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Finding Each Other

By: onlyinadream



Rain pounded against the roof of the apartment complex and against the windows of each unit. The trees groaned in protest as the wind attempted to uproot them. Lying awake, Greg stared at the window and watched the water pour down. It was the largest storm of the year, and Greg was glad to be lying in bed as icy water poured down outside. He sat up slowly and reached around until he found his television remote control. He turned it on and blinked as the TV brightened the previously dark room. 

Lying in bed watching television suited him. He was a recently divorced thirty one year old, still trying to readjust to the single lifestyle. He flipped through the channels and checked the clock. Only a few minutes after midnight, on a Friday night, now technically Saturday morning. He sighed and continued flipping through the channels. He wondered if he should be out mingling in singles bars, but laughed at the thought, remembering the few disastrous occasions when he had tried that before he had met his ex-wife.

He finally found a good program, and was settling comfortably in to watch it, when his phone rang. He muted the television and got out of bed. He frowned as he walked to the phone, wondering who would call at midnight. Brief visions of family or friend emergencies flashed through his mind as he reached the phone. He took a deep breath and picked it up. 

"Hello?" he said calmly.

"Hello Greg?" a female voice greeted him, "This is Sandy from work." 

Sandy worked in a different department, but they had talked a few times. At the Christmas party about a month ago he remembered exchanging phone numbers with her. They had spent almost the whole party getting to know each other, and Greg had felt like they had really made a connection. After the party he had found out she was married and the next time they talked it had been much more subdued. Greg remembered how disappointed he had been after he found out; because she was the first woman he had felt strong feelings for since his divorce.

"Oh hey Sandy, uh, what's up?" Greg said, trying not to sound as confused as he felt, and not really succeeding.

"I'm really sorry for calling so late, did I wake you up?" she said. 

"No, I was just sitting around," Greg answered.

"This is going to sound crazy and horrible of me, but I didn't know who else to call, and I had such a great time at the Christmas party with you, and your number was one of the few in my purse that I thought could help me, and I know I must sound like a wreck, I still can't believe I'm calling you out of the blue like this…" Sandy's voiced had started getting higher and higher in pitch as she talked. Greg frowned and tried to interrupt her.

"Sandy, Sandy, its fine. I'm glad you called, are you all right?" Greg said quickly. She paused on the line, and he heard either a laugh or a sob and then she took a deep breath.

"Honestly, no I am really not, but that aside, I am kind of stranded." Sandy paused and waited for Greg to respond.

"Stranded? Where?" Greg asked.

"I was driving around trying to think of what to do, because I, I've just, well, I was driving around in this horrible weather, and my car just died. I don't know what the problem is, I checked the engine but I don't know what's wrong. I know this is horrible of me, and I'm sorry to even have to ask you, but I was wondering if you could pick me up and take me to a hotel somewhere." She finished, her voice barely held together. She sounded as though she had been crying and Greg's first thought was to ask why her husband wasn't going to do it.

"I can come get you, sure," Greg said, "where are you?" She gave him directions, thanking him profusely and apologizing constantly. "Ok, it will take me a little while to get there, I live half an hour from where you are, not counting the rain."

"Oh that's fine, I'm just so glad you can do it, however long it takes is fine." Sandy replied gratefully. 

They hung up and Greg quickly changed. He put on long pants and grabbed a thick jacket quickly. He grabbed his keys and wallet and left. He hadn't remembered how badly it was raining, and the time it took him to walk from his apartment to his car was time enough for him to get soaked. He climbed in his car quickly and started it. He turned the heater up and pulled out of the complex.

It took him about forty five minutes, he had horrible visibility and he had to watch for the roads to be flooded when he got out to the area she was stranded in. He finally saw a car parked to one side of an empty road. He pulled up behind it and saw someone moving inside the car. He turned off his lights and got out into the pouring rain. He saw the other car's door open and someone emerge.

"Sandy?" Greg called out. 

"Yeah," she said as she walked over.

As she got closer, Greg saw that she was soaking wet. She had a purse clutched in her hands and she was shivering. She was wearing jeans and a sweater, but the sweater was thin and was drenched as well. Her hair was plastered against her neck and face, and her face looked ashen. When she got close to Greg, he let out an exclamation as he saw her face closer. Her skin was white and her lips were blue. Greg ran forward and pulled off his jacket. He wrapped it around her and helped her to his car. She got in his car, still shivering with extreme cold and Greg ran around the other side. He got quickly into the drivers side and turned the heat up to the maximum and pointed all the vents at her. 

"Thank you so much Greg, I will be fine in a minute," Sandy said in a shaky voice.

"Do you have anything else you need from your car? I can go get it," Greg asked.

"No, I can get it tomorrow," Sandy replied.

"Are you going to be all right? You look frozen; you might have hypothermia or something," Greg asked.

"I'll be fine, I'm feeling better already," she said quickly, but continued to shiver. "When my car died I got out was fiddling with the engine, trying to see what happened, I got completely soaked and then I couldn't turn my car on for the heater. Then I waited for like half an hour before I called you, because I wasn't sure what to do."

Greg turned back onto the road and started heading back towards the main roads.

"I don't know any hotels around here, do you?" Sandy said softly.

"Not really, I know of some near my apartment. Um… Did something happen at your house?" Greg asked.

"Yeah, I left my husband. I should have driven straight to a hotel with this weather, but I felt like I needed to clear my head, so I just started driving around, why I chose a deserted area I have no idea. Thank you again for getting me," she said meekly.

"Oh really, its no problem, I'm sorry it took me so long."

They drove in silence back towards Greg's apartment for ten minutes. Sandy stopped shivering and Greg began sweating with the heat on. Sandy was still leaning forward soaking up the heat though, so Greg left it on full blast.

"I don't know what the situation is with your husband, but I have a spare bedroom at my house, it has a couch that is pretty comfortable, and I haven't had company in a long time. It would be no problem," Greg said carefully.

"I couldn't do that to you, I've already inconvenienced you enough," Sandy said quietly.

"You need a shower and to get out of those clothes, I have plenty of extras at my house, and with no car, I can drive you around tomorrow, getting yours fixed and stuff." 

"I don't know..." Sandy said slowly.

"Of course it is totally up to you, I don't want you to feel pressured or anything, but you would be more than welcome to stay in my guest bedroom tonight, since it is pretty late already." Greg said quickly, and then wondered why he was pushing so much.

Sandy and Greg drove in silence for a few minutes and then Sandy sighed and looked over at Greg.

"To be perfectly honest, I would love to stay at your place tonight, and not have to deal with a motel and my lack of transportation, but I don't want to inconvenience you any more than I already have."

"You can just owe me one, really, I would love to have you stay," Greg said.

"Then I accept, and thank you again, o savior," Sandy said and smiled for the first time of the night. Greg smiled back and they rode in silence for a while. Greg brought up something about work, and they both relaxed and talked about mutual acquaintances for a while, until they neared Greg's place.

They both hurried through the rain and up to Greg's apartment. He opened the door quickly and turned on the lights. They stepped into the living room and Sandy handed Greg his jacket back. He gave her a tour and she put her purse down in the guest bedroom. 

"I can't believe you keep this place so tidy. I am constantly cleaning up after my husband, from dishes, to clothes, he feels he needs to leave a trail wherever he goes," Sandy said.

"Actually, my ex-wife was kind of the same way. I was the one who did the dishes and laundry," Greg said with a grin and showed her to the bathroom.

"I actually did the laundry today, so these towels are clean, which you are more than welcome to use. Do you want to take a hot shower now?" he asked.

"Sure, you mentioned something about dry clothes for afterwards?" Sandy asked.

"Of course, follow me," Greg led her into his bedroom and pulled open his closet. He grabbed a sweater and a pair of folded sweatpants. He looked up at her as she looked into his closet in an interested manner.

"Go ahead and grab any of the t-shirts you'd like," Greg said.

Sandy browsed through all of the too large shirts, until she got to the very back. She pulled down a small white t-shirt that was smaller than the other ones. 

"That's an old undershirt of mine, I forgot I still had it. It's probably the smallest shirt have," Greg said.

"Well, it will probably fit all right," Sandy smiled. She inspected the sweat pants he gave her.

"These will be way too big, but they have a tie, so hopefully they will work for one night," Greg said.

"Its more than enough Greg, this is just fine. I'll go hop in the shower then," Sandy said.

