1 comments/ 12702 views/ 0 favorites Footprint By: Seenoevil03 I had just gotten out of the shower. My towel was wrapped around my head and another around my body. I quickly toweled off in preparation of events to come. I was growing more excited as every minutes passed as I ran lotion over my freshly shaved legs and pussy. Almost sprinting down the stairs I made my way haphazardly toward my room. Once there, I shuffled through my clothes until I found it…the orange dress. It’s his favorite. He could never resist me when I wore that dress, even if he wanted to. It was almost like I was wearing a giant sign that said “Fuck Me”. I glided it over my naked body and slid it to its accustomed position. I could see why he loved it so much. The material was extremely tight and actually exposed the figure I would normally hide under sweaters, sweat pants and t-shirts. My chest looked big in this outfit too. Of course he’d argue with me that that’s because they are big…and I agree. As I dried my hair and applied some mascara I could feel myself getting a little wetter. I wasn’t wearing a thong today. The weather man reported hot and humid conditions, so I decided to go free. Finally, I dialed his number to let him know I was leaving. My black leather seats were extremely hot against my thighs, but it was hardly noticeable. I rolled the windows down, played some Dave, and off I was. The heavy hair actually felt good blowing along the back of my neck. After traveling for what seemed like hours I ended up at our meeting place. I scanned the parking lot for his car but didn’t see it. Good, this gave me a few minutes to prepare. I brushed through my hair again, adjusted my chest in my dress, and pulled it down a little considering it grew quite short when I sat. A few moments after that I saw his car pull up next to mind and he turned to look at me with a huge smile upon his face. I smiled back and shot him a devilish glare. I slowly got out of my car…letting him see that my legs were bare before standing up. His eyes wondered over my body for a few moments and I looked at him with his half surprised half excited face. I was beaming. I leaned over a little bit to open his car door and to give him a little peak of what was under my dress. His eyes flashed and I slid onto his already cool fabric seats. I shut the door and we were off. Normally we just drove around, taking in some of the sights and talking, but I couldn’t stand it. I hadn’t seen him for three weeks and my hormones were racing. Almost as soon as we exited the busy lot I leaned up against him, slid his hand onto my thigh and whispered in his ear “I want you.” With that he grinned. We still had some daylight hours so we couldn’t retire to our secret “spot”. We continued to drive around for a bit. While he drove I ran my tongue around his ear and playfully kissed his neck. I looked down and could see his cock starting to bulge through his pants. Just the sight of that made me wetter. My body wanted so badly to feel him. Feel him near me, up against me, inside of me. But since I couldn’t have him, I decided to do the next best thing. I continued to nibble at his neck and slowly started to let my hand slide down his chest. Quietly he questioned, “What are you doing?” I just smiled, gave out a little giggle and then continued. I slid my hand to the top of his pants. I let one of my fingers slip under the fabric and glide across his waist. He trembled slightly. Then smoothly I unbuttoned his pants. I leaned over in my seat to bring my lips to the zipper. I grasped it between my teeth and slid it completely down. His cock rose slightly under his boxers. “Aww, seems like someone has missed me,” I pouted. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and brought it through the hole in his boxers. A drop of pre-cum had formed at the head of his cock. I let my thumb glide over it and swirled it over his head. “Oh,” I sighed. “What’s wrong, dear?” he asked. “It almost seems like a waste...oh, I know what I can do.” I gave a quick glace up at him and then leaned farther over in my seat. I slowly lowered my head down to his pants and gave the tip a quick lick. “Mmmm,” I moaned. “Oh, baby,” he sighed. “Please don’t stop.” I put my head back down and slowly started working my tongue around the tip of his cock. I let my tongue slide up and down along the grove along the underside of his head. He liked that. He trembled a little from the intensity and I slowed. I kept licking and sucking on him for a while; savoring every bit of him. Finally, we ended up in our “spot”. A place we had found on one of the first dates where we could be alone. He pulled in behind the dumpster and turned off the car. It was a gorgeous day and the air was warm. I helped him to slide off his pants as we put our seats as far back as they could go. I continued to lick and suck on him for a few minutes. I saw a bottle of water that he had opened on the floor and went to take a sip. I held it in my mouth for a moment or two, then swallowed, and quickly shoved his hard cock into my mouth. The cold sensation was such a rush for him. I could feel him tense beneath me. As I grew wetter, I decided I had to watch. I kissed him deeply then placed his hand around his cock. “I want to watch you, baby,” I whispered. A little smirk appeared on his face. He glided his hand up and down as fast as he could. I watched closely and intently at his cock. Pre-cum would form at the opening of his cock and I’d be quick to lick it up. He was getting close. I knew he wanted to cum really badly, but I instructed him otherwise. I held out a little while longer, and then finally went for it myself. I plunged down onto him and licked and sucked. I kept sucking so hard and ran my fingers around his balls. Finally, with a gasp and a loud moan, he shot his hot cum into my mouth and it ran down my throat. I licked the rest up, making sure not to miss a drop. There we lay in the car. A few minutes went by and he caressed my skin and kissed me. During one of the really passionate kisses he lifted up my dress. He only allowed it up to my waist. His gorgeous eyes stared into mine for a few moments, until he touched me. He let his fingertips explore my inner thigh, touching me ever so softly. With that I moaned quietly. I knew what I wanted him to do. He started to slide his finger between my leg and pussy, driving me crazy as he explored the curves of my legs and ass. Finally, he crept his finger between my lips and started to gently massage my clit. How I loved this. My moans began to intensify as I could feel my body start to tingle all over. His finger grew a little colder as my lower half got warmer. I was so wet. I could feel it start to trickle down my thigh. My breathing got heavier. He looked over at me and smiled. He loved making me feel good, almost as much as I loved making him moan. He slid his finger from my now