8 comments/ 10116 views/ 10 favorites Eagle Scout By: CFBwriter Pure Fiction. Many thanks to my editor Windy Swimming, who went way above and beyond on this one. ***** I roused myself from my torpor, realizing that I had just been staring at the hotel room wall. I had checked in a bit earlier after spending the day flying cross-country. I had unpacked, then blanked out, just waiting until time to get dinner. Well, it was time. I hate business travel. I hate eating alone; I hate evenings alone; and I hate sleeping alone even more. No matter where you go, it's always the same. Oh well... I headed down through the lobby and noticed an attractive woman sitting there alone. She was shutting down her laptop, apparently after taking advantage of the free WiFi available in the lobby. This was back in the days when hotel room connections were neither free nor reliable. I stopped and watched her for a moment - no-nonsense dark shoulder length hair, pleasant face, conservative business outfit, mid-height heels and a good looking body. Hell, I had nothing to lose, so I decided to take a chance and walked up to her just as she was about to leave. I said, "Hi, pardon me. I just noticed you seem to be traveling alone and wondered if you would like to get dinner together. I really hate eating alone." For some reason my stomach tangled in a knot. She gave me a look equal parts sizing me up and annoyance. I waited while my stomach tightened further. After a moment she asked, "Who do you work for?" I told her, she grunted, and after another seemingly long moment said, "Ok, let me dump my ball and chain." She headed off down a hall with her computer. I watched. She was relatively short and definitely had a good body. I sat down to wait for her while I tried to get my stomach to relax. She came back fairly quickly. I said that I just planned to go to the Italian Grill across the parking lot, but if she had a better idea that also would be fine. She shook her head and we headed across the parking lot. Once we had ordered we finally started a normal conversation. It turned out she shared my annoyance about having to travel, so we had something in common. She was in marketing for a tech firm. I'm a product engineer for another tech firm. I guess that's why she asked who I worked for. After all, one can't be seen having dinner with the competition. As we ate, gradually she opened up and so did I. We both talked about our kids, our hopes and dreams for them (which did not include lots of business travel), our jobs and possible retirement plans. She mentioned only that she was divorced about three years but didn't talk about either the husband or the divorce. So I mentioned that I was divorced five years and also skipped the details. I couldn't talk her into dessert. She made the point she was also on expenses and paid for her own dinner. After we signed our credit card slips, neither of us was in a hurry to leave and the restaurant was hardly full. I bought us both another glass of wine and we continued to talk. At some point she lightly placed her hand on mine and left it there. The warmth was doing strange things to me. I think I got a cramp holding my hand absolutely still so not to scare her off. Did I mention I'm a klutz around women? But when she announced, with apparent regret, that it was time to go, I had already decided to take another chance. "Eating alone isn't the only thing I hate about traveling," I said. "In fact, it's number two or three. I suspect you know number one." Wariness had crept into her eyes, but she didn't stop me. I plunged ahead, "I'm totally inexperienced at this, so please forgive my awkwardness. I think you are very attractive. I would be very honored ... happy ... if you would be willing to spend the night with me, even if it just meant we cuddled together as we slept." Damn! I chickened out there at the end. I'm really inexperienced at this. Her reaction caught me completely off guard. Tears welled up in her eyes. She jumped up without saying a word and headed for the door. We were outside before I caught up with her. "Please, please! I didn't mean to ..." Geeze, what was it I didn't mean to do? She stopped suddenly and sharply turned to face me. Lit by the parking lot lights, I could see the wet tracks of tears down her cheeks. Her eyes held fear, not anger. Now I was completely confused. I shut up and waited with what I hoped was an empathetic expression. It took her a few moments. She closed her eyes and said, "I'm not what I seem." Not enough information - I kept my mouth shut as the image of a transvestite performer I had once seen flashed through my mind. That was not helpful. She looked at me, "You think I'm attractive?" "Yes, absolutely!" She looked to the side and spat out the words, "I'm a breast cancer survivor - radical mastectomy! " I waited. Apparently that was all. Oh ... radical ... missing breast ... or breasts. I responded as softly and calmly as I could. "I'm the survivor of a multiple coronary bypass with scars up and down my chest and legs. When I see them in the mirror, they just remind me I'm still here." I allowed myself a small smile. I looked her up and down in an obvious manner. "And in your case, I still think you look damn good!" I dropped the smile. "All this wear and tear is just testimony that we have lived and survived. They are badges of honor. Having been there, in a sense, any scars you have just make you more attractive to me." Her eyes snapped. Suddenly they showed anger and defiance. This woman had been hurt badly. I suspected the cancer had something to do with the timing of her divorce. She turned back to the restaurant. I followed her into the bar. She found an isolated booth and ordered both of us another glass of wine. I waited. Once the wine arrived, she started to tell her story. She had a good marriage when she got her diagnosis almost four years ago. Her husband had been completely supportive - listening to her fears and pain, going with her to all the appointments, acting as stenographer so they never forgot anything the doctors said, and so on ... He was model breast-cancer husband. That is, until she came home from the surgery. He still held her and listened to her, but there was an awkwardness that just wouldn't go away. Eventually, she felt strong enough to attempt sex. He was initially enthusiastic, but when he reached out to touch her naked body, he froze. She attempted to take his hand and place it on her chest to show what still felt good and what didn't. He pulled away. Things went downhill. He started sleeping with his back to her. He stopped holding her, talking to her. Once the doctors gave her a date for finishing the chemo, he announced he was leaving her. He packed quickly. In an incredible act of cruel stupidity, or stupid cruelty, he told her she was "damaged goods" and he couldn't deal with it. He even slammed the door on the way out. I had been holding one of her hands with both of mine as she talked. After a moment I quietly said that her ex had just made my very short list