"Okay, oh, before you go, are you hungry? I was thinking of making a small snack, would you like something?" Greg asked.

"Sure, that would be great. I'll be out in a few," Sandy replied.

Sandy walked into the bathroom and closed the door. A few minutes later Greg heard the shower start, and he walked into the kitchen to find something to eat. After an unsuccessful search of the fridge, Greg decided to make some toast and began doing so. He made six pieces and left them on a covered tray on the kitchen counter. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat on the living room couch, waiting for Sandy to finish her shower. About ten minutes later, he heard the shower stop. Another few minutes after that, he heard the bathroom door open.

Sandy emerged in the white t-shirt and sweat pants. She had wrapped a towel around her hair and the color had returned to her face. Greg glanced at how the clothes fit and found his eyes drawn to her chest. The t-shirt was designed for men, and it was tight around Sandy's breasts and loose around the shoulders and stomach area. It was obvious she was braless because he could see her nipples outlined against the tight white material. She smiled at Greg and held out a bundle of clothes uncertainly. 

"Do you have a bag or something I could put my wet clothes in? I'll need to wash them soon, but for now just a bag or anything would work," Sandy asked hesitantly. Greg blushed and nodded quickly.

"Of course, I have a spare laundry basket you could use; I'll grab it for you. Go ahead and help yourself to some toast if you'd like, or anything else in the fridge. Be right back." Greg walked quickly to his room and brought out an empty basket. She put her clothes in the basket and he set the basket inside the guestroom. 

Sandy walked to the counter and examined the toast. Greg followed her and got out butter and jam for her. Greg got her a drink and they moved to the couch to eat their toast.

"So, if you want to talk about anything, I'm here to listen as well as provide cheap late night snacks," Greg said with a smile.

"Oh you shouldn't tempt me, if I started I doubt I could stop," Sandy replied and shook her head.

"I'm a good candidate for venting if anyone is, I've gone through a similar experience recently myself, so I know how parts of it feel," Greg said quietly.

"Yeah, that's part of why I called you instead of someone else, I thought you might understand. How long has it been since you got divorced?" she asked.

"Officially divorced three months, she moved out a month before that." Greg said softly gazed at his beer before taking a drink.

"Things have been going wrong in my marriage for almost a year now," Sandy said. She took a deep breath. 

"I told him I was leaving tonight, and he got angry. I've left before, but I always came back. Tonight he did something that I will never forgive him for though. I told him I was leaving, and I went up to pack some clothes for a few days, and he came up after me, and grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out of the house, said if I was going to leave, to just fucking do it. I think it strained one of my shoulder muscles, but the shower really helped," Sandy said quietly.

Greg frowned and felt a surge of anger. He hated men who would use physical force against women, and it must have shown on his face.

"I know Greg, I will never go back to him now, our marriage was over a long time ago, it just took tonight to make me see it," Sandy smiled weakly.

"My marriage was ended just as quickly, when I listened to a message on my answering machine from a guy, telling my wife that she had forgotten her purse at his house," Greg said quietly.

"Ouch," Sandy said.

"Yeah," Greg said. "Are you sure your shoulder is all right?" 

"Yeah, it's better now." She said and set her drink down. She sank back into the sofa and smiled at Greg.

"It feels great to be warm and dry," Sandy said and closed her eyes as she lay back against the sofa.

"Are you tired? The bed is already made up if you are," Greg asked.

"I'm relaxed, but not sleepy. I'm pent up from today; I know I couldn't fall asleep yet."

"I understand," Greg said quietly.

"Do you want to watch a movie Greg?" Sandy asked quietly.

"Oh, sure. Well, actually that might be a problem. I have a bunch of DVD's, but it was my wife's DVD player, and I haven't gotten another one yet. The TV in my bedroom has a VCR built in, but I don't think I can move it out easily," Greg said.

"Oh," Sandy said simply, "Well we could watch it in your room," she finished.

"Yeah, we can, It's just that, you know there is only the bed in there. It's plenty big enough for two people though, I just didn't think…" Greg trailed off.

"We're both adults, it'll be fine," Sandy said with a smile. Greg blushed and nodded. He showed her his collection of VHS tapes. After some debate they decided on a light hearted comedy. Greg walked into his room and set it up in the VCR. Sandy walked in a minute later, carrying two pillows from the guest bed and the large blanket that had been on the bed. Greg fiddled with the VCR some more and Sandy got on the bed. She set the pillows up and lay down facing the TV. She had left more than half of the bed open for Greg, and Greg walked over and carefully lay down.

Greg fast forwarded through the coming attractions and the federal warning signs until the actual movie was on. He stretched out and propped his head against several pillows. Sandy wrapped herself up in her blanket and they watched the movie in silence. 

After the movie had been on for fifteen minutes, Greg began to get cold. He sat up and was going to get under the covers on his side of the bed, until Sandy spoke up.

"Cold?" she asked perceptively.

"Yeah, a little," Greg replied.

"Just share mine," she said quietly.

She scooted herself over towards him and held her blanket out. Greg lay back down and covered himself with half of her blanket. It wasn't quite enough, and so Sandy moved closer to him. He wrapped it around himself and felt her body warmth from under the blanket. She adjusted herself again, and Greg remained still as she leaned against him. 

She held the pillow against her chest, and rested her head against Greg's shoulder. Greg stared at the movie, unsure of what, if anything, he should do. She stretched her legs out and her right leg now lay touching his. They continued to watch the movie in silence for a while. Greg had felt unsure about the slight physical contact at first, but as the movie went on, he began to relax. He came to the conclusion that he was oversensitive, and watched the movie in peace. 

When the movie was about halfway through, Greg felt his left arm growing stiff, and he began to carefully lift it. Sandy lifted her head obligingly, but before he had a chance to put it back down, she scooted over again. Greg did what was natural as her head came down to rest on his chest, which was to just use his other arm to hold her. His arm was resting along her shoulder and back, and she sighed into his chest.

They both finished watching the movie, holding each other. When it was over, Greg used his free hand to turn the television off. Sandy didn't stir and Greg wondered if she was asleep. He looked down at her and she looked up at him in the same moment. She made no movement however, and Greg found he was reluctant to move as well. They sat in silence for a minute or two, when Sandy spoke softly.

"Can we just stay like this?" 

"Of course," Greg replied.

"Thank you," Sandy murmured into his chest. They lay in the dark for another ten minutes, both enjoying the welcome physical contact.

"I haven't been able to hold anyone in a long time," Sandy said. "My husband and I haven't even slept together in six months."

"That's about how long it's been for me as well," Greg said quietly. Again, a few minutes of silence followed.

Sandy tucked her legs up. Greg hastily lifted his arm off of her back, thinking she was going to get up. Sandy put one arm down against the pillow and leaned down on top of Greg. He stared at her, wondering what she was doing, until she got close enough for him to figure it out. He panicked and started to speak.

"Sandy I don't know-" he started, but was cut off as her lips met his. She pressed down gently on top of him, and they shared a long sensual kiss. She leaned off of him for one second.

"I do know," she whispered and leaned forward again. Their lips met again and this time Greg returned the kiss. Sandy put one hand gently on Greg's chest as they kissed.

Greg was going through a mass of emotions, not sure that they should be doing this, but Sandy's soft and gentle kissing was wearing away his inhibitions. Sandy leaned down and kissed his neck. She kissed the edge of his shirt, and moved back up again to his mouth. Greg brought his hand up to cup her face as they kissed. He initiated them sitting up, and their mouths were locked as they moved together into a sitting position. This time Greg moved away from her mouth, gently kissing her cheek, and moving down to her throat. Kissing softly on her skin, he moved down her neck, his lips only gently grazing the tender flesh. He kissed the hollow of her collar bone and moved back forward and they locked kisses again. 

Sandy leaned back and put a hand on Greg's chest. He stopped short and looked at her questioningly. She just smiled and brought her hands to the bottom of her shirt. She slowly pulled it up and Greg stared. She lifted the shirt over her head and then quickly moved in to kiss Greg. He watched as her breasts were freed, and stared at the beautiful sight. Her nipples were hard and as she leaned forward to kiss him, they gently grazed his chest. They kissed for a few more minutes, until Sandy reached for his shirt. He brought his hands down and grabbed his shirt quickly, and pulled it over his head. Sandy leaned forward to gently trace his chest with her fingers. She leaned down and kissed his chest softly, going down to kiss his abdomen and then venturing up to kiss his neck and then on the mouth again.


