conversation going. None of her attempts went very far, so the meal was finished in silence. They would be leaving in the morning, and decided to head for bed early to be rested for the long drive. I thanked them both for coming up and for taking care of Davey. After they had gone to their bedroom, I went to tuck our son in and came back to Steve, sitting alone in the living room. At that moment, sitting there by himself in a darkness he had no control over, I realized just how alone he felt. 

*****

I led Steve down the hall to our room. He knew that until his eyes healed he would need assistance, but this was new to him and he found it uncomfortable, not able to do the simple things that he could do by himself every day before this. We went into the room, and started getting ready for bed. I had given him his oral meds and now I had to help with the eye drops for the first time. I did not expect any problems, but this was the first time I had to do it by myself. With Steve lying on the bed, I carefully removed the bandages that covered his eyes so I could get the drops in. The eye lashes and eye brows that had been burned off were starting to come back, stubble visible for each. We worked together to get the job done, me with the drops and Steve holding his lids open. As I looked into his eyes for the first time in several days, I was suddenly struck by the emptiness. Before I had been able to see the life, the love, the vitality of my husband in his eyes, but now I saw only darkness. I felt tears well up in my own eyes, wondering if I would ever get back what had been there before. I brushed the tears away with the back of my hand, I still had to put new bandages on his eyes for the night. 

Finished with the medication, I lay down in bed beside Steve. I had started crying again and moving close, I put my arms around him and just pulled him to me. "I missed you so much. I don't know what I would do if something happened to you. I just want to hold you close to me." 

"I missed you too, Jackie. I don't remember everything, but I felt a connection even when I was out of it. I knew you would be there, but I'm sorry I put you through all of this." 

I thought back over the past few days, and everything seemed like a blur. I could remember individual events, but the entire ordeal had passed in a brief flash as I looked back on it. 

"Just promise me you won't do that again. I remembered what it was like not to have you here with me when you were on the road, and the past few years have spoiled me. I want you here in bed with me every night." I stated, wanting him to know just how much he meant to me. 

"I promise! No more overnight trips to the hospital for me. Besides, if I am not in bed with you, how can I keep track of these guys?", as he brushed his hand over one of my breasts that was lying crushed against his chest. 

I laughed and said that I would keep them safe for him. I then thought of Davey and his last sight of them. "I gave Davey a show the other day. I really did not mean to, but he wouldn't leave my side after you went away and I had to get out of the bloody shirt before I went to the hospital to see you. I didn't think about it at the time, but I think you are right, he has been seeing far too much of them lately." 

Steve laughed "They are definitely worth seeing, but how about if you keep them just for me. I think Davey needs to learn about privacy, especially when you are getting dressed." 

I was glad to see that Steve was not too sad and that his thoughts were starting to come back to our lives here. He was still brushing his hand over my nipple which had quickly hardened and was starting to give me tingles in my pussy I had not felt for the past few days. I told him the doctor said he should not exert himself for the next couple of weeks, and he protested, although weakly. 




Driving Jackie Ch. 04



"I would really like to feel you riding my cock tonight, but those pain killers have me pretty loopy. I am not sure I could even get it up if I wanted. Just know that as soon as things get a little better, I will be riding you like you've never been ridden before." 

"I am going to hold you to that." I stated with a big smile. I held on to him even as he fell off into sleep, pulling him close and quietly crying before I too drifted off. 

*****

We got up early the next morning, the visiting nurse would be here about 9. Davey was still standoffish at breakfast but Steve tried to talk to him, his voice less raspy and more normal than it had been the day before. I could see the sadness in Steve as he tried to get our son to talk. I knew Davey would warm up to him in time, but hoped that would not be too much longer. Once the bandages came off, I think things would be better and I explained this to Steve after Davey went to clean up. Logically he knew I was right, but that did not help his emotions as he still had not been able to greet his son. 

The nurse came and did what I had done the night before. She changed some of the bandages and made sure we knew how to take care of the things we would have to do by ourselves for the next few weeks. She was pleasant and said everything looked about as expected. She would come back tomorrow to check one more time, but did not expect to be here after that. I had called our family doctor from Nashville yesterday and after explaining the problem, Steve had gotten an appointment for this afternoon. 

