3 comments/ 5347 views/ 1 favorites Girl on the Run By: SplendidSpunk (While the world is filled with woman named Donna, this was written for one special Donna, not that she is better then you, just that this is her desire but she will share it with you too.) Last year I moved to the west coast and left the remnants of my old life behind. No wife (lost the battle with cancer), kids grown and in college, I wanted an escape from the memories and the weather. I had always enjoyed running so I searched the internet and found a local running club. I investigated and learned to my delight that it was a laid back club in that it held no competitions and the members joined as much for the companionship as the exercise. At my age I wanted to enjoy the sport but not be overwhelmed by it. There was a mix of very young and very old, so while I was in the upper half of the age bracket, I was not the oldest by far. In fact each generation seemed to be represented and like any other club some were friendly, some were unapproachable. On the whole I enjoyed being there and running the different courses they had mapped in the community. Each of the courses was graded by distance, endurance etc., so if it was a long and hilly route the grade was higher then the grade for a short flat. This enabled you to select based on your capability or desire. As is the case with most clubs and groups, friendships developed and occasionally they transcended the club to coffee or breakfast after a run. I had made a few friends and a lot of acquaintances. Donna was one of the friends I had made and though she was 'a few years' my junior, she and I would often run together (though I suspect she held back at those times). I am very tall and thin and Donna is what women call "petite" with smallish breasts, maybe a B cup but more likely an A. I thought she was perfect. She was one of the friends who I would from sometimes enjoy breakfast or a cup of coffee with. I got to know and like her a bit. She was not married and it seemed that her current boyfriend was one of convenience rather than one of love. I was guessing, but from the things she would say I had the feeling he was on borrowed time with her and when that time ran out I intended to give her a man who appreciated her beauty. Seems he failed to understand that all woman need to know they are beautiful, that they are desired, and that the work they do to stay that way should be recognized. It was evident that the BF was failing her on all those counts. One day I spoke with out thought, something I try hard not to, since you never know what a spur of the moment comment will do to the listener. What I told Donna was that if I were her boyfriend she would not be sitting there complaining that way about me. No sooner had I said that then I quickly apologized, but she merely smiled as if she'd expected that of me. I was out running by myself one glorious morning, enjoying the beautiful scenery. I had not seen Donna at the club for a few days and wondered where she had been. As I crested a hill near and took the trail that led to a canyon, I saw Donna sitting next to a small stream. I moved a bit quicker to join her and saw her sitting there with her bare feet dangling in the cool water. "Hey Donna! Contemplating a swim? Or was your run a bit too much today?" I said as I neared her. I saw her look up at me and her green eyes seemed to shine as she saw me before saying, "I was just sitting here trying to cool my head and my feet. Usually a good run clears my head, but I guess I am in a bad state today." She looked back down at her feet and I took her arm and said, "So what's the boyfriend done this time?" She looked up at me and I melted as her green eyes captured mine and I could see the beginning of a tear forming. "You mean other then the usual? I asked him last night to massage my feet and he laughed and said that's what the Asian women are for." Then she wiggled her toes under the water as her head once again dipped and her eyes focused on the stream. Without a second thought I kicked off my shoes and socks and stepped into the stream and took her two feet into my hands. "Kevin what are you doing? Put my feet down." "No, they're mine now. If that boyfriend of yours won't give you a decent foot massage, well then he has no claim on these anymore." I began to massage her feet as she looked at me stunned. As I continued I saw a small grin curl her lips up and she said. "That's a sweet gesture Kevin, but you really shouldn't be doing this." "Why? I'm merely trying to give you the massage your boyfriend wanted you to pay some Asian women for. Are you afraid you won't like it, or ashamed to admit you do like it?" I could see her struggle with my logic and felt her feet relax in my hands. She looked away and said very softly. "It just feels wrong." "Well tell me how to do it right, I'm not a professional but I have massaged former girlfriends before and they didn't complain. In fact, sometimes they were very grateful." "That's just it Kevin, I have a boyfriend and I don't want you to expect me to be grateful like that." "Like what Donna, you don't want to say thanks for the foot massage?" "Come on Kevin, I know what you meant by 'grateful' and that's not happening." I continued to massage her feet even as she tried to tell me why it was wrong she never pulled her feet away from me and I was not grasping them. "Well this funk you're in has more to do then just your feet, very pretty feet by the way. Almost perfect, hell they are perfect. So what else has lover boy done to get you so down? And, no I am not going to stop massaging your feet till I am satisfied. I told you they are mine now, so spill the beans." I could see her thinking, trying to decide what to tell me and what not to say. By the look on her face I thought he'd told her he was gay it seemed to weigh so heavily on her. Finally she said. "We've been having a lot of problems lately, so we agreed to have a nice weekend away and maybe rekindle something. Last night he informed me he got tickets to some baseball game that he and his buddies are going to. I was looking forward to the weekend and now, without a care about me, he's planned to go off with the guys." As I continued to enjoy the softness of her feet, rubbing her long perfect toes individually, I saw her shudder and realized this was a sexual thing for her. That was the cause of her mild protest. I decided to act. "Ok here's the deal, tonight you are going to put on your nicest dress or skirt, whatever, just no slacks and be ready at 6 PM. I insist you allow me to take you to dinner and I will not take no for an answer. If you are not dressed as instructed and ready to go, I will take you as I find you, but you will come out to dinner with me." "Kevin, the foot rub was amazing, thank you. Dinner is too much, I don't want to lead you on, I have a boyfriend." "Yeah, I know! I think maybe you reminded me of that fact at least five or six times today and over the months I've known you, maybe a thousand times. Ok maybe a thousand is an exaggeration but I know. I am going to feed you and take your mind off your lost weekend, and you're going to come with your friend because your feet have been adored and you feel much better, right?" She smiled up at me, those green eyes, damn. She was so beautiful, so sexy even in her running gear, sitting barefoot in the stream. I could not understand any man who would take this woman for granted. Perhaps they do it because she allows it. "As long as this is just dinner with a friend and..." "Yeah! I know you have a boyfriend. Now lace up and let's see who gets back to the club first." We both put our socks and shoes on and she had me at an advantage as I was in the water. She had a small head start on me and I loved that she felt competitive enough to seek that advantage even though she could have given me a long head start and still left me in the dust. But I managed to stay right behind her and enjoyed the view of that cute ass while she led the way. * * * * * When she opened her door that night, Donna looked simply edible. I knew then that by the end of the night I would not hear any more about her boyfriend, at least that is what my ego had me think. She wore a modest black skirt that stopped above the knees, coupled with a clingy green top that brought out her eyes and contrasted the reddish hue of her hair. Her