of people whom I would happily kill on sight. She shook her head no. She said the divorce had gone quickly without further acrimony. He gave her sole ownership of their house, custody of the kids, and even accepted her demand for a punitive sum of cash for her pain and suffering. She had been making more money than he so she was financially OK afterwards. He apologized, but the bond had been broken. "It's been over three years," she continued, so softly I could barely hear her, "and there's been no man in my life. I haven't dared and I'm scared as hell. Now, are you sure you want to deal with all this?" Good question, did I? Well, I certainly wasn't going to back out now. I looked her straight in the eyes. "If you're brave enough to chance it, my offer stands. I meant what I said in the parking lot about scars. I'm sad and angry that your ex was so cruel. I don't know if one night will change anything, but maybe it's time to reclaim that part of your life." I paused and gave her a big grin. "And yes, you ARE very attractive to me." Her tears had stopped; there was still some fear in her eyes. She nodded. We got up and left leaving wine glasses still half full. In the lobby she said she wanted to "freshen up" and asked for my room number. "See you in about ten." She said and headed down the hall. In my room I quickly straightened things up a bit (men can be such slobs), brushed my teeth and used a washcloth to get rid of the worst of any stink. I didn't put underwear back on when I dressed. I opened the door slightly, turned down the bed and waited impatiently. After fifteen minutes I started to seriously worry that she had changed her mind. I didn't know her room number and knew only her first name. I would have trouble reaching her. Then there was a soft knocking on the door. "Entrez s'il vous plaît!" I pronounced it badly. The door swung open. She stood there in a pose with one hand high on each side of the door jamb, her hips cocked out to one side with knees crossed. She dazzled in a short black evening dress. It was one of those dresses made of a light wrinkle-proof material that could be wadded into a corner of a suitcase "just in case". Her dark hair was now loose, framing her face. The dress had a ring collar around the neck. It came down from the collar over her bosom leaving her shoulders bare. A thin belt defined the waist. Then it flared gently over her hips forming a loose flared skirt that ended about mid-thigh. She had very long legs and was almost short waisted. Finally, black nylons and heels finished the stunning effect. "You ... you changed! For me?" I stammered. Catching my composure, I continued, "Damn! You are gorgeous and drop-dead beautiful. It's time to bring back the wolf whistle!" She smiled happily and stepped into the room letting the door swing shut behind her. She cocked her hips the other way and stopped with her hands on her hips. "So, are you a breast man or leg man?" she demanded. I was a little surprised she didn't trip over the word. "Actually if anything, I'm a bit of an ass man," I replied. And a bit of a voyeur, I didn't add. She cocked her head and strolled toward me with an exaggerated hip swing while smirking. Her skirt actually made noise as it swished back and forth. As she strolled past, she caught her skirt and started gathering it up in her hands as she walked. After a few more steps she stopped, legs apart and slowly lifted the back of her skirt the last foot or so to her waist and bent forward slightly. She wasn't wearing any panties. I wasn't breathing. Beautifully rounded buttocks, pink asshole, swollen pussy lips, wisps of public hair and lo-o-ng legs, all displayed for me to enjoy. She swung her hips back and forth while watching my reaction over her shoulder. I basically was stammering wordlessly and had to again compose myself. "Damn, woman,!" I exclaimed. "Are you trying to give me heart failure?" I caught her eyes. "Seriously, you are now officially the sexiest woman I've ever known!" She turned to face me, unfortunately dropping the skirt as she did. I suddenly felt thrown out of heaven. "You really mean that?" "Absolutely!" I was happy that my cock started to push noticeably at the front of my pants to reinforce the point. She put on a playful, pouty expression. "And will you respect me in the morning?" She put a perfect whiny edge on it. She was really putting on an act. I laughed gently. "Hell, yes! Written testimonials and a gold-plated pedestal. I'll also make love to you in the morning if you let me." She laughed happily, relaxing visibly. "I'll hold you to that. I like those kind of mornings, especially after spending the entire night making love. My plane leaves just after noon, so I'll be in no hurry." So this was to be a one night stand. Better make the most of it. I held out my arms to her and she slid into them. Our lips met for the first time, both mouths open - no coyness here. Our lips brushed lightly against each for a moment. Then I started exploring her lips with the tip of my tongue. Her tongue did the same for a bit - then retreated to invite me in. My tongue started exploring her mouth and her tongue played with mine. We both kept the pressure light for a while. Neither of us was in a hurry, but these things take on an imperative of their own. She tightened her grip around my neck and pressed her mouth hard against mine. The dueling became quite intense. Our breathing became ragged. We finally broke our first kiss. She staggered back a couple of feet with a hand on her chest, catching her breath. She looked at me with lust in her eyes. I just grinned. Well, maybe I leered. She threw her arms around my neck again and pressed her mouth against mine in another passionate kiss. I started stroking her back. She squirmed against me as her pubic bone dug into my growing erection. I gradually shifted my stroking from her back to her sides. She responded by pulling her elbows down, blocking my access to her chest. When the kiss broke, I hugged her gently and asked, "Are we reverting back to high school?" I looked in her eyes and some of the fear was back. "You are beautiful to me, and I'm going to see you sooner or later. Besides, I need you to show me what feels good." She was tentative - the playful mask fallen away. "I know," she replied quietly, "just take it slow. I'm not normally the type to jump into a cold pool." She lifted her face and I kissed her again. I stroked her back and butt. Her butt was so nice, round and firm. I unzipped the back of her dress. She clung to me tightly. I stroked the bare skin of her back and unhooked her bra. All the time I kissed her slowly and passionately. She was still rubbing herself against my erection. I then ran both hands down over her butt and started gathering her skirt up into my hands. I caressed, squeezed, scratched and played with her naked ass. It was all I dreamed of - firm, perfect. After completing those explorations, I started lifting her dress up her back to take it off. She broke the kiss and looked in my eyes again with