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Gary and Jayne Ch. 01

By: jaynejayneway



I'm not sure when I decided I wanted to run a marathon. I'd never been the athletic type at all, and smoked most of my adult life. After I got married and had my boys I decided I needed to be healthy for them. I finally managed to quit smoking and joined a gym to offset the inevitable weight gain. I am fortunate to be a stay-at-home mom. We live pretty lean, but that's OK. Over the next few years working out became a passion, along with gardening and cooking. As the boys got older and started school they didn't require as much of my time, and I'll look for any excuse to avoid housework, so I had time to put into training. I realized I would always be slow. I'm slow on the bike, slow at swimming, slow at running. I'd done a few triathlons and they were fun, a challenge. I still don't know when or why I decided to do the 26.2 miler, but I've got a training schedule and I'm following it. The key is to build your endurance, which is what I'm doing. I run three or four days a week, and bike or swim on the other days for cross training. Maybe it's a mid-life crisis.

I first met Gary in a rather ignomious fashion. I was riding my bike up at Flatwoods park, an eleven mile paved loop up in the uh, woods, northeast of Tampa used by bikers, runners and skaters. It's a preserve carved out of suburbia hell. It's full of wildlife. I've seen gators, deer, wild turkey, hawks, snakes, turtles, rabbits, all kinds of wild creatures. They have several nests of bluebirds, which are my favorite. I had stopped to fill up my water bottle at one of the shelters they have every few miles on the trail that are kept stocked with icy water in coolers, and got distracted by a blue bird flying close to me while I was dismounting my bike. I was trying to pull my leg high to dismount but ended up falling over 'cause I was paying more attention to the bird than I was to what I was doing. I wasn't hurt but was glad, for a moment, that there was no one around to see me looking so clumsy and ungraceful. I was glad no one was around until I noticed that my bike chain had dislodged when I had landed on top of my bike.

I had no idea how to replace the chain; I'm not the mechanical type. I fiddled around with it for awhile, but just got grease on my hands. I was in for a long walk; I was 3 ½ miles from my car. I cursed, filled up my water bottle, took off my helmet and clipped it the handle bars, adjusted my ipod and started walking. It was a hot morning in June and I was already soaked with sweat, but there was nothing else I could do. I had seen a few people swish by but no one had stopped. Most of the ones that I had seen looked serious, hunched low over their aero bars, doing hard training rides, or groups of two or three out challenging each other.

I'd been walking about five minutes when I saw another biker go by, but this figure slowed, turned around and headed back in my direction. "Need help?" he asked as he slowed down in front of me. Thank god he looked normal. I was afraid that one of the trail trolls (big gut, stuffed sausage-like into their spandex) might come to my rescue.

"Uh, yeah," I said, turning off my ipod, "my chain fell off and I've got no idea how to put it back on."

"Oh, it's not a problem; I can show you how to do that. But let's try to find some shade." He dismounted his bike and was clip clopping along on his bike shoes. There was a clump of trees just ahead that gave protection from the very strong sun so we wheeled in that direction. "My name's Gary," he said.

I looked over at him and took full measure. My, my I thought. A man that actually looks good in those goofy bike clothes. He had taken his helmet off too and he had dark brown hair that was plastered to his skull, wet with sweat, was very tall and very lean, very tan and looked very good in those spandex shorts. He had a blue bike jersey on. I couldn't see his eyes behind his dark sunglasses but I smiled at him and told him my name was Jay, short for Jayne. "Hi, Jay short for Jayne," he smiled. I told him how much I appreciated him stopping and helping. 

He leaned his bike against a tree and I held mine while he knelt down and started working on it. He talked me through what he was doing, so I'd be able to do it myself if I needed to. He told me to gear down to the small cog and then he just slipped the chain back on and turned the pedal backwards and threaded it back on and it took all of a minute. He looked up at me when he was done. He had taken off his sunglasses while he worked and I was shocked. His eyes were a brilliant sapphire blue and his shirt really brought out their color. I almost stuttered over what I was saying. He was really gorgeous. I had also noticed that wide silver band on the ring finger of his left hand. I looked down at my own left hand and looked at my rings. I had a nice rock. I had a really great husband, too. But it's hard not to notice a man like that, very male, especially one who looked that good. Tall, dark, lean, handsome, blue eyes (my weakness, really, dark hair and blue eyes.) What's not to like? I sighed to myself and remembered something I'd read somewhere. There are other attractive people in this world besides your spouse. You've got to learn to deal with it.

"There, all done. Nothing to it, really." Gary said.

'Thank you oh so much," I said. "You're right, it's not that hard, I think I can do it if it happens again."

"When, not if," he said, standing up and brushing off his hands.

"Oh, your hands are all dirty!" They were smudged with black grease from the chain. "I'm so sorry you got your hands all messy."

"Oh, I don't mind getting dirty," he said. I looked up at him sharply. Was there something else in his tone? He'd put back on his glasses so I couldn't read his eyes. I just raised an eyebrow to him and smirked. "I mean, it washes off," he added hastily.

"Oh, OK. I see. Uh, thanks again. I feel like such an idiot. Thank you for rescuing me. I will call you Gary, rescuer of distressed damsels. Make that Gallant Gary, Rescuer of Distressed Damsels."

"Don't be daft, Jay, short for Jayne. It was no problem." We had wheeled our bikes back onto the path. Several other bikers had passed us by during the repair. We mounted our bikes and rode together for a minute or two, chatting easily. We talked about biking a bit. He was really into it and it's just a hobby for me, cross training, a way to burn calories and raise my heart rate without pounding my legs. It was also a way to get outside and get some fresh air. After a few minutes he said goodbye and sped off after I had thanked him yet again. I finished my ride a short time later, loaded my bike, stretched, and headed home. I was in a really good mood for some reason.

II

The next time I saw Gary was about three weeks later. I was in the parking lot, my ride already finished. I was taking off all my stuff (helmet, glasses, heart rate monitor, ipod, gloves) when I heard a "Hey!" behind me. I turned around and peered up at this tall guy. He said, again, "Hey, it's Gary. The guy who helped you with your bike chain." I couldn't see a thing without my glasses. I ducked into my car, found my regular pair, put them on and turned to him. Oh, yes, he was as handsome as I remembered. I flashed him a big smile.

I wondered what he saw when he looked at me. I'm short, I've got shoulder length dark brown hair that curls in the humidity (which is most of the time in Florida, thank goodness) and I'm very curvy. Even though I work out like a fiend I still have a pot belly. I blame having two kids. I've got great legs (a vanity point for me) a nice factory rack (36DD) and my husband tells me I look hot. I'm pretty enough, I guess, but no raving beauty. I won't be stopping traffic anytime soon

"Ah, yes, Gallant Gary, Rescuer of Distressed Damsels! Good to see you again. And again, thank you." I looked pointedly at his hands, "Guess the grease came off."

"Yes, it did. And please don't call me that again. It makes me feel like an idiot." He grimaced.

"Why? It's true. I don't mean to belabor the point, but you rescued my ass. No one else stopped to help. I'd have had a really long walk without you."

"OK, OK. Thanks accepted. Just stop calling me Gallant Gary," he requested.

"Alright. GG it'll be." I smiled at him. I remembered back when I was in my early teens and my best friend and I gave all the good looking guys nick names and one had the nickname of gorgeous guy, GG for short. Gary didn't need to know that. We chatted for a few more minutes and then he went off for his ride and I climbed into my mom-mobile van and headed home. I noted his car, a red Toyota Matrix with a pro-biker bumper sticker on the back.

We saw each other sporadically. I was always happy when I pulled into the parking lot and saw his car. But then one time when we were talking he said he rode at Flatwoods every Wednesday morning, so suddenly Wednesday became my morning to ride as well. To heck with that yoga class.

In the beginning I'd be riding and would see a swoosh go by, with a wave and a "Hey, Jay short for Jayne!" called out. That happened for a few weeks. Then, if he'd catch up with me on a ride he'd slow down and ride with me for a minute or two before speeding off. Then it became a mile or two. We'd chat about inconsequential things. He was encouraging me to get more serious about biking but I was balking because it's just a release for me. I didn't want to invest money in pedals and clips and special shoes and all that. I just liked to get out and ride and I needed to give my body a rest from running. I would like to go faster but that was not the point. The fact was that I was out, on my bike, riding for an hour to an hour and a half. To me, the former couch potato/smoker/slouch it felt like a major accomplishment. 

I felt the pull of attraction every time I saw him but tried to quash it. He chatted happily about his wife, Tracey, also a serious biker, and I spoke about of my husband, Mark. We were both happily married. How odd is that in this day and age? I just enjoyed my time with this very attractive man. I'm happily married but, let's face it, not immune to the charms of a handsome, attentive man. I could never tell if he was flirting. He kept everything on the level, kept the conversation simple. We talked about biking, camping, politics, music, our spouses, our kids and their activities. One day we finished our ride at the same time and went to the back of the office area where there are picnic tables to do our post ride stretch. I did the normal quads and hams and back stretches, then I felt that I still had my heart rate monitor strap on. I reached up under my shirt to unfasten the belt and glanced up. Gary was looking at what my hands were doing under my shirt with what looked like intense interest, but as soon as he saw me looking at him he looked away. I don't know if I imagined it or not.

We continued this way for a few months. He'd catch up with me on a ride and we'd spend maybe 10 minutes riding together, talking about everything and nothing. Almost like a new relationship when you share and explore and get to know each other, but it wasn't that deep, we didn't get into feelings or emotions too much. Probably closer to an exercise buddy relationship, where you start to share things with people you sweat with. Anyway, it was odd. I found his company stimulating and fun. We shared lots of laughs. Along with my weakness for dark hair and blue eyes is a weakness for a man who can make me laugh. I appreciate the time and effort it takes to be entertaining and to amuse me. Gary could tickle my funnybone. He could make me giggle so hard that I'd have a hard time keeping my bike straight and one time I almost rode into his bike but recovered at the last second.

I harbored secret fantasies about GG. I knew he was happily married so I didn't include any long term thinking in my thoughts. They were more salacious and short term. I just wanted to get into his pants. But I was at war with myself. How can I profess to love my husband yet harbor fantasies of another man? Forsaking all others, 'til death do us part. I vowed all that in front of a couple hundred people. Our sex lives was not bad for a couple who'd been married 13 years. But we'd lost the passion of the very early years. As Mark once said, "Why try something new when we know that the tried and true works?" Sex was routine....let's face it, boring. While I'm not one to scoff at an orgasm, there are degrees. There are lightening storms and there are hurricanes. There are street buskers and there's the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. There's 7-11 and there's Saks Fifth Avenue. There's a molehill and there's the Alps. There's Russell Stover and there's imported Belgian chocolate. Sex was good but not awesome. But I was not out looking. Mark was a good man. Too busy for my taste, but I'd long ago settled on my fate. I took what time I could get from him and was happy that I was able to be a stay at home mom. Actually, I was delighted with my role. Stay at home mom, volunteer at various activities, gym rat, runner, cyclist, gardener, kayaker, baker, cook. As long as I took care of hubby and kids, which I did very well, I could do whatever I wanted. It's a good life to have and I didn't need to do anything to mess it up.

III

It was early December and I took my bike up to Flatwoods early in the morning, right after I dropped my son and the kids I carpool off at school. My bike was strapped to the back on my rack. It was a bit cool, low 70's, but I had a jacket on. It was overcast but I didn't think anything about it; it rarely rained in Florida in December. I pulled into the parking lot and there weren't many other cars there. I put air in my tires and got ready. Strapped on heart rate monitor, sweat band, helmet, watch, sunglasses, Ipod and headed off for my ride, shedding my coat before I went because I knew I'd heat up quickly from riding. It was a wonderful morning and since it was overcast it was easy to see (the sun wasn't burning into my retinas) so I really enjoyed my ride. But as my ride progressed it became more gloomy, and the wind picked up. It started to sprinkle at about mile 8 of the 11 mile loop; another 2 minutes went by and it was pouring. I heard thunder and lightening strikes. Close. I tried to spin faster but was worried with the slick road that I'd crash. 

I heard him approach from behind. "Hey, Jay short for Jayne! Lovely weather we're having this morning, eh?" He pulled abreast. I looked over at him and he was as soaked as I was. It was raining so hard that I had a hard time seeing because the rain was driving right into my face and into my glasses. It was also getting colder, but I was still warm from the ride. "There's a shelter up ahead. Let's stop there until this passes." I followed him as he wheeled off the path onto a gravel road that led to a brown lean-to with picnic tables. It was about 200 feet off the main path. We were laughing at our predicament as we pulled up under the cover of the shelter. I was glad to be out of the rain. We leaned our bikes against the wall and took off our helmets and gloves and I took off my glasses since they were spotted with water and I couldn't see through them anyway. "Didn't you see the weather this morning?" GG asked as we sat down on one of the benches. It was raining torrents, we could barely see out of the shelter because it was a solid curtain of water, some of it spraying on us because of the wind, getting us even more wet.

"Uh, no, I don't normally have time in the morning. Why?" I asked.

"There's a tropical storm heading this way," he replied.

"Shut up! It's December! It's past hurricane season. That's just plain crazy." I took a slug of water. "That explains why the parking lot was practically deserted." I was getting really cold now that we had stopped riding. "And if you knew a tropical storm was heading our way, what are you doing out here?" I demanded. I started rubbing my arms while my teeth began to chatter and I started to shiver. My extremities (toes and fingers) get like ice when I get cold.