throbbing clit to my opening. Slowly he worked it in. I was so wet he could have easily slid in, but he preferred the torture it caused me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to feel him. I had to touch him and kiss him and feel him fill me. “Get in the back!” I screamed. I needed him so badly. He quickly got into the back seat. He sat in the middle as I lifted my dress up my stomach and over my tits. Finally it was off. I was free. I quickly jumped in the back seat and straddled him. I kissed him and swiftly guided his engorged cock into my opening. He slid right in as I predicted. God he felt so good. I sat still for a moment; I wanted to feel him throb and swell inside of me. I didn’t have to wait long. I knew he wanted it just as much as I did. I began to ride his cock. My tits bounced in front of him as I moved up and down up and down. I kissed him quickly then shoved his face into my chest. After a few moments I guided one of my hard nipples to his lips. He ran his tongue around it and started to suck it gently. God it felt so good. My legs started to tremble. He grabbed me by the waist and moved me back a little. He took a hold of my tits and started to ram me up and down on him. I leaned far back. I was lying between the two front seats with my back arched as much as possible. In this position his cock slid back and forth over my most sensitive spot. He licked his finger quickly and started to rub it over my clit. My body jumped from the intensity. I pulled myself back up. I grabbed his head and again held it to my chest. I leaned farther over so I could kiss his neck. Yes! I could feel his hard cock inside me while each motion passed over my clit at the same time. The hair was so heavy in the car it fogged the windows. It was insanely hot inside the car. Sweat had formed all over our bodies. “God baby! Yes! You feel so good inside me!” I screamed. He loved the fact that I was so loud. It had been a while since we were able to have sex in a secluded spot. I usually had to stay quiet for fear of being found out. “Baby I want you to fuck me from behind. Please baby.” “Turn over! Now!” he instructed. I flipped over and lay between the front seats. He spread his legs so he could kneel over the back seat. He grabbed my ass and in one swift motion glided me back down upon him. “Ohhhh!” I moaned. The sensation flooded my body. He grabbed my waist and continued to shove me back onto him. I grabbed the head rests of the front seats and pushed myself toward him. It felt so amazing. I finally had what I wanted. After three long weeks I could feel his hard cock inside of me again. We continued for a few moments. It was hard to keep up the pace. We were both getting tired but we didn’t want to stop. He pulled me back. “Lay on your back,” he instructed once again. I eagerly did as he requested. My legs were raised straight in the air as he pounded into me. “Yes! Baby you feel so good…please don’t stop! Don’t stop!” I moaned. He continued to fuck me hard but I knew we both couldn’t last much longer. I rested my feet on one of the head rests and the back window. I licked my finger and began to make circles around my clit. It only took a few moments for me to build. Each motion that we made brought me another step closer to cumming. “Yes! Yes! Yes! God, Yes!” I grabbed his hair as my pussy muscles began to contract around his cock. He continued at a steady pace. He knew if he could last a few more seconds I could cum again. I laid fully back and let my eyes roll to the back of my head. My entire body was flooded with the feeling of pure ecstasy. I was brought back to earth quickly. He grabbed my head and quickly withdrew his cock from inside me. He squirted shots of his hot cum into my mouth. It tasted so good. A few shots had missed and fell onto my tits. I ran my hands over them to rub him into me. I loved it when he cummed on me. It felt so naughty. I swallowed his cum and licked my lips. I stared up at him. He was trying to regain his normal breathing pattern. Our bodies soon were pushed against one another and we kissed. Our bodies were so wet. He rolled down a window to let some of the cooler night air into his car. We laid there for a while not saying anything. We didn’t have to. He held me for a while as I planted a few kisses on his neck and cheek. Finally it was time to go back. It had grown late. It was always so easy to lose track of time with him. We got dressed and he drove me back to my car. I gave him a hug and a kiss goodbye. “Talk to you soon, baby doll,” he said. “Yes you will,” I replied. I got back into my car, this time the leather seat were quite cool. I turned the ignition and waited a few moments. I adjusted the radio station and glanced back over to him. I blew him a kiss and winked. I waved goodbye and started to drive. I looked back in my rearview mirror to see the back of his car. It only took a second to realize something was wrong. His back window was completely fogged except for one solitary footprint. I laughed to myself as I started the journey back home. Footprints My name is Mandy Adams. I'm 27, 5' 7" tall, blond hair, 120 pounds, with 34 C breasts. I stay in shape with aerobics and watching my diet, but don't spend time at the gym as I've never needed to. My husband Paul died a year ago in an accident when a teenager texting her friend ran a stoplight and totaled both his car and hers. Fortunately he had insurance at work which allowed me to pay off the mortgage and stay in the house, but I miss him terribly. I just haven't found the courage yet to try dating, and as a result, it seems like I am always horny and resorting to self-satisfaction, but it's not the same. After Paul's death, I went back to work as the librarian at the local high school. I love being around the kids, but seeing all those young men in their prime certainly has not helped me with my sexual frustrations. One thing I always loved doing was gardening in our backyard, and I try to work out there every chance I get. Our house is on a cul-de-sac, and backs up to a local park, so we have no neighbors behind us, just a nice tree break maybe 25 feet wide between the backyard and the park. There are also two large oak trees in the backyard, which I have surrounded with planting beds of flowers. Friday after work I stopped at the nursery and picked up two flats of annuals I wanted to plant to add color to the backyard. When I got home, I got the mail from the box and found that a package had arrived also. I knew what it was – my face flushed and my pussy started to tingle – it was the vibrator I had purchased on line. I put the mail on the hall table and fixed myself a light supper. After changing into jeans and a t shirt, I went out back to plant the flowers. I worked the soil and smoothed it for planting, but my mind kept wandering to the package and its contents. Finally it got too dark to continue, so