apprehension still in hers. My heart went out to her. I smiled gently. She moved back a bit and ducked her head to allow me to lift her dress over her head. I straightened it out and tossed it onto the easy chair. She pressed her body back against mine, still holding her bra in place. We kissed some more. I continued to caress her naked back and sides. She was shuddering at my touch. She worked a hand between us and loosened my belt and unzipped my pants which unceremoniously fell to my ankles. She held my cock with one hand while pushing my polo shirt up with the other. She broke the kiss and was breathing hard. I lifted my shirt off. She tucked her head into the nape of my neck and just held on for a few moments, immobile. "God ... damn it! I need an icebreaker. Take me - right now! You're an ass man? Take me doggie style - now!! Please ..." She didn't wait for a response. She turned to face the foot of the bed next to us. She violently pawed at the bed to pull the covers down. She held her arms to her sides so her bra stayed in place. One pillow had come down with the covers. She grabbed the pillow and climbed onto the bed, spread her legs, and dropped her head and shoulders onto the pillow. Her bra finally fell away, but I didn't care. There was that beautiful ass and pussy staring at me. I knelt down and started to spread kisses across her cheeks and the tops of her thighs. I brushed my nose back and forth across her wet pussy. I drew in a deep, intoxicating breath of her musk. She squirmed her ass in protest and rotated her hips back to expose herself even more. Her natural aphrodisiac almost knocked me over. I was dizzy and no longer in complete control. I surrendered to her need and stood shaking my slacks and loafers off. I was hard, my cock standing out and actually bouncing slightly with my pulse. I pressed it down to align it with her wet canal and pressed gently. She moaned loudly and immediately pushed back against me. I was giddy with the view, the smell and the heat of her vagina gripping my cock. I held myself deeply inside her rocking back and forth, fore and aft, trying to regain control. She continued to press back. She started to shake her butt and her whole body demanding that I start moving. I pulled back slowly and thrust hard. As my body surrendered to the moment, I just allowed the sensations to wash over me - the heat and smooth flow of her pussy over my cock, the cool air when I pulled back, the feel of her butt in my hands as I kneaded, squeezed, pushed and pulled, her moans, the smell of her, all mixed together. Time stood still. Gradually her moans got louder. I increased my pace as her tension built. Her release came with loud expletives, body convulsions, and a very credible attempt by her pussy to grab and hold my cock. I was fascinated watching her. She was totally throwing herself into the sex. Her orgasm went on for a long time. She started to come down and then got swept up into a second orgasm. Through it all I thrust when I could and just held my cock deep in her when she was thrashing about. Finally she was clearly coming down. I continued slow thrusts. Somehow, I had managed not to cum which was fine with me. I would save the energy for later and be ready again sooner. Finally she was done. She collapsed to one side and rolled on her back with her eyes closed and her forgotten bra still lying on the bed. Her left breast was full, sagging out a bit, just a tad larger than average, and still very firm. A large nipple stood tall and erect in the middle of a large but light areola. It looked perfect. Where her right breast should've been was crossed by a gash of swirling scar tissue. Her long legs hung off the bed mid-thigh stretching the muscles of her belly flat. Her belly button was an "innie". Her bush was dark, thick but tightly trimmed. The lips of her vulva were swollen. They separated just a bit revealing the hood of her clitoris and the wet, red, slit of her vagina. She was beautiful. It was ironic. Overall, her body was in excellent shape and retained a youthful face and figure. She had taken care of herself. Life and Ma Nature had been kind to her, but then they had taken away the one overriding measure of beauty - symmetry. We typically look for it in our potential mates. She had lost a lot in one sense, but considering the alternative ... I climbed up on one side of the bed next to her. I propped myself on one elbow stroking her hair with one hand while I tenderly caressed her belly, bush and upper thighs with the other. Her eyes were still closed. She made appreciative noises between breaths. Finally, when breathing normally, she took a deep breath and stretched her arms overhead. From her fingers to her toes she was long and sleek with smooth curves. Most women seem to be at their most beautiful and sensual at that moment. She was no exception. She put one foot on the end of the bed and asked, "Give me a boost?" I held out a stiff arm which she used to lift herself onto the bed. I slid beside her and stopped with my face above her good breast. She watched as I bent to lick and kiss the flesh around it. She stroked the back of my head with her hand. I swirled my tongue around the top of the breast, worked outward and wetted the entire surface. I sucked the wetness into my mouth, my tongue flicking and playing with her nipple. I was purring and soon, so was she. My free hand had rested on her belly. I slowed my attention to her breast and slid that hand up to her rib cage by the missing breast area. She was still purring. I carefully dragged my fingertips to either side of the scar. She still purred. Then her voice changed telling me I had hit a sensitive spot. Eagle Scout "Those nerves are damaged and it feels really strange in some places." She said softly, "The rest of it feels good - better than I expected." I took her one nipple between my thumb and forefinger, "What about about pinching, pulling and twisting?" "Should be OK. They used to really enjoy being manhandled." I moved up and reached across her body with my mouth. I left a row a row of kisses from her breast, across her and to her scar. I started to wet it all over but she flinched. "Easy, boy! That damn fake boob in my bra rubs that area all day and it's super sensitive!" I went back to her breast. I used my thumb and forefinger at the base of the nipple to gently push, pull, twist, et cetera ... as I watched her face. Her eyes closed again. She relaxed. She started purring. I began to kiss and nip my way up her chest leaving wet whirls. I gave her wet, sucking kisses as I pretended to give her hickeys. I buried my face in the nape of her neck continuing to kiss, lick and nip. Her whole body shuddered with pleasure. I moved to the other side of the neck - got the same results. We both could feel my growing erection pressed against her upper thigh. It would've been hard to miss. Suddenly she propped up. "Do you like eating pussy?" She demanded. "Yep, you bet! Anytime I can," I replied smacking my lips loudly. "Good, because I don't want to