hair was up with just a few wild strands hanging out, purposely making the whole look so sexy, especially with the long silver dangling earrings that pulled her lobes with sensuous delight. The top of the blouse hung loosely about her neck and a flash of a tattoo on her left shoulder graced her overall appearance. Her small but tantalizing breasts were evidently enhanced by an under wire push up bra that had her breasts pushed out almost as if they were on display. I said my hello and looked down at her feet which I have to admit had already begun to captivate me. Oh damn, the shoes were all wrong. She had on a pair of black heels but with a closed toe so her perfect feet were more encased then her damn tits. I took her hand and escorted her to the car and held her door as she slid in, then entered myself. As we drove I decided that a short stop at the mall was in order. When I pulled into the mall Donna looked at me quizzically and said. "You're taking me to the food court?" She grinned to let me know she was OK with that but then I stunned her when I responded as I held her door open. "No, not the food court. I am buying you a pair of shoes so I can admire my feet. Since that's the part of you your boyfriend has let me have, I want to be able to enjoy them." I admit I felt as if I was dragging Donna who seemed completely stunned by what I'd said, but she did come along. When we entered one of the upscale woman's shoe stores, I immediately went up to a clerk and said. "My date needs a proper pair of heels to display her perfect feet. As a male I have no ability to judge the color or style, so find her something that will complement her outfit and her perfect feet." Then I basically handed Donna to the clerk and stood back while the clerk selected a few different open toed shoes for her to try on. Donna's face was a mix of confusion and amusement as she looked and tried on several different shoes. At one point she looked at me and laughingly said. "You know going shoe shopping with a woman is a big mistake on your part Kevin, it could take hours." I looked back at her and with a stern voice said. "Its worth my time to see your properly displayed lady. Those are my feet. I claimed them and I will not be denied them. I can wait, but you'd best not disappoint me again in your final selection." I think I stunned her because her mouth gaped and she mumbled a simple. "Ok." I chuckled to myself at how easily she submitted to my lecture and stern voice, and not wanting to lose her so early in the night I said. "You have beautiful feet Donna. You really should be proud of them and show them off." She smiled and it was genuine and I think her threat to make this purchase an agony for me melted as she selected a pair of heels that not only displayed her feet, but also enhanced her entire outfit. They were black with straps that encased the lower portion of her foot but did not hide her lovely toes. Those straps, as well as the wide strap around her ankle were studded with rhinestones that glittered in the light. I nodded and said. "She'll wear those, you can put her other shoes in the box." I quickly paid for the new shoes over Donna's protests. She said. "Kevin, really I can't accept a gift like this..." As I signed the receipt I said to her. "Those are my feet, I want them in all their glory and by the way the shoes are mine too. You may wear them tonight but when you go home I keep them. If you want to wear them again you'll only do so for me." I let her walk in front of me for a few steps so I could admire her ass as it moved so invitingly as she walked in the new shoes. I also stared at her feet entranced by how much more beautiful they were in the new heels and how the glittering rhinestones drew my eyes to them. I caught up with her and again took her hand as we returned to the car. Now I would have to deal with her protests when she learned I had cooked for her and we'd be eating at my house. I was prepared to make that work too. As we drove she asked where we were going. All I said was. "A really nice place with a great view. I'm sure you've never been there but the food is great and you'll love it." She nodded and smiled until I pulled into my driveway. I heard the protest long before it was verbal and said. "Yes we are at my house and yes you have a boyfriend and yes this is not something a girl with a boyfriend should be doing. However, we are not going to eat in my house we are going to enjoy our meal on my deck outside. We are eating here because I do not want a tablecloth to hide my new feet. I am a reasonable cook so it shouldn't be all that bad and unless you need to use the bathroom I will not force you into my house. OK?" "Kevin, I agreed to dinner expecting to be in a public place. I feel like I'm being unfaithful." "Donna we've been friends for a long time now. We've been together alone along many a running route dressed in far less clothing then we are tonight. Unless you feel like you can't trust yourself then..." I knew that Donna was not going to admit she could not control herself and sure enough she said. "Ok, but we will be outside. Just remember..." "Yeah how can I forget? You have a boyfriend. A boyfriend who'd rather go off to a baseball game with his friends then keep a weekend he'd promised you. Do you know how many baseball games they play? One hundred and sixty two, and half of them are home games. He made a choice Donna! Now please if nothing else, enjoy our dinner and know that I know you are in a relationship." "You're right. You have been a good friend and I do deserve to enjoy myself and have dinner with a friend. He made his choice to leave me. Come on, show me this deck." I took her quickly through the house, not wanting to have her dwell on that fact that she was in my home, and straight out to the deck. I'd set the table and had some white wine on ice and some red open and breathing. As I held her chair and she sat I asked. "Red or white?" "That depend on what's for dinner Kevin." "Hey I'm a man and will be using the grill, so it's steak and salad." "Then I'd enjoy a red, Kevin." I poured two glasses of wine then sat across the table from Donna. My outdoor table is clear glass and so I was able to enjoy Donna's now properly shod feet as we enjoyed our wine and later our dinner. While we conversed over dinner it was aimless ordinary conversation about running, favorite moves and books. Etc. After finishing and clearing away the dishes and refilling our wine glasses, I moved behind Donna and deftly slid her chair away from the table and faced her towards my back yard. Then I brought my chair and sat in front of her. She smiled but looked confused. "It's now time for your foot massage, nothing more. Put your feet on my lap." Slowly Donna complied without protest, though she held her skirt down making sure that she didn't tempt me with any exposed thigh. Now was the time I hoped I was right about her; that her feet were very sensual and arousing, and that if I carefully massaged her feet all doors would soon be unlocked for my pleasure. I started by rubbing my hands on her (my) new shoes. Taking in the contour of the shoe and how it hugged her foot, I thought I heard a low moan and looked up to see Donna's eyes staring at my hands on her feet. I ran my fingers over the various straps feeling the small bumps made by the embedded rhinestones. As I unbuckled the strap holding the shoe, I slipped off her right shoe and caressed the instep. Her foot jerked a bit, but as I removed her left shoe and made the same motions she remained still. I went back to her right foot and slowly moved my hand to caress every inch from her toned ankles to her delicate and long pretty toes. I glanced up to see that Donna's eyes were transfixed on my hands and that her chest was now visibly rising and falling. Taking each toe between my fingers I began to gently squeeze each toe. I caressed her instep with my other hand as I worked her toes, then moved to her other foot and repeated my actions. By now I could hear Donna breathing so I took both of her feet and placed them on my abdomen. "Give me your hands Donna." No hesitation as both her hands came forward and I grasped them, pulling myself forward and in doing so, stretched her feet back as they pressed into my stomach. I moved back and forth a few times, stretching her feet and then released her hands. Donna was so