I went inside and washed up in the sink. Grabbing a pair of scissors, I eagerly opened the package. Inside was a vibrator called the rabbit – the shaft both rotated and oscillated up and down, plus there was an extension that stimulated the clitoris. I washed it in the sink to remove the rubbery smell, and then installed the batteries. Although I had partially cleaned up, I still felt that a bath would be nice after working in the yard. I poured a glass of wine and took it and the rabbit into the bedroom, where I took off my t shirt and jeans. Standing in front of the mirror above the dresser, I admired my breasts as I removed my bra. While not that large, they were still very firm, and the nipples stood out like two erasers as I thought again of the vibrator sitting on the bed. Removing my panties, I was pleased to notice my ass was still as firm as when I was in high school, and my neatly trimmed bush barely concealed my pussy lips. As I was admiring myself, I thought I heard a noise outside – the window was open – but with the woods behind the house, there were always noises at night, so I thought nothing of it and went into the bathroom to fill the tub. Enjoying my glass of wine, I soaked in the tub until the water started to cool, then got out and dried off with a large towel. Wrapping the towel around myself and doing the boob-tuck every women learns to keep it in place, I went back into the bedroom and sat on the bed. Letting the towel fall from my body, I rubbed my breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers until they were hard and pointing straight out. Gradually I moved my right hand down my stomach until it reached my pussy, which felt like it was on fire in anticipation of what was to come. I slowly rubbed my clit, loving the thrill it always gave me. With my left hand, I picked up the rabbit from the bed. I put it into my mouth, wishing it was Paul's cock – I had loved giving him blowjobs, and also loved to suck him after he had been in me for a while, enjoying the smell of his manhood and the taste of my pussy juices on his cock. With the vibrator coated with my saliva, I proceeded to slowly insert it between my pussy lips. The feeling was incredible, especially since it had been over a year since I had felt anything other than my fingers inside me. I worked about half of it inside, then slowly removed it until just the tip was in, and pushed it back in again, this time until the extended tip touched my clit. The jolt was electric, and the vibrator was not even turned on! I continued to fuck myself with the vibrator, first slowly, then more rapidly, losing myself in the feelings it was generating. Now it was time to really see what it would do, so I turned the dial that activated the variable movements. WOW! I arched my back as a climax shook me from the intense feelings of the vibrator rotating and moving up and down, plus the vibration rubbing my clit. I had not had a climax this strong in years. Turning the vibrator off, I slowly removed it and put it in my mouth, tasting my pussy juices that coated it. Putting it back in my pussy, I again turned on the vibrator, furiously fucking myself silly as I pushed myself to the limit and beyond, having another huge climax that had my pussy gripping the vibrator as if to make sure it never could leave my cunt. Exhausted, I finally removed the rabbit, turned off the lights, and fell into a sound sleep. I awoke on Saturday with the sunlight shining in the bedroom window. I am an early riser, and I could not remember the last time I had slept this long or this well. I glanced over to the nightstand at the rabbit resting there, slightly embarrassed about my behavior last night, but also thinking it was the best money I had ever spent! Putting on a robe, I went into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee and took a bagel from the bag in the freezer to have as breakfast. I had an appointment at noon to get my hair and nails done, so I quickly got dressed to go out and finish planting the flowers from yesterday. As I carried the flowers and trowel over to the oak tree to plant them, I suddenly froze in my tracks. There in the soil that I had smoothed out last night were two sets of footprints – one heading to the tree and one coming away from it! I thought back to the sound I had heard last night, and realized that someone had climbed the tree and watched me! They had seen me remove my clothes before taking a bath – Oh my God – had they watched me pleasure myself with the vibrator? I was horrified and thrilled at the same time – for some reason, the thought of some boy watching me turned me on in a way I never imagined. I quickly planted the flowers, but for some reason left a path where the footprints had been. Why? Was I hoping the person would come back again tonight? My imagination was working overtime the whole time I was getting my hair and nails done – twice Susie asked if I was alright when I didn't answer her questions. What was I going to do tonight? The smart thing was to make sure that the drapes were pulled in the bedroom so that nobody could peep in on me anymore. But each time I thought about a stranger watching me, my pussy would start tingling and my mind would wander to how I could put on a show again, and maybe even catch him in the act. The idea that it may have been a burglar casing my house never entered my mind – I think the incredible climaxes I had last night removed my inhibitions. The afternoon passed in a blur – I barely remembered to eat dinner, but I finally made up my mind on my actions for the night, and started to put my plan in motion. I left a flashlight and robe near the side door that was on the opposite side of the house from the bedroom and the oak tree, and checked to make sure the door didn't squeak when opened. I had changed into my sexiest red demi bra and matching thong bikinis, and put on a light summer dress. Once it was sufficiently dark, I again poured a glass of wine and went into the bedroom. No, I had not closed the drapes – just like last night, they were open and, if my admirer made a return visit, he would get the show of a lifetime...up to a point! Standing in front of the mirror again, I unzipped the sundress and let it slip off my shoulders and fall to the floor. Taking a sip of wine, I reached back and unclasped the bra, taking a few moments to slowly remove it, putting on a sexy striptease that I hoped was having the intended effect on my watcher. Pirouetting, I pretended to examine myself in the mirror. My panties were getting wet from my excitement! While I had my back to the mirror (and my front to the window), I slowly removed my thong. Surprise! I had shaved my pussy earlier, leaving it bald as a baby's butt with the exception of a little "landing strip" of hair just above my clit! God was I excited and wet – at this point, I knew I would be extremely