We took Davey with us to the doctor, I did not want to impose on anyone to sit with him. I thought that time with his father and seeing what was happening as the doctor examined him would make Davey more comfortable with the changes. I had to drive, Steve was not in a position to do so. I tried to help him into the car, but ended up bumping his head on the roof as I guided him in. At the office, I managed to walk him into the door jam as we entered, and I could tell he was getting frustrated that he could not do these things for himself. 

The doctor unwound the bandages that covered Steve's face and Davey could see his father's face now, although it was still badly burned and blistered. Some of the worst of the skin had begun peeling, and the doctor was pleased with the progress. He thought another 10 days or so would be sufficient to keep the bandages in place, then they could be removed and his face would be well on its way to full healing. Davey was still hesitant, but the doctor explained everything as he went and I think Davey was starting to understand. Steve was glad to hear that the bandages could come off soon, but the frustration at not being able to see was eating at him. 

*****

The next 10 days passed slowly. Steve was anxious to get back to a normal life, but had to limit his activities both because of his vision issues and due to the doctor's orders not to do anything physically demanding. This did not leave him much to do other than sit and think about what he would rather be doing. I tried to keep him company but there was only so much I could do. TV was a possibility, but the daytime offerings were better suited to rotting one's brain than entertainment. 

Sofia stopped by one afternoon to see how things were going for both of us. I had called her after we got back and had given her an overview of Steve's condition, but she said she wanted to see him for herself. The 3 of us had become good friends over the past few years and I always enjoyed her company. She gave me a hug as she came into the house and asked how I was. I told her I was doing about as well as could be expected, but I was confident things would improve shortly. Steve had stood up as he heard her voice and she walked over to give him a hug after mine. Steve stood there as Sofia wrapped her arms around him, letting her control the hug. After she pulled back, I noticed his head tilt down toward her chest. I had to laugh, even with his eyes covered with bandages; he still tried to get a look at her large breasts. At my laugh, Steve asked what was so funny. I explained what I had seen, and Sofia smiled at the gesture. She had pulled back from the hug, but was still holding his hands in hers. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts as she said "Since you can't see them for now, this will give you some idea of what you are missing." 

Even with the bandages covering it, I could almost see the shock on Steve's face. Still, it did not stop him from squeezing and massaging those big boobs for a few seconds until he grudgingly took his hands away. Sofia looked at me and said "Now that is the Steve I remember." 

Davey had lost some of his apprehension, but things still had not returned to normal between them and this bothered both. We muddled through and would be going to the family doctor today, hopefully the bandages could come off for good. 

The doctor was happy with the progress Steve had made, and after removing all the bandages, I could start to see the return of the man I knew before the accident. His skin was still mottled and I knew there would be scars, but the worst of the blackened and blistered parts had peeled off. Without much hair he did look different, and once that came back, I think Davey would be more comfortable that this was indeed his father. Getting the bandages off was a big psychological lift for Steve too. He had an appointment with the eye doctor tomorrow and was expecting the good news to continue. 

We were sitting in the waiting room until Steve could have his eyes checked for the first time since returning from the hospital in Nashville. Davey was with us, we each thought that letting him be part of the process would help him to understand and reconnect with his father. The doctor called us in and we each waited for him to conduct the examination and give his conclusion about where Steve was and what to expect in the future. 

The doctor first looked into his eyes with a lighted device that magnified the eye. He made a few noncommittal grunts as he was doing his examination, but we could not gauge anything from his appearance. He next took a small light and shined it directly into Steve's eyes, one at a time. 

"Do you see anything?" he asked as he went to each eye in turn. 

Steve said no, then the doctor increased the intensity of the light and Steve said he could see something that time. The doctor made a few notes on the chart, and then spoke to us. 