compliant now that her hands dropped to her lap and relaxed. I began to once again massage one foot, then the other, caressing her entire foot then taking each toe individually and pulling and flexing it, rubbing it, admiring the deep red polish that covered each toenail. I worked that foot for a while varying my time on her toes and on her foot itself, enjoying the feel of her soft skin, the hardness of her bones and the general shape and texture of her foot. I lost myself in my exploration and it was some time before I noticed that not once had Donna complained or asked me to stop. By the time I reached for her remaining foot Donna was moving her hands slowly over her belly as I tenderly massaged and caressed her second foot. It was remarkable how turned on I was, holding these feet and seeing such a beautiful, smart, witty woman sitting across from me, lust slowly clouding her green eyes, mouth slowly gaping open, chest moving up and down as her respiration increased with my ministrations. I realized as I looked at this sexy minx that I would gladly do this everyday for the rest of my life, just to see the burgeoning pleasure building in her. I spent a good deal more time on this foot, stretching her toes as I might have stretched her nipple. Gently twisting them and caressing them and getting lost in my own pleasure. Yet I did not ignore the foot itself either, once again massaging the instep, letting my hand grasp her ankle and stroke it, letting my finger trail across the top of her foot and then back to her ankle and the over the bottom of her foot, feeling the tougher skin there, a result of her love for running. Yet her feet were soft too, due perhaps to a penchant for pedicures. I could tell by the perfectly trimmed toenail and the expertly applied nail color that Donna pampered her feet, and I would too. Gently now, I took her left foot and brought it to my mouth. When I licked her heels and let my tongue drag over her anklebone Donna emitted a soft moan that was very clear. I thought I heard a soft "No," but she made no effort to remove her foot. I let my tongue drag along the top of her foot then slide between each of her toes before allowing her smallest toe into my mouth. I waited to hear a plea to stop and when none came I gently sucked on her smallest toe. This time her moan was followed by a gasp and the words, "Oh Kevin." Her foot remained and I let go of that toe and worked across taking each of her toes and sucking them and gently nibbling on them. Donna was now letting her hands roam more freely across her belly and up on her chest. She was squirming a bit and when I took her largest toe into my mouth and sucked on it her left hand moved to her right breast and she cupped it. I took her right foot and repeated my toe sucking allowing myself to 'slurp' a bit. I kept caressing her left foot as my mouth worked the toes of her right foot. When I moved my mouth to kiss and lick the arch of her right foot I allowed my hand to move to her left calf and gently massaged her lower leg. Once again I heard Donna very quietly moan. Girl on the Run - Again (Donna's turn to reveal how her new relationship is growing and how much she is willing to give Kevin. About the Erotic Coupling category, I agree the last part of this could have been slotted as fetish and this one maybe edging towards BDSM and both could have been Mature Romance. But it is in its essence an erotic coupling, a coming together of two people whose sexual appetite's are not completely vanilla, their first sexual moment was out side on a deck, does that make the story exhibitionism? Forget the category and enjoy the story or not. Donna and I are enjoying the rehearsals.) I was a little stunned to find myself waking up in Kevin's bed wrapped in his arms. Sure I knew he had a thing for me and I always liked him too, but I thought he was a little old for me and, well, yeah...I had a boyfriend. Key word "had." I didn't tell Kevin that day by the creek that we already broke up. I didn't want to jump into anything and do a rebound, but Kevin was very persistent and well, I honestly kind of hoped it would turn into more than a friendship eventually. But he really surprised me by being so bold, telling me I had to go out with him then buying me those sexy shoes! He even had the audacity to take me to his house and cook me a steak without even asking if I eat red meat! But his confidence was a big turn on. With my ex, he would ask where I wanted to eat and then get all moody and well...I loved it that Kevin had a plan he seemed so masculine and confident. I loved his take-charge personality and it brought out my feminine side. He even carried me to bed! But first it was the foot massage that did me in. I conceded to just relax and enjoy it, but Kevin was so slow and sexy and patient. I kept expecting him to make a move but I swear it seemed like he might indulge my feet all night long! And it was the best foot attention I had ever had in my life, by far. He went on and on until I couldn't take it and I pounced on him, but then he turned the tables and started eating my pussy with same patience he showed my feet. I used to think when I saw women with older men it was because the guy had money or something, but now I know the secret. Older guys don't rush. In fact, I had never had an orgasm from oral sex before that night. I really didn't think it was possible. I always assumed that it was just, me. Now I know I had never had such a patient lover. When I woke up with Kevin I was thinking about that and how lucky I was that he was such a good man, I had no idea he would be so amazing in bed. I decided to wake him up with a nice slow blowjob and return the favor. I am not really all that altruistic. The truth is I love sucking cock and I especially love Kevin's cock. He has a nice size cock and I love the taste, the power, feeling sexy and the fact that I can turn him on so much with my mouth. I love to worship his cock, the cock that has given me so much pleasure in such a short time. My favorite thing to do is drop to my knees while he is standing and pull his pants down. Something about being on my knees shows that I am there to serve him and I love it. Kevin takes my hair and makes it into a ponytail and gently guides my head, or he just plays with my hair or touches my face, but the best part is the way he talks while his dick is in his mouth. He never talks dirty, just encourages me and tells me I am beautiful or how good it feels. I think I might love him, but it is too soon to say so. Instead I show him with my mouth. Ever since that evening (and the following morning) that started on Kevin's deck my relationship with Kevin grew. He'd actually did a good job of keeping his promise to adore and massage my feet, yet he didn't overdo it and I never took it for granted. One day at breakfast I said. "Kevin, I have to confess that until that night on your deck, I have never before felt so loved. You were so patient with me and yet so forceful without being demanding. The way you just sort of made love to my feet and didn't seem to want anything more turned me on. I had resolved to just remain friends with you but OH my god what you did with my feet. I literally jumped you." "Donna, I've wanted you since I met you. I wanted you in any way I could have you. That night I took possession of your feet and yes a bit of your legs too. If I had known how those feet, were such sexual turns on for you?" "Well now you know and also that I am a wanton woman who can't seem to get enough of you. I love how patient a lover you are and how strong my response is to that patience. I really enjoyed how you never rushed the night, how you slowly built my arousal, how you made me the aggressor" "Well let's head to the club and turn that aggression into a good workout" We ran much more often together then we managed to spend a few nights a week together at either his place or mine. I felt we were developing a deep respect if not love for one another. Our morning post run coffees and or breakfasts were now more regular and expected then they had been and I found myself looking forward to see Kevin more each day. This past Saturday night, we managed to come very close to the level of orgasmic bliss we shared the first night and like that night I woke Kevin up the next morning by taking his cock and eventually his cum in my mouth. While