disappointed if my watcher was not back for the show. Now it was action time. Moving to go into the bathroom, I instead headed unseen through the house to the side door. Putting on the robe and grabbing the flashlight, I quietly made my way out the door till I was standing at the corner of the house. This was the moment of truth, and my last chance to chicken out. My mind made up, I went around the corner and headed straight to the oak tree. When I was almost there, I turned on the flashlight and shown it up into the tree. My admirer was there, and completely taken by surprise. I heard a curse, and the next thing I knew, he fell out of the tree, landing awkwardly at the base not ten feet from me. I was equally surprised – it was Tommy Miller, a senior at the high school where I worked and the class valedictorian! He was trying desperately to get his cock back in his pants and stand up to run away, but he only managed a short step and gasped out in pain. He must have twisted his ankle when he fell, because his face was ashen and he clearly had difficulty walking. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Adams. Please don't tell my parents." "Tommy, why were you up in the tree watching me?" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry – it's just that you are so beautiful I couldn't help it." "Well, let's get your ankle looked at and we can discuss this." Together, we managed to get Tommy into the kitchen. I removed his shoe and examined his ankle. While not a nurse, I knew enough to realize it wasn't broken. I took a bag of peas out of the freezer and held it on his ankle, as it would help keep the swelling down. Tommy seemed to be squirming in his chair, and in a rush I realized why. My robe had partially opened, and he had a close up view of my left breast and my pussy. Looking up, I could see he had an erection, and was struggling to arrange his pants around it without me noticing. "Tommy, its Saturday night. Why isn't an 18 year old guy like you out on a date with one of your classmates?" "None of the girls want to go out with me. They think I'm a nerd or a geek or something because I'm smart and always studying. They want to go out with the jocks. Please don't tell on me – I could lose my scholarship." "Tommy....have you ever seen a girl naked?" "Uhm....not actually. I've seen videos on the Internet." "Did you watch me last night?" "I'm sorry....yes, I did." "Did you like what you saw? Did you wish it was your dick instead of the vibrator when I put it in my mouth and pussy?" "Yes, Mrs. Adams, I sure did!" "Does your ankle feel better? I'm going to take this bag off now – I think the swelling is under control, but it looks like you have a swelling somewhere else that we'll have to take care of!" With that, I stood up and took off my robe. Tommy's eyes got very wide, and he stared at my body with undisguised attention. Like I did earlier in front of the mirror, I did a slow pirouette in front of him. Judging from the tent his cock was making in his pants, he liked what he saw. I was getting so turned on my pussy was dripping, and my nipples stood at attention. I knew what I wanted – I needed his hard cock inside me! "Tommy, I'm flattered that you find me attractive. I'm not going to tell anyone about you watching me – in fact, I'd be grateful if you helped me with something. Since my husband died, I haven't had sex – you saw that I have to result to a vibrator for satisfaction. Would you make love to me tonight?" Stunned, Tommy could only nod his head to agree. I helped him up and we went into the bedroom. This time, I did close the drapes – "This will only be our show tonight Tommy, OK? Now, the first thing we need to do is get those pants off you before your dick rips a hole in them." I knelt down in front of Tommy, and slowly unbuckled his belt, then undid the snap and opened the zipper. His erect cock was straining his boxers trying to get out. I lowered his pants, not even wasting the time to remove them, not with the object of my desire that close to my mouth. Pulling down his boxers, I examined the lovely specimen in front of me. The boy wasn't huge, but he had a lovely 7 inch dick that was wider than Paul's had been. I immediately took his erection into my mouth. The gasp that escaped his lips told me he had no objections at all to my actions. I proceeded to give him the best blow job I knew how, and, according to Paul, I was a real pro. After sucking him for a couple minutes, I could tell that he was not going to last long, and I didn't want this blow job to end too soon, even though my pussy was aching for attention. I reluctantly let him out of my mouth, only to start licking his cock all along its length, and made sure to pay proper attention to his balls, which I could tell held a large load of beautiful sperm just waiting to unload for me. Tommy was swaying on his feet, maybe because of his injured ankle, but I'm pretty sure it was from the intense feelings he was having from my sucking and licking his cock and balls. He leaned forward, and his hands found their way to my tits, which he proceeded to rub and knead tenderly, especially tweaking my sensitive nipples between his fingers. That almost put me over the edge, and my pussy told my brain it was time for Tommy to let loose that first load so we could get down to the business it wanted – that cock buried deep inside me! I took his cock back inside my mouth, taking it as deep as I could, using my tongue to further stimulate him, along with the suction I was creating. Sure enough, it was only a minute before he started to tense up, and I felt a strong jet of cum hit the back of my throat, followed by another and another! I swallowed as quickly as I could – I didn't want to waste a drop of this. It had been so long since I had felt a man cum in my mouth, the pleasure was overwhelming. The slightly salty taste brought back a flood of memories. When he finally stopped shooting, I let his dick escape from my mouth, leaned back, and smiled up at him, licking my lips to make sure I got it all. "Mrs. Adams, that was the most incredible thing ever!" "Thank you, Tommy, but we have much more to do tonight. And please call me Mandy – Mrs. Adams sounds much too formal after what we just did. Can I call you Tom? You are too much of a man to be called Tommy." "I'd like that, Mrs...Mandy." I could see his pride swelling, and something else was starting to swell again, much to my delight. I helped him take off his shoes, pants, and boxers, so that now we were both naked as the day we were born. "Tom, as much pleasure as you received from my blow job a woman can enjoy from a man eating her pussy. Would you like to learn how to please me that way?" "Oh yes, Mandy, I would love to return the favor, but I'm not sure what to do. I mean, I've seen it done on a video, but....where do I start?" "Well, let's start with a few basics about