"Oh, a bit of rain doesn't normally keep me from my ride. I've ridden in worse. And I thought I'd be done before the storm got here. Now that I think about it, this probably isn't the main part of the storm, but some of the early bands."

"It's a pretty large band." I chattered between my teeth. 

"Jay short for Jayne, are you OK? I think you're actually turning a bit blue." I reached for his hands. "My God, you're like ice!" He sounded alarmed. "I don't have anything for you to put on, everything I have is soaked. Here," he said, pulling me onto his lap, "let's see if body heat can get you warmed up." He rubbed his hands up and down my bare legs and arms. I was too cold to do anything but try to snuggle as close as possible. I tugged up his shirt so my hands could be next to his skin and he yelped when I touched him. My body was racked with shivers from the cold. He kept this up for a few minutes. "My God, woman, what is up with you? You head out without looking at the weather, without the proper clothing for the day. I should let you freeze. You've earned two demerits." Slowly I was relaxing and warming up a bit and was enjoying his ministrations. This felt pretty darned good. Then I felt a bump under my rear. His penis was twitching and coming to life. I lifted my head that had been burrowed into his chest and looked up at his face, into his eyes. At that moment, a fire erupted inside me. In a second I went from being cold to on fire. My body became instantly aroused and I wanted him. Our eyes met and our gazes held for a moment and the fire continued to build inside me. He whispered my name, "Jay," and lowered his head to kiss me. It started off slow, tentative, but the heat kicked in quickly. Our lips parted, tongues met and I heard some soft moans escape from my throat. He ended the kiss and pulled back, a question in his eyes. If either one of us felt enough guilt to stop, this would have been the moment to do so. If I felt a flash of regret the lust I was feeling soundly squelched it. I reached for his face with one hand and pulled him back for another kiss. The other arm I tightened around his back. I couldn't remember ever feeling this degree of hunger and desire. His breathing shallowed and he was gulping air between kisses. I got up off Gary's lap, stood up, never breaking the kiss, and straddled him so we were spandex to spandex. I could feel his penis straining through the fabric. His hands were roaming everywhere, up and down my legs, ass, back and arms, squeezing, caressing, rubbing. The frantic kisses continued.

"Oh my God this feels sooooo good, you feel so good, ohmigod, ohmigod" I groaned.

He pulled at the hem of my shirt, moving it upward. I leaned back and helped him pull my soaked shirt over my head and he attacked my sports bra while I slipped off my heart rate monitor strap. The wind was cool on my newly exposed skin but I was on fire, I couldn't feel it at all. The only thing I felt was his hands on my body. They managed to free my boobs from the imprisonment of the sports bra. They bounced free and swayed. He stared at my chest for a moment. "Wow, I've been wondering what they looked like. They're even nicer than I imagined!" he exclaimed, lowering his head. He was able to fully enclose one breast in his large hand and took turns, back and forth, sucking, biting, nibbling, squeezing, caressing. I leaned back and enjoyed the sensations for a few moments, then I straightened up and got him to stop for a moment and tugged his shirt off. What a nice chest. Broad, lightly sprinkled with dark hair, he was very lean. I admired him and ran my hands up and down his sides. He bent over and started on my breasts again, first one and then the other. I closed my eyes and shuddered in pleasure, then opened them and peeked down at him. The contrast of his dark, tan skin against my very white breasts was amazingly erotic. My nipples were a dark, rosy pink, little erasers. He looked up at that moment and our eyes met and we both smiled. He stopped for a quick kiss on the mouth then went back to my breasts. He seemed to know the right pressure to apply. Not too light a caress, not too hard a twist, but just right. My boobs have never been particularly sensitive but I was feeling sensations like I never had before. I could have sat there forever. 


Gary and Jayne Ch. 01



I whispered encouragements, "Oh my god, yes, yes....that feels so good...uhhh...GG...ummm." I was rocking back and forth slowly, rubbing my crotch against his hard staff that was straining against his shorts. I was dizzy with desire. Then one of his hands drifted down to between my legs and slid between our bodies, cupping my sex.

"Oh my," he growled in my ear, "Just feel that damp heat. My god that makes me even hornier, if that's possible." He rubbed back and forth a bit and I arched my back, sinking into the sensations, trying to get him closer. Abruptly he stood up, set me down, and leaned over and started jerking down my shorts. I stepped out of them. He stared down at my naked body, taking it in, pot belly and all. "Bald," he growled, "good." He slipped one finger between my folds and I had to clutch onto him to keep from falling 'cause my knees almost buckled under me. He drew his finger back and forth, over my clit, then back and one of those long fingers was up inside me. I tried to spread my legs to give him easier access. 

"Unh, unh, uh" I moaned as he pleasured me with first one then two fingers. He was kissing my throat while he was stroking me and I was out of my mind with desire and sensations I don't remember ever feeling before. One of my hands was holding onto him to keep my balance and the other was roaming over his back. I opened my eyes and saw the bulge in his shorts. I reached out and tugged them down and his beautiful cock sprang free. He kicked away his shorts. "Oh, my!" I whispered, surprised and delighted at the size of his penis. He stopped what he was doing to watch me. I enclosed his penis in both hands. It was a couple inches longer than my husband's, and slightly thicker too. I caught some pre-cum on the tip and spread it around and worked my hands up and down. I wanted to taste it, to taste him. I started to lower my head but he stopped me.

"Later, later, you can do that later. I want you now, I want to be in you right now. Come here." He commanded. He sat back down on the bench and pulled me back on top of him, straddling him like before. His penis was hard and straight and flat against his belly. I stroked myself up and down on it.

"Gary, do you have a condom? I'm not on any birth control."

"What?.... No.... Oh God, don't stop me now. I never planned to.... I never thought...." He continued his assault on my senses. In addition to me rubbing my clit up and down on his penis, he was grabbing and squeezing my ass. I was incoherent with desire. "I haven't used a condom since.... I'll pull out, I promise. I've gotta have you."

In answer, I lifted my rear up and pulled my feet back from behind him and rested them on either side of him for leverage. I rubbed the head of his penis back and forth to lubricate it, positioned it at my opening, and sank down onto him. The sensation was astounding as he filled me totally. It took two or three thrusts to get him all the way in I heard him murmur: "Oh ...Jay...you're so tight....this feels incredible....you feel incredible...so good..." We kissed and watched each other's reactions. I was gurgling in pleasure and delight. It felt like his penis speared my entire body, up to my throat. I wrapped my legs back around his back and let his hands on my hips control the pace. He started with slow, leisurely thrusts. I couldn't believe how it felt. Had sex ever felt this good?

Thrust. "Oh!" thrust "my" thrust "god" thrust "I" thrust "can't..." Each time he entered me another word popped out, "believe... how... good...this... feels. This...is...incredible...my...god...don't...stop...Gary...my...god...I...don't......want......this...ever...to...end.....uhhh...it...it... it feels sooo wonderful."

His hands moved from my hips to my rear and he squeezed hard as he moved me on and off, in and out. "Uhhh..me too... keep talking," he muttered, his voice thick, "it's a turn on.....I'm feeling the same way." Our lips locked and our eyes locked and he picked up the pace a bit. Abruptly he stood up, my legs still around him and his penis deep inside me, and moved to the back wall next to where we had leaned our bikes. He braced me against the wall and resumed his quickened pace. I was hanging on for dear life, enjoying every sensation his hammering body was bringing. Speech became impossible and I just grunted or moaned with each thrust, every time he buried his penis deep inside me.

His legs had to be getting tired, but he kept at it for a good while. I didn't want the incredible feelings I was having to stop. I didn't want him to stop. But a few minutes later he moved me again, this time to the end of the picnic table. He laid me down and stood between my legs, his penis still buried deep in my body. His hands roved up and squeezed my breasts again; he rubbed and tweaked my nipples. One hand stayed there and played and the other moved down to where our bodies were joined. He slipped a finger into my slit and started to play with my clit while he rocked slowly back and forth, in and out of me. He rubbed easy circles around my clit, then added another finger and gently trapped it between the V of his two fingers. It was too much. My body temperature soared, I felt a hot flash go through me as my orgasm hit. It was so intense that I thought I'd faint. I let go with the sounds affects, too, couldn't help it. I may have screamed. He slowed what he was doing and gave me a minute to savor and recover. After my head had cleared a bit, I opened my eyes to find him staring at me. I lifted up to kiss him and just said, "Wow!" 

Once he decided I was back with him he picked up his pace again, this time changing entry angles a bit. Soon he was back to a steady fast in and out; I could hear the sounds of our bodies joining, the slick slap of flesh on flesh. Gary's breathing quickened and he was gasping for air, he bucked on me, moaned loudly, pulled out and spilled his seed all over the ground. Then he collapsed on top of me. I felt his heart pounding in his chest but quickly it returned to normal. He pulled himself up on one arm, looked at me and said, simply, "Wow!" before lowering his head for another kiss.

"Wow!" I repeated, between kisses.

"Wow!" he agreed.

The rain had almost stopped, which means we would almost be visible from the road if anybody was going by. It was time to get going. We had a good laugh trying to get our damp clothes back on. It was like trying to put on a wet bathing suit. I was getting cold again. Fortunately we weren't too far from the parking lot where my jacket was waiting in my car, and I warmed up once I was riding again.

I was feeling awkward now that it was over. I wondered what he was thinking. Was he awash in guilt? Would he want to see me again? Or would I represent something loathsome to him, the one who enticed him to break his vows? Did I have a scarlet A on my forehead? How was my guilt level? All these thoughts were swirling in my head as we made our way back to the parking lot.

I had no desire to leave my husband, but I sure did desire to have sex like that again. That was the most incredible sexual experience of my life. Would it be possible to have both?

We loaded our bikes onto our cars and I got my jacket and we went to stretch. We kept the conversation light. I couldn't keep the stupid grin off my face; neither could he. I thought I'd have to go with my questions unanswered, but right as I was finishing up my stretch routine he moved over to my side of the pavilion, grabbed my arm and pulled me back in the shadows, away from any windows, and kissed me hard, ran his fingers through my scraggly hair. "Next week, same time?"

"Wow!" I said.

"Wow!" he agreed. 



Gary and Jayne Ch. 02



Note to readers: I'd recommend starting with Part 1 to familiarize yourself with the characters. Thanks to Snakey3456 for his editorial help on this and part 1. Thanks for the feedback; Part 1 was my first submission. The story involves adultery, so if you find that offensive please skip.

I.

I had spent the past few days since my encounter with Gary teeter-tottering between guilt and elation. I had cried on the way home from our encounter, big self-loathing sobs. When I got home I lay on my bed for quite some time and pondered. I could still smell Gary's scent on my skin. My husband was such a great guy; he didn't deserve this at all. He had slipped early in our marriage and had an affair. It was the most horrible and miserable time in my life. I promised I'd never, ever, cheat; the pain was too horrific and devastating. I swore I'd leave him before I'd cheat on him. It took years to get over the pain and humiliation. Why did I stay? Love, mostly. I loved him, second, probably stubbornness, I didn't want to admit defeat. We patched things up with the help of a good therapist and I made peace with what had happened. I didn't want it to happen again.

On the other hand, the goose and gander argument went through my head. Hah! Revenge at last. But you can't fool yourself, I'm not particularly the vengeful type, and that made me feel more ashamed. Well, a bit.

I was ready to never go back to Flatwoods, never see Gary again. I did not need to risk my marriage over a few moments of pleasure.

Then the other warring part of my brain took over. Not a few moments of pleasure, lots and lots of moments of pleasure. Sensations never felt before, screamingly glorious sex. This is what men and women were meant to do together. Screw it, life is short. I could die in a car crash tomorrow. Maybe there would be a way to have my cake and eat it too, as long as no one got hurt.

II

I was progressing in my marathon training, taking some longer runs, and quite frankly, I was tired of running around my neighborhood. I tried to run on the ground when I could, asphalt next, and sidewalks as a last resort. I didn't need to add any stress to my legs if I wanted them to carry me, eventually, 26.2 miles at once. But options were few in my neighborhood. I needed to find a better place to run.

I discovered that within the same park system where I bike on a paved surface is a series of off-road trails for hikers and mountain bikers. And runners. It's called it mountain biking but there are no mountains here in the Tampa Bay area. You can encounter an occasional incline. 

Once I figured out the loops and assured myself that I wouldn't get lost in the woods, I took to doing most of my shorter runs there. My weekly long run I did at Flatwoods because there were water stops. Being in the woods made Florida's heat and humidity during the summer much more bearable. It's a few degrees cooler in the shade and it really made a difference on how far or fast I can run, and how I feel afterwards. Once the weather cooled as the seasons changed (Fall starts in mid-November, leaves change on some trees, then all the leaves drop in January; the leaves of the oak trees pushed off by the new ones) it was bliss to run in the cool of the woods (as much as running can be blissful.) There gets to be a point when you forget about your aches and pains and just enjoy the feeling of your body moving on the path; enjoy feeling your breath moving in and out of your lungs, enjoy knowing that this is your body and it is working hard and getting better and stronger with every stride.