I am sure there is some psychological rationale for my oral fixation, Kevin sure isn't complaining. It is ironic because while I lust over giving oral sex, receiving it has never been something I demanded because until Kevin, I never came from being licked down there. Now that I know how good it can be I could see a sixty-nine with Kevin as being a good release for both of us, he gets to taste my pussy and I still get his cock. After a particularly satisfying night and a delicious serving of Kevin's seed safely in my belly I looked up at Kevin (I also loved to lightly kiss and lick a spent cock) and said. "Thank you Kevin, I love tasting you first thing in the morning, it's such a treat to start my day." Kevin laughed and said. "I've never had a woman so enthused to do that and you won't ever hear me complain. I love watching you and love how well you pleasure me with your mouth. Tell me Donna, if you had to choose only one, would you prefer me to make love to your feet or would you rather suck my cock?" "Kevin that is not a choice I want to ever have to make. I could never go without either and be happy. Are you tired of my feet?" I wiggled my toes in his face as I said that, my face still near his cock my feet were close to his face. He leaned over and licked the sole of my foot causing me to shiver. "Kevin put that tongue away unless you plan to keep that up." I laughed. Then I said. "We seem to be pretty compatible and unless you're just being overly nice, you do seem to enjoy my feet. I'd love to be as considerate and loving as you've been, is there anything I can offer, anything you really enjoy, besides my amazing blow jobs, that is?" We both laughed and then Kevin said. "OK I will open up to you but I want to do it while you're riding that cock, you might be more agreeable when your happy, and I know how happy my cock can make you." Kevin had been stroking my pussy all this time, did I forget to mention that? When I rolled about and sat on his cock facing him, he slid in easily, my wet cunt accepting his length and god it felt good. Kevin had shown me in our short time together that a nice slow fuck can be so damn good but I wasn't in the mood for that. I began to rapidly bounce up and down, and gasping I said. "You feel so damn good, now spill it. Tell me you desire. Oh god I just want to fuck you into the bed." Then Kevin told me what he wanted and since I was now cuming I wasn't exactly sure I heard him correctly or maybe I hoped I hadn't. As he released himself inside me and my orgasm abated a bit I asked him to repeat what he's said. "I want to restrain you and lie with my face between your legs and lick you for as long as I like." I had heard him right and I said. "I've never been tied up and I'm not sure I can handle that, at least not yet." That was the partly true. I had that done to me earlier in my life by a boyfriend and not only had he hurt me a little bit, while I was unable to move he took some pictures and talked about calling his friend over to share. He never called anyone and he allowed me to see him delete the pictures, but ever since I have very resistant to being tied up and used sexually. It's not that I felt Kevin would do what my immature former lover did it was just something that scared me. "Sorry, I want you to be restrained and unable to stop me, I want to be able to lick you as long as I like knowing that you can't close your legs, can't push me away with your hands. It takes away your responsibility and leaves you free to just take it and enjoy the orgasms I can give you. Perhaps if you had a bit more trust in me?" Damn, what to do. While I did trust Kevin, he's been a running mate and breakfast companion for over a year. I knew he liked me, I knew he had a desire to see more of me but he always respected that I was involved with someone. In reality, he was such a gentleman, so attentive and not pushy. If ever there were someone I would trust to tie me up it would be Kevin but that memory, that cold fear of being used froze me. I was not at all turned on by this and needed some time to think. I slid off his now deflated cock and said. "Kevin I need to give this some thought, can I think about the whole restraint thing and let you know?" "I know that it may seem uncomfortable but I want you to recall that night on the deck, how I controlled you, aroused you to the point where you took the reigns and took us beyond the foot massage. Then you let me slowly enjoy your pussy and bring you to orgasm. If you recall how hard you came, then think about how much harder you might have cum, had you been unable to 'jump me'?" "Yes that was amazing and yes I can see how being restrained might enhance our sex, it's just something I need to resolve in my head. I promise I will think about it and if I can I will try it." I could see the disappointment in his eyes, but I needed to be true to myself. I tired to make the rest of the morning 'normal' I went running with Kevin and then went home. Kevin was going to be busy that night so I was alone and thought about his fantasy. I admit I slept poorly that night dreaming about what he wanted and seeing myself tied up and that man from my past snapping photos with his camera. I decided I needed to run so I dressed and went to the club, as I drove towards the club I passed the place I would normally have met Kevin for breakfast and I realized that we didn't plan to meet today like we normally did. I cursed myself for not setting that up before we parted yesterday and then looked into the café and there was Kevin talking to Victoria. I think I had a panic attack right then and there. Victoria is a gorgeous tall brunette with big boobs. She was closer in age to Kevin then I was and the two of them were laughing and having a good time. Damn it. Was I already losing Kevin to Victoria? Maybe she was kinkier and more to his taste? Slamming my car door I took off running at a speed I knew would drain me and leave me stranded somewhere, but I didn't care I was too pissed and didn't trust myself to act cool in front of them I just wanted to get away fast. I had barely reached the stream when I just had to stop. I sat of the bank and removed my shoes and socks and put my burning feet into the cool water. I took my water bottle and slowly sipped and started to think this situation out logically. Kevin and I talked yesterday and while I did not jump up and say yes, I did not say no, either. I was making too much out of seeing him with Victoria, she was nice and I liked her too. I don't know how long I sat there before I heard Kevin say. "Now what has that damned boyfriend done this time." I know he was expecting a laugh, as this was how we basically began our now doomed relationship. I just looked at the water not sure how to handle this conversation. "Hey Girl, what's wrong, what did I do? Did I freak you out about asking to tie you up? We really don't have to do that! I am more then happy with our sex life as well as just about every second I spend with you." I decided I owed him the truth. Did he just say he enjoyed every second with me? "Kevin, I want to be open with you. I have been tied up before and it didn't work out so good for me. I've been thinking about this all night and all morning. Nothing bad really ended up happening but the guy mentioned some things he felt like doing, and it scared me to be so helpless. Then I thought back to the night on the deck where I held back and how amazing that turned out to be." "So let's move on and not worry about it. I know you will allow me to go down on you, so its not like I am being closed off is it?" "No you'll never be closed off and I want to do this. I want a compromise though, if it still meets your fantasy, OK?" "Donna I am all about you. I agree no matter what." "That is so not fair, at least listen to me and see if it works for you, then you can agree." I had to stifle a laugh as I said that, god he is so damn nice I wanted to rip off his clothes and fuck him right here. "Ok what is you deal, Girl?" As he starts to rub my bare feet, I thought, Girl, he called me Girl. He has a pet name for me? The man is a keeper. "OK here is what I want in exchange for the ropes and chains you have in mind. I get to suck your cock before I am tied up, then you lick me, eat me and make me happy. But whenever your cock is hard you have to feed it to me so I can suck you off, or