Finding Each Other



I have had many interesting relationships over the years but none that compares with those of last year. In February, I met a woman who was an investor in a business scheme that I was investigating as a radio talk-show host. She was attractive and looked to be an easy mark for a con artist. I spoke with her and within a few days she had canceled out on her business deal. She invited me for a drink to thank me for saving her money; then a reciprocating invitation to my place for a simple dinner and conversation.

When Sheryl, a 5'4", 110#, green-eyed blonde, showed up expecting champagne to warm up to the night's anticipated events, she instead received passionate kisses whilst I slipped her jeans off, pushing her to the living room floor as I did so, and feasting on her delectable cunt. Following her delightful moans of ecstasy, several orgasms later, we retired to the upstairs bedroom to begin the seduction.

Sheryl is in her early 40's, 'straight' and not into drugs, smoking or alcohol. She dresses professionally conservative and her only fantasy when we met was to be able to spend a whole night with her married lover. Following her last marriage, she had several one-night stands and preferred to "hump 'em and dump 'em" rather than work on a relationship. One of her dates (she belonged to a dating service) invited her to a swing party. He would buy her erotic clothing that she gave to Goodwill. She decided that the date was a voyeur and a pervert, resulting in another rejection.

Sheryl enjoyed my recounting of past tales that created new fantasies for Sheryl. Stories like an ex-wife who would dress in a fur coat, heels and thigh highs for an evening on the town; being sucked off while driving with the top-down in a large metropolitan city; fucking my secretary on my desk and other stories, too many to relate now. I am an investigative reporter in a large city. This allows me the opportunity to meet many people; one of special interest is the proprietor of a major swing club. 

Sheryl and I made only one agreement in seeing each other, that neither of us wanted a committed or monogamous relationship. We both enjoyed the freedom to meet other people and did not want jealous, possessive or full-time partners who inhibited that freedom. Without restrictions, our relationship blossomed and we enjoyed many days and nights of pleasure. She gives the best head in town and could suck my cock dry and then revitalize it for another long sensuous session of lovemaking. She is, fortunately, multi-orgasmic and has many vaginal orgasms along with a silence piercing clitoral one. Her nipples, when sucked and pinched, lead her to a wild frenzy and more orgasms. She is quite unusual in her sensitivity to pleasure. Sucking on her tongue, playing with her earlobe, chewing on her shoulder, pinching the flesh between her thumb and forefinger all cause orgasms. What a lover she is! She credits me for bringing out these newfound sources of sexual excitation.

Sheryl now seemed very interested in exploring her own sexuality as she had found someone who cared for her, encouraged her personal sexual growth and was a positive nurturing lover; one who appreciated her independence and was mentally as well as sexually stimulating. She dropped her other lovers (including her affair) and settled in with me. We both enjoyed incredible sex. Once introduced to anal sex she went wild and now begs for it often. I remember that first time vividly. She was hot and wet from multiple orgasms resulting from my cock pounding away in her cunt. I took some of her pussy juice and inserted my finger in her ass. I replaced my finger with my thumb. My cock was slippery with her come; I placed the cockhead against her nether hole and she pushed back against me while on her hands and knees, allowing the head to slip in, followed by seven inches of my member. Sheryl mewled with delight. She had her first orgasm from anal penetration. Then I came! 

She started to read the Variations and Forum Magazines lying on the bed stand, getting fired up, hot and wet with each issue. At first she found some of the stories and letters hard to believe but, as you will see, they served as validation for a lifestyle to come.

We talked of fantasies and other things. We enjoyed watching X-rated videos at home. Surprisingly, Sheryl had never seen an X-rated movie. I had been planting images in her mind of how good it would feel to have one cock in her mouth and another in her cunt; how it would feel to suck on another woman's cunt while I was in her ass. I thought that she would jump at the chance for the former. Instead, Sheryl said she was intrigued with the thought of exploring a sexual encounter with another woman. The idea sent incredible shock waves through my body. Isn't this every man's dream: a ménage a' trois with two women? I was now truly determined to give Sheryl (and me) her wish. 

As I am a consummate networker, I remembered Crystal, 33, 5'1" about 100 pounds, a CPA who I bedded on several occasions. She had expressed her own feelings that she was bisexual. Having never had an opportunity to find out, it was simply a fantasy she shared with me. A phone call on a Sunday noon brought Crystal to my home to meet Sheryl. The three of us drank coffee and Kahlua and later began to hug, kiss and fondle one another. I had to go upstairs and Sheryl suggested to Crystal that they should get it on with me. They came upstairs and Crystal started to get real passionate. Our necking led to our clothes being literally torn off, one by the other. Sheryl joined us and took part in the activities at hand. 

We raced to the bedroom. My cock was at attention. Sheryl sucked on my cock until it glistened with her saliva. Crystal begged for my cock and Sheryl pushed me on top of Crystal and helped slip my cock into her tight, waiting cunt. Sheryl said, "Pump her hard, I want to eat your come out of her cunt." 

I fucked Crystal with her legs over my shoulders, on her back, on her hands and knees. Then I came, pulled out and Sheryl started sucking up my come from Crystal. Crystal took my cock in her mouth and got me ready to go again. I started to fuck Sheryl from the rear and she came several times. Sheryl and Crystal got into a "69" position and started having simultaneous orgasms. I took turns fucking each of them and then pulled out and watched the two of them make love and satisfy each other. Several hours later, the three of us just cuddled and talked of this new adventure, falling asleep late into the night.

Sheryl and I discussed this first ménage a' trois the next day. She needed me to talk with her about my feelings for her and those for Crystal. Sheryl was able to process the scene and have a better understanding of her wants and needs. She felt reassured. She was growing!

Sheryl was coming out. We went to a dance that swingers go to as a lead generator to find others who enjoy the lifestyle of "play couples". Sheryl looked quite fetching in a little cocktail dress. She loves to dance and is quite gregarious. Another couple at our table quickly changed to comfortable dance clothes (it was a beachwear night). We were not able to bring other clothes as straight friends dropped Sheryl off at the club and I had just finished work and was dressed accordingly. We danced and watched as others shifted into some touchy, feely situations. It was a turn-on for us. I asked Sheryl if she wanted to take off her panties. She did, and when we danced she was wearing only her cocktail dress, heels, and thigh highs. I maneuvered her to where the couple from our table was dancing. They reached out to us and we danced as a four-some. The other man had his hand under Sheryl's dress and was playing with her very wet cunt. I was doing the same to his partner. He took her top off and I slipped down Sheryl's dress top. 

There they were. Breast to breast; kissing each other, sucking tongues and feeling each other's cunt. We males were merely encouraging and caressing the active participants. Both women had noticeable orgasms. The nearby dancers turned and watched as they held and fondled each other.

Sheryl danced with other men who excited her by reaching under her dress and playing with her cunt. She would touch them and stroke their cocks when exposed. One she even 'got off' to her surprise, his come splashing on her hand and the dance floor. Neither was expecting it.

On the way home we talked about the eroticism of the evening and the feelings it created. We were both seeking closeness from this new form of "sharing" with others. Once home, we stripped each other quickly and fucked and sucked all night long (the next morning was a Saturday and neither of us had any commitments). It was the first time that Sheryl went "around the world", taking a load of come in her mouth, cunt and ass. 

Our communication was taking on new levels of intimacy and sharing. Fantasies of us with others began to emerge. It was quite an adjustment from our "traditional" past relationships. Our non-committed agreement was looking more and more "committed without exclusion" of others.

We started to rebuild Sheryl's wardrobe. Bustiers, short leather skirts, sexy 'little-nothing' black cocktail dresses. Thigh-highs, high heel pumps, see-through tops, pasties, garter belts, open panties. Of course, everything was tasteful for the professional woman who was fast becoming my personal slut. She glowed in her new image . . . and her new love. I, too, basked in this glow. I continued to recount stories from my past, A New Years Eve when my ex-wife sucked me off from under the table cloth in a busy restaurant; the time I had sex at the LAX baggage claim area; fucking in the middle of the day at a beach near Monterey. Sheryl told of her wild past flings and remembered times she had passed up because of shyness and inhibitions. All of which she was overcoming now. The restrictions of the past were overshadowed by the openness of her mind. We were both intoxicated by the new freedom we shared.

