2 comments/ 17300 views/ 3 favorites Gwen & Lance: His Side Ch. 01 By: PassionatePair Chapter 01: The Beginning Gwen didn't give much background information on our first meeting, so I will. It is one of the most important events in my life and I can't just skip over it. I first met Gwen on line in a discussion group. She was knowledgeable, smart, funny and literate. Even when we disagreed, we did so civilly and respectfully, bringing out points to explain why we differed. She impressed me. We teased each other about typos or unintentional double entendres, that kind of thing. After several years of this, Gwen and some other members of the group talked me into flying up to her city for a weekend event. At this point, I'd been struggling along in a bad marriage for several years and trying to keep it together "for the kids." The wife had become a drug addict and life was an endless loop of me drying her out and her falling off the wagon, interspersed with her drug induced tirades. Somewhere along the course of this, she also got religion and decided that we didn't need to have sex anymore. Not a big loss, I don't want to have sex with a druggie anyhow. Nothing against those of you who do, it's just not my cup of tea. I want my woman awake, aware and willing. I hadn't had a vacation in years and really needed to get away. Going to the event this weekend at least promised to be some fun. I would probably get more sleep than I'd had in a while. I didn't even consider "getting lucky," after years of being degraded and ignored by my wife, I was not feeling very attractive and didn't want to risk more rejection. So I went up there only hoping to have some fun, get some shuteye and get away from the druggie for a few days. Rest and relax. I arrived at the airport and caught a shuttle to my hotel. As I had decided to go at the last minute, I was not in the same hotel as the event organizers. But Gwen and I had exchanged cell phone numbers. She called me when she got to the event hotel. I walked the two blocks over. Now, I had only text chatted with Gwen on line. I had no basis to guess what she looked like. If I had to be pinned down on what my expectations were, I would have said anywhere from dumpy to fat. That was based on nothing more than low expectations of people on line in general and had nothing to do with anything Gwen had said or done. I simply figured people spending a lot of time on line probably had a lot of swivel chair spread. So imagine my shock when I met Gwen, because she was STUNNING! Okay, not merely stunning, she was my kind of stunning. Every guy has what he likes in girls. Most guys are breast men, but I am a leg man. In order of body parts that appeal to me, I like hot legs, tight butts, flat abs and champagne-glass sized breasts. I'll talk more about breasts later. You could safely say that I like my women svelte. I prefer Calista Flockhart to Salma Hayek. There I was staring at my dream body come to life, topped by a beautiful face with deep, dark, mysterious eyes and a crown of dark, curly, luxuriant hair. In a sultry voice, she asks me if I am Lance. I think I managed to admit that I was. She could have asked if I was Dr. Mengele, I'd have said yes. I don't remember what we said for the next few minutes, I was preoccupied trying not to stare and drool. The first event was a rally downtown. We rode down to it together, sitting next to each other. I don't actually recall the conversation. I only know I loved the sound of her voice and was falling into her eyes. I've never felt such an instant, visceral attraction for anyone in my life This was just TERRIBLE! Because in addition to being smart, funny, literate and drop-dead beautiful, she looked to be about 15 years younger than I was. I'd noticed a few years back that I had become invisible to teenage girls. Every year the age of girls to whom I was invisible seemed to rise. So I figured there was absolutely no chance of anything happening between me and this Goddess, no matter how smitten I was. I was merely going to spend as much time with her as I could and enjoy her beauty and company. The rally was in a square downtown, between a bunch of tall buildings with mirrored glass fronts. The sunlight was reflecting off the buildings and pretty much turned the place into an oven. They had a band playing and I swooped on the chance to dance with Gwen. Damn, she moved well. It was a real turn-on to watch. Periodically there were some speeches, we sat down and listened to them, then got up and danced again when the music started back up. Sadly, there were no slow dances. I'd have loved to have held her in my arms. At one point she seemed to have a pain in her neck. Without thinking, I reached up and started to massage her neck and shoulders. It's a good thing I did it without thinking, I'd have probably chickened out if I had thought of it. I felt like I'd grabbed a live wire when I touched her. It sent a shock through me. Wonder of wonders, she didn't pull away. She actually relaxed into my hands