Parts of the trail were very narrow and I had to keep my eyes on where I was going, so I didn't actually look around much. There were stumps and roots dotting the pathway, and I had to use care where I placed my feet. I stumbled occasionally and twisted my ankle a few times and had once taken a tumble when my foot got caught in a root but those inconveniences did not dim my enthusiasm for the trails. The soft sand of the path recorded the footfalls and tire treads of those who came before me, and it was always interesting to speculate about the people who left them. Who, really, runs barefoot? My god that's a huge dog...uh...hope that's a dog track, anyway. With my favorite tunes 

from my ipod in my ears it was a pleasant way to train.

III

It was mid-morning when I arrived, the Monday after my encounter with Gary. The weather was perfect, mid seventies, and the sky was a clear, crisp blue with puffy clouds slowly floating by. The parking lot was almost empty. I finished my pre-run ritual (sweatband, hat, ipod, water, watch, heart rate monitor) did some stretches and took off on a five mile loop, starting slowly (not that I run very fast anyway) to get my legs and lungs working. I adjusted the volume on my ipod a bit louder than I normally would have it; since there were only two other cars in the parking lot I wasn't worried about not hearing an approaching cyclist. Well, that was a stupid assumption. About 10 minutes into my run I approached part of the trail that narrows quite a bit-- just barely fitting between two trees-- and then right afterwards there's a series of zigzags between the trees followed by a mound about 5 feet high with a fairly steep slope. I think they had 'engineered' this part of the trail to make it more exciting for the bikers. A small plane was flying low overhead, approaching the nearby airport and it was so loud that it drowned out my music. I was running down the side of the mound when I heard a shout. "Look out!" I turned and saw a biker right on my tail as I was coming off the mound. I tried to zag to the right but the biker went in the same direction. I guess the rider must have braked hard, but the bike bumped me and sent me sprawling onto my hands and knees and the cyclist fell as well. I heard a deep angry voice. "Didn't you hear me behind you? What the hell are you doing?" I had moved from being on my hands and knees to sitting on my rear, examining my bloody knee. My back was to him. "Shit, are you hurt? Are you OK? You scared the crap out of me." He extracted himself from his bike, propped it up, stripped off his helmet and tossed it aside, and knelt down beside me. I had recognized his voice by this time and hid my smile when he realized who I was. "Oh, fer Christ's sake, it's you. Damn, Jay, you gave me a scare. What are you doing out here?"

"What the hell does it look like I'm doing? I was trying to run." My heart was starting to thump and my blood was starting to quicken just being near him.

"Oh, damn. Let me start over." He paused, cleared his throat and assumed a more authoritative tone. "Jay, short for Jayne, fancy running into you here."

I hesitated for a long moment, and then snorted a laugh. "Badda badda bing. That's right folks, he'll be here all week."

"OK, OK, that was pretty weak. How's the knee?" I haven't had a skinned knee in years. It didn't look too bad, blood was not dripping down my leg but had formed about a one inch round red patch. It stung but not as badly as I thought it would. I picked up my water bottle, brushed off some of the leaves that had stuck to my bloody knee, and poured some of the icy water over my wound, trying to get some of the dirt out and blood off. Gary put his hand under my knee and lifted it closer to his eyes for a better inspection, and his hand on my skin was creating an assault on my senses. "Doesn't look too bad. It should scab over soon." He kept his one hand under my knee and put my foot back on the ground. He then started rubbing up and down my calf and shin and I was gone. I tried to breathe in but my breath caught in my throat and kinda hitched and turned into a low hiss.

"Uh, you took a pretty nasty fall yourself. How about you?" I inched closer, trying to remove any space barrier between us. "Are you hurt?" I took off my glasses and tossed them over by my water bottle.

"If I am I can't tell. My mind is focused on this." He leaned down and kissed me hard. The surge of response in my body was unbelievable. Since our previous encounter I'd been living in a state of heightened sexual awareness-- basically aroused 24 hours a day, reliving those moments in my mind--but his kiss blew the lid off it all. He scooped me up and pulled me into his lap, cradling me with his left arm around my back holding me up, which gave his right hand access to all my parts. I could feel him, hard, ready and aroused, under my butt. I groaned and put my hands up to his head, ran my fingers through his sweaty hair, pulling him close, trying to keep from screaming with the feelings of joy that was coursing through my body. He smelled glorious. He was sweaty from his ride and it was an earthy, male smell and it drove me wild. "Pretty Jay, pretty Jay, how are you today?" he murmured into my neck between bites and kisses. Had I ever been this aroused? One kiss from this man had me begging for more. I was mindless with desire.

"I'm good, I'm great, I'm fabulous now." My body was trembling like a tuning fork. His free hand roamed up my belly to my chest. He fondled one breast, then the other. I could feel my nipples straining through my thick sports bra. He lightly pinched my hardened nipples, then tried to cup an entire breast, which was impossible considering the harness-like structure of my sports bra. We continued to kiss and explore each other with our hands. His right hand moved slowly south and came to rest right between my legs. He rubbed back and forth, arousing me even more through the thin layer of my running shorts. 

He paused from our kiss to whisper in my ear, "Damn, woman, you are ready already." I tried to suck some air into my lungs to reply, but just managed to moan instead. He stroked me up and down, lightly at first, then applied a bit more pressure, at which point I clamped my thighs around his hand and held his hand in place but moved my hips up and down along with him. It was bliss. It was wonderful. It was glorious. But I wanted him in me, now. But we were, after all, right in the middle of a rather popular biking trail. My mind was warring against my body. On one hand, I wanted him so badly I would have done it with him on the 50 yard line during halftime of a Bucs game, but on the other hand we both had reasons to keep this under wraps. We didn't need to be discovered by anyone. Reluctantly we stopped our mad make out session. He eased me off his lap. I stood up with his boost, then gave him my arm to help him up. I looked at him. On his arms and legs were patches of gray sand, which had clung to his wet sweaty body after his fall. His jersey and shorts were dirty too. I looked down at myself. My appearance matched his. "Jay, I don't have much time. I was nearing the end of my ride. I've got to get to work. I've got a meeting with a client." I tried to brush some of the worst dirt off my shirt.

"Damn," I breathed out, "I want you so badly. You've gotten me all worked up." He stopped my arms from their brushing and held them by my side and kissed me between sentences, nibbling on my lips. "You can't just leave now," I wailed.

"You want me, I want you." He nibbled my ear and whispered, "Alright, babe, if you're up for a quickie in the woods, you're on."

"Gawd, yes. But we can't stay here." I said.

Gary reluctantly released me and picked up his bike and quickly examined it, making sure it had suffered no ill affects in the fall. He clipped his helmet to the handlebars and wheeled back my way while I gathered my things. "If we just walk a minute or two off the trail we should be far enough from potential prying eyes and have some, ah, privacy."

"Privacy... privacy's good." I agreed. "I'll follow you. That way I can watch your butt in your spandex." He set off and I was right behind him, admiring the view. He was walking a bit gingerly; bike shoes aren't made for walking. "Do you have any idea where we're going?" I asked while stashing my ipod into my running pouch. I took a slug of water.

"Not really. I just want to get far enough off the main trail. Then I can have my way with you." He turned as he said that, sent me a wicked, wolfish grin, his even white teeth shining. We dodged trees and thick underbrush. I would have liked to walk side by side but the closeness of the trees made it impossible.

"So, how have you been?" I broached the question that had been weighing on my mind as I pulled back the branches of a tree.

"Not so good, really." He hesitated for a moment. "But I don't want to talk about that now. I'm good now that I'm with you. I can't wait to get you naked again." He held back a branch and let me pass, otherwise it would have slapped back at me if he'd released it. "Look, that big oak tree up ahead. Think that will work."

I looked ahead and saw a giant old oak tree; the base was well over three feet in diameter. The tree started branching out about five feet off the ground, it had a huge canopy and it was heavy with dripping Spanish moss. "Looks like a good hiding spot to me. We need to make sure there are no ants, though. That wouldn't be much fun." He leaned his bike against the side of the tree where we had come from and I checked the ground on the other side. I couldn't see any ant hills. I put my glasses inside my running pouch and stashed it, along with my water bottle, in a crook in the tree. I felt him come up behind me, felt his hands on my butt, next my waist then up to my breasts as he closed the space between us. His lips were hot on the side of my neck, kissing and biting softly, his bands on my breasts, and his erection was nestled in the crack of my rear. I arched my back to try to get closer and turned my head for a kiss. While we were kissing he tugged on my shorts. They fell to my shoes and I kicked them aside and he pulled his down. That wondrous cock that had brought me so much pleasure sprang free.

"When I said quickie, I meant it," he murmured into my ear. He positioned his hard cock between my cheeks and slowly pushed in, his hands on my hips. I felt him--and it felt oh so wonderful--slide over my labia and clit. He was lubricating himself with my wetness. I was slick with excitement. I reached in front and braced myself against he tree and let him slowly stroke the outside of me. My breath started to come in little gasps and I moaned every time he slid back in and hit my by now oh so enlarged and sensitive clit. After a minute or so of this, he stopped and positioned himself at my opening. I spread my legs and moved my ass towards him for easier access, tilting upwards. With a strangled cry he buried himself in me. "Jay! Jay! Jay!" he breathed with each thrust. His left hand moved and rubbed and pinched and fondled my breasts, still encased in their armor. "Touch yourself!" he ordered, whispering into my ear.

"No, uh, no...I can't. You...you do it." I stammered, glorying in the feelings he was bringing.

"Touch yourself! I want to watch you, watch your hand...c'mon... I can see you over your shoulder." He grabbed my right hand in his and, with his hand over mine, moved it down between my legs. I started stroking myself, shyly at first, but with hand right over mine, guiding me, I sped up and was stroking myself rhythmically with his thrusts. "God, yes, that's soooo hot, you're so hot!" He moved his hand from mine and was fingering me at the same time. It was too much for me.

I froze as the orgasm rolled over me. I shuddered and bucked and called out with each peak that hit me. "Uh...unh...unh...ah...ah...ahhhh...AAAHHH!!!" I collapsed into his arms. He was still buried deep inside me, and he wrapped both arms around my lower belly to my hips so that I was totally entrapped by his body. He sped up his thrusts and I heard his breathing shift, change. 

He quickened his pace even more, I heard him moan. "ARRGGH...AAHH..my...oh..Jay..." He pulled his cock out and thrust it down between my thighs and that's where he came. He held me tight, squeezed me hard while he shuddered his release.

"Oh my God, Gary...that was..that was...my god....uhhh...Wow!"

"God, Jay, that was great! Wow indeed!"

I laughed, delighting in his enjoyment, in knowing I had given him pleasure. It made me feel womanly and sexy and powerful and humble all at once. I turned to face him and we embraced and shared more kisses. "Yes, it was great, Gary. That was some mighty nice boot-knockin'." He pulled up his shorts and I found mine and managed to get them back in place.

"I hate to leave you but I do have to get to work," he told me while I gathered my things while he got his bike. "Wham, bam, thank you ma'm and all that." We set off.

"Well, you know, it works for me. This was just a special bonus added to my day. Hey, is there a female answer to that? Fur, stir, thank you sir..no, no...hmmm....lure, stir, thank you sir. I think that works." I was following him as he retraced our steps.

"No, that is totally lame. How about: flirt, dirt, squirt...thank you sir! That was us today." He laughed at his own joke.

I giggled too. "Stud, mud, flood, thanks blood." I rapped and giggled some more. "But we do need to talk sometime, you know." 

"Yeah, I know. Are we still on for Wednesday? Maybe we can talk then, you know, uh, before...." he trailed off.

"Do you think we can keep our hands off each other long enough to have a conversation? I guess that will be a challenge." We were back where we had started from. "Like, if we keep seeing each other, and at this point I guess we are, do you think we can, uh, maybe, find someplace comfortable to do it?"

"What, you're not fond of mother nature? I thought you were the outdoorsy type girl." He grinned down at me.

"Being outside is one thing. Having to check for ticks is another." I smiled back up at him.

"All right I'll see what I can do." He mounted his bike, looked around to make sure no one was around, and pulled me in for a very thorough good-bye kiss. It sent fresh shivers through my body. 

"One more request," I whispered to him. "Can we perhaps find some time for some foreplay?"

"Mighty cheeky and demanding, aren't you? What, I haven't kept you happy?" He asked, teasingly.

"No, not at all...don't be so..." I looked up at him, at the smile on his face. "I...ah...want to taste you."

"Oh, God!" He crushed me to him. "You're making me hard again." He bent me backwards in a kiss, almost toppling his bike. "I've got to go, now, or I'll be dragging you back into the woods again. See you Wednesday, say 9:30?" I nodded in agreement. He gave me one last kiss then rode off. I watched him 'til he was swallowed by the woods and I couldn't see him anymore. I checked my watch and realized that I had my heart rate monitor on the entire time. Those numbers would be interesting to review later! I couldn't decide if I wanted to continue running or not. I was supposed to do five miles but had only done one when Gary ran into me. What the hell, I didn't have to be anywhere for a few hours. I adjusted my ipod, stopped and reset my watch for a new lap, and started running slowly further on the trail. After all, I had lots more to think about now.



Gary and Jayne Ch. 03



Note: The story involves adultery. If you find that offensive please skip. I recommend reading Parts 1 and 2 first. Thanks to Leonardo for his friendship. Feedback welcome.

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My body was humming on the drive up to Flatwoods on Wednesday. My movements that morning had been heavy, clumsy. I smashed my head against an open cabinet door. I knocked my water bottle off the counter and had failed to secure the top so ice and water splashed everywhere. Thank god my dog, Max, was there. He got most of the water up while I chucked the ice cubes into the sink. My fingers just weren't working properly. My mind was too preoccupied with what was to come and couldn't concentrate on the present. I managed to get myself out of the house with all that I needed: bike, helmet, biking bag, change of clothes, protein shake, apple. Jeez. You'd think I'd never made an appointment to have sex before. Oh, that's right, I hadn't.