"The healing is coming along. It is a bit difficult to determine just how well the healing is progressing, this is more subjective now. I think you can stop the eye drops and the eye bandages can come off now as well. You will, however, have to get some eye protection for yourself. You need something that will keep foreign objects out and protect the eyes from direct sunlight. Even though you cannot see much out of them, the UV rays of the sun can get in and damage the inner parts of the eye. The healing has not progressed far enough along to see into the eye's interior, but I assume you knew this would take more than 2 weeks. I would like to see him every 2 weeks to measure progress and hopefully healing will be seen. You can start to get back to more normal activities. I would like to see you do some moderate physical exercise, perhaps walking. Nothing too strenuous but you need to keep in shape. You can do other normal activities as you like, but be aware of any discomfort and stop if you are bothered by it."

We left with a mixed bag of news, Steve was glad to be able to stop most of the meds and have all the bandages removed. He was, however, hoping that the eyes would be better and his progress faster than it seemed to be going. Still, we tried to make the best of the news and to celebrate we stopped for lunch at the burger joint where Steve and I had originally met. 

*****

I would be going back to work starting Monday of next week. I had been off for the past 3 weeks and needed to go back. My boss had told me to take as much time as I needed, but I knew things would be tough on those there without me and Steve could take care of himself at home for now. Maybe it was selfish of me, but I also wanted to get out of the house and back into a more normal life. Steve had also been in contact with his boss and had been told pretty much the same thing. They would wait for him to return, but did miss him so hoped his return would not be too long in coming. 

The Sunday night before I was to go back to work, Steve and I were lying together in bed. Actually, I was laying on top of him, my pussy holding his stiff cock as we spoke. His promise to ride me like I had never been ridden was still unfulfilled, but each of us thought it better to wait until further along in his recovery for something that strenuous. I was slowly rocking on him as we spoke. This is something we did almost every night when life was normal, and trying to get it back would help that feeling of normalcy return. 

"You aren't upset that I will be going back to work tomorrow, are you?" I started. 

"You know I will miss you. I understand you cannot stay home and entertain me all the time, but I will be lonely for the first days." 

"Davey will be here with you, he will keep you busy." I offered. 

"I just hope that I can keep an eye on him, so to speak. He is a good kid, but the thought of being responsible for him in this condition worries me a little." 

I admit I had a few concerns about this matter, but decided Steve was capable of handling just about any kind of situation I could foresee. "You will do fine. I know he is in good hands." 

I could see the worry on Steve's face, so started rocking a bit faster to take his mind off that concern. I had missed this closeness we had in bed, and I missed the feel of his hard cock in me more than I realized. As my pace had increased, I felt Steve start to push his cock up inside me to meet my new pace. I stopped for a minute, putting my hands on his chest. 

"You just lie there, I will take care of things for now. You can't be exerting yourself too much just yet. Let Jackie take care of your cock for now." 

Steve had a questioning look on his face, although not being able to see what his eyes would have showed, I had to guess. I leaned down over him a bit, and then started squeezing my pussy muscles around his cock. I would squeeze then let off, alternating the feeling like that in a continuous cycle. I had first tried this with Steve shortly after we started sleeping together, and although it took some effort on my part, the feeling was intense. I know just how much Steve liked it and I so wanted to make him feel good after his ordeal. 

As he felt my pussy squeezing and pulling his cock further into me, Steve got a big smile on his face. 

"You haven't done this for a while. Are you sure you remember how?"

I kept pulling his cock further into my pussy, giving it an extra hard squeeze at this taunt. "I remember." Was my only comment. 

Steve did have a point, I remembered how, but had forgotten just how much effort was required. I was willing to put the effort into this, I wanted to bring us both some of the pleasure we had missed for the past few weeks. I was supporting myself with my hands on Steve's chest and as time passed, my effort was making me perspire which soon started dripping on Steve. He reached up to brush away the drops of sweat which seemed to be collecting on my nipples before dropping off. He massaged my tits and pulled the nipples as I moved. I was getting wetter by the minute and I could feel the size of Steve's cock in me increase as his climax was getting closer. I doubled my efforts, now using all the muscle control I could muster to pull and squeeze at his tool inside me. I had missed this as much as he had, and I needed to come just as badly. 

"Come on, baby, play with my tits. I want to feel you touching me all over. I want you close and I want you now! That's it, pull my nipples too. I'm going to come soon, come with me!" 