and made a happy noise. So I kept massaging and kind of worked down her back to the muscles between her shoulder blades. This was surreal. I was touching this unapproachable beauty and she was not only letting me, she was enjoying it. I think I forgot to breathe. I was standing behind her, staring at the nape of her lovely neck, my hands massaging her back. My brain was spinning. This was too good to be true. Then I realized my hands had a mind of their own and were working their way forward, en route to her breasts. Holy shit, was I going to grope her in a public place, when we had barely met? No way she'd put up with that, it was a fast track to getting slapped and never talking to her again. I pulled back hurriedly and tried to get my pulse under control. She didn't say anything, so I was thinking I hadn't gone far enough for her to realize what I was (subconsciously) doing. The rally ended, we went back to the hotels. But talking on the way back, I got the impression that the attraction might be mutual, although I could not point to anything in particular to support that conclusion. I decided it was wishful thinking on my part. Gwen went to the event hotel. I walked over to mine, intending to grab a quick shower and change clothes. I needed it after dancing in the hot plaza. Right as I finished my shower, I heard a knock at my door. I called out "Who is it?" I was stunned when Gwen answered. My imagination went into Warp Speed. I slicked my hair back with my fingers, threw on a pair of pants, and went to the door, nameless erotic fantasies dancing in my head. Taking a deep breath to calm myself, sucking in my gut, I opened the door, to find Gwen standing there with some guy. She introduced him as her Significant Other. She stepped in to give me a hug, pressing her body against mine. I could feel her breasts against my chest, her thighs against my thighs, and I could smell her perfume. I got an erection. I tried to think about dead, burnt bodies to try to make it go down before anyone noticed. It just didn't seem to be an appropriate thing. We chatted for a couple of minutes about the next event. I said I would meet them at the event hotel after I got dressed. They left and I congratulated myself on concealing my feelings and my erection, which had come right back up as I watched her tight butt walk away from me. I had to lie down on the bed. I felt dizzy. The rise and fall of hope had been so extreme and so fast it completely sucked the energy out of me. As I lay there, I thought about the situation. My conclusion was that Gwen bringing him with her to my hotel room was her way of letting me know to back off. I should have known better. She was much too beautiful, too young, I was such a reject. All these kinds of things went swirling through my brain. My best course, I told myself, was to back way off like she wanted and to be able to keep her for a friend. That is what I did, though I stared at her beauty every chance I got that weekend. I even managed to not get caught undressing her with my eyes. Then I went back home, to hell. Gwen and I still chatted on line from time to time and once in an all-too-rare while talked on the phone. At times I could not help flirting with her. She would seem to flirt back sometimes and other times she seemed to shut me down. Mixed signals, I couldn't figure out if there was a possibility there or not. I mostly work in my car and we talked on my cell phone. It has reception problems in some areas I travel. I never heard her comment about thinking of me sexually. If I had only known, I'd have done something about it. A lost opportunity. Fast forward a few years. I'm going back up there to another event. Only this time, my children have grown and the druggie had left me over a year ago, after she totaled the car. She left behind huge bills from credit cards I never knew we had. My life was in shambles and my finances were a wreck. But Gwen had mentioned going to a movie with me and that was a very exciting prospect. I didn't expect it to go anywhere. Our relative ages hadn't changed. I was now beyond broke, so I felt less attractive than ever. But it would be more fun than I'd had since the last time I got to see Gwen. So when some more work than usual came in and I found I could afford to go up there, I made the reservations and called Gwen to ask what movie she wanted to see. Her response made me think that she had forgotten the invitation, but I was pleased that she was willing to go to a movie with me anyway. She named a movie and I said "Great!" I didn't care what the movie was, I was going to see Gwen. When I picked her up, she was very quiet. Subdued. Not the bright bundle of energy I was used to. Uh-oh, I thought, this is not an auspicious start. I started to drive and she directed me to take a couple of turns. She's a Goddess. Her wish is my command. I made the turns. We passed a house that she stared at as we went by, swivelling her head to follow it. Then she started to cry and told me about the relationship