I pulled into the parking lot promptly at 9:25 (oh, that's good, you're supposed to play hard to get, not overly eager.) There were about half a dozen cars there. I saw Gary's Matrix but there was no sign of him. It was another picture perfect winter day in Florida. Fiercely blue skies, a few white puffy clouds, high 70's. I went to the bathroom, then busied myself unracking my bike, and checked the air in my tires. They were both a little low but not too bad. Since I was Miss Fumblefingers today don't think I could manage to unscrew the valves properly. I finished the rest of my long pre-ride ritual and was at a loss what to do. Should I start riding and hope to run into him? Why hadn't we exchanged cell numbers? Hell, my cell couldn't get a signal out here, anyway. I nervously headed to the bathroom again when out of the corner of my eye I saw him swoosh by the exit and pull into the entrance. Oh, good, he was wearing the blue jersey again. He looked divine. He stopped in front of me, by the entrance. I turned to face him, arms akimbo, and watched while he gave me a hot look, down and up again. "Hiya Jay short for Jayne! Ready for a ride?" he asked cheerily, mockingly.

I grinned and rolled my eyes at him. "I'll be right out." The nervousness factor was wreaking havoc on my bladder. Our first two times together had been spontaneous. This was new territory. I managed to pee a bit, splashed water everywhere when I washed my hands, and came out. "OK. I'm ready." I was jittery and it showed He was over by his car and was stashing some things into his back pack.

I fastened my helmet, mounted my bike, joined him and we rode off together, exiting the parking lot and heading towards the loop. "Relax, m'dear, you look ready to jump out of your skin. I'm not gonna...well, uh, yes I am, now that I think about it." He grinned at me, a big, wolfish grin, white teeth flashing, that left no doubt of his intentions.

"So, what's the plan?" I asked, spinning faster than normal trying to keep up with him. "And can you slow down just a bit? It's me you're riding with."

"Oh, sure, sorry. I'll let you set the pace. And as to where we're going, you'll just have to wait and see. It's not far." He cricked his neck back and forth, I heard a slight pop. "I'm glad to know you're so eager." That grin again.

I blushed mightily behind my sunglasses. "Well, truthfully, I've thought of little else over the past few days. What's the line from Rocky Horror...An...tis...eh.............payshun!!." We both laughed and I could feel some of the nervousness drain from my body. "Oh, oh, Oh! That silliness from the other day, the rhyming thing we were doing. It kept looping around in my head when I was running. After a while I started coming up with limericks." We had passed the beginning of the loop and about 200 yards up where it bears pretty hard to the right we slowed and he indicated it was time to stop.

"Uh, we walk from here. Limericks, huh? I'm afraid to ask. I pretty sure it'll be horrible." We were on a wide sandy path and I could see what looked like an obstacle course over to my left. The path disappeared into the woods. We pushed our bikes at our sides.

"Judge not, until you've heard." I cleared my throat.

There once was a man named Gary Whose balls were rather hairy He decided to shave But the razor went astray And now he talks like a fairy.

I laughed and he groaned loudly, then hooted. "That's just awful, that's putrid...you call that poetry?" He laughed with me. "OK, you just wait, woman, until I get a minute to think about it. You're gonna get it back, in spades." We were far enough into the woods so we couldn't be seen from the road. He pulled me to him with one arm, our bikes on the outside of us, and kissed me soundly. The heat started in my toes and spread upwards. I leaned back and opened my mouth to accept his invading tongue and returned the kiss with all the passion I was feeling. I was getting light headed.

"Whew!" I said when we finally parted. "That made me dizzy. Is it much further?"

"No, not too far up here." He was able to steer his bike with one hand and rested the other on my shoulder. I needed both hands to steer my bike. We walked another three or so minutes along this widened path and it started to narrow but there was the sense of an allee with the trees tall on either side. "Here we are," he said and we turned. On the left there was an opening, another path off the one we were walking on, but it was barely visible. If you didn't know what you were looking for you'd miss it. "It's up this way."

"What's up this way?" I asked.

"You'll see," he said, steering me onto this path. After walking about a half a minute a shape emerged in the woods. I saw a towering palm tree next to a chimney. As we got closer the shape of a cottage emerged. An old, beat up cottage, but it was shelter all the same. The sunlight filtered through the towering trees. I could see an overgrown bougainvillea with profusely blooming bright purple flowers on the right, wild branches everywhere. On the left was an untended orange tree. Then the woods took back over. Gary marched right up to the ramshackle cottage and leaned his bike against the overgrown shrubbery. I was more tentative in my approach. I could smell the sweet scent of orange blossoms in the air, along with the unmistakable stench of rotting fruit.

"What is this place?" I asked. He turned to me, took my bike and propped it against his. 

"This belonged to the previous owners of the land, the ones who sold it to the county. I think it must have been a hunting camp or something. My buddy who works for the park system tells me that there are still a few old hunting stands around here that are in good shape." He pulled back the dilapidated screen door for me and I walked into what I would call a sleeping porch. It ran the entire side of the house and was covered at the top but the screen at the side was collapsing. There was a door about 10 feet in and Gary took my hand and led me through the doorway. It opened into an empty room that was most of the house. There was a fireplace at one end, flanked by curved bookshelves. The floor was slab, so it couldn't be that old. I dropped his hand and explored. There was a total of three rooms, and the one that had been the kitchen was stripped bare, it was just a small, square room. The room right behind the living room was tiny. Maybe it had been a bathroom at one point but I couldn't see any plumbing fixtures. Those were my impressions on a quick glance around. While I was exploring a bit Gary knelt down by his backpack. I looked back to where he was and noticed an air mattress, already inflated, in the larger room. How did I miss it before? I crossed the room to where Gary was and knelt down beside him. "I got here earlier and set this all up. Whatdaya think?" He had pulled a few smaller bags out of the backpack. I picked one up and rummaged through it, pulling out the contents. Inside I found a bottle of Gatorade, Gu, and an powerbar. I shrieked with laughter.

"What? What?" Gary demanded.

"Oh, be still my beating heart. You, the seducer, patiently setting the scene here in the cabin. You've secured an air mattress, and lured me, oh innocent maiden, here to have your way with me, patiently winning me over with your finesse and skill. The scene is set and to really get her relaxed and into it, you give her..." I held up the pouch of Gu ... "—ta da!—Gu!" I couldn't help more hysterical laughter. "C'mon. You're trying to seduce a woman with Gatorade and Gu?" I didn't mean to hurt his feelings but I couldn't stop. "Sorry, even though it's been awhile I'm more used to being seduced with wine and cheese and flowers instead of...(more hysterical laughter) Gu!"

He got up abruptly and went outside. "I'll be right back," he threw over his shoulder.

Shit, shit, shit, I thought to myself. I've messed things up. I didn't mean to be a bitch, but I found the whole premise hysterical. The idea of Gu, really. I giggled in spite of myself, in spite of my nerves. I hope I hadn't messed things up totally. Without knowing what else to do, I turned to explore the small cottage. It looked like log cabin walls, but I could see wire mesh between the wooden logs and that, along with the slab floor, had me confused to exactly how old this place was. I could just see that it was very small, and, most importantly, very private. I was in what was once the kitchen when I heard him come back inside. "Jay, short for Jayne, where are you m'dear?" he called, sing song.

I came back into the main room and found him with an arm full of branches of fragrant orange blossoms. He tossed them to the side of the air mattress, crossed the room to where I was, took my hands and tugged me back towards the mattress. "Lady, you've already been seduced. I don't have to worry about that stuff. I'm past it; we're past it. I just want to pleasure you."

"But you brought flowers, anyway. How...uh... nice." The heady, sweet fragrance of the orange blossoms filled the room.

"Ah, but I have a plan for them as well," he responded.

"Thanks for doing all this. It makes me feel special. Gary, I'm sorry about...." He cut my apology off with a kiss. "Ummmm,." I murmured. He took my breath away.

"Jay, that's my after ride recharge kit you found," he explained.

"Oh...oh, god I feel like an idiot. But you've got to admit, it's pretty funny."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come here and let me tickle something besides your funny bone." The tone had changed somehow. Our first two times together had been such a wild explosion of unadulterated lust, now that we had time we were both more tentative. It didn't cool my ardor any, but it was slightly tilted, just different. We kissed again, and he sank down onto the mattress and pulled me down with him. He laid back and pulled me on top of him, our lips still joined. I arched my back to make sure our bodies were as close as possible in the front, then relaxed into him, and we had a fabulous make-out session. Like the ones back in high school before you had sex, when you just kissed and kissed and kissed and touched and explored. Hands everywhere, learning the feel of a different body, absorbing the scents, arousing the senses. "OK, OK, I need you naked... now!" I broke our kiss and sat up, straddling him. He sat up too and I snaked my legs around his rear, so we were sex to sex. I lifted my arms above my head to help him get my shirt off but let him tackle the complexity of my sports bra all by himself. I clawed at his blue jersey that reflected his eyes so well and got that off and was rewarded with the sight of his very sexy torso. He was long and lean and had just a smattering of hair on his chest. I was in the dominant position and took advantage of it. As we kissed I leaned him backwards until he was on his back again and started my journey southward. I broke off our kiss and nuzzled his neck, lightly biting, kissing, and sucking, one side then the other, his earlobes, too. I could feel him surge and respond to my caresses. I worked my way down, kissing everywhere, and paused at his chest, his nipples. I took the left one into my mouth, twirling and sucking and tonguing, and used my hand to tug gently at the other one. I raised my head and asked him if felt anything. "It all feels great." He responded.

I continued my journey and pulled off his biking shorts. His penis was already erect and hard so I had to help him out of his spandex. Once I got his shorts down his erect penis slapped back against his belly. I moved down so I was situated between his legs. I kissed down his belly, licked from his nipples to his belly button. There I paused and looked up at him. His eyes were on me, one hand in my hair. I went down further until I was there, at his root, his sex. Instead of attacking it immediately, I explored around the area. I gently licked the junction of his thighs, then moved to take one of his testicles into my mouth. (Not that hairy, despite my limerick) I sucked gently, one then the other, and reached back with my hand to his perineum and applied light pressure. (I read in Cosmo that this was supposed to be hot) I finally gave his penis some attention. It was straining upwards. I trailed one long kiss up the backside, my tongue leaving a trail of wetness, blew my breath softly over the wetted area, then surrounded his head and took it into my mouth. I heard him moan. One hand enclosed his penis and I held it firmly and moved up and down with my head bobbing on it, slowly, then I increased the tempo. I tried to relax my throat and take him all in but it was not to be. He seemed to be enjoying my attempts, anyway. One hand was on my head, threaded through my hair and I could hear his breathing change. It had already shallowed but was his breaths were coming at an even faster pace. I glanced up at him and his eyes were on me, watching what I was doing, his eyes hooded, the desire, enjoyment and pleasure was reflected back at me. It was such a turn on to know that I was giving him so much bliss. I tried again to take him deep in my throat but again the gag reflex stopped it. I resumed my previous ministrations, up and down, popsicle like, stroking his shaft up and down, taking as much of him in as I could, then returning to lick and lightly stroke the head. I felt his hands move to my shoulders, tighten, and pull me off him. He shuddered and held my body away from his. "What's wrong? Don't you want to get off this way?" I asked. "What, are you a one shot guy? If so, that's OK. We can do other things."

"No, no, I'm just not used to going that way. Uh, habit I guess. If you're into it, that would be great." He relaxed his grip on my shoulders.

I kissed him, hard, on the mouth. "I'll bring you off, with my mouth, my hands....I'll suck you dry, my dear." And I did. I wanted to impress him, make this memorable, and I did my best. I went back to his manhood and did all the tricks I'd ever learned or read in Cosmo. I swirled my tongue around the mushroom head, licked, stroked, took him into my mouth. He was already close so it didn't take long. I could hear the change in his tone and could feel the change in his body as he started to moan and groan and move underneath me. The sounds he was making echoed around the bare walls of the cabin. I heard him lose it, his words of ecstasy running together. He grabbed my head with both hands and held me tight on his penis while he shot his load. There was a lot. I took what I could and swallowed, some leaked out. I continued my ministrations but he pulled me off his cock and pulled me up so I was lying on his chest. We rested while his breathing returned to normal. I waited for him. I placed light kisses on his chest, idly rubbed a nipple, snuggled, my hands skimmed his rib cage and I admired the view that I had. Suddenly, I felt a strong arm snake around my back and I felt a shift and a twirl and the next thing I knew I was on my back. "My god, how'd you do that?" I asked him, my hands feeling the back of his arms, which were flexed since he was resting now on his elbows. I felt the taut and tight triceps under my fingers and was turned on even more. There's nothing more exciting, to me, than hard muscles on a man. (oh not the big ones that body builders have, but honest to goodness muscles sculpted hard and lean by use, not necessarily the gym though those aren't bad either)

"My turn." His face was inches above mine and his lips descended and we kissed, kissed, kissed some more. His lips left mine and roamed over my face, ears, neck. He was making me shiver, goosebumps of pleasure dotted my arms. He eased my arms from around his back, put one of his hands in each of mine, and eased our joined hands over our heads. This caused my back to arch and my chest to thrust out. This felt exquisitely intimate. Our kisses continued and I was in another world. We were safe, we were, in our little cocoon of a cottage. I felt him loosen his grip and he sat up, straddling me at the hips. He reached over and picked up one of the branches he'd tossed down earlier. He plucked all the orange blossoms off that he could, put the branch aside, and crushed the blossoms between his hands. The fragrance was so wonderfully sweet and heady. After crushing the flowers he set the petals aside and rubbed his hands on me, starting at my throat and working his way down. 