fuck my face whatever. I want mine if you're getting yours." "Hey I don't recall any love for my dogs?" He lifts he foot as he said 'dogs'. I guess that a man's euphemism for foot. "Well you never asked but if you want me to love on your 'dogs' as you call them, you'd best go see those Asian women for a pedicure or two, I only do pretty feet and so do you." "Deal, you suck my cock when its hard and I enjoy your pussy to my hearts content, or you scream at me, whichever comes last." I lightly punched him in the arm then we ran the rest of the route. Over the run we decided to enact his fantasy that Friday night so we could enjoy Saturday and maybe Sunday too thinking of new ways to play with each other. As we left the club Kevin said he's give me a package on Friday morning that he would like me to wear to dinner. He didn't say anything else and I decided to allow myself to be surprised. In less then a day I felt I was losing this man and then felt a whole lot closer to him too. I would admit to him later how scared I was about being bound, but not till after. Friday morning after our run Kevin walked me to his car and opened the back door, reached in and gave me a big silver box with a red bow tied around it. "I don't want you to open that here in front of me, I'd prefer you to open it at home. What's inside I want to be a part of our night. You can follow or not, the important part is that you be ready for dinner when I come to pick you up at 6. I am sure this will be the last really good meal either of us will take time for this weekend." "You seem pretty sure of yourself Mister! I hope you don't think I'm one of those easy girls, I need a little romance you know! I saw his expression blossom into a big grin and I leaned in to kiss him. "Looks like you understand me Mister. See you at 6 and don't keep me waiting!" When I got home I opened the package and gasped when I felt my pussy spasm. He'd gone and bought me a pair of shoes that were so damn sexy, heck they were sex. They were red, really red and had a four inch heel, but what made them pure sex was the ribbons that tied over my foot leaving my toes exposed and then the ribbon that would encase my lower leg and tie in the back. I was so engrossed in examining; well trying the sexy things on that at first I did not notice the other package. With one shoe on I reached into the box and pulled out a bag from Victoria's Secret and inside, oh my, inside was pure sexy lace. A lace matching red panty and bra set that excited me as much as the shoes. I knew right then that I had to make a change to our evening plans, so I removed the shoe and set them and the lingerie on the table and went shopping. No I did not go looking for a dress, I went to the grocery store. There was no way I was wearing those shoes and that lingerie and suffering through dinner in a public place. If Kevin thought he could cook and set up an evening, I was about to show him that I could too. I remembered his saying we might not want to take time to eat the rest of the weekend so I elected to make lasagna. While I make a nice one, it was more for the ease eating the leftovers that cinched the decision. I too knew where I was going to spend my weekend the only change was no way was I going to leave the house at all. Having put the lasagna together and popping it the oven it was time to get myself ready. A bath was first, with lavender scented bath oil and a long soak. I made sure all my girlie parts were clean and tidy. Left the bath to turn off the oven and let the lasagna enjoy the slow cooling of the oven, then before showering I ran my hands over my pubic mound and across my pussy. I was fairly smooth but I wanted perfect so I grabbed a razor and carefully, very carefully removed any trace of stubble. I really ought to try waxing. Satisfied I stepped into the shower. For any of you who might be confused, after sitting so long in water that now has it fill of what you wanted off your body, a shower to rinse is necessary. I did the rest of those girlie things, like make up and hair and a little perfume in just the right places to draw my man where I wanted him then I slipped on the lacy lingerie. As I fastened the front clasp to the push up bra, I stood back and looked in the mirror. Yes my guy knew how to shop. I sat on the edge of my bed and slipped on the shoes, taking my time to get the ribbon ties perfect then I looked at the complete package and shivered. The shoes made my feet and legs look perfect, the lace panty hugged my bottom drew your eye to that now moist and sensual area while the bra, yes the bra made my little A cup tits look edible. I rummage in my closet for a Kimono I had bought years ago. It was the perfect cover because it was very long and served to cover not only the lacey lingerie, but also the shoes. It was made of black silk and embroidered with cherry blossoms where my nipples would be and all around the hem. I wanted to be able to "reveal" myself to my man. I set the table and opened a bottle of Chianti that the wine steward at the store suggested would go well with the lasagna. I am not a big drinker in fact I'd not had anything since that night on the deck. I'd bought the wine, because he had and I felt the need to have a little something to help when the ropes or whatever came out. At six Kevin knocked and seemed a bit confused by my "dress", he stared at the Kimono I wore and assumed I was not dressed and ready. Well I was not dressed as he expected but I was pretty ready. I asked him to come in while I finished getting ready. Sensing that a little bit of his dominating nature was sure to follow, I knew I needed to be quick, but sexy when I revealed my plans. "I love what you bought me and I knew I would not be able to put all this on and make it through some restaurant dinner, so I..." I untied the sash and let the Kimono fall from my shoulders. "...thought that since you wanted to eat..." I looked down at my lace panty. "...we could eat in." When I looked up his arms were wrapping around my waist and pulling in to him. His lips were pressed into mine and he kissed, oh how he kissed me. He broke the kiss and leaned back to allow his eyes to linger over my body. I felt a thrill seeing him do this, seeing how pleased he was. I girl never tires of seeing lust and desire in her man's eyes. Remembering our need to eat 'food' I pulled him to the table and sat him down. Girl on the Run - Again I poured us each a glass of wine and served him a portion of lasagna and a small side of salad. I'd removed the tablecloth that normally covered my dining table so my man to enjoy the package he wrapped me in. As we ate we shamelessly stared into each other's eyes and as our meal was nearly over, I said. "You are an exceptional man. I want you to know that once I saw these shoes (I held up my left foot) and this lingerie (I pushed my chest out) I knew I could not take the agony of covering it all up and waiting while we went out. I hope I have not disappointed you?" "Girl, I am more then pleased. I tried to imagine how you might look when I purchased the shoes and lingerie and I am sorry to say I underestimated how beautiful you make my purchases look. I just want to eat you up...no not that way." As he said this he stood and took my hand in his and pulled me into his hard body. As his lips lowered to mine I shivered recalling what a wonderful talented kisser he was. I was lost to his every desire in that nano-second after his lips touched mine. I feverishly forced my lips onto his and allowed his tongue to bathe mine. I forgot the weekend, I forgot the shoes and the lingerie I allowed his kiss to dominate my mind. His arms holding me gave me such a warm wanted feeling that went beyond sex. I felt in love with my man and in those few moments standing beside the table I prayed my love was not unrequited. We must have literally danced together, there is no other way to describe how we ended up in my bedroom without ever breaking our embrace or breaking the wonderful kisses we gave each other. When his hand slid down between us and cupped my mound I groaned into his mouth. As he began to lightly stoke me I felt my knees weaken and my need for this man grow. I began to move my hips to the rhythm of his hand while my hands held his head and pulled his mouth hard to mine. He found a way to get us on the bed without taking his arms from me and