On a warm summer day we went to a barbecue at the swing house that belonged to one of my radio guests. Sheryl was uneasy but felt comfortable when she recognized her former university professors. We couldn't stay too long because I had to fill in for a vacationing staffer at the station. However, we did get the grand tour and watched one couple play in the video room. She read a book while her male partner went down on her. Laughable, at best. Sheryl and I talked about the scene and what we liked and didn't like about it. 

We went back several weeks later. Her former professor was there as well. Sheryl sat between us on a couch. We took turns kissing her, rubbing her back and massaging her legs. He started to undo her dress top and I unhooked her front hook bra. Sheryl's breasts are firm and small. About a 34B. We each sucked a nipple; she started to have a climax. He kissed her. Sheryl is turned on by passionate kissing. I slid off the couch and pushed her legs farther apart. She was only wearing her thigh-highs and skirt. I started sucking her cunt lips between my lips. She came. Her juices flowing into my mouth. Every one of the 30 other people in the room watched this rite of initiation. 

We stood up and she walked between us in a delicious delirium. Her beautiful chest was exposed for all to see as we took her into the mat room. He and I undressed Sheryl. We fell onto the mat completely naked with Sheryl between us. We took turns kissing her lips and sucking on her nipples. She came again and again. I fed her my cock. She sucked on it feverishly. I kept pulling it away as I didn't want to pop off too quickly. The professor started to suck on her greedy cunt. She bucked and arched her back to another wrenching orgasm. She pushed the professor away, rolled him on his back and hungrily sucked his cock, pulling away when she felt him about to come. I got behind her and pushed my cock in from the rear. More orgasms. Finally she moved forward and impaled herself on the other man's cock and rode him until he could no longer hold back, all this while she continued to suck my cock. He and I came and she had her cunt and mouth filled at the same time. The three of us cuddled. We broke up the threesome. Sheryl and I went in the Jacuzzi to relax and watch others. Eventually we headed to the video room where I fucked her, my cock in the professor's come. She finished me off with her mouth tasting her cunt juice, his semen and mine.

Next Sheryl started into exhibitionism. Pantyhose became passé, and were replaced by thigh-highs or gartered stockings. She had many of her skirts shortened. Sheryl was a former professional dancer and has great legs. Bra-less with see through or unbuttoned tops became de rigueur. She was a sexy sight. Valets and doormen were often treated to a view of her strawberry blonde pussy while getting in and out of cars. In glass elevators we would kiss and I would raise her skirt so that those looking up could fantasize about that which couldn't be seen. After some champagne at an outdoor wedding reception we were walking back to our car when I grabbed her, passionately kissing her while slipping my hand under her dress and manually bringing her to a breath taking orgasm. Right on a major Coast Highway!

Halloween brought us to a costume party. Dressed as a doctor (gynecologist, of course!) and Sheryl as a Head Nurse, we were quite the pair! Sheryl wore a short lab coat, with but one button, silky white panties, a white garter belt and white stockings. When she would bend over you could see the little panties on one view and her nipples on the other. By the end of the night her panties were soaked. She tasted delicious on my fingers. Although she didn't realize it at the time, two very attractive women were hitting on her. The RN on her collar and hat stood for "resident nymphomaniac".

Sexy little panties became her method of letting us know that she was ready to party. We would be out to dinner or drinks with people that we were interviewing as potential play partners and she would excuse herself, go to the restroom and return, placing her panties on the table for all to see. Then it was party from there.

We met several couples with whom we had foursomes. In one case the man would climax and stay hard until his next one. His wife would have squeaky orgasms. Nothing compared with Sheryl. Another man proved to be a total challenge to Sheryl. He is the only one that she couldn't get off. They fucked for over three hours in every position. She sucked his cock (Sheryl has the best mouth for cock sucking; she applies just the right amount of pressure and if she likes the taste of the come, will swallow it all and suck all the rest out as if the cock was a straw). Then she took her talented tongue and pushed it into the orifice in the cock head. His wife and I caressed each of the participants after we had multiple mutual climaxes.

Another couple joined us on several occasions. The women took turns sucking on the other man's cock while I took each woman in rotation from the rear.

Sheryl moved in with me so that we could continue to build our relationship. That proved to be an excellent idea because it allowed more time to develop our blossoming new life together. We thought that the time had come to have a more available male for threesomes. We started interviewing. One evening Chris came to visit. We drank some wine and talked. Sheryl was getting turned on. She was wearing tight jeans and a blouse that tied at the midriff. Chris and I were sitting in chairs diagonally facing each other. Sheryl came to sit on the floor facing me. We started kissing and as we did so, I pushed her back between Chris' legs. I took his hands and put them on her breasts and then while kissing her I unbuttoned her blouse and worked my way down to her jeans. She turned allowing me to ease her jeans off while giving her the opportunity to take Chris' cock out and start sucking it. I slipped my pants off and put my hard cock in her sopping wet cunt. 

She suggested that we go upstairs to our newly re-done French Whore bedroom, with crème satin sheets and pillow shams. She said that Chris' cock was almost like mine. She sucked him while I fucked her. All three of us came together. Sheryl said that Chris' semen tasted like mine and she swallowed his whole load. Chris was the one that she wanted to join us when she was ready to be fucked in the ass and cunt at the same time. Chris didn't make the cut though. He was seeking just a one-on-one with Sheryl and she wasn't.

Meanwhile Crystal would come by to visit and spend nights with us allowing both women to continue to explore their bisexuality. We met another bi-woman with whom we had an exciting evening. The three of us danced together and I helped each woman shed her clothes. The two women, my blonde and the other a brunette, rubbing their cunts, one to the other, were a treat to watch and to share as I went down on them both, tasting their own special scent. Sheryl is saving the brunette for a future three-woman night.

Then we met Cassandra, Cassie for short, at a coupled affair. She was stag, as they say. The chemistry was right and the three of us hit it off. We exchanged numbers and the fact that Sheryl was bi and horny. Cassie called us the next afternoon. Cassie was six inches taller than Sheryl and a well-stacked, dark redhead. A former model now businesswoman, Cassie is a head turner. We picked her up at her condo. She was wearing a very revealing formfitting, short skirt and low cut top. Sheryl was wearing tight jeans and an open blouse sans bra. We went to a Japanese restaurant and sat at a booth with Cassie between us. They openly flirted with each other and kept feeling each other under the table. It was one of the hottest, sensual sights I had seen. We left the restaurant and the two women sat in the backseat of the car as I drove home. Watching them in the rear view mirror I could see them soul kissing and massaging each other's bare breasts. Once home I poured some wine and lit a fire. The ladies individually repaired to the bedroom each to put on a sexy teddy. While one was gone, I would play with the other, kissing and petting. When both were back I went to the bedroom to change into a black silk robe and matching shorts. Cassie apologized to me for the lack of attention but said that she definitely wanted to enjoy Sheryl. However, I would not be left out.

The redhead lay against Sheryl and started to massage her arms and back, all the while kissing her mouth. Eventually she took the top of the teddy down and sucked one of Sheryl's nipples into her mouth. Sheryl's back arched and she came, the first time. I stroked Cassie and nibbled her body with passionate kisses and bites. Together Sheryl and I slid Cassie's teddy off and Sheryl slid off the couch and tasted Cassie's cunt. Sticking her tongue all the way in to touch the 'g' spot. Before continuing we adjourned to our whore's bedroom with the satin bedcovers and pillows. The hot pair started a sixty-nine on each other while I nibbled and massaged each. Cassie moaned that she needed to be fucked. Sheryl watched me mount her. Sheryl put Cassie's legs over my shoulders and sat on her face while I fucked first fast and then slow, alternating the intensity of the thrusting. 

I heard Sheryl say, "I want to eat your cum out of her." With Sheryl urging me on, she moved behind me sucking on my balls while putting her finger in my asshole and massaging my prostate. I came. It felt as if I wouldn't stop. I rolled off and Sheryl began nibbling on Cassie's nipples. She moved down Cassie's body and started licking her cunt. She sucked the cum out and pulled away long enough to kiss me on my mouth and let me taste the combined juices. Meanwhile, Cassie took my cock in her mouth and started to minister it back to health. Cassie spent the night. The sight of the two women holding, fondling and kissing each other was a sight to behold. During the night we each took turns doing the other. What a treat! Cassie said she did need some rest as the previous night she had been to a party and was up most of the night, so to speak. Ah, the plight of the unattached single woman.