I was at the point that I could no longer control my movements, instinct took over and I started jamming myself onto Steve's cock as I was lost in the feeling. I wasn't so far gone I could not feel the pent up energy of his own orgasm, shooting hot semen into my hungry pussy. He was now pushing up into my pussy as he came, not willing to be a passive participant any longer. I was coming and crying at the same time. The last weeks had been such a burden on both of us, and now here together, making love, we were starting to get back some of the past we had together. I was happy and sad at the same time. 

*****

My happiness was short lived... 

Steve's eyes were improving, and for that we were both grateful. Over time he would notice changes that we would mark as a milestone and wait for the next step to follow. The problem was, however, that as he reached each milestone, he would expect the next to be more dramatic and come more quickly, and when that did not happen, he grew frustrated. In the beginning, seeing more light was like a miracle. Then after a bit, he could see colors in that light, then after more time, see movement. The doctor we saw every other week was pleased with his progress and optimistic that his recovery was coming along well. 

After about 2 months of recovery, we saw the doctor and he announced that he could see enough of the eye behind the scar tissue that he was 95% certain there were no injuries other than the corneal scarring. He was very upbeat at this, but Steve had latched onto the 2 month time frame as an endpoint, not just another milestone. He was upset that he could not see any better than he could 2 months earlier, at least according to him, and this led to more frustration. He became more withdrawn, easily angered and began to slide into a depression. 

Our relationship had deteriorated as well. He did not say it, but I knew he resented me for being able to leave the house and drive where I may want to go. He could not do this, he was dependent on me or someone else to take him where he might want to go. The problem with this was that he did not want to go anywhere. He was self-conscious about his appearance and did not want to leave the house. His face had mostly healed from the burns, and although there was scarring and hair loss that would not return, his appearance was not far from what it had been before the accident. Since he could not see himself in the mirror, he was certain he was hideously disfigured despite my attempts to tell him otherwise. 

We argued more often and things were tense between us at home. Sex had become more infrequent and it was just a physical act without the joy and intimacy that had been there before. My own life had become much more stressful since I had to handle many of the things Steve did in the past and could not or would not do now. I had bills to pay, housework and similar chores. I needed to deal with the medical insurance company when they screwed up the billing, and in general my time was filled. I would come home from work and both Steve and Davey would demand my attention, each vying for time. 

David was also becoming a problem. He was smart like his father and was starting school this year. We had each been working with him before Steve's accident to get him a head start on his education. We would read to him and work with him to learn the alphabet and numbers. Now I had little time and Steve could not do as much as he did before, even when he found the desire to try. Davey had become more disrespectful around the house and this became a source of conflict for Steve and me. He was home all the time, but did little to discipline Davey when he would misbehave, so the task fell to me and I was becoming the wicked witch. After he started school, I got reports from his teacher that he was disruptive in class and would not follow directions. 

*****

Steve's accident was about 3 months behind us and I was making dinner. Steve and Davey were sitting at the table as I worked. I had a tough day at my job, and was not in a great mood anyway, but when I asked Davey about the latest complaint from his teacher, he gave me one of his smart-assed answers. Steve did not say a word, and something inside me just snapped. I was holding a glass serving bowl and raising it above my head, gave a great 2-fisted overhand slam straight to the floor. The glass bowl did not fare well against the granite tile and shattered into a thousand pieces. Davey had seen my face as he sassed me and with the crash of glass, he jumped from his chair and ran to his room to hide. 

"What the hell..." Steve exclaimed. 

I just slumped down into a chair and started crying, my head in my hands. 3 months ago I had the perfect life, a loving husband, a beautiful son and a successful career. Now the world was crashing down on top of me and I didn't know what to do. I heard Davey crying as he had run out and after a few seconds, I heard Steve push his chair back. I glanced up long enough to see through my tears as Steve fell over the chair he had pulled out. He was swearing as he caught himself with his hands, then got up and followed Davey down the hall. I was paralyzed and could only sit here crying over my lost happiness. I could hear Davey crying and didn't even want to go to comfort him I was so deep in despair. 

I guessed it was about 20 minutes later when Steve came into the kitchen carrying Davey. 

"We have to go now." He announced. 