for a long while we lay there his lips and mine dancing, his hand cupping and stroking my pussy, my hips gyrating our passions building. "Please, I need more! I need to feel your hand, would you please take my panties off Kevin. I want to feel your fingers in me." Slowly he lowered my panties, and I lifted my ass up to ease their removal. Once they had been cast aside, their mission over, his hand found my wet pussy and he slipped his two middle fingers into my open and needy pussy. The heel of his hand was on my clit as his fingers probed my pussy then he slowly allowed them to drag back out and over my throbbing clit, before just as slowly he returned his wet fingers into my very open and accepting pussy. The kissing continued and I knew we'd have bruised lips before this night was over, but his hand was doing such wonderful things to me. I needed to touch him, to find his cock and my hand went along his taught stomach and inside his slacks. In my mind I knew I would need to get those slacks off but for now I slid under them and wrapped his cock in my hand. His tongue was plunging into my mouth and I imagined it was his cock as I moved my hand up and down his stiff member. I forced myself to pull away from his kiss, never stopping the motion of my hand. "Let me taste you! Let me enjoy your cock then you can have your way with me. Please I need it, I need your cock in my mouth." I released his cock and worked the clasps of his slacks while he resumed his kisses, I was ready to rip his slacks off when the zipper finally acquiesced to my manipulations and I pushed his slacks and boxers to his knees. Once again I broke the kiss and squirmed around, allowing his gifted fingers to continue probing my pussy. When I was in position to see that wonderful cock, I drooled at how big and hard it was. I had to have it, I was possessed and I moved on his cock, licking it from base to tip and back again. I licked his balls and sucked them into my mouth, rolling them with my tongue before releasing them and kissing my way back up his staff. When I reached his bulbous head I licked the crown and tongued his slit then I wrapped my lips over him and slid my head down to engulf him. It felt so good to have that throbbing erection in my mouth and to know that I would work that cock till it gave me its hot creamy load. I wanted to enjoy a nice slow suck but the fever Kevin had lit in me would not allow that and I worked furiously to get my treat. I sucked with abandon I used my head to allow my mouth to fuck his cock. I was never more wanton in my desire. I didn't stop to wonder why, I just wanted to feel his cock erupt and fill my mouth and my belly with his ejaculate. His hand in my pussy was matching me, almost, in its feverish exploration of my cunt and I knew one of us would soon be enjoying the first climax of a very long weekend. I didn't care who came first or last, I only cared that he came. Soon I felt his cock tensing up and his balls tightened and I allowed all but that fat cock head exit my mouth and tightened my lips around that head and sucked hard. I was rewarded with a strong powerful jet of cum that I swallowed to allow room for more. He jerked again and again, each time filling my needy mouth with his cum. As he slowed and jerked one last time I held that cum in my mouth and savored the taste and feel of his salty thick cum before letting it trickle down my throat. I was enjoying that last bit of his elixir slide down my throat when my own orgasm burst and I pushed my pussy against his hand and humped it as my orgasm riddled my body. I lay there exhausted next to my man and grinned when he said. "Girl, if you kill me this weekend just know I went happy!" Then he kissed me and tasted himself in my mouth. It didn't bother or slow him in the least. After some time we gathered our wits and some energy I said. "Tie me up and make me squeal. Just remember I get that cock whenever it's ready." Kevin slipped on his slacks and went out to his car to get his 'bondage" gear as he referred to it and while he was gone I let my hand caress my wet pussy and tried not to worry. I battled to keep the old memories at bay while I waited, stroking my clit helped. He walked in with a small black bag and dumped the contents on the bed. A pile of soft leather like straps dropped like a pile of snakes and I did my best to look unafraid. Kevin was propping up the bed pillows against the headboard and then directed me to sit against it. Slowly I did as he asked. He spread my left arm out along the top of the headboard and wrapped on of the leather like straps around my wrist and the around the headboard. He did the same to my right arm on the other side. I tested the bonds more to see how I felt then how strong they were. Happily I did not panic. Next he worked on my legs and surprisingly he wrapped the straps around my thighs just above my knees and then pulled my left leg back and secured it to my left arm, then right leg to the right arm. I realized I was spread open for him, my pussy and ass wide open. He then tossed the few remaining straps to the floor and sidled up next to me a slid a blindfold over my eyes. He leaned in and kissed me and asked. "Hey Girl you OK so far?" I nodded not trusting my voice. Then he said something that allowed me to completely relax. "If you ever feel even the least bit panicked say 'California' and I will stop and free you. OK?" I nodded and asked. "What now Sir? That is the proper term that a blind and restrained naked female should use, isn't it Sir?" Kevin grinned at me and said. "Call me anything you want. When I regain an erection I will put it wherever you want. OK?" "Anywhere? You'll let me use it anywhere?" "Yes Girl anywhere." Then his hand found my pussy and found it wet and ready. He slowly stroked a single finger in me while his other hand took hold of my left foot. He brought the foot to his face and he started to lick my foot, in between the red ribbons that held the shoe in place, then my ankle, then the instep and then he licked and sucked my toes. I was shocked, as I understood him to say he'd be eating my pussy and now he was doing my foot and I hoped that would be my feet. The finger probing my cunt was finding ways to confuse my thoughts and get my blood pumping. I could feel my chest rising and falling faster and with greater intensity as my foot and pussy were experiencing some wonderful stimulation and I found myself wanting him to put his head between my legs and eat me. Keeping my left foot in his grasp he slid his finger form my pussy and lowered his head. The man is mind reader. I felt his breath before I felt his tongue but it was a close call because he literally dove in and began to eat me with passion. No slow easy build up, more like how I sucked him off a few minutes ago. I was rapidly building an orgasm as his tongue lashed my clit and fucked my pussy, back and forth, rotating from one sensitive area to the next. I felt as if one more lick or suck would set me off when he stopped. I was about to ask what he was doing and beg him to continue when that tongue and lips centered on my right foot and the pleasure was intense and immediate as he licked and nibbled. No sooner had I settled in to enjoy what he was doing with my foot then he stopped and this time he leaned into my and with his teeth popped open the front clasp of my lace bra and went after my tits. He sucked one and then the other before taking each of my nipples and tried to suck them off my tits. Once again as the pleasure of his actions began to arouse that orgasm he once again stopped and when back to my pussy. This time he was leisurely in his interests and my frustration was about to build when that slow leisurely movement grabbed my orgasm and encouraged it to build once again. Now with his tongue back to working my pussy and clit, his left hand was playing with my right foot and his right hand was playing with my left boob and nipple the multiple points of pleasure he was working on tossed me off orgasm mountain right into the abyss. I screamed at how sudden and intense that orgasm was and my hips bucked and writhed as much as my restrained body would allow but he did not stop. Yes he eased off a bit on my clit but never stopped and consequently neither did my orgasm. It kept firing and spreading and finally erupted in flames once again when he took my little tender