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm anointing you. Jeez, Jay you sure ask a lot of questions." He affected a higher voice: "Where are we going? How long 'til we get there? What is this place?" He resumed his normal tone. "Is it possible for you to just relax and enjoy? Just trust me. Trust me. Relax." He smiled while he said it, to take some of the sting off his words. He was right, though. I was still a bundle or nerves. He picked up another branch and continued the ritual, this time he covered my white breasts with the scent from the orange blossoms. He covered both breasts with his big tan hands, rubbing the scent and oils into them, then bent his head to suck and kiss while his hands continued the caresses. One hand pinched and squeezed and rolled and felt and rubbed and teased and the held the other breast up for easy access for his mouth. He kissed around the outside of my breast, and then kissed inwards in smaller circles until he reached my nipple, which by this time looked exactly like pencil erasers. The same rosy color and size. When my eyes weren't closed, floating on the sensations, I watched him pleasure me.

"Gary, this is so unbelievably erotic....sexy. The orange blossoms, the scent. How'd you come to think to......oh...never mind. I'll shut up." He seemed to really be enjoying my rather large breasts. He went back and forth, left to right and back again, giving each one the time and attentions and pressure I craved. He touched lightly and then applied more pressure, not so much that it hurt but enough to thrill me. I had started moaning by this point. Again, I was feeling sensations never felt before. My hands were in his hair and I was whispering encouragements, but I'm sure most of them made no sense. After a few more minutes of giving my breasts complete and total attention, I felt him move. I felt a trail of kisses down my belly and I cringed inwardly and tried to suck it in. He noticed.

"No worries, my dear," he said as he spread a hand out over my belly. "What do they say? A cushion for the pushin'." I had not heard that before and let out a guffaw of laughter. I tried to relax. He was not going to get a good look at me and go run screaming for the woods. I felt his hand move down so that it rested at my juncture, then continue back. I was aching for him and my body was ready. He felt my dampness as he passed the V and found my clit. He rubbed slowly back and forth and my hips left the mattress, seeking him. I felt his mouth follow his hand and opened my legs to accommodate him.




Gary and Jayne Ch. 03



"Oh my god, please, please." I whispered to him, hoarse with desire. He obliged. He parted my lips with his right hand, and I felt his tongue licking my clit, long slow strokes, up and down. His tongue ventured further back, to my opening, and speared me there, his tongue up and in, then more strokes to my clit. These were all new feelings for me. Hubby went down on me maybe once every three-four months or so, out of a sense of obligation. I had to be fresh out of the shower. I could tell he wasn't into it. But my god, Gary was. He was, my god, enjoying bringing me pleasure. He was enjoying tasting me. He was telling me so. I felt one long finger slide up into me, toward the front. I felt a warm sensation as he rubbed the front of my vagina. "AArrgh...my god...I think you've found my g-spot. Oh, Gary, that feels so so so good." I was rocking my hips up to his mouth and hands. He continued for another minute and I rocked my head back and forth, lost in the sensations. I didn't want to have an orgasm 'cause I'd lose those feelings. I wanted this moment to last forever. But I felt him withdraw. He sat back up again, kneeling back, and kissed me. I could taste me on him. After kissing for a moment he turned me onto my tummy. I was belly down and he was on my right side. He stroked my back, massaged my shoulders, felt up and down my spine and fondled my butt. Next he moved his hand down the back of my legs.

"Jay...Jayne...you've got fabulous legs, you know that, don't you m'dear." He moved his hands up and down, covered my feet and massaged them briefly before going back up over my calf and hamstring muscles. I was still on my stomach and he moved up so that his body was completely covering mine, his again hardened cock resting in the crack of my ass. He paused to kiss my spine, right below my neck, and pushed his hands underneath my crooked elbows. His hands grabbed mine and I turned my head for a kiss. This was a very nice angle. I felt his cock slide down between my cheeks to the wetness at front, then he lifted up again. He lubricated himself enough and I cocked my butt back and he found my entrance and just hurtled inside me, like a train. It was an amazing feeling. With his entire body encompassing me, me flat on the mattress and him pressing down on me, with our hands joining, with our minds racing and bodies reacting, this felt like one of the most intimate and connected moments of my life. We clung together like that for a few minutes, him moving in and out and me just glorying in the sensations. Then he let go of my hands and snaked both of them under my body, one exploring my boobs and the other between my legs. I was trapped under his weight--a prisoner in his arms--but a delighted prisoner.

"Gary, Gary, this feels so good, so good. My god...mmm." My hands were clenching and unclenching in time to his strokes. His hands moved back to my waist and he flipped us over again, his penis still inside me, so that I was lying on top of him. Trying to get some leverage to move was a bit difficult, so I eased off and turned to face him, straddling him. I leaned forward to kiss him, held his head in my arms, and I felt his hands on my hips, impatient, seeking to rejoin. His cock found my entrance and I sank back onto him, my eyes widening again at the feel of him filling me up. He sank all the way in, and we stayed joined like that, not moving, just kissing, for a few moments. I was wallowing in the thrills, amazed at the electricity generated by our two bodies together.

"I want you to come, I want to see you get off." He moved his right hand from my hip to the front and his left hand to my rear. I felt his fingers slide in and caress my clit as his cock was sliding in and out of me. I felt him squeeze my cheek, hard, then felt a fingertip bump slightly against my rear entrance. The combination was phenomenal, overwhelming. The orgasm built quickly and hit like a tsunami. I froze in place then contorted with the effects as the feelings ripped through me in waves. It seemed to last forever. Incoherent words tumbled from my lips, then I collapsed on top of him, wrung out like a rag doll. "God Jay, what a scrunch face!" He laughed, pleased with himself.

"What? Huh? Oh, I get it." I weakly pushed myself up with my right arm and leaned forward to kiss him. "My god, man, you're good. Very good. Like wow!" I lay my head on his chest, now covered with a light sheen of sweat. I felt him move again under me, slowly in and out. His arms moved around me again and I was twirled again and flat on my back, Gary between my thighs and in me. He took my hands in his and stretched them out to our sides. We watched each other, his blue eyes on my brown ones, while he moved in and out of me. I liked watching his face, his expressions. His movements sped up. His mouth opened and he panted. He let go of my hands, grabbed under my rear and held me tightly. The speed of his thrusts increased and I could hear him gasping for air. His eyes closed and he shuddered and I heard a long low growl as he pulled himself out of my body and came on the air mattress. He collapsed to my side, then pulled me to him for a long hard kiss. We both laughed, then spent a few minutes cuddling and quietly kissing. We slowly returned to earth.

"So..." he began.

"So..." I replied. "Gary, thanks for setting this up. It was wonderful. The orange blossoms, the air mattress, the cabin. It's all great."

"Well, I knew about the cabin. When you mentioned flowers that gave me the idea for the orange blossoms. And we...uh...I mean I...do a lot of camping."

"Gary, you don't have to pretend that there's not a 'we' for you. I'm part of a 'we' too. You and I need to decide how we're going to handle this." We were still side by side on the mattress. I propped my head in my hand and watched him while I spoke. "Do you want to continue to see each other? If you want to walk away now, I understand. We've had a delightful interlude, we can live off the memories."

In response he rolled me on my back, climbed on top of me and kissed me hard. "No, I don't want this to stop. God, no. I want you fiercely. I want you again and again. It's just...just...god, the guilt. I've been a bit of a bastard, I guess I'm trying to hide the guilt by pushing her away. It's an internal war. I know it's wrong, but how can something that feels so good be wrong?"

"OK, can I tell you a bit of a story? Early on in my marriage my husband had an affair. It was pretty sordid. All the signs were there but I refused to believe them because I couldn't believe he was capable of such a thing. He changed. Instead of being the loving and supportive man he'd always been, he became, well, a bastard. We had never fought before but suddenly we argued over everything. The discovery was devastating, and I swore I'd never cheat. It was just too painful. It took years of therapy to get past it. But I learned a lot."

"Like what?"

"I think I know how to successfully conduct an affair. God, I've read enough about it. First, you can't tell anyone else. This must remain between you and me."

"That sounds reasonable." He said. I felt his hands explore. God, he was arousing me again.

"Second, we have to assume that this thing will come to an end one day. You don't want to leave your wife and I don't want to leave my husband. Right?"

"Right. I love her, I love my family; I just don't have ....this. This is the part of life that is missing."

"My god, me too. I keep thinking great sex is too important to do without. Lords knows I've tried to improve the situation at home, but it hasn't happened. OK, we have to agree, that when the time comes, we walk away clean. We have to agree not to involve our spouses in it in any way. No revenge, no nastiness. Uh, that's what happened to me and it was pretty horrible."

"I'm about to say, 'that bastard' but I realize, uh, that'd be calling the pot kettle black." He was kissing me, leaving a light trail down my neck and shoulders, and licked over my collarbone.

"Third..." I breathed in. His hands and lips were doing a number on my senses. "You need to be extra nice to your wife. I mean, don't do anything that would raise suspicion, but if being a bastard is not like you then don't do it. Act normal. Don't mention me a lot....aahhh...yesss...ummm..."

"What else? This all seems pretty common sense stuff." He shifted his weight so that he was off to my side, leaving my body open and free for exploration. 

"Well, uh, ummmm...we've got to be discreet. I realize it took some time and effort on your part to get this set up. Don't you know some of the people who work here? Wouldn't they notice if you make multiple trips to your car? You don't normally bike with a backpack, do you? Wouldn't they notice if we're together a lot?"

"What is this, C.S.I.?" He tongued one of nipples, lazy slow circles. I felt one of his creep back down between my legs, his fingers arousing me again, sliding in easily because of the dampness.

"Sorry, it's just how my mind works...mmmm... I don't want to get caught. I want to see you, I want to be with you, you know that. ...aaahhh... But I don't want to hurt Mark. I wouldn't wish the hurt and devastation I felt on anyone. I want to protect him, Tracey too." I was rubbing him, feeling his torso, trying to capture the feel for my memory. "And where are we going to meet? This space will work out on occasion, but what I mentioned earlier is valid. ...oohhhmmm... We would get noticed. How's your house? My house would work sometimes. Maybe we can rotate locations."

"Jay short for Jayne, would you turn that busy little mind off for just a moment." He shifted on top of me again and nestled his cock between my legs. He rubbed back and forth, slowly, over my clit. Back and forth, again and again, the big head creating exquisite feelings. I widened my legs for closer contact. I looked up at him and he was watching my reactions. We kissed and he moved back to my entrance and slowly, slowly, slowly filled me. I was gasping with sheer delight.

"God yes, Gary, yesss...fill me up." He stroked this way for a while, then moved back and pulled my legs up flat against his chest, by feet near his ears. Oh, god, the change in the penetration, I felt stretched and totally full. He put his hand between our bodies and thumbed my clit while his pace quickened. His pace increased and he started thrusting hard and powerfully. I gasped or hissed or screamed with each new contact. "God yes god yes god yes..." Another orgasm ripped through me. Such dizzying heights! I rolled with the waves and floated on the tide of pure bliss.

"Jay...ayne...god you feel good. This feels so fucking goooood. I can't believe..." He sped up even faster then paused, pulled out and turned to the side so that he spurted onto the floor. "Gaaawd, gaawd-damn. God damnit that's good, you're good. Woman, you're an awesome lay!" We disentangled our limbs so that we were once again side by side, kissing as we recovered. "I'm not 20 anymore, fer f's sake. I can't remember the last time I came three times is such a short time." I laughed, feeling quite pleased with myself.

After a few minutes of savoring and snuggling, he sat up and reached for the backpack. He rummaged around inside and pulled out a very small cooler. He upzipped it and pulled out a plastic bag. He opened the plastic bag and took out a wash cloth. He turned back around to me and started to sponge me off with the damp cloth. It was still warm! I opened my legs and he gently wiped me clean. "My god, you thought of everything!" After he was done I returned the favor.

"Like I said, I do a lot of camping." We dressed and I wiped the air mattress and helped him get the air out of it. He folded it and put it back into the backpack, along with the rest of the things he had brought. I gathered the orange blossoms and crushed flowers and tossed them outside. It was time to go, time to leave our love nest. We faced each other and he pulled me into his arms, held me tight. "Jay, we're smart people. We can figure this out. We can make this work. No one has to get hurt." I tilted me head back so that I was looking at him and nodded.

"K," I said. "Sounds great to me." We kissed one more time, then he put on his backpack and we headed outside. We slowly walked our bikes back to the main path. "I don't think I'll do my normal long ride today. I feel, uh, pretty well ridden as it is." I grinned up at him. "Tell you what, let's do one loop, go back to the cars and I can give you my contact info and we can work out the details by phone or email. You do have a private account, don't you?"

"Jay, uh, this is the 21st century, you know. Yes, I can figure out how to have a private email account. I've heard all about this interwebs thing; heck I helped invent the world wide net. Silly woman."