women. First, our breasts are very sensitive, especially our nipples. It gave me real pleasure earlier when you played with my tits. I know they aren't very big, but they are still firm." "Are you kidding? You have a perfect body, and your breasts are magnificent. Can I suck on them also, or does that seem strange, like suckling a baby?" "Tom, it really excites a woman to have her breasts sucked, even have her nipples gently bitten, as long as it's not too hard. Another thing to learn, take a close look at my pussy. See the little nub at the top? That is the clitoris, and contains a mass of nerve endings just like the tip of your penis. A woman can reach orgasm without having it stimulated, but will reach one much quicker and more intense if the clit is stimulated during sex. You saw me with my vibrator – here, let me show you." I took the rabbit out of the nightstand drawer and showed it to him. "See how it rotates and goes up and down? That simulates a cock when it's in my pussy, but see the little extension? That stimulates my clit, and it is what caused me to have such an intense orgasm last night. Now while your lovely cock recovers from your orgasm, why don't you help me get ready for you to fuck me by exploring my body with your hands and your tongue?" Tom didn't need any more encouragement. I laid down on my back, and he crawled up next to me. Although he was inexperienced, his enthusiasm was contagious, and I started to get really turned on as he kneaded and licked my breasts. When he sucked on my right nipple, I let out a small gasp as a tingle ran from my tit down to my pussy. He must have figured out that I enjoyed that, because he moved to my left breast and attacked it with gusto! This boy was going to be a pro soon at pleasing a woman if he kept this up! After a couple minutes of this, I gently pushed his head down toward where I wanted him – my pussy. He got the message, and, as I spread my legs, he moved down the bed until his head was positioned between my legs. My pussy was dripping in anticipation. Very gently, he licked my lips and tasted my juices. His eyes lit up, and he smiled up at me and, like I had done after he came in my mouth, he licked his lips with his tongue and said "Yum!". It was like I had created a monster – a pussy eating monster – as he started to eat me out with relish. His tongue felt divine as he alternated between licking my slit and using it like a small dick and inserting it into my pussy. Then he remembered my telling him about the clit, and started licking it and gently nibbling it, causing it to extend from its hood. At first that surprised him, but my moans told him it was natural, and he went back to work even harder. Soon my hips were bucking up and down as I approached orgasm. Give him credit, he rode right with me, continuing to work on my clit and cunt until I finally had a thundering orgasm! My legs involuntarily clasped around his head, holding him tightly against my pussy as wave after wave of pleasure flooded through my body. After what seemed like hours, I game back to earth, and released him from my grasp. His face was covered with my juices, and he smiled again and asked "How did I do?" I was still trying to get my breath under control, but I managed to return the smile and tell him "Tom, that was fantastic! Are you sure you never did this before? God, am I happy that the girls in your class ignored you and you found your way to me." Looking down, I saw that his cock was rock hard and waiting for the final step of turning him from a boy into a man. "Tom, I am so horny right now I could scream. I really need to have that beautiful cock of yours inside me – will you fuck me please?" Go slow at first – your cock is bigger than I have had before, and it will take a minute for my pussy to stretch out to accommodate you, but it will, trust me." Tom moved up the bed until he was over me, and the tip of his cock was at the entrance of my pussy. Slowly, he pushed forward until three inches of that magnificent dick were inside me. Just as slowly he withdrew until he was almost out. Looking down, he saw how his dick was covered with the juices my pussy was copiously producing. "God your pussy is tight. I have dreamed of this for so long – I can't believe it's finally happening, and with such a beautiful woman as you Mandy. Are you OK with me going on?" Footprints Rather than say anything, I raised my legs until they were crossed behind his butt, and pulled him into me until his full length was inside, and his balls were hitting my ass. God, I was in heaven – he filled me like I hadn't been filled in a long time, certainly more than any vibrator could do. Needing no further encouragement, Tom started to fuck me properly, moving his hips to piston that cock in and out of my hot pussy. He even alternated his pace from slow and sweet to fast and furious. My hips rose and fell in sync with his thrusts, as I became lost in the pleasure he was giving me. Having come once already tonight, it was clear that Tom was going to last much longer this time. After ten minutes I couldn't hold out any longer, and another intense orgasm rocked my body. Tom slowed down to let me ride it out and enjoy the feeling as my pussy clamped down on his cock. "Tom, please pull out for a minute – I love the taste of my pussy on a man's cock, and want to suck you now". Obediently, Tom complied and I savored the heady aroma and taste as I licked my juice from his cock. I now turned over so that I was on my hands and knees, with my ass in the air. Tom knew just what to do, and came up behind me and buried that cock back into my waiting pussy. Doggie had always been my favorite position, since the cock stimulated my clit better than in missionary. Tom thrust eagerly into me, and even reached around me to fondle and tweak my tits. I was in heaven – here was this lovely man pleasuring me like I hadn't had in over a year. As he kept pumping into me, his balls bounced on my clit, driving me further toward ecstasy. Finally, I could feel him starting to tense up, and knew he was getting ready to release a load of cum inside me. I was also close to orgasm, so I reached back with my hand and started to furiously rub my clit. Just as Tom stopped pumping, and I felt a blast of hot cum hit my womb, my own orgasm hit and I shuddered in pleasure. My pussy clenched his cock, refusing to let go until I had milked every drop of his lovely seed deep inside my body. I collapsed onto the bed with Tom on top of me, his cock still buried in me. As we lay there trying to get our breath back, he went limp and, with an audible plop, his dick came out of my pussy. I rolled over and took his dick into my mouth, cleaning it of his come and my juices. He twitched a couple times, but I knew he was spent, and I don't think I could take any more myself tonight. "Mandy, thank you so much! I have never felt anything like