go down on you unless I know you'll return the favor." With that she pushed me onto my back and shifted to attack my rising cock with her mouth and hands. Yikes! One hand held, scratched and squeezed my balls. The other wrapped around my cock's base as the rest was enclosed by her mouth. Her tongue teased and teeth tickled. She licked, sucked and slurped. My nerves sang out in delight, fully stimulated and begging for more. Soon, my body was completely rigid. Then it arched into the air. A high keening sound emanated from my throat. She stopped and asked if I wanted her to continue. Of course I did! However, I really wanted to cum in her pussy. So with great effort and reluctance I squeaked out, "No! But let's try this again later." My breathing slowly calmed down. She continued to softly stroke my cock with one hand while tracing spirals around my belly button and nipples with the other. Once under control, while stroking her head, I said, "Ok, your turn. Do you want to sit on my face or just lie back and let me do the work?" "Oh-h," she cooed, "I haven't had anyone ask me to sit on their face in ages!" Immediately, she was on her knees, moving up the bed to straddle her pussy across my face. I started with soft, gentle kisses on the inside of her thighs. Slowly I tongued with long strokes from way below her slit to above her clit. I kept it slow because already I was so stimulated I was afraid I might cum in mid-air, even if no one touched me. Whatever my reasons, she thoroughly seemed to enjoy herself. As I slowly worked her pussy, I looked across the landscape of her body - the soft curve of her belly, which contracted convulsively each time I tongued her clit, to her rib cage and finally, her asymmetric breast. The missing breast no longer automatically drew my eyes. This woman sharing my bed was as alive, as enthusiastic and just plain as sexy as ever I could hope. An orgasm ripped through her body. Her belly convulsed spasmodically. Her white-knuckled hands gripped the headboard. Her upper arms pressed against her sides as if to hug herself. Her shoulders hunched forward with her head down, eyes closed and mouth open. Her whole body rippled and shook with contractions. Her hips jerked back and forth across my face. I watched and adjusted my stimulation to keep her going without pushing too hard. Finally the orgasm subsided. She let out her breath in a long, loud, pained moan. She kept her eyes closed. Her body motions became more fluid. Soon her body rocked on my face with a full rolling rhythm from head and shoulders down to hips. She slid her pussy up and down my face. Her fast, ragged breath slowed to match the body rhythm. It was if she swam the butterfly stroke in slow motion. I opened my mouth and managed to get a suction lock on the area around her clit. I rocked my head to maintain the contact while my tongue played games with that small, stiff trigger. She started to vocalize each breath with a single word mantra: "yes-s-s ..., yes-s-s ..., yes-s-s ..., yes-s-s!" I slid an arm around her torso and started to roll her nipple in time with her movement. The next orgasm was completely different. She slowly climbed the crest. The gradual increase to the mantra's volume and her rolling motion's speed were the only hints. Her hands were no longer on the headboard. Her arms were overhead balancing the motion of the rest of her body. Her belly started to contract hard each time her hips rocked forward. Her mantra changed to a sharp, explosive "Yes!" with each thrust. Her motion lost some smoothness but she rode the crest with the same rhythm that brought her there. She continued the motion with slowly decreasing intensity. I broke my suction around her clit and played my tongue around her honey hole. She was sopping wet. Finally, she collapsed with head and upper arms against the wall. I got her to lift a bit and slid out from under her. I sat up, had her fall back into my arms and lowered her to the bed. She was thoroughly relaxed, eyes still shut, arms and legs spread randomly. She pulled up one leg with the knee out to the side. She was a completely natural and satisfied woman without shame or embarrassment. Gently I stroked her hair, belly, breast and nipple, pussy and thighs. She came around slowly opening one eye, then the other. Her eyes focused on me and they lit up happily with her whole body smiling. I easily could have fallen in love with her then. Maybe I did. She grabbed me around the neck and pulled me into a hard, deep, slow, passionate kiss. Then she fell back, laughed a bit and croaked, "Do we have anything to drink?" Reluctantly I peeled my body away from hers and said, "Water, Pepsi, or red wine, and dark chocolate to top it off." "Pepsi please," she replied, "I need the energy!" That sounded good. I had a six-pack in the small fridge. I popped the tops of two giving her one. I grabbed the Lindt dark chocolate and tossed it next to her on the bed. Then I flopped back down and splashed some cold Pepsi onto her warm thigh. She yelped. I licked it off, taking the time to be thorough. As she drank, she talked appreciatively about the evening so far while looking around the room. Anytime she made eye contact with me, she got this huge, silly grin on her face. That nicely stroked my male ego. When she finished her Pepsi and half the chocolate, she quickly disappeared into the bathroom. I turned down the lights significantly, piled the pillows up and lay back with my shoulders on the pile. I lay there contemplating what to do next when she returned and sat on the bed's edge. She started to stroke my thighs. "Ok!" she announced firmly, "Your turn. I don't think you've cum yet. What can I do for you? What's your favorite way to take a woman?" "With a look of joy on her face!" I shot back laughing. "That's assured in any case," she replied seriously, "so the question still stands." I thought for a moment. I'm not used to asking for anything. Usually I'm too busy figuring out what "she" wants. My attention gradually focused on her size. She was smaller than any other woman I'd been with. I had often wondered what it would be like to have a small woman riding me, where I could take hold of her and move her to my needs. "I know it's a wee bit conventional, but right now I want to start with you riding me. Then I can watch you slide up and down my cock while I play with your beautiful body. When I'm ready, I'll take the top and do my best to nail your ass to the bed frame!" Ummm ..." she said with the smirk coming back and one eyebrow cocked, "sounds like a plan! Now relax and let me get it started." She shifted up the bed and kissed me, softly dragging her lips and tongue back and forth across my lips. With one hand behind my head, the other wandered my body. I love being caressed all over and I told her so. Soon she trailed tender kisses down my neck and shoulders. She rubbed her face in my chest, softly kissed, nipped and sucked my tiny but highly reactive nipples. All the while her hands caressed my sides, belly, chest, thighs inside