Finding Each Other



It was now December. Sheryl and I were in a state of bliss, enjoying our now committed, non-monogamous relationship. Made even better as we both enjoyed having other women share our bed. We decided that it was time to cement the relationship with marriage. After all, why let a good life get away. A fun time was planned for a New Year's Eve wedding in Las Vegas. Sheryl called Cassie to see if she wanted to be the best woman. Cassie accepted, saying that she would "stand up" for us both. She expressed delight; especially after the two fantastic orgasms she had from my now popular tongue-lashing and Sheryl's sensuous kissing.

The girls talked and planned. We left by car on the 29th. It's only five hours. Sheryl had planned to make love with Cassie all the way. However, Cassie was too tired to play, having been with her new lover for the weekend and was literally "worn out". She rested in the back while Sheryl played with my cock as I drove.

We checked into the hotel. Our room had two queen size beds that would be well used. We showered and then the three of us adjourned to one of the beds. I fucked each in turn and they wound up feasting on each other's cunt. We hurriedly dressed so that we could catch a show. Cassie wore a black dress that barely covered her gorgeous ass. It was backless. Sheryl wore her short, black leather mini skirt, leather halter top and leather jacket. The two women walked hand in hand through the casino drawing stares and cries of anguish that these two hot numbers were lesbians. I walked about ten feet behind and listened to the comments. We went to a show, during which I played with Sheryl's cunt left bare above her thigh highs. We drove back to our hotel, exhausted. In the morning, I awoke to the sounds of the two women playing and having sex. I joined them. Shouldn't this happen to every man and woman the day before his or her wedding?

Later that day, before it was time to change for the evening and while the three of us were trysting, Cassie told us that she had a surprise and that Sheryl shouldn't look while it was being prepared. Agreeing, I took Sheryl's mouth and directed it towards my cock and she started sucking to keep busy. Cassie came back to the bed and was wearing a huge, strap on dildo. Saying that she was going to give Sheryl the fuck of her life, I helped spread her legs and guide the dildo between Sheryl's cunt lips. Cassie started to thrust in and out of the glistening wet honey pot. Sheryl came almost immediately and when she started to scream with ecstasy I fed her my cock that she greedily sucked. What a sight! This almost six foot redhead with a beautiful chest fucking my bride to be. Cassie commented on having a better understanding of the muscles and stamina that males must have to enjoy a good sex life.

We repeated the previous night's performance that night. The only exception was that we went to a show at another casino and while I was getting tickets, the two insatiable ones were negotiating for great seats. They haven't told me yet how they did it. But, trust me, the maitre d' had a smile on his face. 

The next morning Cassie awoke to the sounds of Sheryl climaxing as she rode my hard cock and I pinched her nipples. This was our wedding day. Sheryl finished me off by licking the last of my semen from the tip of my limp cock and crawling in bed with Cassie. Several hours later I joined them for our last premarital encounter.

The ladies looked lovely in their wedding outfits. The best woman in a form fitting, low cut purple gown and the bride in a short black velvet dress with a sculpted bodice that displayed the cleavage and the inside arc of her breasts. The dress was complete with a gold beaded, velvet jacket. Pink roses with baby's breath bouquets complemented both women beautifully. The looks we received as the limo picked us up for the nuptials. 

Our vows dropped the word 'faithful' and replaced it with 'share'. The acknowledgment that Sheryl would still be available for Cassie was a turn on. We limo'd to the casino for the night's entertainment. After all, it was almost New Years. The hotel had the most delicious five-course gourmet dinner and the best show in Vegas that night. The three of us had a King Booth that was the envy of all, especially with the three of us in it. Sheryl left the table to 'powder her nose'. When she returned she placed her sexy blue silk and lace panties on the table. I put them on my head. We started to become the center of attention. 

The house lights dimmed and Sheryl unzipped my fly and took out my cock. She slipped her head under the tablecloth and started to suck me off. Our waiter and waitress team noticed that she was 'missing'. They gave me the 'high' sign and brought more champagne so that Sheryl could better wash down my cum. When she came up for air, I kissed her passionately and started to slide her skirt to her waist. With Cassie's help that task was accomplished. We each took one of Sheryl's legs and stroked it, our fingers touching as we reached the pot of nectar, Sheryl's cunt. I kissed Sheryl and slipped her top down exposing her nipple. I alternately pinched and sucked it, causing her to come. Two teen-age girls sitting at a long table facing us were watching, smiling and giving us thumbs up. 

The show was over; the count down to the New Year was on. We all slid out of the booth, Sheryl's skirt still up exposing her cunt. She was quite a sight to those who saw it. Cassie pulled the skirt down amid some 'boo's'. I was still wearing the panties. We were hugged and kissed by many; congratulated by others; we were the show!

It was time to call it a wrap. While waiting for a cab we met another couple from Rhode Island, just married and staying at our hotel. We decided to share our cab with them. 

We sat in the back with the other newlywed couple while Cassie sat with the driver. I started telling them about what Sheryl was wearing under her velvet dress while I was wearing her panties on my head. They were a hot couple and with our bodies so close together in the back seat, their suggestive comments to find out for themselves were greeted with a nod and a smile from Sheryl. I gently raised her dress and turned her mouth to mine and Frenched her while the other couple slowly slid their hands past Sheryl's stocking top. Seeing that Sheryl spread her legs ever so slightly, the other groom stroked Sheryl's cunt lips several times and brought his wet fingers out. He and his new bride licked them. Sheryl turned her head and kissed him. He kissed her open mouth, exchanging the taste of Sheryl's juices with her. When we arrived back at our hotel, exhilarated and exhausted, we exchanged cards, vowing to visit one another in the future. 

We went to our room, adrenalin wearing down, and hit the bed. Awakening to the love bites of my new bride the next morning, I felt ecstatic. It was the best wedding ever and one that will be remembered by the three of us with pleasure-filled memories. Sheryl and I will repay Cassie when it's her turn.

Sheryl and I found this new lifestyle when we found each other. Giving each the freedom to explore, honoring mutual respect and showing concern for the other have been the prime ingredients for our closeness. We avoided "game playing" by honest, open and clear communication. By the way, we both have concerns with HIV/AIDS and other STDs. We have been tested and are very discriminating about our sex partners.

Our adventurous life together affords us many new opportunities as a couple. We both have many fantasies that we share and plan to fulfill.



Finding Each Other



My sister ran away from home when she was sixteen, I was only ten when the falling out between her and our mother happened. It was late at night and I was already in bed when it happened. I never did find out what happened. Over the next few months I would receive phone calls from her but after out mother found out Alice was calling the phone calls stopped and we would only write letters periodically. I would write her and update her on how I was doing in school, I would also always send an updated picture of myself with the letters. However, as I graduated the letters soon stopped. I hadn't seen my sister in twenty years. 

I work for a large financial management company and was away for business at a weeklong convention in Chicago. The morning session had just gotten out and I made my way to a cafe for a quick bite to eat before the afternoon session began. I had just sat down and ordered my lunch when I began to feel that awkward sensation when you get when you think someone might be staring at you. Lifting up my eyes from my plate and leaving my head down, I saw her. At first I couldn't sure if it was in fact my sister, Alice, after all it had been so long and the last picture I had of her she was only twenty-three, but that was nearly thirteen years ago. She gave me a large smile and began to make her way over to my table. 

"Matt? Is that you?" She said in a loud voice over the crowd before even making it the table.

"Alice!" I said.

"Oh, my God. It's great to see you! It's been forever!" I remarked as she reached my table. Without even giving a beat she gave me a hug and kissed my cheek. Her lips just missed mine; I could feel the corner of her mouth on mine. Her hug was deep and full. Her arms wrapped around me and I could feel every curve of her body against mine. Her breasts pressed up against my chest as the corner of her lips pressed against mine. This caused me to pause and images of the fantasies that I had played in my mind came flooding back, fantasies that I had entertained when he was younger, yet at the time felt guilty for, when I would masturbate late at night in my bed. I could feel my blood begin to heat up as my penis begins to twinge. Becoming very uncomfortable I pushed away, my face flush.

"How are you? What brings you to the windy-city?" She asked through the smile that was still there.

"I'm in town for work. Business convention."