that before!" "Tom, you are an incredible man, and I have not enjoyed myself this much in years. Now, even though I am not your teacher at school, please do not tell your friends about this as it may get us both in trouble. Will your parents miss you if you stay here tonight? I'm worn out, and I think you are too, but in the morning we could fuck again, and try other positions." "My parents are out of town this weekend – I'm by myself. That's why I got the courage to watch you in the first place, because I could sneak out without any problem." "Well, in that case, let's get some sleep. There's a lot more for you to learn tomorrow." Footprints in the Snow "I have a cabin up at Massanutten. Why don't I give the key to that to you and you can go up there this weekend and just sack out?" Reg3 was standing by my desk, having stopped in his periodic soaring through the offices, to notice that I was still in a morose mood. I was taken aback, though, both because he noticed and because he was suggesting that I could be two and a half hours away from Washington, D.C., at a snow-covered skiing resort, even on a weekend. The word "soaring" had fallen into my mental depiction of Reginald Walker III's visitation to his Lobbyist firm's offices because it was descriptive. These offices were located in a Crystal City, Virginia, high rise overlooking a runway of the Ronald Reagan National Airport and, beyond that, looking to the dome of the capitol building and the Washington Monument obelisk across the Potomac. Despite his seventy years, Reg3 was still a soaring hawk, lean and mean and floating above it all, including his office staff, ready to swoop down and tear at someone's guts and dine noisily and lustily. No one in the office was fooled by the sweat-stained gym outfit he was wearing to "check in" on his office staff. He'd just been playing a vigorous game of squash, yes, but it had been with some senator or congressman or oil company lobby representative, and Reg3 had come away with more lucrative winnings for the firm than just a sports win. By all appearances, Reginald Walker III was a one-man band of one legislation-influencing victory after another. Showing great stamina, he had been this energetic the entire twenty-six years I'd known and worked for him since I'd come out of graduate school at the age of twenty-four. But of course he didn't do it alone. His lobbyist victories were based on detailed research to provide a barrage of facts and secrets that Reg3 used to dive in for the kill just at the right time, at the right pressure point, and with the right argument. I was one of those researchers. For twenty-six years I'd gotten little more credit than a nod and a vacant smile when I'd provided the information, enlightening or damning, it didn't matter which, that had enabled Reg3 to change some wavering senator's or congressman's vote on an oil bill. Yes, I'd been rewarded richly in monetary terms and in the perks of working in a high-powered firm in the nation's capital. But Reg3 was a hard and demanding boss—and he was all business. And he was ruthless in dealing with any employee whose impropriety led to his firm or himself being placed at a disadvantage in gloves-off, go-for-the-jugular lobbyist negotiations. Reg3 was good at identifying who had really contributed what and to hand out generous bonuses appropriately and fairly, but he wasn't the one to know anything about the life of one of his employees outside of the office or to stop at someone's desk, note the family photos, and enquire after someone's wife or children. He expected an employee's life to be dedicated to him, Reginald Walker III. Which made it all the more surprising that he noticed that I had been moping around the office for days—or, more surprising—that he cared enough to notice it and to offer me the keys to his mountain cabin and the permission to be more than a two-hour drive from his beck and call for a string of nights in a row. It was a Friday morning on the cusp of a three-day holiday weekend. It actually sent a chill of apprehension up my spine. I had come to count on his disinterest in my life beyond the office. There was no framed photo of a smiling wife and children on my desk. If my boss had been more the observant and caring kind, I would have had to conjure up such a photo. There wasn't a photo because there was no wife and children. There only was a procession of younger men, men I picked up in gyms for their looks and their muscles and for their sexual preferences, men who were looking for someplace to live as they passed through the area from job to job—often, in my case, as personal trainers at the gyms I belonged to. I was morose because the latest in a twenty-five-year string of these, Brad—the last in a progression of Brads and Chucks and Steves and Rods—had moved on, and not too amiably. I was fifty years old. I had reached a phase of looking for some form of stability, more a relationship than a progression of encounters that seemed like one-night stands even if the man fucking me was in my bed every night and had his own bureau and closet in my bedroom. If Reg3 was more observant of a man who had worked for him for twenty-six years and had taken more interest in the few hours I spent away from his office and service, he certainly would have noticed that I was gay and opened my legs for a succession of bulked-up younger men. He couldn't have failed to link this with a chink in his office's armor to be discovered and used by the ruthless opposition at any moment—just as Reg3 didn't hesitate to use such information on the opposition himself, using data that underlings like me provided him. "Are you sure, Mr. Walker?" I asked. "I would love to get away for a few nights, but with the wintery conditions out—and Massanutten could be completely snowed in—I would be out of touch." "I'll be out of town myself for the long weekend, John," Reg3 said, not really focusing on me, his mind, as was often the case with him, skipping ahead to the next item on his agenda. But he obviously was serious, as he already was fiddling with a ring of keys attached to a loop in the waistband of his gym shorts. I held the prize in my hand while he wrote down the address of his mountain house and directions on a pad of paper on my desk. He wasn't a bulky man, more lean and sinewy, but his hard-bodied musculature, clearly revealed in the T-shirt and gym shorts he was wearing—was apparent and proved out how active and energetic he was even at his age. My eyes couldn't help but follow the tight line of the meat of his thighs and calves as he leaned over my desk and wrote out the directions. There was a musky scent to him that brought to mind not only that he'd only recently come from a vigorous squash match but also that, at seventy, he was still a vital, virile male. It went with the territory of being a ruthless lobbyist in Washington, I