clit and sucked it into his mouth, while pinching my nipple and stoking my foot. "OH god Kevin, please stop, no don't OH jeeze this feels so good." He changed his 'attack'' again, now he was using his mouth on my boobs, while one hand worked my foot and the other was seeing how many of his fingers would fit inside me. Once he'd settled on three he began to fuck me with those fingers while his thumb worked over my clit. Oh god this man had me on fire and was doing nothing but pouring gasoline on the flames. I was straining at my restraints, trying to buck my hips and pull my boobs form his relentless mouth, knowing I did not want to do any of that. I wanted to have him stop and let me catch a breath and wanted to see how high he could take me, how deep and strong an orgasm he could pull from me. Then he switched pleasure centers again. From my right foot to my left went a hand, his mouth was back at my pussy and his other hand was playing with my nipples. I was so close to exploding. There was so much pressure building inside me I wondered if my body might just explode. Then he torched me. He closed his mouth over my pussy and sucked, hard. He had my clit and my labia and my channel all encompassed by his mouth and I lost it. I may have squirted I came so hard. I felt like a river of cum was flash flooding from my pussy and overrunning Kevin's capacity to swallow it. I felt the voluminous juices coating my thighs and coating my ass crack as the orgasm just kept roiling inside me. Every toe, finger, earlobe and patch of skin was vibrating. I had not noticed that Kevin had stopped until I felt something slapping my face. He removed my blindfold and I saw his hard cock slapping my cheek lightly. Then I heard Kevin saying. "Girl my cocks hard where do you want it?" I looked at that hard beautiful cock and while my mouth watered in desire I simply licked the head and looked into his warm eyes and said. "I really need you to fuck me, I need that cock deep inside me. Please fuck me." Kevin moved between my restrained legs and placed his cock on my pubic mound as I squirmed trying to get it where I wanted it, in me. He leaned in and kissed me and oh the passion of his lips on mine left me breathless. His hands were softly cupping and squeezing my boobs and gently teasing my nipples. This man was playing my body like a virtuoso and I was his instrument. Lost in lust, I felt his cock inch its way into my very needy pussy and I silently begged him to hurry. Instead he took his time but eventually filled and stretched my pussy and I loved the feel of his throbbing cock as my pussy clamped down on him. He took me slowly and while I was adamant on needing to be fucked, he made slow passionate love to me. Frustrated and more than ready, orgasms building and releasing, my own pussy coming on his hard cock as it moved in and out of me. I was getting desperate and ever so needy as I cried out. "Oh god fuck me, make me cum, fill me with your cum." He began to move faster yet not fast enough in my opinion yet the effect on my body was intense. When he began to plunge ever faster and my orgasm began to boil over he suddenly released all of my restraints and my arms and legs spontaneously wrapped Kevin up. My legs clinched around his back and pulled him into me and my arms gripped his back, my nails digging into his back as my hips now thrust into his hips. I'd never felt so out of control. My orgasm exploded as we remained locked in our embrace, his cock filling me, my pussy clasping at him. We were so intertwined, so locked together that he could barley move his cock, yet it was so fucking delightful. I came and my pussy drenched the both of us and then Kevin exploded inside me. The force of his cum spraying the walls of my pussy was intense and I continued to squeeze my pussy on his cock milking more and more of his seed. In the throws of our completion we'd rolled off the bed and on to the floor and I was now somehow on top of him, his cock still hard and spewing. My pussy was still clasping him. When it ended I don't know. I just know that we opened our eyes sometime later and our eyes met and we kissed gently. I felt completely washed out and Kevin looked equally spent. Yet his cock, even in its flaccid state remained inside me. When I felt I could speak rationally I whispered. "If this is what you can do, then please tie me up whenever you want. That was so amazing. I am so pleasantly exhausted and happy, thank you so much." "Girl, you are a sensual, sexy woman. We may tie you up now and again but damn woman, you'll kill me you're so hot. I think I am falling in love with your feet. I think I am in love with all of you. He said he loves me! He loves me, and my feet. "Kevin I know I love you. You can have my feet, my boobs, my pussy, anything. I am yours." I feel asleep shortly after that conversation with a big smile on my face or in my mind for sure. I dreamed of my man and all the wonderful ways he has treated me, how attentive he has been and how I had finally allowed myself to give him something back. We had the rest of the weekend to experiment with each other and for the first time I was wondering what else we might do with those restraints. I wanted to tie Kevin up and play with his cock, hold off his orgasm as he had held me back. Oh this was going to be a very good weekend, yes it was. Girl on the Run "I need to stop, I can't do this." She made no move to remove either her foot from my mouth or my hand from her calf, so I continued to lick and kiss her right foot and let my hand caress her lower left leg. Next I took both of her feet and placed them in my right hand and deftly moved my chair a bit closer forcing her knees to bend up. My left hand slid up her right calf and under her knee where it caressed that soft velvety skin. I was busy kissing her feet, finding areas that seemed to stimulate her more then others and concentrated my kisses on that area between her ankle and the bottom of her foot. This seemed to elicit a good deal of pleasurable noises from her so as my hand held her feet, I again slid my chair closer to her, again forcing her knees higher and me closer so I could move my other hand onto her lower thigh. Her skirt was now exposing more of her and I could discern that she was wearing black panties. I was enjoying her feet much more than I anticipated. I thought I was doing this to seduce her, but now I was just enjoying how she reacted to my actions and I loved to feel her legs. I really enjoyed the way her feet felt on my lips, so while I wanted more I worked harder on her feet, bringing Donna to a higher level of arousal. I slid my chair so only a few inches separated us and her knees were about as bent as could be comfortable, at least for a while. My hand was now on her upper thigh. My tongue and my lips were working feverishly on her feet all this time and Donna was now gasping regularly. I began to wonder if this woman, this sexy beautiful woman, this smart woman who I had come to think of as a friend might actually become something more to me. I never stopped with her feet, though I would move from one to the other seeking some balance for her as my hand caressed her thigh. I wanted to touch her center but did not want to lose her. I could see she was becoming lost in this massage and that maybe she'd give some thought to me as a lover. She had long stopped uttering any protest. I took the toes of her left foot back in my mouth when suddenly Donna pulled her feet from my hands, stood, and sat on my lap with her lips coming down on mine. Oh god, I didn't expect this turn of events, Donna making the first move. Her lips pressed into me and they were so soft and yet demanding. I allowed my lips to meet hers and gently pushed my tongue into her mouth, meeting no resistance at all. Her mouth was inviting, her tongue busy caressing my own as our lips crushed together in heated passion. Her arms, once so docile in her lap were now holding my head. My hands feeling the loss of her feet were now caressing her back, feeling the clasp of her bra through her blouse. I pulled her petite body tight to mine and my kisses were now filled with the fever of my passion and she returned that passion with her own needy lips. Her breasts were tight to my chest and I could feel her hard nipples against my own chest. I reached down with my left hand and found her right foot and