"Oh, how exciting!"

"Not really. Pretty boring actually." I tried to chuckle. 

"I wish I could stay and catch up, I'm in a rush. But, what are you doing tonight? We should get together and catch up." She added.

"Tonight's free. What did you have in mind?"

"How about you come over for a few drinks? We'll be able to catch up." She said.

"Sounds great. I'll be there." I replied. It was great seeing my sister after all these years.

She leaned in again to say goodbye. But, this time there was no hug. Her left hand reached for my right hand as she leaned in and kissed me again. This time there was no half-cheek kiss. Her lips made their way to mine and stayed there for a few beats. This time I let the fantasies play out. I pictured her walking to me late at night, wearing nothing but a black silk nighty. The cool air blowing the gown against her body so that it caressed every inch her. As she gets closer the nighty slowly begins to fall off her shoulders until...

"You should probably sit down." Her hand tightens around mine as she looks down and stares at my erect penis fully evident through my jeans. "I'll see you tonight." She gives a sly smile and winks at me as she pulls her hand away and begins to leave.

When I made it back to the hotel I took off my clothes and laid on the bed. The first time in fifteen years that I let the old fantasies about my sister cousin play in my mind. I traced my body as I lay in bed, imagining it was my sister. I touched my face, my hand brushing past the stubble and down to my chest. Back in middle school I was scrawny and was picked on quite a lot. As soon I made it into High School I began working out. My hand touched my defined chest and down as I brushed past my abs, my muscles tightening as the excitement of what I was doing filled my mind. I gently past my shaved pelvic as I finally made it to my cock and can feel my blood rising and my cock getting harder and even harder as I stroked my hard member as I picked up the fantasy where it left off.

The nighty falls and her skin is bathed in moonlight. Her breathing quickens. Her beautiful blonde hair being gently blown by the wind coming from the open window. She gives a smile and licks her middle finger. She traces the front of her body in a straight line down to the trimmed tuft of pubic hair covering her vagina and makes her way to her clit as other hand begins to massage her breasts as she slowly begins to massage her clit. Her eyes close and her head arches back. Her finger begins to speed up as she comes closer and closer... until... 

I let out a yell as my back arches and my entire body seems to jump as I cum. I feel my cum rain down on my chest and on my neck. I continue to jerk myself off as I slowly come down. My eyes are still closed. A smile appears on my face and I begin to massage the cum into my skin as I bask in the climax that I just enjoyed. Getting up, I lick the cum from off my hand as I make my way to the shower.

The cab pulls up to my sister's house and I pause before ringing the doorbell. It takes her a couple of minutes to answer the door. When she does she gives me another one of her beautiful smiles. She's wearing a long black spaghetti strap dress that accentuates her body. She stands 5'10" in her matching black heels. Her long blonde hair reaches the mid of her back as it's gently tossed back. Her 36C breasts that are beautifully by the dress she's wearing accentuate her hourglass figure. I lean in to hug her and I can feel her breasts once again. As we pull away I don't try to hide that I'm staring at her breasts, which seem to be spilling out of the dress. She clearly notices but all she does is give me another wink and takes my hand as she leads me in. We make our way to the kitchen, still holding hands; neither of us wants to let go. All I can think of is wanting to take her and fuck my sister.

"You know, I wasn't sure if it really was you." She says has she pours us some wine.

"I know" I give a shy smile "It's been forever. You look amazing." I give her another look, completely mesmerized by her body. 

"So do you." She says giving me the glass of wine. She looks me up and down and sees a bulge growing in his slacks and I can't help but smile. "I guess you're not my little brother anymore, are you?" This time smiling as she's trying not to be too evident that she's staring at my cock through my pants.

"Yeah. Something like that." I say.

"I have a confession to make. When we would write each other and you would send me pictures of yourself." She pauses briefly. "When I began to notice that you had grown... nicely into yourself." She pauses again, taking a sip of wine. "Well, I... would... I would catch myself thinking about you late at night. I would play out fantasies about you."

I look down at my glass feeling both relieved and even more turned on at the recent confession. I couldn't believe that she did the same thing that I would do.

"Oh... so did I." I added.

"Really." She says excited.

"Since we're being honest here. It wasn't just clear back when. I did so this afternoon after we ran into each other." I tell her. Hearing this confession she gives another smile as she looks at her glass. Both of us seem to be avoiding eye contact.

"So did I." She says quietly. 

"Let's take this someplace more comfortable." I offer as I gently grab her hand.

We make our way to the living room and sit down on the couch. She slips off her heels and rests her feet on the couch as she leans against my chest where I can see clearly down her dress and into her bosom.

"You know, I'm glad we told each other. I'm glad you know." I say kissing her forehead. I set down our glasses as I purposely rub against her breasts.

"Apparently." Her eyes motioning to my pants as my cock is harder now trying desperately to press through my pants.

I just smile. Without saying another word she reaches over and lightly touches my crotch. I jump slightly at her touch. She begins to massage my hard cock through my pants. My eyes close and my breathing quickens. Her smile doesn't fade. Still massaging my cock she moves onto her knees, still on the couch, and begins to take off my pants, freeing my cock. Wanting this but still unsure, my nervously is clearly evident.

"Damn." She says under her breath through her smile as she grabs my hard cock and begins stroking it up and down. She leans forward and kisses the head of my cock, still jerking me off. She begins playing with my balls and slowly takes my cock in her mouth, slowly at first. After sucking me up and down a couple of times she again kisses the tip of my cock and then licks the length of it up and down. She continues to stroke my cock and take my balls into her mouth. "Why did I wait so long? I love your cock!" As she again takes me cock in her mouth. This time her sucks aren't slow. She purses her lips together letting her saliva flow freely all over my cock. My shirt is now off and I'm completely naked in front of my sister. Filled with the ecstasy of my sister sucking my cock I can't say a word. I just let out a cry as I explode with climax, shooting hot semen deep in her mouth. She instinctively leans forward taking the entire cock in her mouth. She needs to taste every drop flow all the way down her throat. 

As she frees me from the embrace of her mouth she smiles, my cum still on her lips. I lean in and kiss her deeply. Her lips taste like wine mixed with cum. We open our mouths, exchanging tongues. I loves the taste of my cum on her lips, I want more. I need to taste her. Just the thought of it gets me hard again. She sees my cock getting hard again.

"Still want more?" She asks sultry.

"We're gonna fuck tonight, sister." I say as I lean in her ear. Using the word 'sister' gets her excited. Her panties are already wet. She's aching to have me. I pick her up and we make our way to the bedroom. I set her down on her feet and slip off her dress. My eyes widen and I lick my lips. She lies down on the bed and I begin to kiss and touch her all over. My fingers outline the curve of her face. I kiss her lips make my way to her neck and down to her perfect breasts. Her nipples are erect and I can't help but lean down and taste them. I massage her breasts while my tongue flicks and plays with her nipples. She places her hands on my head, her eyes closed. She moans at an even beat. While I'm sucking on her perfect breasts, one hand is massaging them, and with my other free hand I make my way down to her crotch. I can feel how wet she is through her panties and my fingers make their way beneath the panties. I rub my fingers through her pubic hair and make my way down to her vagina. I massage her lips and Her moans quicken. I gently separate her lips and find her clit, which I begin to massage with middle finger. 

Slowly I start making my way down from her breasts, past her stomach, and down to her pelvic. I start by kissing both thighs. "Please." Is all she can muster through her moans. She needs her brother to fuck her. I kiss her vagina and with my tongue part her lips and begin to lick and fuck her pussy with my mouth and tongue. My hands are massaging her breasts as her body begins to writhe with pleasure. She can't take it any longer. She lets out a scream as she orgasms and as she does a beautiful stream of her pussy juice comes squirting out of her. At this I keep licking, I must have her, and must have every drop of her just has she had me. Her entire body quivers for what seems like forever to her afterward as she very slowly comes down from her orgasm. 

I lean up and we kiss deeply once again. Our arms and legs intertwine around each other. She stops kissing me just long enough for the demand to fuck her. She has to feel her brother's hard cock pulsing in and out of her.