"Sorry, that was stupid of me. I don't know why you put up with me." We were back at the main loop. I looked around and saw no one coming, so I risked one quick kiss.

"Your charms trump your sometimes troublesome tongue. Or perhaps your troublesome tongue is one of the things I find so charming about you." He smiled at me.

"Thinks, I thank. Dang, let me try again. Thanks, I think." I rolled my eyes. "Do you want to ride together or do you need to go at your usual devastating speed?"

"Tell you what. If you're just gonna do the seven mile loop, I'll ride ahead and do the extra four. That should put us on the back stretch at about the same time. If we don't meet on the trail then we'll meet back at the parking lot." We pulled onto the asphalt and mounted our bikes.

"OK, see you in a bit." I geared down to start, then up when my legs finally got moving. "Gary, uh, that was absolutely wonderful. Thank you for all you did to make that happen."

"Jay, short for Jayne, yes it was. You are welcome. I look forward to many, many more encounters equally as, ah, satisfying." He started to pull away. "See you in a bit." Those strong legs were pumping hard and he took off, flying fast. I watched him disappear from sight. I sighed. I don't know what I'd gotten myself into, but I was glad I that I had.



Gary and Jayne Ch. 04



Gary and I had exchanged a few emails since our encounter, but had not been able to make firm plans to see each other. Too many scheduling conflicts. It was almost a month after the 'cabin' encounter. The holidays had intervened; we were both miserably busy with family and holiday obligations. But when I had a free moment, I relived and rehashed the moments we'd had together. While I was busy with family and friends and various holiday activities, my mind was occupied with thoughts of Gary. The memory of those moments together kept me aroused, so much so that my husband benefited. Mark was more than pleasantly surprised at my unusual ardor. It may have relieved some of my guilt, too. But truthfully, I wasn't feeling that guilty. What I was feeling was spectacularly sexy and desirable.

But Mark was so pleased, in fact, that he decided to join me on a bike ride. The kids were at my mom's for the weekend, so it was just the two of us. That would be great; I enjoyed spending time with him. I liked him as well as loved him. But, it was unusual for him to offer to spend time with me like this. My paranoid radar was going off. Was I sending off funny signals to him? No, not really. He usually went fishing Saturday mornings with his best buddy, Nick. He explained that Nick had a meeting with one of his lawyers in the morning and couldn't make their usual Saturday morning jaunt.

Nick wasn't one of my favorite people; I failed to see his charm. He and Mark had grown up together; best friends since childhood. Nick was loud, boastful, raunchy, and racist, all things that drove me crazy. His family had deep roots in Florida. He and his brothers had inherited a good chunk of real estate, sold it off to the developers and made a mint. Since then he fished for a living. Entered some tournaments but mostly did it for fun. Had the latest and best toys, boat-wise and otherwise. He'd been through three wives, was on the fourth, and had spawned a passel of brats. He had good lawyers to protect his interests. He had to pay child support, of course, and some alimony, but his inheritance was still intact, the interest supplying more than enough for his living expenses. He and Mark spent at least one weekend day out on the water, usually Saturday mornings, scouting for poor, hapless fish. Not that I minded the catch, I didn't. I'd made some fabulous meals out of their catches. But, really, I'd rather have my husband home doing 'honey-do' things. There's golfing widows and I was a fishing widow. So I was surprised when Mark said he'd come biking with me on Saturday.

We racked up our bikes and headed to Flatwoods. When we got there, I saw Gary's Matrix in the parking lot. Oh, shit, I thought, this was not good. I didn't think he'd be there on a Saturday. Hell, I didn't know his schedule, I realized. Anyway, he wasn't anywhere to be seen, thank goodness, so Mark and I set off for our ride. Mark didn't ride that often so it was slow going around the loop. That wasn't a problem: it gave us a chance to chat and tease each other and catch up, remembering to share things we forgot over our hurried dinners. I let him set the pace. We had a good time together. At about mile five of eight, he started complaining about his rear. I could sympathize. I remembered being practically incapacitated by butt pain when I first started riding. The more you ride, the easier it gets and after a while, it doesn't hurt anymore. Getting the proper equipment, like padded bike shorts, helps as well. But I definitely remembered those first few painful rides. We decided to head back to the parking lot; he'd stay there with a fishing magazine he'd brought and I'd ride another loop. I stopped at the van and put on my Ipod for the next loop, and set off at a much faster pace. It was a busy morning and the loop was somewhat more crowded than usual with other riders, runners, skaters, and the large blue-hair contingent, the snow-birds that fill up the state during the winter months. I had one almost crash experience with a family of four spread all over the road instead of being to the right, like they're supposed to be. It's hard to stop suddenly when you're going 17+ miles per hour. I managed to thread my way through them with just a few curses and finished my ride and headed back to the parking lot. I racked my bike, grabbed my shake and went to do my stretches. 

Right then I saw two figures riding up. I could tell it was Gary; his body and riding style were by now so familiar to me. He was riding with a woman. They came to a stop by his car so I walked up to say hello. They both were taking off their helmets as I approached. I glanced at him then looked at her. Oh my god, she was gorgeous. Tall, pretty yellow hair pulled back into a pony-tail, thin, and when I looked into her face, beautiful. Kind of Reese Witherspoonish, with bright blue eyes and a pointy jaw. She was everything that I'm not. I hesitated, but Gary turned and saw me. I could see the look of alarm in his eyes. I felt the same way. I foraged ahead; it was too late to turn back. "Uh, hi, Gary. Did you have a nice ride?" I stammered.

"Yes, we did. Jayne, let me introduce you to my wife. Tracey, this is Jayne; Jayne, Tracey."

We exchanged greetings while he racked their bikes and they changed their shoes. She was pleasant, very nice actually. I told her how I'd met Gary, and she said she remembered him telling her the story of helping someone who didn't know how to rethread their bike chain. (Did she roll her eyes???) We walked back together towards the pavilion area with the picnic tables where I stretched after my ride. Mark was there, reading one of his fishing magazines with his Ipod in his ears. He took his ear buds out and I introduced him to Gary and Tracey. He seemed to be captivated by her. They immediately struck up a conversation while she did some light stretches. They seemed to connect. Gary and I drifted off to the far side of the area.

"My god, this is a disaster waiting to happen," I whispered to him, doing quad stretches. "We need to find a way to head this off at the pass. It's like I'm frozen in place watching a horror movie."

"But how? What can we do?" He leaned over to do some toe touches, limbering up his hamstrings.

"I'm open to suggestions. Can you tell her I'm evil...he's evil? Anything." I grabbed a pillar to stretch my shoulders. "What are they talking about, anyway? Mark's not normally that animated, not unless he's talking fishing."

"No, no, no....don't say that! Tracey loves fishing. She grew up going out every weekend with her dad. That's our main bone of contention, that I don't fish. I just don't get the allure. Spending hours in searing heat or bitter cold, trying to lure some poor critter from its lair. Not that I don't like eating fish. I do. I just don't see the wonder of spending hours out on the water chasing them. That's what the damned seafood department in the grocery store is for." He was doing cross legged squats now to stretch his glutes. 

"Oh, god, Mark goes out every weekend. It drives me absolutely nuts. I need someone who can help me around the house. He spends one day of the weekend out on the water and then he thinks he needs to relax and recover from his work week on the other day." I was on my toes stretching my calves. "Oh, and you know I'm itching for you. It's hard having you so close and not being able to do anything."

"Damn right, woman. Me too. Fer f's sake, this situation is down right intolerable. I see you, I want you. Your husband is right there, my wife is right there, and I still want you so much that I'd do something stupid." He did some hip flexor stretches.

"My god, me too. I want you so badly. But let's use our heads here, eh?" I stretched my quads again.

"Agreed. OK, what day is good for you next week? Would it be possible for me to come to your house?"

"Yeah, sure, while the kids are in school." I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, inhaled, and thought of the possibilities. A shiver ran through me. "I'll make it happen. Just let me know what day." We took the few steps back to where our spouses were involved in a deep conversation. "Oh my god, they're really hitting it off. This is not good."

"Hey!" said Tracey, brightly. "We're gonna meet up for lunch. You guys ready? Let's go to Fridays. It's not too far away."

I looked from her to Mark and back again. He widened his eyes, tried to look innocent, and shrugged his shoulders, giving me his best George Clooney imitation. That's the actor he most closely resembled, with the dark hair shot through with silver and big brown eyes. "She likes to fish," he said, simply. I looked over at Gary and he shrugged too.

"Uh, shouldn't we go home and shower first?" I asked. "I'm kinda stinky from my ride." I took an experimental whiff of my arm pit. "Not too bad, I guess."

Tracey shook her head. "We're all in the same boat, and I'm starving. We'll just offend those around us, and the wait staff."

"Boat...ha! That's where I should be now." Mark chirped in. "But if I were there I wouldn't have met you." He smiled over at Tracey. Gary had moved beside her and draped his arm around her shoulder and squeezed. We walked towards our cars. "OK, then, we'll meet you there." He swung into the driver's seat of the van and I climbed in the passenger seat. I gave Gary what I hoped was a look of abject terror as they walked by.

Mark was chatty on the way to the restaurant, which was unusual for him. He seemed really taken with Tracey. I was almost jealous, then shook myself. My god, I didn't know how to stop this. "Mark, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, we don't even really know them, you know." I said.

"Jayne, what are you talking about? You told me about Gary and how he helped you out. I remember. And Tracey seems really nice. And I've found someone I can talk to about fishing. Maybe she'll want to come out with me and Nick." He grinned over at me. He was teasing me. He knew how much I despised Nick. It would give me something to do, warning her off Nick.

We got to the restaurant a few minutes before they did, so we loitered out front. "Tracey's awfully pretty, isn't she?" I asked Mark. I couldn't help myself.

"Oh, I guess, if you like that type," He answered. Smart man, my Mark. 

Gary and Tracey arrived and we were seated at a square table, Mark to my right and Gary to my left, Tracey across from me. Mark and Tracey started talking again about fishing while I hid my head behind the menu. I glanced over at Gary, beseeching him for help. Again, he just shrugged. The waitress took our drink orders and Mark and I talked and decided to do our usual and split a burger. Once orders had been placed, Tracey and Mark started talking again about fishing. He asked if she wanted to go out sometime with him and Nick and she said she'd love to. I had to interject. "Tracey, you don't want to meet Nick. He is the most obnoxious, foul mouthed, boastful, bigoted sumbitch that I know."

Mark countered: "But he's got a nice boat. A very nice, big, boat. And he loves going out. We do all nighters sometimes." The server was back quickly with our drinks.

"Mark, you've got to have some standards." I could feel the same old argument about to happen and I didn't want it to happen in front of Gary and Tracey. "Tracey, I'll let you make up your own mind. Just don't say you haven't been warned." I took a sip of my water and continued. "They've been friends since childhood. They've grown into such different men, but I can't seem to get Mark to see Nick how I do." Good god, I'd gotten in deeper than I should have. "OK, I'll just shut up now." 

Mark and Tracey continued to swap fish stories and I felt Gary's hand on my knee. An electric wave traveled from my knee to between my legs and my mouth fell open slightly in shock. I turned to look at Gary and he just grinned at me. The tablecloths were not long so he didn't move his hand up, just left it there and squeezed gently. I could feel my arousal building. I stood up suddenly. "Uh, I'm gonna visit the ladies room and wash my hands before I eat."

"Me, too." Gary said and stood up and joined me. We walked away together.

I whispered fiercely to him, "That's stupid, stupid. We can't do anything risky."

"Risky? Fuck I'm so frisky I could take you here. Besides, they are so wrapped up in their fishing stories they might not even notice we're gone." We turned into the darkened hall that led to the restrooms. It was deserted. I felt his hand on my back. He stopped me and pressed me into the wall and kissed me hard. I moaned low into his mouth.

"Gary, no, no, NO!" I wrenched myself out of his arms and dove into the ladies room. I heard him chuckle behind me. I was trembling with desire. It took me a minute to calm down and relax enough to pee, and I discovered I was quite slick. I waited a few minutes longer, touched up my lipstick and went back to the table. 

Gary was already back and our food was on the table. Mark and I divided the cheeseburger and fries and started eating. I was drinking a lot of water; I'm always thirsty. Tracey had a chicken salad and Gary had a cheeseburger, too. The conversation was light between bites. Tracey and Mark were now comparing reels and tackle and the pros and cons of different line test weight. I rolled my eyes and turned back to watch Gary. He attacked his burger with gusto. He dressed it high and dove in and demolished it. I watched in astonishment.

"Uh, I was hungry." He smiled at me. I grinned back and delicately nibbled on my burger. My appetite for food had diminished, replaced by desire for Gary. He plowed through his fries. "I rode almost two hours this morning; I worked up an appetite." He nodded towards our plate. "Do you guys always split your food?"

"Yeah, we do. Not all the time but we do it often. Most restaurants give you too damned much food anyway. Then you end up having leftovers, which may or may not be good." I took another bite of burger. "Economically it makes sense for us, too. We started doing it a couple of years ago after hauling home too many doggie bags." I dipped a fry into the mayo ramekin and popped it into my mouth. The waitress came by and refilled my water glass.

His voice dropped and he leaned in close. "God, you're so sexy when you eat. Wish I could be feeding you." I gave him a warning look and sat back. Then Mark's cell phone rang. He got up from the table to take the call. Now that he was finished eating, Gary's right hand was back on my knee. "How's your lunch, my dear?" He asked Tracey. 