curled her leg so that I could fondle that foot as our oral connection sealed our mutual desires. I do not know how long we kissed but eventually I had to have more and I broke my lips from hers and moved them to her ear. Breathing hard now I whispered. "Donna I need more, I need to feel all of you." With a gentle nod of her head I lifted her small sexy body from my lap and stood her in front of me. My hand reached to find the release to her skirt and I found the single button. I fumbled for a few seconds before slipping it free and working the zipper to allow her skirt to fall to the deck followed seconds later by her black panties. I then lowered her to her chair and slipped her legs over the arms of the chair before kneeling between those legs. Her pussy was wet and open and I wanted to taste her, I wanted to fill her with my tongue and enjoy the essence of her arousal. I kissed my way up her thigh, feeling the heat of her sex radiating hotter as I closed in on that tender set of lips. When my tongue made contact with her wet slit, sliding gently up and down her labia, Donna moaned. This was to be no quick venture and I got comfortable as I began my assault of her pussy. Her body reacted to my tongue as I slowly worked it beyond the folds guarding her entrance and slipped it into her. My nose was pressed against her clit and I felt it hardening as my tongue plunged in and out of her soaked channel. Her pussy's natural moisture increased and I took as much as I wanted, swallowing the ambrosia of her sex. I let my hand wander north to seek out her breasts and to my surprise I found that Donna had already removed her blouse and bra, but that I now had to fight her hands for possession of one of her tits. It wasn't a great battle and it did not stop my lips and tongue from enjoying the feast she prepared for me between her toned legs. As I let my fingers caress her breast and fondle her nipple it became apparent that her feet were not the only sensitive part of Donna's wonderful body. No sooner had I clasped her nipple between my fingers then she shuddered and her pussy clamped on my tongue. When I could, I moved that tongue to her clit and lapped at the tight hard nub before enclosing it with my lips. Still enjoying the way her nipple felt in my fingers and how it seemed to send a direct bolt of pleasure to her pussy, I sucked and nibbled on her clit. Her back arched and she lifted her pussy and my mouth up and off the chair as a primal scream filled the air above me. Seconds later her pussy spasmed and my mouth and face were flooded with sweet nectar. I felt unready when I heard Dona begging me. "I need you inside me Kevin, oh god please, I need you." Foolishly, I had not thought to take my own pants off. In fact, I was so engrossed in her pleasure, in her feet and now in eating her delicious pussy that I had not realized how hard my cock was. Not wanting to release any part of her succulent body, I used the one hand not in action and laboriously worked to undo my belt, unzip my slacks and push them and my boxers down to free my cock. Finally free of the restrictive pants my cock felt wonderful as the cooling night air enveloped it. I gave a final lick and nibble to Donna's wet pussy and then stood and placed my cock at that table I'd just dined at. Donna was wet and ready and my cock slid into her with ease. I'd waited a long time, secretly desiring this moment, never truly believing it might ever happen. I wanted to make love to Donna, I did not want a quick and hard fuck. I only hope that in her aroused and orgasmic state that Donna would allow me to take her with the love I held for her, at least this first time. "Please Kevin, don't tease me any longer make love to me. Give me your cock." Knowing she seemed to be desirous of my plan I slowly slid my cock in and out of her pussy, lowering my head and letting my lips meet hers for another few moments of languorous kissing as our bodies became accustomed to one another. I had fully penetrated her and established a nice steady rhythm when I wanted her feet. I put my arms under her knees and lifted her legs up and pushed them into her chest, allowing me to see and touch those beautiful feet that started it all. I broke my kiss and moved my head toward her left leg and took her big left toe into my mouth and sucked it as my cock continued it's back and forth movement inside her hot wet pussy. Another loud moan as my mouth sucked in that toe and her pussy spasmed on my cock. I now let her other leg go and used that arm to place my hand back on her chest and fondle her breasts. Donna's moans continued to pierce the still evening air as I began to increase the thrusts of my cock and continued to suckle her big toe. I was not unaffected either, as my rapid breathing and quickened plunges into her pussy attested. I was enjoying this so much, it was a joining one does not want to end, yet still wants that pleasurable ejaculation that you know will end it. I sensed that Donna was ready to cum, her body was convulsing beneath me, its movements less and less controlled, her free leg jerking to one side her foot with its big toe held in my mouth was jerking as well. I felt my end coming and began to plunge my cock as deep and as frequently as I could, held back only by Donna's demanding pussy contracting about it, refusing to want to let it go. I felt the end, or the beginning, depending on how you want to view it, the end of the fuck or the beginning of a deep satisfying orgasm. Nevertheless, my cock was done and spewing my cum deep inside Donna's quivering cunt. Her hips bucked up into me as she announced what I felt, that she was cuming, and evidently cuming very hard and very long. My mouth could no longer hold her toe and it slipped out allowing her leg to drop to my side as I collapsed atop my lovely date. Her body continued to jerk and pulse for some minutes before relaxing into the chair. As I lay there knowing I needed to get off of her I wondered why at our age we hadn't the sense to use my bed. As I regained most of my composure, I scooped up Donna and the shoes and carried both to my bedroom. I dropped the shoes in a corner then laid my date on the bed gently. She was listless but content. I hurried out to the deck to collect the clothing we'd shed and anything else that should not be left out overnight and carried it all into the house. I went back to the bedroom and crawled into bed next to Donna who opened her eyes and smiled. It didn't take more then that for me to start kissing her again. Perhaps it was the newness of the situation, our first time together, perhaps it was some mystical reaction to our pairing, but that kiss was just as good as our first one on the deck. I let my tongue slide easily between her lips and enjoyed the heat of her mouth once again as well as the softness of her lips on mine. This time our kisses while passionate were not as determined as they were prior to our coupling on the deck. Maybe it was the comfort of the bed, or maybe it was that we now had some sense of each other. It didn't matter as within just a few minutes I was hard and Donna was wet. I rolled on my back pulling Donna on top as I did. She was not shy in grabbing my cock and aligning it to her opening. When she was ready she dropped on to me and grunted in satisfaction, then rode me and I allowed her to control the pace and depth. I loved the look on her face as her green eyes stared into me. Her body moved in whichever way Donna wanted, most often up and down but from side to side too. Often she'd ground herself into my pubic bone and let her clit punish itself before resuming one movement or another. This time our orgasms were not as strong as before but they were deep and sensual, full of love as well as lust. Spent, our bodies melted into one another and I rolled to my side but held Donna close and we fell asleep in each other's arms. * * * * * I awoke the next morning to what I thought was a very sensuous dream about Donna sucking my cock, but as I gained consciousness, I realized she was in fact licking my cock and bringing it to hardness in her sweet mouth. "Hey, what are you doing here? Don't you have a boyfriend?" I teased. Donna looked up and answered. "I sure do. His name is Kevin and this is how I like to wake him up in the morning." "You only want me for my shoes." She laughed at me and got right back to business.