that had just broken up that day. This jerk had not only dumped my Goddess, but he did it by e-mail. What could be colder than that? No wonder she was so upset. So here she was, crying on my shoulder, literally. Talk about mixed feelings. First, I wanted to rip his lungs out for hurting her. But I was also glad that there was no one else in the picture right then. Maybe I had a chance? Dreaming, I know, but a man must dream great things to achieve them. She talked about how she felt some more and it reminded me of a song. I then, to my own amazement, began to sing to her. If I ever get to meet the songwriter, I am buying him dinner. He gave me the right words for the situation and it seemed to soothe her. She dried her eyes, scooted over to her seat, and gave me directions to the theater. I drove happily, feeling I had made an emotional connection with her. Suddenly I realized how much I wanted an emotional connection with her. This astonished me. After the druggie left, I'd told myself I never wanted to be close to anyone again. By the time we got there, it was raining. It was not raining hard, not much more than drizzling. It was the kind of rain you see in romantic movies, not driving winds with lots of thunder and lightning. Just small drops coming down almost vertically with a light pitter patter. The most noticeable effect of the rain, to me, was that it made her lustrous hair curlier, which looked damn sexy. I thought of Gene Kelly and had to restrain myself. I'd gotten away with one song, no need to push my luck. And everyone looks stupid when they try to dance as Gene Kelly did. He was simply too good. So while there was no song on my lips, there was one in my heart as I walked us to the ticket booth. If I wasn't feeling good enough already, she linked her arm in mine as we walked. I was wondering how she kept up with me, as I was walking on clouds. That's when I realized we were walking in perfect step with each other. Perfect step for a couple has to be explained. It isn't like the Army, left, right, left together. It is actually the opposite, my left foot and her right foot, then my right foot and her left foot. We were walking with our stride the same length, keeping our hips touching. But I wasn't making short, uncomfortable steps to achieve it. It felt like we belonged together. I felt ten feet tall. There was not much of a line outside the ticket booth, more of a pause than a wait. The ticket clerk did a double take looking at us. I thought he was going to say something about me taking my daughter to the show. Fortunately, he kept his mouth shut. I bought our tickets and we went inside, still walking in perfect step with her holding my arm. My pulse and respiration were high and so was I. Until I read Gwen's version of the story, it never occurred to me that she would think I would not pay for her ticket. I find it hard to believe she ever had to pay for anything. Pretty girls don't pay for things and Gwen is beautiful. Inside the lobby we went up to the snack bar. I asked her to pick out what she liked. She pointed at the ice cream bits and asked if they were okay. Apparently she didn't realize that I could deny her nothing, she could have ordered the entire snack bar and I'd have paid for it. Somehow. But I managed to say they were and ask if there was anything else she wanted. She got some mini candy bars for us to share. She never let go of my arm the whole time. I was elated. Okay, maybe I was an asshole and taking advantage of her emotional state. I decided I could live with that. This was the best day I'd had since I last saw her, which made it the best day I'd had in the last six years or so. Going into the theater, I was surprised at how empty it was. This was one of those multi screen theater complexes with about a dozen or so movies playing. Apparently the show we picked was one of the least popular. I figured this worked to my advantage as well. I decided to see how my luck was going and headed for the back of the theater, which was deserted. I figured if she didn't want to go there she'd say something about preferring to sit somewhere else and we would. But for some reason I thought of Patton: "l'audace, l'audace, toujours l'audace!". I went for it and succeeded. Thank you, George. We were sitting in the very back of the theater, right under the projector. But I had no idea what to do next. In fairness, I had been out of the dating game a long time. I probably was not a smooth operator even back then. I'm not movie star handsome or a world-class athlete and I've never been rich. And I'd never been with a girl so stunningly beautiful. So I was contemplating all this as the previews began to roll. I was enjoying sitting next to Gwen, who was actually touching me, not merely sitting in the next seat. She hadn't brought down the arm rest that could go between us. I seemed to be doing tactically fine so far, but I lacked any strategy for what to do next. Then Gwen silently offered me one of the ice cream drops, holding it up to me