thought. Going to Massanutten really could put me out of touch with the rest of the world. The ski resort was a two-and-a-half hour four-wheel-drive trek in the snowy conditions of this Martin Luther King Holiday long weekend to the southwest of Washington, across the line of the Blue Ridge Mountains and nearly to Harrisonburg. I had been to the Massanutten resort before, but only in the summer months. It was one of the earliest minor ski resorts—mostly artificial snow and short runs—within a vacation-home strike for a busy and harried, but affluent, worker from the nation's capital. It had been designed and marketed heavily, but had been overtaken in sales decades ago by resorts offering better snow, longer trails, and more luxurious amenities. So, despite being one of the first, from the early sixties, it was only about half subscribed and a time share could be picked up for the price of taking over the payments. Massanutten was a Native American name that I had always thought of finding the meaning of—but never did. I did know it had been a sacred mountain for the Indians, the last peak running south on a spur off the Blue Ridge and pretty much running down the center of the Shenandoah Valley. I had always assumed it had been chosen for this spiritual purpose because of its shape. Although I was told it wasn't, I had initially thought it had been a volcano of ancient days, the Blue Ridge being the oldest mountain chain on the North American continent in geological terms. It looked like a small, long-dormant volcano to me, with its bowl exposed by a collapse of the rim on the eastern side. The result was a natural bowl at elevation with steep rims on three sides—which now supported short ski runs. The higher-rise time-share condos were located in the bowl and on the lower slope of the rim to the west along with the central club building, and the separate houses ran around on the slopes to either side and then down the mountain on spurs off the main road rising up to the bowl from the eastern side. Reg3's separate cabin was at the end of one of these spur roads half way up the northern rim. For me, Massanutten would be an ideal retreat. They didn't need artificial snow this week. There already were several inches on the ground in the valley below, most likely more already on Massanutten Mountain, and more snow was in the forecast. This was Virginia, the upper south. It didn't take much snow and ice to make the roads hazardous, because there wasn't much reason to invest heavily in snow-removal infrastructure, especially in the rural and mountainous areas between Washington and the middle Shenandoah Valley. I needed the isolation a snowy Massanutten Mountain promised—not to ski, but to hunker down in front of a fire and replan my future. Brad had been a life changer for me. For months I had thought—and planned on—Brad being permanent. He was at the upper edge of his bodybuilder phase. He still had great muscle tone, but he was balding and slowing down. He hadn't done anything more professionally than work in, and work out in, gyms. He had passed forty, and he'd need to find something to settle down to more permanently. I had offered him that, with me, and I thought he was good with it. But there was another man, a younger man, a richer man than me. And in just a few moments of screaming and packing, Brad had crushed my plans and dreams and was out of my life. I was too old to go through this again. I needed to get away and rethink all of this. I was doing something wrong. I had no idea what it was. It wasn't my ability to support a man or my looks or my body or my talent as a bottom—at least yet, I knew. I had to rethink everything. The offer of a long weekend on a snow-bound mountain fell into my lap like manna from heaven. "Thanks, Mr. Walker. I appreciate this." "Don't mention it, John," Reg3 said, as he let loose of the edge of the paper he'd written the directions on and then gone over with me. And "don't mention it" fit the circumstance. His mind and attention already were someplace else—somewhere else for his brief hovering over the busy, heads-down staff in the office on a Friday morning in his periodic flight overhead to check out that all were busy and productive before he went on to his next squash match or hunting trip or bar cruising activity that only looked like he was at play when he was actually adding up the billables of his successful lobbying work. I stood up and watched him float on down the corridor between the small office spaces, holding the precious key and directions in my hand. My name wasn't John. It was Sean. I'd worked for Reginald Walker III for twenty-six years, and still he couldn't remember my name. I wasn't surprised. It went with the focused-on-cut-throat-business, dynamo that was Reginald Walker III. * * * * "Thank god for Chuck—or was it Steve?" I thought as I navigated my Subaru Forester along the ever-narrowing road—becoming more a track than a road—along the side of the ridge curving around on the northern side of the Massanutten bowl. It was getting dark, and I wanted to get to Reg3's cabin while I could still read the directions on the paper he'd handed me. I'd left the office right after Reg3 had. I was senior enough to come and go as I wished, and I rarely went before churning out ten hours of work. So I didn't feel at all guilty leaving early on the Friday of a three-day weekend. As it was, the rest of the office had started thinning out as soon as they heard the ping of the elevator taking Reg3 out of his realm. I went home and packed and was on the road south by 2:00 p.m. I was thanking my earlier guys, whoever it had been who had given the advice, for telling me that, if I only had one car, even in the Washington, D.C., region, it should be four-wheel drive. The Forester wasn't flashy but it was reliable and I'd passed several nice sports car—and more than one SUV—in snow-bound ditches off to the side of Route 340 on my way down here. As it was, even the Forester was beginning to chug and catch occasionally on this spur road. But then there it was, or rather they were. There were several undeveloped lots near the end of this spur road, but there, right where the directions said I would find it, was Reg3's log cabin, sitting well above the road on a pretty steep driveway. The driveway was asphalted, and it wasn't covered too badly with snow yet, that I could see, so I revved up the motor, turned left, and muscled the car up to inside a doorless carport underneath the log cabin, the first of two identical ones side by side on the road. I had a slight scare right before I reached the base of the driveway. I was looking up at the house and rise of the driveway, estimating whether I should attempt the climb, when a blur of dark green slid out of the trees and onto the road to the left of me. Whatever it was, it almost hit the fender of the Forester before it turned