I heard the words, but the meaning escaped me. "You're leaving me???" This wasn't helping and I could only cry more. 

"Jackie! Snap out of it. We have to get to the emergency room. David has to get some stitches." Steve shouted. 

I looked up and finally my eyes focused. Davey's feet were bound with some of the gauze that I had used to cover his father's burns. I could see the crimson stains on the bottom, even now getting bigger. Davey was in Steve's arms, his head buried on his shoulder and crying softly. I saw that there were bloody handprints on the back of Davey's shirt where Steve's hands were holding him. 

I felt like I was in a dream, I was moving like molasses to get my purse and car keys. Each step I took caused more glass shards to be crushed to dust under my feet. Thinking about the broken glass, the blood and all the tears, I wondered just what I had done. 

I don't remember the drive to the hospital, I don't think I wanted to believe this was happening again. We went into the emergency room and the nurse called for more help as soon as she saw all the blood. Steve told her that he had tripped while carrying a glass bowl, I had assumed he would announce my rash action to the world. They took us back into a cubicle and got to work. Davey had been sobbing quietly, but started up again as he got the first shot, this one to calm him and reduce the pain. He got the next, a tetanus booster before the pain medicine had taken effect, so he was doubly hurting. Fortunately, he got woozy soon and was almost out by the time the doctor started picking glass out of his feet. Steve sat beside him as one of the nurses did the same with his hands. He did not get the full pain shot, just locals to each of his hands. I could only stand back and watch as the result of my tantrum came into focus for me. 

We got home from the hospital after midnight. Steve put Davey to bed in his room, the shot keeping him asleep and not feeling any pain. I went to our bedroom, took off my clothes and just fell onto the bed, not knowing how our lives had gotten to this point. I heard Steve in the kitchen sweeping up glass. He was there for some time before he came into the room with me. 

*****

Steve walked into the room and just stood there. I know he could not see me but I felt his eyes trying to focus on me as he contemplated what to do. Finally, he came over and sat on the edge of the bed. 




Driving Jackie Ch. 04



"Jackie, we have to talk. This can't go on." 

I got a feeling in the pit of my stomach, almost as though someone had punched me. "Do you want a divorce?" I asked, not really wanting to hear the answer. 

Steve's voice was calm, much more so than it had been for some time. "I don't want a divorce, I love you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I don't want to lose you. I won't be surprised if you want to divorce me, though." 

Steve was sitting on the side of the bed facing away from me. I tried brushing away my tears and then sat up and moved beside him. "I don't want a divorce either. I love you and have wanted you since the first time we met. I just want us to be a family again." 

Steve was sitting with his head down and his shoulders slumped as he spoke. "I want that too, but I am afraid." 

"What are you afraid of?" I asked. 

"I am afraid that I won't be able to take care of you and Davey. It is my responsibility and I am not sure if I can do that in the future. I don't know what to do, only that I have been a disappointment for the past few months." 

I put my arm around his shoulder. "You have always done a good job of taking care of us. I know you will always do a good job." I could see a tear starting to form in the corner of his eye. 

"I don't know how I can if I don't get my eyesight back. What will I be able to do? How can I do my job of taking care of you two?" 

"You have always found a way to do whatever you set your mind to. You are the smartest person I know. I have faith you will be able to overcome any challenge you face. I am not worried about our future if we can get over this rough spot." I said as I tried to sound as convincing as I could.

"Logically, I know you are right, but now this is tougher than anything I have ever had to face. Maybe it is just unknown, but I am still afraid I won't be able to do what you expect me to." Steve whispered, his voice starting to crack. 

"I have faith in you. I know you can win here, you just need the proper motivation." 

"Don't you think I know that? Don't you think the future of our family is motivation enough?" Steve responded. 

"I wasn't trying to suggest you don't have enough motivation. I cannot imagine what it is like to be in your situation. I only know that if you think the reward is good enough, you will do what is necessary. Remember the first time we slept together? You wanted to get into my pussy, but I would push you away. You had to work to get in and stay there, but you did it. I guess my pussy was motivation enough for you to work for it and in the end, you did. You could easily have just told me to stop fooling around and let you push in without effort, but you fought for what you wanted. Isn't this just like that, the future of your family is something you will have to fight for." 