and out, plus my cock and balls. My cock hadn't completely relaxed. Swiftly it rose now to the occasion. It jumped to each touch and stroke. A few times, she slurped it into her mouth and I momentarily would lose it. Once she grabbed around the base with thumb and forefinger, pulling that tight ring all the way up its length. A large, glistening, clear drop formed at the tip. "Oh look, pre-cum!" she announced with an excited little girl voice. Then she proceeded to spread it all over the head with her thumb. When done she then licked it all back off like a child with an ice cream cone. My body was rigid more often than not by this point. "Ok, big boy," she announced, "show time!" She straddled my hips but held her body high enough so she could drag the head of my cock up and down her slit. I watched fascinated as a drop of her lubrication collected on the head and ran down the shaft. I moved my hips futilely trying to thrust up into her. After a while my body was rigid again and my head thrown back. "Watch closely." She nearly whispered. I looked down just in time as she held me at the threshold, rotated her hips to start my penetration, lifted and dropped short distances. Slowly she took my cock completely inside her body. I have no idea how I maintained control. She held me deep and continued to rotate her hips while feeling the fullness within her. I saw a quick shudder pass through her. "I'd forgotten how good that moment feels," she said softly, barely moving. Once she was ready, I used my hands to guide her. I started her lifting until I could see and feel the circumcision ridge pop past her opening. Then I had her drop back down, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly. I watched mesmerized as her body stroked the full length of my cock over and over. It was one of those moments when one happily could die. As in my imagination, her small size allowed her to be much more active than I was accustomed to. I was lost in the perfection of the moment. I threw my head back. With eyes shut, the sensations took over all of my brain. I held back, desperate to maintain control and prolong the agony. She stopped moving. "No, love," she said quietly when I opened my eyes. "I want your raw energy. I want you to lose control and explode inside me. Please don't hold back. If you want more later, I'll be here." Oh - I pulled out the pillows, reached out to her and eased her down on top of me. At first she kept her legs folded at my sides as she lifted and dropped her hips rapidly the full length of my shaft. Meanwhile, I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and held her tight against my chest with her face tucked into my neck. As I slowly rolled us over, she straightened out her legs, hooked them behind my knees, pressed her pubic bone hard against me, all while still rotating and thrusting with her hips. She was holding nothing back. For a few moments we made love on our sides. Her arms wrapped around my sides and up my back, holding tight. My hands cupped, kneaded and caressed her ass while we kept up a steady rhythm. After we completed the slow roll, she pulled her legs up and hooked her ankles behind my waist. As she adjusted herself, I lifted my chest off her and looked at her beauty. I opened my mouth to praise her, but she quickly touched a finger to my lips. "Don't tell me, show me! If you think I'm beautiful, ravage my beauty and claim it for your own! You promised to nail my ass to the bed frame! Take me! I want to be sore when I sit down for the next week! Own me!" She spoke with face set hard and challenging, eyes dazzling in fierce intensity. I've been with women who talk dirty, others that don't talk. I've never before been with a woman who demanded that I just be a pure, unadulterated ... well, male. With her words, the pressure in my skull rose rapidly. I slipped both arms under her shoulders so I could hold her in place while I thrust. I lifted my torso to leave enough breathing room for her. I tossed away all those years of sensitivity training, and just thrust hard, savagely, selfishly. "Yes-s-s!" She hissed into my chest as she dug her nails into my back. I let go of "Mom, Apple Pie and Father-Knows-Best" and all other trappings of civilization. I roared my lust. I pulled back and slammed into her as hard as I could, over and over. Her fingernails continued to dig into my back, deeper with each thrust. Feeling her claws in my back, I unleashed the animal in me. I lost all conscious control. Ravage, I did. Take her, I did. Own her, I did. Rip her open, I damn well tried. I rocked us side to side to side to get deeper. I dug my toes into the bedding to push harder. The thrusts came fast, hard and deep. I showed no mercy, no concern for tender, delicate flesh - no civilized sensibilities whatsoever. Now she owned me. My entire being was my invincible sword plunging into an insatiable sheath. I was a semi-conscious fucking machine. My reward was her claws ripping into my back. My explosion came out of nowhere with no warning. I held myself deeply inside her, actually trying to crawl up the bed into her. As time suddenly slowed, I could feel my cum moving along every inch of its journey from inside my body to inside hers. Her body bucked under me. I thrust and held again ... and again ... and again. I collapsed just to her side. On automatic, my body kept pushing into her. Her hands relaxed and let go. We both were panting, heavily covered with sweat. I had just run a marathon, uphill, both ways, and was in ecstasy. After a few moments, we stopped moving. She asked me to lift for a moment and straightened out her arm pinned under me. I lay back down lazily stroking her hair while her fingers stroked my back. We soon fell asleep just like that. As usual during the night, I would half-waken to shift position. Always, I found her close and always, I fell back asleep holding her. One time I awoke we were spooning - her back against my front, my arms around her, holding her one breast. Her arms were over mine keeping them in place. It took a moment to realize what woke me. I had a major dream erection, sandwiched between us somewhat uncomfortably. I reached down and gently prodded her to lift her leg. She did. I quickly placed my woody between her legs, pressed up against her sex and she dropped her leg. This was so much more comfortable. I snuggled up against her intending to go back to sleep. Apparently her pussy had other ideas. Her hips started moving so my cock rubbed along her pussy's slit. I felt it slip between her labia. Fingers enclosed my shaft's tip, pushed it harder up against her pussy and rolled it side to side while she continued to pitch her hips fore and aft. I slowly increased my movement with her. After a while, she shifted her hips - rotating far backwards and pressing my cock's head against her opening. I popped inside and her softness and warmth flowed over me. I pushed forward as she pushed back. Each of us made adjustments to get the angle right. Slowly, we built up a common rhythm. We lay together