and lurched back into the tree line. "A hunter, I wondered?" But I didn't think they would permit hunting inside the perimeter of the resort. I called the house I was looking up at a log cabin because Reg3 had done so, but it wasn't the rustic structure I had expected. It was built of logs, yes, but it was one of those sleek Lindal cedar houses of thinner, more varnished logs and soaring roofs with large expanses of glass. My first thought was whether I was going to be able to keep warm in it. That thought evaporated as soon as I entered the house. It was toasty warm, as if someone had come ahead and turned up the heater—a heater that worked efficiently. It wasn't hot, though, and my second thought of whether I'd have energy to set up a fire in the three-story rock fireplace I could see off to the right from the foyer was erased quickly as well. Logs were laid in the fireplace and, making sure the flue was open, lighting the fire was my first order of business before taking my coat and boots off. The house was smaller on the inside than it appeared on the outside, this because most of the interior space, the living room to the right and the dining room to the left soared up two stories into a steep-roof ceiling in one open space. On the left, behind the dining room, was a large kitchen. Above the kitchen was a loft bedroom and bath, a balcony opened from the bedroom on one side to the living room and on another to the dining room. Two rock walls, more columns, separated the living room from the dining room. A staircase rose up to the loft directly from the foyer, climbing between the rock columns. Behind the living room was a commodious bedroom and bath. Completing the footprint to the left of this, behind the kitchen, was a screened porch. A rock wall faced both the far wall of the porch and the bedroom at the rear of the house, as the footprint for the house was cut right into the mountainside behind. The house was tastefully decorated, but not overly decorated, in Southwestern style. There was beer in the refrigerator to complement the groceries I'd brought, and the built-in wine refrigerator was completely stocked. This was an expensively outfitted, but no-frills man's abode. I would feel the personality of Reg3 radiating from the house. In an off-hand manner, Reg3 had told me to be free with the liquor I found. I hadn't realized I'd find so much. There was a well-stocked bar between the dining room and the kitchen as well. I found how to turn the music on and how to dim the lights. I didn't find any curtains to cover the soaring double-paned windows in the living room and the dining room, looking out, over the front deck, to the twinkling lights of the bowl of the mountain and the white stripes of the ski runs rising up the southern rim, across the bowl. I also figured out how to control the DVD part of the large-screen TV plastered to the rock chimney rising above the fireplace, and, just in a robe and with a glass of wine beside me and a flickering fire in the fireplace, I clicked into one of the several male porno DVDs I'd brought with me. I settled down to slowly masturbate my tensions away to a vid with a top who fondly and stirringly reminded me of the Rod of my experience of some twenty years earlier. After my third glass of Shiraz and second ejaculation to the DVDs, I'd gone to sleep on the couch facing the fireplace. The fire was out and the DVD screen showing a pulsing blue when I woke. I closed up and went up to the loft, where I'd decided to sleep rather than in the first-floor master bedroom because the view out of the tall windows in the living room and dining room gave me a feeling of soaring out over the valley below. I had intentionally not permitted myself to do any thinking about where I was and where I was going this first evening. I'd do my thinking over the next three days. * * * * Virtually the first thing I noticed when I woke up the next morning and stood, naked and stretching at the balcony overlooking the dining room, the downward-sloping and wooded front yard of the cabin, and the valley below were the footprints on the snow on the driveway, leading up from the road below and then back down again. It had snowed several inches in the night. The footprints weren't there when I had driven up the driveway—I was sure of that. Of course, however, being sure didn't stop me from wondering how observant I'd been while muscling the Forester up the incline. They would have been right there in front of me, though. If they'd been there last evening. Not that it mattered if there had been footprints when I arrived. It had snowed in the night, a significant accumulation. No, they were fresh footprints—probably sometime this morning. "Strange," I thought, "for someone to be walking up to houses out here near the end of a spur road." While mulling this, I saw the blur of a black SUV pass by on the road before me. This shouldn't have surprised me, but it seemed that I should recognize the vehicle from somewhere—but I didn't. It was bigger and boxier than most SUVs were these days, but it didn't look old. I ruminated about both of these sightings while I sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee, and chewing on a bagel. I came here to think deep thoughts about my life, but I found myself thinking about unexplained footsteps in the snow. And that blur of black of a car this far back on a spur road. There was that cabin next door, of course. That would explain that. Maybe even explain the footprints, although the houses were on the same level, with no obstructions between them. It wouldn't seem that someone going between the two houses would need to go down one driveway and up the other. Maybe someone was in residence in one of the other houses on the road and had some responsibilities for this house. The heat had been on and up to a comfortable level when I had arrived. Maybe there was a caretaker here of sorts. Reg3 hadn't mentioned one, though. I found myself ruminating on what such a caretaker might be like. Would he be old or a young, fit man? I tried not to think that it might be a woman. Then I thought back onto the previous evening. I'd slouched in a sofa, facing the fireplace, the lights dim, although there had been light, watching gay male porn DVDs, and jacking off—several times because I was highly sexed—in front of a nearly full-wall expanse of glass and no drapes. I rose from the kitchen table and padded out to the living room. I was barefoot and only wearing sleeping pants. I told myself, as I carried my coffee cup with me, that I was only going to take in the view across the bowl of the mountain and down the valley, through the widely spaced tree trunks in the front yard, but when I got to the window, I looked down at the floor of the deck that ran across the width of the cabin. The footprints in the snow came across the deck and stopped in front of the window.