"I know you are right, Jackie. My logical side can see it all clearly, but the emotional side of me has doubts. Right now, my emotional side seems to be winning." 

I pulled him closer to me, "You have always been logical. I know that with a bit of time and consideration, you will be able to figure something out." 

Steve sat and thought a minute before speaking again. I thought he had calmed down some with our talk, but suddenly he started crying as he sobbed "You know what scares me the most?" I can't remember your face! I try to imagine what you look like and in my mind all I see is a blur. The edges have faded and there is no detail. I don't want to forget you!" 

I didn't know what to say. I couldn't imagine not knowing his face. Was memory that fleeting that 3 months of time could erase my face from his mind? I had no idea the emotional pain he was experiencing. We continued to talk through the night, discussing things we should have resolved long ago. By the time the sun had come up, we had discussed many things and hopefully come to some understanding. 

*****

I wish I could say that our talk had resolved all issues and our lives were back to normal but that did not happen. However, we had made a start. We each had insights into the other's concerns and that allowed us to work out issues between us. Steve's eyes were still healing but he had resigned himself to waiting for improvements as they came. We were seeing the eye doctor every month now instead of every 2 weeks and the doctor felt that the progress was good. Steve contacted his employer and made arrangements to come back on a part time basis at first. They worked out accommodations for him so that he could get into the office and contribute without feeling as though they were offering him charity. 

I still had to assume more of the responsibilities around the house than I had before his accident, but Steve tried to do more to help me where he could. With him out of the house a couple days a week, he did not always need my attention to entertain him each evening so I got a respite from that task. He had also come to believe that his appearance was not as bad as he had assumed, so going out in public was less of a chore for him. 

Davey had also settled down. He thought his foot injuries were the result of his insolence and we did not try to tell him otherwise. I know it was a little dishonest, we never would have hurt him intentionally, but sometimes an omission is not quite the same as a lie. He discovered that he liked school once he put his mind to it. Just like his father, I think he was going to go through at an accelerated pace, but for now we were content to let him learn at his own speed. 

*****

Christmas would soon be here and we had an appointment at the eye doctor. 6 months had passed since Steve's accident and we would be seeing the doctor for the last time. He examined Steve and pronounced him healthy and fully recovered. 

"Your eyes are about as healed as they will get. They are stable and I don't expect any changes in the future. You have a fair amount of scar tissue and as you know, this interferes with your vision."

We both knew that, particularly Steve. He had been able to regain a portion of his vision, and with the aid of some seriously thick glasses, he could see enough to do what he had to. 

The doctor continued "You have several options at this point. We can try to remove some of the scar tissue. This will be a very delicate operation, we would have to cut away small bits of tissue slowly, and then hope the result will offer better vision. The operation would take a couple of hours and then your recovery would be similar to what you have had to experience for the past few months. There is, however, the chance that the operation itself will result in more scar tissue forming after the surgery." 

I looked at Steve and he at me, and then I asked "What are the odds that the surgery will be successful?" 

"I would say about 90%. I can't say how much better the vision will be, but it likely will be a definite improvement." 

I looked at Steve to see if he had any comment, but he was listening and pondering what he had heard. 

The doctor then added "There is also the possibility of a corneal transplant. This procedure will involve removing your damaged corneas and replacing them with healthy corneas from a donor. This has become a pretty common operation and you would be a good candidate. I could put you on the list and you probably would have a donor within 6 months or so. This would give you almost perfect vision again. The downside to this is the time waiting for a donor and the possibility of rejection. You would need to take anti rejection meds for life so there are some drawbacks. You can talk about your choices, there is no hurry. However, if you do decide on the transplant, getting your name on the list as soon as possible will get you a donor sooner. Let me know what you decide." 

It was Steve's decision since it would affect him the most. I would support him whatever direction he chose. I expected he would thank the doctor then we would leave to discuss the various plusses and minuses. 

Steve started "I made a promise to my wife a few months back that I would not spend another night in the hospital away from her. I intend to keep that promise. I can see well enough now with these glasses to function, and most importantly, I can see Jackie's face. I don't need any more than that!"