She looked down at her plate. She had done a good job of working her way through her strips of grilled chicken and pile of greens. "Good, I guess. I haven't really noticed. Jayne, I'm sooo enjoying talking with your Mark. I haven't been out fishing since my dad died. I really miss it, and him."

"I'm sorry for your loss. Has it been long?" I asked.

"Five years now. We really were close and it was devastating. Time does help, you know. And I really miss fishing!" Tracey bobbed her pretty blonde head.

Mark came back to the table and sat down. "That was Nick. He's free. He wants to go out this afternoon. Tracey, you want to join us?" He picked up and finished off the last of his burger, then stole some fries from my plate. I picked up my fork and pretended to stab him with it.

She looked over at Gary, questioningly. "Honey, do you mind? I'd love to go!"

"Tracey, this was supposed to be our date night out. The kids are at Gram's." He turned to me, "We've got tickets to see one of my favorite bands, The Drive-By Truckers." Gary looked put out.

"Oh my god I love them!" I exclaimed. "Mark's not into music so I haven't been to a concert in a really long time."

"Well, there you go!" Tracey exclaimed. "I couldn't care less about them. I was just going because Gary likes them to much. In fact, Jayne, I'll beg you to take my place. Please, please, please don't make me go to Skipper's Smokehouse again." 

"What's wrong with Skipper's?" I asked. I'd only been there a few times.

"Oh, I don't know. It's so, uh...I don't know. There's bikers and hippies ...just not my type of people, you know. Gary, are you sure you don't mind?" Tracey was doing a very nice pouting/pleading look.

Gary's eyes met mine briefly as he turned to face her. "Of course I don't mind. I know how much you've missed it. By all means, go and have fun."

Mark burst in: "Since we're starting out so late, it'll be late when we get back. Will that be a problem? We probably won't get back until close to midnight." I could hear the excitement in Mark's voice. He signaled the waitress for the check.

"Babe," Gary said. "Please go, have a wonderful time, get fishy stinky. Just shower before you climb in bed, eh? And if we're going to the show, we'll probably be out that late as well."

"Oh thank you, my dear!" Tracey squealed. She leaned over and kissed Gary's cheek. She turned to Mark and they high-fived. 

Gary snatched the check when it came. "You're taking my wife off and entertaining her. Let me at least get this." He smiled at Mark. "Besides, you guys are a cheap date. Just one burger between you. I think I can swing this." He paid with cash and left a generous tip. We made it out to our cars, Mark and Tracey planning their trip. Tracey and Gary were down to one car; hers was in the shop for the weekend, so he'd drop her off at our house, then Mark would drive himself and Tracey over to Nick's. I was beginning to have some hope that Gary and I could have some time together. 

A little over an hour later they pulled into our driveway. Everyone was freshly showered and changed. Gary looked simply divine in a pair of tight fitting, faded Levis and an old grey t-shirt. Tracey was gorgeous in jeans and a dark grey sweatshirt. She brought another sweatshirt and a jacket for later. I brought them in and showed them around the house, proudly showing off the newly remodeled kitchen. Tracey ewwed and aahed and made appropriate comments, as did Gary. Mark had his cooler packed with sandwiches and beer and water and colas and other snacks, so we walked them out to his truck and loaded the two of them in. Gary and Tracey were over by the passenger side saying their good-byes and Mark and I were by the driver's side. "So, what are you gonna do with the rest of your day?" Mark asked me.

"Uh, I'm not sure." I replied. "I don't know if Gary wants to hang out or not before the show. I'm sure I can find something to keep me busy." We kissed, a peck, and he swung up into his truck. 

"See you later, babe." Mark adjusted the rear view mirror and turned to make sure that Tracey was comfortable.

"Have fun, you guys!" I meant it. I heard Gary echoing the same sentiments. We walked away from the truck and stood together as Mark backed out of the carport and drove out of the driveway. We both waved parade waves as they drove off. We looked at each other and grinned and walked back inside. 

As soon as the front door shut, I was backed up against the door, Gary pressing into me, his demanding lips on mine, hands on my waist, back, hips, ass...everywhere. He was not shy about his wants. I responded in kind. I was keening inside, a huge well of longing, need, and desire. His mouth left mine and trailed down my neck and caused more shivers to go through my body as I tried to erase any distance between us. I gasped and moaned and quivered with the sensations. I threw my legs around one of his and rubbed myself against his pants leg. I felt myself being lifted off the ground and thrown over his shoulder.

"Where's a bed?" he demanded. He circled me around a few times, flying me like an airplane thru the living room. I was giggling helplessly. I pointed towards my bedroom. So much for the sanctity of the marital bed. "Zoom, zoom, zoom." He propelled me forward, still over his shoulder, maneuvered through the door, kicked it shut behind him, and threw me down on my miraculously freshly made bed. "My god, woman, how many pillows do two people require?" He threw most of the eight pillows onto the floor and dove onto the bed next to me. I turned to my side to face him and we hesitated just a moment before starting to kiss. I could see the naked desire in his eyes - the blue irises were burning bright - and his breathing had already quickened. I just wanted to melt into him. 




Gary and Jayne Ch. 04



"Gary....I....I..." Our lips met, softly, slowly, nibbling on each other's lips, tongues darting and licking. "I can't believe we're actually in a bed, where we can move around." I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him and our kisses deepened. My hands were in his hair, clean and sweet smelling from his shower, and his hands traveled up and down my back, caressing me firmly, easily, kneading my shoulders, then down and lightly squeezing my butt. My rear started rocking back and forth, seeking contact. He rolled me over so that he was on top and the kisses and caresses continued. He was off to my right side slightly, giving access to my breasts. My hands were moving up and down his back, pulling him close. I could feel his erection hard against my thigh through our jeans. His right hand moved up and covered my left breast, lightly pinching and teasing the nipple through my bra and shirt.

Gary's lips left mine and his tongue left a wet trail up the side of my neck, sending fierce shivers all through me. "It's about time for some clothes to come off, Jay short for Jayne," he whispered into my ear as he nibbled on it.

"Well, OK, then. Get up for a sec." He eased off me to the side and I sat up. I had put on a snap down denim blouse. I put one hand on each side of the top snap and tugged. The snaps all gave way quickly, revealing my lacy bra underneath. I looked down and could clearly see my dark pink nipples poking through the fabric. I looked up Gary. His eyes lit with delight.

"Oh, very nice," he said as he helped me ease the blouse from my arms. He reached one hand behind my back and was able to unhook my bra. Freed from their restraint, my breasts bounced and swayed. He slipped the bra off my shoulders and tossed it aside. "God, you're gorgeous."

"Ummm, thanks. I think you're pretty gorgeous yourself." He eased me again onto my back and spent a good long while attending to my breasts. I found the contrast of the darkened tan skin of his hand against the pale white skin of my breasts highly arousing. It was so sensual and erotic. He covered one breast with one of his large hands, palming and squeezing and lightly caressing while sucking, swirling, tonguing, nipping and teasing the other nipple. First one side, then the other. Back and forth, again and again. I was in heaven. My hands were clutched in his hair, pulling him closer, then I moved them down, rubbing down his shoulders.

He eased up and we kissed some more, deep, sensual and passionate kisses, tongues clashing, giving and taking. He pulled up and whispered, "Turn over onto your belly. But first, let's get your jeans off." He unbuttoned and slowly unzipped my Levis. His eyes were watchful as I lifted my hips and he eased my jeans off. I had put on one of the few sexy pair of undies that I own. He smiled at the black lacy boy pants. He stood up and pulled the jeans off my legs, then quickly divested himself of his t-shirt and jeans. He was standing there with a tent in his boxers. I admired his beautiful physique, wide shoulders, flat belly (you could see some slight ridges but no beefy six-pack), light smattering of dark hair disappearing into his boxers. I reached out to touch him but he stopped me. "Not yet. We've got plenty of time. Let's take this slow and easy." He turned me over onto my stomach and added, "How about a bit of a massage, hmmm? I'm told I'm pretty damned good at it."

"God, I'd love that. There's nothing I like better than a massage. I don't usually get sensual ones; I'm usually screaming in pain when I get one." His hands massaged my scalp, his strong fingers moving firmly on top of and around my head. They worked their magic and I moaned my appreciation. He continued down and rubbed my neck a bit, then down to my shoulders, where I'm always tight. I felt his lips, light, brush my skin where he'd been working. The combination of his hands and light breaths and kisses caused goose-bumps to form on my skin. He used his fingers to poke and ease some pressure points; then rubbed the shoulder muscles more. I felt him work his way down my spine, one vertebra at a time, his fingers digging lightly in. As his lips followed his fingers, I was floating. It felt so wonderful. The small of my back is especially sensitive, one of my erogenous zones, and it all just felt heavenly. His hands next moved to my butt. He caressed the cheeks and I felt him shift, moving down. I felt a sharp nip on my rear. "Yikes!" I giggled. I felt him ease off the bed and then he grabbed my left foot. He worked my toes, bottom of my foot, the arch and my ankles, then repeated on my right foot. I then felt one hand on the back of each leg, and he worked his way up, massaging my calves. 

"What nice legs you have. Most biker's legs are too stringy. Yours are very nice." He worked his way up further.

"Thank you. And this is very nice. No, more than very nice. This is absolutely fabulous. Thank you for doing it." I groaned some more to show my appreciation.

"My pleasure, my Dear." His hands were now on the back of my thighs, molding the heavy muscles of my hamstrings. The hands moved inward, parting my legs slightly, then back up to my rear again. He was kneeling now on the bed behind me, between my legs. "Up you go, my dear." He put his hands on my hips and pulled them up so my rear was in the air. He grabbed the pillows left on the bed and stuffed them under my belly. My rear was in the air, propped up by the pillows, and my lower body rested on my arms and shoulders. This was a new and different position for me to be in. I felt very exposed, but also kind of naughty and safe with him all at the same time. I felt his hands on my rear, caressing the globes on my ass, fondling up and down, squeezing and releasing, his lips kissing and lightly biting the skin through my skivvies. He maneuvered down and I could hear him inhale, taking in my scent. I felt his tongue press against my panties, pushing the material into my folds, and his tongue moved up and down along my slit. His tongue circled my clit, then moved back and stabbed into my opening. I was bucking back into his face, wanting more and more of what he was doing. I felt his fingers hook around the top of my panties at my hips and tug down, exposing me to his gaze. I could hear his ragged breath as he slowly pulled them down. Once they were down by my knees, he lifted my legs up one at a time to disentangle me, then tossed them aside. I was quivering with anticipation, wondering what he had in store for me next.

"Gary, what are you doing to me? I've never done anything quite like this before." I felt his hands back on my ass, lightly squeezing. "My god, it all feels soooo good. I can't ever...ahhh...ummm...oh my god." I was squirming with delight as I felt his head move back between my legs. He used his thumbs to open me up then licked me from the V in front to my opening to further back, then stabbed it into my opening. I felt a few fingers circling my clit while his tongue thrust into my vagina. I bucked back into his face, the sensations too intense to believe. Then he started tonguing my clit with different angles and pressures and slid one finger up into my opening. He sucked my clit in between his teeth, very gently, and nubbed it with his tongue inside his mouth and inserted another finger into me, angling to the front. I felt his fingers brush my G-spot and a warm sensation flooded me. I rocked against him, once, twice, three times as the orgasm slammed over me. My hips were rocking wildly and he was holding onto them with one hand, the other still fingering me and his mouth still firmly attached to me, changing now to kiss and flick my clit as I came. My hands were fists that I pounded on the bed, glorying in my release. My very appreciative moans filled the room. "Gary, Gary, Gary...my god....what... ..are....you...doing...to....me...???? Aggghhh...ummm..." I wrenched my body away from his hold, too sensitive for any more contact at that point. I yanked the pillows from under my belly and collapsed face down on the bed. I felt his body cover mine, off to one side, his cock very hard, straining through his boxers. He was kissing my hair, my neck, his hands caressing and rubbing up and down my back while I recovered. I felt like weeping, it was so good. I was staggered by the experience. I can't remember another lover...not that my experience has been that vast...ever going as far out of their way to please me. I felt so treasured, special. I felt like a queen. I was going to return the favor.

"Jay, how are you doing?" I heard him murmur into my ear, with more kisses and nips and nibbles in that area.

I pushed up to my elbows, pushing him off to my right side. I turned to face him and took his face into my hands and kissed him hard, fervently, gratefully, and, I hope, hotly. I could taste myself on him and decided I didn't dislike it. I pulled back and looked into his eyes. "Gary, I can't even begin to describe how I'm feeling. We've had some damned hot times together. But that was above and beyond anything I've ever experienced. You just seared a memory in my brain that will be there forever." 

"Well, hot damn. Let's make lots more memories, eh?" He smiled at me. I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, my rear on his stomach.

"You got it, babe." I leaned down over him and we kissed more. His hands snaked up over my back but I reached behind me and grabbed his hands in mine and straightened them out to our sides, our fingers entwined. I moved from his lips to his brow, then kissed over to his ear. I lightly tongued his ear, blew into it, and nibbled on his ear lobe. I could feel him squirming underneath me. I continued my journey, trailing kisses down his chest, stopping and plying my tongue over his nipples. I stopped for a moment, rose up on my hands to admire the view.