as we had slept - my arms around her and a hand tenderly massaging her breast. Our orgasms came as gentle crests. We sped up our movements only a little. I was awake enough to feel every inch of relative motion inside her and every contraction of her pussy around my shaft. When her contractions suddenly came stronger and faster, I pressed harder. This was so wonderful, so loving, so connected - no demands, no rituals, no questions. As she came down, I peaked. Again, we kept moving. The motion created intense sensations while my cum spilled into her. I pressed harder once again. My seed filling her pushed her to one more crest. Her pussy squeezed my cock as my orgasm receded. The movements died away slowly, we snuggled together again, falling back asleep. I'm not sure if either of us were ever completely awake. I startled awake to the telephone's jarring sound, grey morning light, and an empty bed. I'd forgotten about the wake-up call I'd placed. The ring reminded me that a breakfast meeting with my sales guys awaited me in a half hour. But first, where was my bed partner? Once my brain was more awake, I could hear noises from the bathroom and noticed her dress still draped over the desk chair. So I relaxed, got up, dug out and turned on my cell phone. Then I called one of the sales guys. She wandered out while my call rang. As I made my excuses and confirmed that the actual meeting with the customer was at ten, she knelt down in front of me and playfully started to suck my cock. She stroked my belly and legs, scratched my ass and generally completely distracted me. I managed to finish the call without going into a high falsetto. I then grabbed her, pulled her up and kissed her hard on the mouth. She gave back as good as she got. When we broke, I asked, "Sleep well?" "Yep! Every time I changed position I could feel cum running down my leg!" "Since you like it so much, I'm glad we took the time to refill you last night." "That was real? Oh, goody! I was afraid I'd dreamed it!" I tried to give her a serious look. "We both have fairly hard stops about nine, right? She did some quick mental calculations and then confirmed, "Right." "That's only a couple hours. Do you want to order breakfast or skip it?" She ran her tongue around her lips obscenely. "If you can survive on pussy, I can survive on cock!" I could make a habit of this lady. "Be right back, don't go anywhere!" I told her as I headed for the bathroom. When I returned she lay on her right side facing me. Her right arm was folded in front of her so that it hid the missing breast. My brain automatically filled in that detail. Her left arm lay atop the curve of her ribs and hip. Her neatly trimmed bush provided an arrow pointing directly to the Holy of Holies, the Temple of Venus. I leaned on the corner of the room, openly stared at her and shook my head. "What?!" She demanded. "You didn't think you were beautiful? 'Playboy' occasionally does special editions dedicated to older women - over 25, that is. If I took a picture of you right now and sent it in, you would be a shoo-in!" While I said this, she slid her left leg up to an A-frame position, opening the doors wide to the inner sanctum. "I love hearing that, even if I don't believe it for a moment!" I moved toward the desk. "I'll prove it, I've got my camera right here." "Don't you dare!" She almost shouted. Her leg was back down, she was on her belly and there was a touch of panic on her face. "I don't need naked pictures of me running around the internet!" "Too bad," I said as I dove into a belly flop beside her, "it would give us old farts some real hope!" I pulled her to me to kiss her and explored her with my free hand. We were both in a playful mood with friendly jabs, tickles and bites mixed in with caresses and tongue action. When we broke, she sat up. "Can I be serious for a bit? I owe you big time! You pushed me over this last obstacle. My confidence in myself and my sexuality is not only back, I think it's stronger than ever before in my life! Thank you!!" She looked down for a moment. When she looked up and spoke again, her voice dropped in pitch. "What can I do for you? Is there anything special you would like from me?" I was gently stroking her side including the edge of her breast. "Just continue to be your fantastic, playful, sexy, self," I replied. Eagle Scout "Is that all?" All? "That's more than I could have imagined asking for before last night ..." "Well, you said you were an ass man. I've been sort of surprised that you haven't asked for more uh, 'doggie' style or, you know, back door." She dropped her head again. I lifted her chin and laughed silently. "Being an ass man, for me, refers to what I like most to look at for stimulation - like that show you put on when you got here last night. Yes, 'doggie' style gives me some wonderfully erotic views. It gives me incredible control of you. Yet for those same reasons, I find it a bit selfish. With the short time we have, I'd rather watch your face, share and make sure we're both getting fucked silly!" "What about the other?" She asked, almost whispering. I finally got it. I can be dense. "Back door? Not a major thing for me. I've tried it a few times, but usually got so excited with anticipation, plus not really knowing what I was doing, I only lasted about two seconds!" She giggled. "What about you, was it something you wanted to try?" I asked gently. "What? Oh. No. I've never really been tempted, but if it was, you know, important to you, I would be happy to let you." The statement hung in the air. I could feel my own bond to this woman growing. I would never be completely rid of her for as long as I lived, even if I never saw her again. "Thank you," I said simply. "And ... I really don't mind when you take complete control of me, when you use me for your pleasure. It ... fills some dark need in me," she said with such a sweet smile. A little shudder went through my being. She leaned down and started wet kisses around my nipples, worked her way south and slowly shifted her body around. When I started to pull her completely around to 69 position, she sat up a bit and inserted a finger into her pussy. Then she put her finger in my mouth and told me to suck it for a while. She played with my navel, worked down to rub her face in my bush and then began to caress my rising cock. She nibbled it down like an ear of corn and licked it back up. She tongue batted the head around, circled the base with a finger and thumb, then squeezed so it popped straight up. She proceeded to lick it like a popsicle, from bottom to top. Finally, when she slid her mouth over the head, it was more relief than anything else. She also finished moving into a full 69 position and I luxuriated in her aroma and taste while she slowly played with my cock. I can't do a proper job of eating pussy, or anything else, while someone is sucking my cock. I let her take the lead and focused on the sensations that filled me. After a moment, she rested her face inside my hip with my cock pressed to her lips. It was her