My hard cock separates her lips and pushes its way inside of her at which we both let out a moan of pleasure, her wet pussy strains to let his hard cock in her as it pushes its way deeper inside. We need to feel every inch of the other. Without even thinking, her legs wrap around me, keeping me inside of her. Her hands grab my ass and push me further and further inside of her. I begin to fuck her quicker and harder. Her moans turn to cries of ecstasy as she yells out, "Fuck me! Fuck me with your big hard cock, brother!" My cock, hard and wet with her pussy reaches its climax. Our bodies, in sync with each other reach our orgasm at the same time. We both let out a cry of ecstasy and pleasure as I push my cock even deeper inside of her and I shoot my load deep inside of my sister. As we come down she rests my head on her breasts. Our sweat and cum intermixed with each other.

We fall asleep holding each other. We need to rest before we begin again.



Finding Each Other



Greg reached up with his hand and began to gently stroke her upper arm. He took the initiative and kissed Sandy on the collar bone again, and moving down to the region of her upper breast. He avoided the nipple, and gently led her down onto the bed. He then straddled her and began softly kissing her chest and stomach, still avoiding the nipple. 

Sandy moaned softly in appreciation and Greg brought his hand up to gently trace the circle of her left nipple. His mouth worked up from her stomach and he leaned down to softly kiss the top of her right nipple. She brought her hand up and ran her fingers through Greg's short hair. Her hand then gripped the back of his neck as her body began to quiver with excitement. 

Greg began softly kneading her left breast as his mouth went to work on her right one. His tongue gently lapped against her hard nipple, as his left hand worked tirelessly on her other nipple. He continued with his left hand, tweaking and massaging her hard nipple, but moved his mouth up again to her neck area. He kissed so tenderly and softly that Sandy felt like she was going to cry for the overwhelming emotions she was experiencing. She brought her hands up to his face and pulled him up, so that they kissed again. Greg brought his left hand down to her tight stomach and began gently teasing the light hairs around her belly button while still kissing her.

Sandy brought her hands down to her waist. While still kissing passionately, she hooked her thumbs around the elastic waistband of the sweatpants. She pulled them down quickly and kicked them off the bed. She reached down to Greg's pants, opened the button, and undid the fly. Greg then had to take over, and he quickly slid them down. Sandy took the opportunity to reach down to his underwear. The bulge of his erection was clearly visible, and her hand reached out to touch his shaft.

Greg stiffened as he felt her grip it through his boxer shorts. Her hand then slipped down beneath the waistband of the boxers, and her hand met his flesh for the first time. She gently stroked along the length as they continued to kiss as passionately as they could. Greg moved shifted until he was directly over her. He moved down and began kissing her neck again. He moved down out of the reach of her hands, and she let go of his member reluctantly. She wrapped her arms around his chest and moaned again as his mouth reached her nipples.

He brought his hand down to her thigh, and began to gently trace his fingers up and down it. Sandy grabbed his hand and moved it directly onto her pussy. She held Greg's hand there although he needed no more further encouragement. His palm was cupping her outer lips and began slowly moving it up and down. He pressed the balls of his finger against the top of her slit and she softly cried out as the pressure on her clit increased. He slid one finger along the length of her lips and then used two others to gently spread her apart. His middle finger began to rhythmically slide against her clit and she bit her lip as the pleasure rolled through her.

Sandy opened her eyes and brought Greg up to stare into her eyes. Greg leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. She opened her mouth and spoke in a hoarse whisper.

"I want you inside of me…" she whispered. "I need you inside of me."

Sandy slowly spread her legs, and Greg slipped his boxers off. He had one hand on her hips, and the other he gently spread her lower lips with. He position his pelvis below hers and then moved forward, guiding his stiff erection towards her warm entrance. He paused as the head of his dick pressed against her lips, and then he slid it forward. When the shaft was about two inches in, he paused and leaned down to kiss her.

"Yes, keep going…" she whispered up to him.

He brought his hips forward again, and then slowly pushed forward into her. He felt her warm folds tightening around his shaft and he grunted in pleasure. As he slid forward, she cried out and pulled him down onto her. He now wrapped both arms around her and began to ease out. He began slowly fucking her, taking time with each thrust. He lifted his head away from her, so he could stare into her eyes with each movement. Tears of pleasure leaked from her eyes and she pulled him down. Their cheeks touched and each could feel the other's warm breath on their ears. Greg felt her hands pull him against her harder, and he picked up his tempo.

He began sliding in and out faster, her breathing had increased and she began thrusting against his pelvis as he entered her. He used one hand for support on the bed, and the other rested on top of her thigh, which she had lifted higher up for optimal access. He thrust against her hard, pausing each time, and then entering with redoubled force. She cried out as their tempo kept increasing. 

"I'm going to cum soon, will you cum inside me?" Sandy whispered, meeting Greg's eyes. Greg just nodded and leaned down to kiss her neck. She whimpered as his gentle kisses began to send her over the edge.

Greg felt his own orgasm approaching. It had been too long for either of them, and both needed the same type of release. Sandy slid her hand down and her fingers pressed deeply into her clit as Greg continued to fuck her. She began her orgasm well before he did, and her body started almost to convulse. Greg felt her shake and buried himself as deep inside of her as he could. She cried out, an inarticulate manifestation of pleasure as his orgasm rolled over him. He kept himself buried inside of her, and she bucked against his dick as she felt him explode inside of her. She felt the warmth of it and she felt satisfied for the first time in what felt like ages. He continued to cum inside of her until he was completely spent. He remained inside of her, after each wave of pleasure had rolled through him. They came down together, holding each other tightly. 

Sandy lifted her leg around and over Greg. He remained inside of her, still hard, but beginning to soften. She twisted slightly, and Greg got the idea. He remained inside of her as they both assumed the spooning position. Greg pulled the blanket around them, and both exhausted, they soon fell asleep, Greg holding her tightly against him, and Sandy finally being held.

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The rain storm blew itself out sometime early in the morning. The sun didn't emerge, but the rain had stopped and the morning was crisp and gray. Greg and Sandy slept late into the morning, until the phone rang. Sandy woke up first. Her eyes flew open and she felt arms wrapped around her. She blinked, staring around at her surroundings. She remembered last night in one sudden rush and felt heat rising to her face. What was Greg going to think of her? And how did he feel about her?

On the second ring of the phone, Greg woke up. He lifted his head and then realized he was holding onto somebody. He froze, staring down at the person. He remembered Sandy and he blushed. He wondered quickly if she was awake and gently pulled his arms off of her and rolled over to the other side of the bed. 

Sandy quickly closed her eyes and Greg tiptoed out of the room. He answered the phone and spoke softly in the living room. After finally realizing what the phone call was about, Greg apologized for not wanting to subscribe and hung up the phone. He rubbed his face and stared back into the bedroom. He wondered what Sandy was going to think of him, and wondered how he could have taken advantage of her in her vulnerable state. He walked as softly as he could back into the bedroom. He entered the bedroom and locked eyes with Sandy. She was awake and looking slightly nervous. 

"Uh, good morning," Greg said softly, he smiled at her shyly and received her own shy smile in return.

"Good morning to you too," she said. She had tucked the blankets over her body and he realized she was naked under the blanket about the same time that he realized he was naked.

He blushed and reached down for his pants. After he had slipped them on, he looked down at her. She smiled again, and he sat down on the edge of the bed. She reached a hand out from under the blanket and he grabbed it. He then leaned down and kissed her softly on the mouth, and moved back to see her reaction. She smiled at him and kissed his hand.

"That was amazing last night," Sandy said, breaking the ice.

"It was," Greg smiled.

"I've had a crush on you since the Christmas party, but I had to finish things with my husband first," she said softly. Greg opened his mouth a few times and then voiced his fears.

"I was afraid when I woke up, that, you, would be mad at me, or that I had taken advantage of you," Greg blurted out.

"Oh, God no, I totally took advantage of you," Sandy said and laughed, "Seriously, I made you drive out in the rain, pick me up, clothe me, and then have sex with me. I'd be pissed if I were you," Sandy said and giggled.

"Well, I'm not, so you're going to have to try harder," Greg said and leaned down to kiss her again.

"I'm going to take a shower, can I get you anything?" Greg asked her as they broke the kiss.

"No, I'm quite content, and take a long shower." Sandy said cryptically.

"Why?" Greg asked.

"I'm going to make you breakfast for picking me up last night. Us sleeping together was a mutual thing, so I still owe you one for the ride, and so I'm going to make you breakfast."

"You know you don't have to," Greg began.