"Gary, you really are something, you know. Very handsome, very hot." I could hear him murmur his thanks. I continued trailing kisses and tongue caresses down his torso, and lifted my rear and settled in on his thighs, avoiding contact with his erection. I made it down to his boxers and paused. His cock was straining against the fabric. I reached into the opening and freed it so it was poking up through the hole. I inhaled in pleasure. I decided to tease him a bit. I blew on the exposed skin, light breaths. I let my tongue touch the tip for just a second, then pulled back and blew soft air on it again. I could see it twitch and strain. I brushed the tip with one light finger stroke, hesitated, then another. I could hear his breath, hot and ragged.

"Jay, you're killing me. Please stop this torture." I complied. I eased his penis back into his boxers, pushed his erection flat against his belly and tugged the boxers off. His cock sprang free and bounced back against his belly. Once the boxers were down past his knees he was able to kick them off. I moved to kneel between his knees and enclosed his cock with my left hand as I cupped his balls with my right. I gently rolled each one in my hand while I stroked his shaft up and down. I looked up at his face while I stroked him. He was watching me pleasure him. His eyes had gone vacant: he was in another zone. I lowered my mouth to lick and kiss at each side of the V where his legs met his torso. I tongued up and down to his belly button and back, then moved back down to take first one then the other of his balls into my mouth, gently, while still stroking his shaft. His breathing was getting more irregular. "Aaaaaahhh, Jay, fuck, that feels sooo good." I moved up and licked up his shaft, slowly running my tongue up its impressive length. When I got to the top, I swirled around the head, then slowly engulfed him in my mouth, using as much suction as possible as I went further down the shaft. I took it as far as I could, but once I felt my gag reflex I eased up. And did that again and again and again. Then I changed the pressure a bit. I wrapped my right hand tight around the lower part of his shaft and moved my hand up and down in concert with my mouth, using as much saliva as I could produce to be as slick as possible. Back and forth, up and down, slippery sliding. I heard him hit it, the moment of no return. He started thrusting into my mouth, groaning loudly, his fingers entwined in my hair and gripping my head. "Uuuhh, ehh, eehhh. Ahhh. Aaaaaahhh AAAAHHHHHH!" The moans matched the spasms as his release came. I clamped down and took what I could but some leaked out. He pulled me off his penis and hauled me up to rest on his chest. He was still breathing hard. I gave him his moment to savor and recover, and was feeling pretty damned pleased with myself. I snuggled up against his chest and slid my arms under his, holding him close. I felt his kisses rain down on my head. We stayed there for a few minutes, savoring the echoes.

"Is this so good because we're new or because it's illicit?" I asked him, softly. Why does my mind work this way and why can't I keep my mouth shut?

"Both," he said. I felt his arms tighten around my back. "And because it's just damned good. Jayne, don't torture yourself with questioning it, just let it be. The serenity prayer and all that. We're really good right now. Let's enjoy it as long as this rollercoaster ride lasts."

"You're right, of course. Forgive me my curse of over-analyzing everything." I shifted and slid off to his side so I'd be better able to see him. "We've got all damned day to play while our spouses are away. Let's make the most of it."

"Yes, let's," he agreed, as he pulled me back on top of him and his lips sought mine. We exchanged more kisses, sweetly, for a few minutes, then passion returned, roared back, really. I started making involuntary noises with each kiss and my body started moving, rubbing into him. I could feel his penis, pressed between our bodies, returning to life. He pushed me up to a sitting position and pulled me forward, so that my breasts were dangling in front of his mouth. He took turns sucking one into his mouth while fondling the other one. Back and forth, greedily. "Your tits are wonderful," he pronounced.

"Uh, thanks. Did you remember to bring a condom this time? I decided to go ahead and buy some just in case. I've got them hidden away here somewhere." I reached over to my bedside table and rummaged to where I had hidden them. I detached one and set it by us on the bed.

"Oh, man do we have to?"

"Yes. No arguments. Now, where were we?" I was back straddling him and leaned down to kiss him again. "MMmmmm, God you feel so great." I could feel his hands on my ass now, slipping down, his fingertip applying a bit of pressure to my back door before slipping down further. One finger slid up inside me and the other caressed my clit. I was ready for him. "Gary, now, please." I sat up, moved down, tore open the condom and rolled it over his straining cock. I moved into position and rubbed it back and forth a bit and sank down onto him. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, I was swooning with pleasure. "God, yes, yes, yessss." I sank all the way down on him and we just stayed there, locked together, joined together so deeply, and kissed. Slowly, slowly he started to rock, move in and out. I gasped and moaned with each movement. His hands were on my hips and went back to squeeze me ass, hard. He took charge then. He flipped us over so I was flat on my back and increased the pace a bit. I wrapped my legs around his back and met his thrusts with my own. Our kisses became harder, more passionate. He paused, hooked his right arm under my left leg so that I was opened up even more, and continued. The room was filled with the sounds of our moans. Our bodies were both slick with sweat. He angled the hand that was holding my leg down, slipped his thumb into my slit, rubbed my clit and increased his pace even more. "GAR-EEEE!!! GAR-EEEE!!! OH MY GOD!!!" My orgasm hit hard and fast and fierce. I howled like a banshee and writhed beneath him. His came just a moment later and he pushed in hard one last time and froze. He crushed me to him as his release came. He muttered loudly, incoherently. After our spasms stopped we both collapsed. And laughed.

"Daaaaang!" he smiled, kissed my neck. "That was freakin' awesome."

"I'm in total agreeance." He turned over onto his back and I cuddled up beside him. We exchanged more kisses. We lay still for a few minutes, enjoying and savoring. 

"You stay right there, right where you are. I've gotta get rid of this thing but I'll be back." He headed towards the bathroom.

"No, I'm coming with you." I rolled over to the side of the bed and followed him down the hall, both of us naked. I came up behind him and hugged onto this stomach and we step-walked together down the hall into my tiny bathroom. I closed the door behind us and he opened the shower curtain and started the water. We had to wait for a minute while the water heated and spent that time holding each other close, tenderly, our hands exploring each other softly, easily. We kissed sweetly, giving thanks for what had been and anticipating more to come. I noticed some steam issuing from the shower so I knew the water was warm enough. I pulled back the curtain and we both stepped into the shower. I tend to get really cold so I made sure I was under the stream of hot water. I felt Gary close the distance between us. His chin was on top of my head, his arms were draped around my back and he pulled me close. My face was pressed into his chest, my head turned toward his armpit. I could smell the scent, the essence, of him, along with his woodsy cologne. When I thought of him I always thought of the smell of his cologne mixed with the scent of pine needles. We held each other close like that, tight, for a few minutes while the hot water rained down on us. My tongue darted out to lick his skin; I lazily tongued him. I felt his hands start to move up and down my back, slowly caressing at first and then with more ardor. I leaned my head back to look up at his handsome face. Oh my god, looking at him full force, seeing the desire in his eyes that I knew was for me, it was just overwhelming. "Gary.." I gasped, "This is ..." (What, what, what is this, I asked myself? Lust and like and friendship and desire and all those other emotions really get mucked up sometimes. I stopped and reminded myself of our situation. We'd not discussed it but let's face it, we were FWB. Friends With Benefits. We each had a good home life. Couldn't let sticky emotions get in the way.) "...unbelievable. I'm so delighted we've found each other to delight."

I heard his laugh, loud and strong, as he ducked his head and lips to my neck. I closed my eyes, craned my neck to the side and let him feast upon my skin. "Delightful, indeed," he whispered, his tongue trailing along my skin and raising goose bumps. His right hand had moved between us and was cupping my left breast. He reached for the soap and soaped up both my breasts and spent several minutes playing with them, all slippery. I took the soap from him and did the same to his cock and balls. He was hard again (imagine that!) We were kissing as we worked on each other. I felt his hand move down between my legs and I eased them open a bit. His hand slipped between them, soap in hand, and he lathered me up down there, too. I continued my ministrations, alternating pressure on his cock. It was a strong, thick log in my hands, the veins standing out. I wanted him again, badly. I moved aside to rinse the soap off his penis and dropped to my knees, slowly, kissing all the way down. I tongued him slowly, then took him into my mouth and engulfed the length of him. His knees were slightly bent; he had one hand in my wet hair and the other was braced against the side of the shower. I could hear him murmuring words of encouragement and ecstasy. I eased off and licked up and down the shaft, slowly, and then kissed up and down, too. I lifted his heavy sac in my hands and slowly caressed his balls, then moved down and took each one in my mouth, one at a time. After that I kissed my way back up his shaft and tongued around the head and sucked the length back into my mouth. I wrapped my right hand around the bottom of his shaft and held on firmly, and moved my hand up and down in unison with my mouth. The other hand I wrapped around his ass, pulling him close. I could feel his cheeks clench in excitement. I did that for a few moments and I felt his hands on my shoulders, digging in, almost painful. He finally wrenched me up by tugging me up under my armpits. He dragged me up and kissed me hard, raggedly. He reached up and turned off the shower and threw back the curtain. We were both dripping water. He grabbed one of the towels on the wall and threw it at me, then grabbed another one and haphazardly dried himself off. I tried to dry my body a bit and leaned over to wrap my hair in the towel. I felt him, Gary, my lover (my God, I had a lover!) take my hand and drag me back along the hall, back towards the bed. I followed very willingly. Very, very willingly. We reached the bed and he turned to face me. The crook of his arm went around the back of my head and pulled me up to him for a hard, demanding kiss. I gave in let him plunder my mouth, as I wanted him to plunder me.




Gary and Jayne Ch. 04



"God, yes, Gary," I urged. I was turned on again, hot, aroused, willing and wanting. "Take me, I am yours." He toppled me back onto the bed and followed, his body covering mine. I could feel his penis, hard and straining, between us. I wanted him in me, right then. "Gary, now, now, now, please." He moved up to his elbows and I opened my legs. He moved his cock between my legs and then used it to tease me. Up and down up and down again and again over my slit, from the top, past my clit, past my vaginal opening, all the way to the back, applying light pressure back there. My god if I had been aroused before, this was beyond anything. "Gary, please, now." I couldn't believe I was begging for it, but I was beyond anything or anywhere I'd ever been before.

"Jayne, say it!" I heard his voice, ragged with desire. He continued his teasing, his cock up and down, sliding in my wetness, going from pleasure point to pleasure point, not entering me, just torturing me. 

"Gary, please, please, now. I want you in me, now!" I was getting hoarse; desire left me numb.

"Jayne, Jay, Jay...say it...what do you want me to do?" His voice was thick but he was still very much in control. He kept his movements up, back and forth, never entering me, just hitting the hot spots.

"What do you want me to say? Please take me!" I was getting desperate. I was trying to reach down between our bodies to force the type of contact I craved but he trapped my hand in his. He stopped his movements, held still, and looked me in the eyes.

"Jayne, tell me what you want me to do. Tell me, loud, I want to hear it. C'mon, you can say it, you can scream it. I know it's in you. Do it, do it."

"Gary, what do you want me to say? Do it! Do it!?" He shook his head. He arched his hips a bit and hit my clit at a new angle. I was aching for him. Suddenly, it dawned on me what he wanted to hear. My god, I'd never used that word in bed. It was a wonderful curse word but I never associated it with what we were doing. But, damn, if that's what it took...I took a deep breath. I stilled my writhing beneath him and stopped everything and looked him in the eye, those gorgeous blue eyes. "Gary, fuck me! Fuck me please! Do it now!" I heard a deep, guttural growl emerge from him. He rose up and his mouth swallowed mine and his cock found its way to my entrance and sank in.

"God, yes babe, that's what I've been dying to hear you say," he hissed into my ear. My hips rose up to meet him. I was awash in the purest pleasure ever.

"Yes, Gary, oh, that's right, fuck me, fuck meeeee!" And he did, my god he did. And I guess I, uh, fucked him back. We gave it to each other, hard and strong and long. I just couldn't believe the level of sensation. I've been used to the 5 minute married intercourse, so this was just a revelation. We rocked and rolled and changed positions and rocked together some more. Then changed positions again. Then again. I didn't want it to stop. I didn't want to have an orgasm and end this stage of intense and unbelievable pleasure. After a while he slowed and asked if I had any lube. I pulled a bottle of KY from the bedside stand and he slicked us up and we kept at it, going at it like bunnies, trying every position thought of by man. After awhile we started giggling when we tried something new; it had moved beyond raw sex into silliness. But after awhile I was getting sore: my privates were not used to that much of a workout. "Gary," I whispered, "if you're gonna get off you need to do it soon. I'm about done for it."

"Jayne, I don't think I can get off at this point. And damn, I'm getting sore too." He rolled me so I was on my back and he was on top of me when he said it. We kissed and he gently eased out of me. 

"Damn, we forgot the frickin' condom this time. It was just as well that we, errr, petered out." We both laughed. We settled in together, him on his back and me cuddling up on his side, my leg thrown over his torso. His cock had eased back to its normal size. We pulled up the sheet to cover us, since the sweat was cooling on our skin, and held each other close. We exchanged more slow, sweet kisses but we were both sleepy. I turned over and set the alarm so we wouldn't miss the show and settled back in beside him. We both drifted off to sleep, arms wrapped around each other.

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Dear reader,

This is it for Gary and Jayne for the moment. They've done everything I've wanted for them to do at this point. I may get some inspiration in the future but for now this is it.

Thank you for all your positive feedback. And I've cracked up over the negative feedback. I'm glad, whoever you are, that I made the characters real enough for you that you were worried about the state of my marriage!

Jayne