turn. I licked up the crease between each thigh and labia. I laved the long slit where labia met. I burrowed my mouth between the labia over her love canal, started to tongue flick, probe and circle while I rubbed my face all over her pussy. Like her, I kept it light. I gradually moved down to her clit. I set up a steady circular motion that aroused her rapidly. Before she could peak, I began to tongue flick back and forth rapidly, barely touching the hood. Her fingernails dug painfully into the backs of my legs and she let out a high-pitched moan. And so the pattern was set. I can't remember everything we did to each other over the next hour. We took turns exploring and pushing the envelope with each other, trying all sorts of positions one after the other. There is mostly a jumble of images left in my memory. At one point, she lay on her side with one leg straight up, along my belly and chest, as I knelt on her other leg and pumped into her. Another time she was on her back, head hanging over the bed's edge while I was across her, one of her legs between my mine and the other pulled up out of the way. I could feel my cock's head nudge her cervix with every thrust. We interspersed intercourse with oral, allowing me to maintain control. She seemed to stay on the verge of an orgasm as I stayed far enough back to keep things going. I took her over to the desk, laid her down with her pussy on the desk's edge, pulled up a chair and had breakfast between her thighs. We'd popped a couple of Pepsi's for energy by this time, so I spilled a little cold soda down her sex, then lapped it up. She pulled me around to the other side of the desk without getting up. Her head hung over the edge. She told me to fuck her mouth. She grabbed my ass. In that position, head thrown all the way back, my cock slid deep into her throat. I was buried with my bush against her chin with little effort. Directing me with her hands on my hips, she had me fucking her mouth much more vigorously than I would have thought possible. The sensations were crazy. About an hour into this heavy sex play, I found myself suddenly pushing the point of no return. We happened to be "doggie" style at the bed's edge. I told her I needed to stop for a moment, but I wanted to do something to her that she'd probably like. She just said, "Mm-m-m," without opening her eyes. I pulled out and sat next to her. I slid the middle and ring fingers of my hand into her wide open tunnel. She said, "Mm-m-m," again. As I pressed deeply my little finger fell across her clit and my index finger across her asshole. I started wiggling them all like drumming fingers on a desk. She said "Mm- m-m," again, but at a lower pitch. I added some in-and-out action. Once I pulled out and dragged my middle finger across her anus to lubricate it. She said, "Mm-m-m-m" one more time, but the pitch had gone way up. I gently began to press my index finger into her anus while the other fingers returned to stimulating the rest of her genitals. I told her that this should give her the feeling of being filled like never before. Slowly her anus relaxed. The tip of my finger was in. A bit more stimulation and the first knuckle followed and then the second. Then my fingers were completely inside her, both pussy and ass. I was moving hands and fingers to stretch and stimulate her as much as possible. Her breathing was heavy and loud. She moaned with every exhalation and the pitch was dropping with every breath. I placed my free hand under her belly, both to feel her contractions and to steady her if she kicked her legs out upon orgasm. It had happened before. It did again. I felt the rippling contractions in her belly and merged my stimulus to the same cycle. She suddenly screamed, "Oh God!" Her body went rigid. Her legs involuntarily shot out straight behind her. Every muscle was tense. With my hand still under her belly, I controlled her fall to the bed without losing penetration. I lightened the stimulus on her clit as much as I could but kept up the movements in pussy and ass. The orgasm was intense and hard. She came down slowly and spasmodically. Finally, she reached back and grabbed my hand. "Too much! Enough, enough!! Too much ..." I eased out of her. Then I washed her off with one of the wet washcloths we had stashed on the nightstand. She collapsed on one side. I washed my hands in the bathroom, returned to sit next to her and caressed her. After a few moments, one eye opened, then the other. They gradually focused on me, "Geeze! I may have to change my attitude about an ass-fuck!! That was ... way ... over the top!" Soon she looked around and started pulling pillows down. She piled them next to me and pushed me back onto them. "I promised you we'd come back and do this right, way back when." She spread my legs, knelt between them and slurped my cock into her mouth. No playing or teasing, she just gave me a full, serious blow job. Mouth and head bobbed up and down making sloppy, slurping sounds. One hand wrapped around the base of my shaft, pumping, and the other playing with my balls, perineum and ass. She held eye contact continually as I watched her service me. Sooo ... erotic! Plus, as she had said, way over the top. I had to admit, I hadn't felt this good in years - not even with all that we had done so far. As she pushed me up my crest, I became so sensitive I had to tell her not to suck. Then my body went rigid. Slowly I arched, cock up and out for her, legs straight and muscles locked. My ass rose off the bed, back arched, arms straight and locked and hands gripping the outside of my thighs. I felt the peak approaching, my body began to shake starting in my thighs, moving up through my groin and into my belly. In the distance, I could hear my own bellow. I felt like I was rising higher and higher as my tension and the shaking got stronger. Then deep inside me, I felt the liquid fire collect and the first contraction start. My cum burned its way through my body gathering speed. It exploded into her mouth as my body jerked upward. Already the next ejaculation had gathered and started. I lost conscious awareness of everything except the flowing fire within me and the collection of sensations around my cock. I was floating, exploding, drowning, expanding and reaching higher to the sky. The orgasmic state broke suddenly. There was no more. The fire was out. The convulsions continued though, squeezing out the last drop. I collapsed back onto the bed, unintentionally jerking my cock out of her mouth. She moved to reclaim it, but I grabbed her arms and pulled her up to lie on top of me. I kissed her deeply and pressed her body into mine with my arms. I could taste myself in her mouth. My eyes were still closed, and I was still disoriented. I kept kissing her as the energy and tension continued to dissipate. Finally, I broke the kiss and my head fell back. She dragged her fingernails down my side and my whole body jumped. "Ah-ha!" She said. She started pulling pillows out from under me lowering me back on the bed. She straddled me on all