"I know, I want to. Go take a shower," Sandy replied, and sat up. She made shooing motions and Greg reluctantly departed for the bathroom.

He took a long shower and Sandy began cooking breakfast. She made eggs and toast, since he didn't have supplies for much else. He emerged twenty minutes later, and she greeted him with a kiss as he stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. She had put on the same white t-shirt and sweatpants as yesterday and tied her hair back into a pony tail. To Greg, she had never looked sexier.

They stared giddily at each other until Greg realized he was only wearing a towel. He departed to his bedroom and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt and then walked to the kitchen where Sandy was finishing breakfast. She was facing the sink while rinsing out a frying pan and Greg walked quietly up to her. He grabbed her around the waist and began kissing her neck. She giggled and playfully pulled away. 

"You need to eat. So do I, I woke up starving," she said. He kept his arms wrapped around her waist and walked her over to the table. They sat down and dug into breakfast, both with healthy appetites. Sandy finished her smaller portion first and watched as Greg finished eating.

"So, I guess I need to go get my car today," Sandy said, not making eye contact with Greg.

"I don't mind driving you anywhere you need to go," Greg quickly said.

"Well, to like a motel," Sandy said softly and made eye contact with Greg. He looked at her seriously for a few minutes and then cleared his throat.

"If that's what you want… but you can stay here though too," Greg said.

"I don't want you to feel obligated to invite me to stay, just because of what we did last night, that isn't why we did it," Sandy said, looking away.

"No! That's not why I want you to stay, not at all! I want you to stay because I really like you, I would love for you to stay here," Greg said quickly.

"In what capacity? As a co-worker friend, or as something more?" Sandy asked, looking at him again.

"I would love it to be something more, last night was amazing, and I've thought about you since the Christmas party, but I also don't want to overstep any boundaries, and I don't want my feelings for you to cause you to feel guilty or anything if you don't feel the same way," Greg said in a rush. They gazed into each other's eyes for a few minutes.

"I want us to be something more, and I would love to stay," Sandy said quietly, and smiled at Greg, who returned the smile and they both felt giddy with relief that their feelings were returned. 

"So we are now something more than friends?" Sandy asked.

"Yeah… I think we are," Greg replied. Sandy grinned and spoke quickly.

"Then making you breakfast isn't the only way I am going to thank you," Sandy said and Greg just raised his eyebrows.

"You know you don't need to do anything else, this was more than enough thanking."

"I know, but if we are more than friends, then I can get away with this," she said, and stood up. She walked over to him and then sank down to her knees.

"Wait, what are you-" Greg managed to get out before she had leaned forward and began massaging his limp member through his sweat pants. She felt it grow immediately under her touch and Greg tried stammered as she fondled him through his pants.

"Are you sure-" Greg started again, but she just started pulling at his pants. He had to stand up and then she easily slipped them down. He still felt unsure about this until she leaned forward and put his hardening dick inside her mouth, and then all rational thought left his body.

She sucked on the tip and now his member was fully erect. Her tongue massaged the underside of his dick and she began moving back and forth. Greg had to grip the counter to balance himself as her mouth worked wonders. She brought a hand up to gently cup his balls, and she moved her other hand to the base of his shaft. She began to stroke it up and down while she sucked on the head. 

"Oh my god," Greg began and then had to concentrate on breathing.

She began sucking harder and pumping her hand faster. She looked up at his face and saw his eyes closed and his mouth open and she grinned to herself as she working on his dick. She continued licking the underside of his dick while her hand stroked him off, and she gave his balls a rough squeeze. He softly cried out and began breathing faster.

She moved her hand away from his balls and gripped his butt and began moving herself faster along his cock. She kept one hand to guide his dick, and began taking it down as far as she could handle it. She couldn't take it all, once it hit the back of her throat she had to stop for fear of gagging, but she continued to work the head expertly with her tongue. After a few minutes of this intense stimulation, Greg could hold back no longer and quickly forced the words out.

"I'm about to cum!" He said and felt his orgasm begin. She continued jacking him off with one hand and let the tip of his dick remain in her mouth. She brought her tongue up and the first wave of cum spurted, and collected it in her mouth. He cried out as her mouth remained clamped on his dick. She sucked the head of his penis until he had spent his entire load. Greg leaned back against the counter panting. She stood up, letting his dick go, which was already going soft. She smiled at him, and kissed him swiftly on the cheek.

"I'm going to jump in the shower now, it's a shame you already had one," she said with a giggle, and then walked quickly into the bathroom. Greg regained control of his mind a few minutes after this and then sat down heavily on one of the kitchen chairs. He drank some orange juice and stared where Sandy had gone. 

He grinned and then followed her into the bathroom. She had left the door open, and he stepped inside, as quietly as he could. She must have been watching from the shower though, and he heard a laugh.

"But you've already had a shower!" she said with a laugh.

"I don't think my first one was quite thorough enough," Greg replied as he quickly pulled off his t-shirt. He was out of his clothes in a record time and he pulled open the shower door. Sandy grabbed him and pulled him inside and under the hot water in a massive hug. He leaned down and kissed her and fumbled with the shower door, eventually getting it closed.

They kissed under the hot water for several minutes until Sandy playfully slapped his butt. He kissed her hard, pushing her back to the wall as she squeezed his ass. He moved away from her mouth and kissed her along the neck. He quickly had learned which areas she responded to the most, and kissed her in each of these spots repeatedly. He kissed her collar bone and up one side of the neck and down the other. He moved down and began to tease her nipples with his tongue and hands.

Sandy was no longer laughing, now holding his head to her breasts and encouraging him with soft exclamations of pleasure. He continued to work on her nipples for five minutes and she began squirming with arousal. He moved down her stomach, lightly kissing almost every inch of her midsection. He moved down to her thin trail of pubic hair, and kissed to the left and right of her eager lower lips. He gently stroked her thigh with one hand and kissed her abdomen and hips softly for a few minutes. 

When he felt he had punished her enough, he brought one hand up to her lips. She cried out as his finger began tracing her slit, pushing gently against her lips only slightly, and then pulling out again. His finger traced her clit and then withdrew, gently extending until it was an inch inside her pussy and then moving back up to the lips again. She pushed against the finger and Greg grinned. He moved forward and kissed the top of her slit. She moaned again and his tongue began to dart out. He spread her lips with one hand, and his tongue found her clit to cause her to experience a quick orgasm with only his first touch. She felt like she was on fire and she pushed her pelvis against his face, which only caused him to redouble his tongue efforts on her clit. He kept her lips spread open with one hand and brought the other one forward to slide two fingers into her, while never ceasing his constant tongue attention.

He licked and nibbled at her clit and lips until he felt her warm walls sucking greedily against his fingers. He sucked her clit hard and she cried out again. He continued this for another ten minutes, until she was panting and she feared the hot water would make her pass out. She reached over and turned the water down, to almost cold, but neither of them cared; they were just wrapped up in the moment.

When she felt like she needed to cum or she was going to explode she grabbed his hair and pulled him up to stand level with her. She reached down and grabbed a hold of his fully erect cock. She lifted one leg to rest against the ledge of the shower and then used her hand to guide his cock until it brushed against her entrance. Greg steadied himself with both hands, one hand gripping Sandy's waist and one hand gripping the shower door frame, and then in one motion plunged his cock inside of her.

She cried out in ecstasy and he grunted into her neck. She held him tightly against her body as he began to fuck her. She was so wet and the shower water caused him to slide in and out of her tight entrance with ease, and he was soon ready to cum for the second time that morning. Sandy had cum as he entered her for the first time, and each time he would thrust back into her, she felt another wave of pleasure roll over her. Greg grunted and forced himself to thrust harder and Sandy cried out again.

Greg felt himself cumming and almost collapsed into Sandy, who was almost holding him up, as she herself was only supported by the shower wall. He grunted and released his second load for the day. She held him inside of her as they panted for breath and both came down.

Greg reluctantly pulled out of her and leaned back against the shower. Sandy sank down and sat perched on the edge of the shower ledge. They spent a few minutes recovering until Sandy reached forward and grabbed the shampoo bottle. She made Greg sit down and she washed his hair. He did the same for her, and they kissed a lot more, and got out of the shower half an hour later.

They spent the rest of the day together, and spent the whole night talking. A week later Greg and Sandy moved all of Sandy's possessions out of her old house, and into Greg's apartment.




Finding Each Other



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