fours and proceeded to softly, so softly, caress my body with hers. Her breast lightly dragged back and forth across my chest. Her belly's skin brushed mine. Then she began to brush her labia up and down my thighs, cock and belly. The sensations were new and I finally had to look. The sight of her, legs spread as she straddled me, labia swollen and pulled apart, hooded engorged clit, and inner labia swollen and reaching down - all brushing quite lightly across my skin like a velvet glove. She kept this up until I had completely recovered consciousness. I took her face in my hands and arched up to kiss her again. "Welcome back!" She said, grinning. "I thought I was going to lose you there for a while!" "Ah, first you kill me, and then you nurse me back to health! You have officially won a Sexual Olympic Gold Medal. Give me a minute and I may figure out which one." She chuckled and hopped off the bed with way too much energy. She retrieved the last two Pepsi's and the last of the chocolate. I noticed she swayed her hips deliciously as she walked away from me, but not as she walked back. She had all the right instincts. We sat on the bed and chatted lightly as we devoured those empty calories. When the chocolate was gone, she wadded up the wrapper and tossed it in the general direction of the trash can without looking to see if she was even close. When I drained my Pepsi, she took the cans and placed them on the nightstand. She straightened out the bed as well as she could. I actually got off and helped her. She rolled onto her back in the middle of the bed. Her legs were casually spread, one arm above her head, the other at her side. She just looked at me - no smile, no playing, no distance, just there, waiting for me to claim her. I rolled onto the bed and cuddled against her side. "Damn, this feels good," I mumbled into her hair, "I better be careful or I'll fall asleep." That earned me a gentle prod in the ribs and then she began feathering my hair caressingly. I stroked her front - the soft smoothness of her breast, belly, thighs; the damp coarseness of her bush and back to the sensitive orphaned breast and nipple. She cleared her throat. "I have one last request. When you're ready ... take me ... make love to me one more time. No athletics, no competition, just gently make love to me. I want to feel your weight on me, feel you moving inside me, feel your strength wrapped around me protecting me. That's the feeling I want to take with me when I go back out there." She said nothing further. I continued stroking her body and kissing her. She was still quite aroused and now vulnerable again. After a while, she was ready and I wasn't, so she eased me on my back and we switched roles. Her touch was soft, loving and it drew me deeper into her space. Gradually my body responded as it recovered from all we had done already. She decided I was ready and pulled me over on top of her. I rubbed my cock's head up and down her slit a last few times. I then placed the head at her opening and looked into her eyes. She smiled and whispered, "Thank you, again." I pressed and she lifted her hips up to meet me. I slipped inside. After a couple of strokes we again settled into a mutual rhythm. Even when I changed up patterns, she hardly missed a beat. She kept looking into my eyes. Yes, it's a cliché; her eyes were pools within which to get lost. They were getting deeper and darker as her arousal increased. Once I tried to roll us to shift position. She stopped me and gave a tiny shake of her head. We both slowly increased the pace as lovemaking moved towards its inevitable conclusion. Her eyes slowly fluttered shut. She tightened her grip around me. For about twenty seconds time stood still as she teetered on the edge. Then I thrust a little harder and ground myself into her soft flesh. She was over and gone. I kept thrusting and grinding, pushing her through her orgasm, as she tried to lift us off the bed. As she began to come down, I was pleased to find I had just passed inevitability. I hadn't expected to cum at all after that blow job! Without thinking, I whispered "I love you" into her hair as the convulsions swept through me. My ejaculations were hard and between thrusts I held myself deep, grinding against her as what little cum I had left spilled into her body. While I came down, she arched against me again. All I could do was hold on to her hips and hold myself deep in her through her final crest. We slowly stopped moving. I rolled her on top of me and lifted a leg between hers to hold my flagging cock inside her. We lay there allowing the glow to slowly dissipate. She stroked my face and sides and I remembered the passion of her nails. I stroked her back. I don't know what she was thinking, but I felt several warm tears drop on my chest. Finally, she pushed herself up and looked at the clock, groaned and collapsed back against my chest. "You've got a meeting and I've got to pack." she mumbled sadly. We shared one more hug and a gentle kiss. She rolled off me, collected her clothes, and was dressed in seconds. She ran her fingers through her hair. I grabbed the pen and pad by the phone. "Much more happened here than I expected. I so much would like to stay in touch with you, even if we never actually get together again." There I was, chickening out again at the end. She smiled. "Give me one of your cards." As I went to get it, she continued, "You've changed me or I've changed, however you want to say it. I need a little space to let the change settle and see where this leaves me, where I want to go next." I gave her the card. "Wherever that is, I hope there is a little room for me." She got an impish look on her face. She took the pen from me, turned the card over and spoke each word as she wrote: "For ... a very ... very ... very ... good ... time ... call ..." I felt a flash of anger. I tried to keep my voice calm. "I may have started looking for a good time, but I may have found a lot more. I don't want to lose the opportunity to find out for sure." She looked at me, barely meeting my eyes, "I know, me too. And it scares me. But all this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't talked me into ignoring my fears, so ..." After an awkward moment, she went to the door, stopped and turned around. "Damn it! I can't leave it that heavy. Me too! When I'm ready, we'll give ourselves another chance, OK?" She gave me a big grin. "That was the most fun I've ever had concentrated in twelve hours! I loved it. I loved loving you and being loved by you! My life had been drowning in anger and fear. You pulled me out and ... really ... saved my life. Of course I want to see you again! You're my Eagle Scout!" She ran over to me, kissed me quickly, then ran back to the door and was gone. I wondered idly what the Merit Badge looked like. I didn't want to think about how empty this room would be tonight. ***** If you made it this far, thanks for reading this. Please vote, and if you have a specific comment, please. 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