in her hand. Instead of reaching for it, I bent down to take it from her fingers with my lips. I tried to get some fingers as well, but she playfully pulled them away from me. Then she offered another ice cream drop to me! So we now had a game of me trying to nibble her fingers. I'd be lying if I told you I had any realistic hopes of even getting this far. I give myself high marks for having scrounged up the courage to flirt with someone so far out of my league. To have her flirting back? With contact? Extraordinary! My hormone level hadn't been this high since I was a teenager. Then Gwen shifted her position, bringing her legs up onto the seats to her left and leaning back into me. I was thunderstruck. First off, even in jeans she has awesome legs. Now here they were, practically on display for me. Second off, this put her head on my shoulder, where I could smell her perfume. I wasn't smelling only her perfume. All perfume of the same brand smells the same in the bottle. But when women put it on, it mixes with their body chemistry and the scent changes in subtle ways. I suspect I may have smelled Gwen's perfume before. But on her, it was something else again! My pulse rate went up further. I was torn on what to do next. I didn't want to risk losing Gwen's friendship. But I was on a roll and might never have this chance again. Patton had been working well for me so far, I decided to push my luck. I lifted Gwen's shoulders to support her and turned in my seat. I put my left leg up by hers, placing her between my legs, and pulled her into me. And she let me! Now I had her in my arms, her back up against my chest, the scent of her hair in my nostrils. It was overwhelming. I looked down at her, inhaling her fragrance, admiring her hair, enjoying the feeling of holding her in my arms. Then she tilted her head to her left, causing her hair to fall away and exposing her neck and ear. And such a damned sexy neck it was! My mind had stopped working, I was going on lust alone at this point. I bent down and kissed her on the nape of the neck. She shivered, she gasped, and she did not pull away. I continued to kiss along her neck and shoulder, up to her ear. I used my tongue to probe the sensitive area right behind her ear. She moaned in pleasure. Triumph! Thrills! Exhilaration! Followed by the shocking realization that I was kissing her! I wanted more but I needed to know if this was what she wanted also. I wanted her to want me. I turned her head toward me to look into her eyes. The unbridled lust there answered my question and released my own pent-up lust. I kissed her hard on the mouth, reveling in the feeling, wanting it so badly. Until I heard the zipper, I didn't realize that I was opening her jacket. Then I reached in and cupped her magnificent breasts. She moaned into my mouth then leaned her head back on my shoulder, exposing her neck again. I went back to kissing and nibbling on her neck. My hands worked their way inside her blouse under her bra and then I was holding her magnificent breasts in my trembling hands. I told you there would be more about breasts later and this is the time. Everybody has their own preference. I like smaller breasts, because they tend to have better shape and less sag. But the real key to breasts, for me, are the nipples. I like bullet nipples, the kind that stick out a half inch or more and let you know either the temperature or if she is excited. Best of all are small, shapely breasts with bullet nipples that are sensitive. The more sensitive the better. Sensitivity beats size in breasts any day, in my book. Now that you know this, you can better appreciate how I felt, holding these perfect "handful" breasts in my hands for the first time, feeling how wonderfully firm they were. Then my fingers discover she has bullet nipples and she gasps! Her nipples were VERY sensitive!! I was like a kid with a new toy, experimenting with her nipples, feeling her react to my rubbing them, pinching them, stretching them. All the things I love doing, she seems to love having done to her. I can hear it in her breathing, feel it in the tensing and trembling of her muscles, the arching of her back. Suddenly she grabbed my hand and pulled it out of her bra. My heart sank. Then she started licking and sucking my fingers, getting them wet. My heart leaped when she put my hand back inside her bra! She intentionally got my fingers wet so I could play with her nipples better! So I did, happily. I felt her getting hotter and more aroused. I kissed her lips, her neck and her ears as I tweaked her nipples, rolling them between my thumb and middle finger while flicking the end of the nipple with my index finger. I felt her hips starting to move in response. Gwen & Lance: His Side Ch. 01 I moved one hand down to her belt and start to release it. She stopped me. But she didn't stop kissing me. I figured, okay, this is a public place. I wasn't planning on undressing her. I badly wanted to get my hand on her pussy and clit. But then again, if I started that here, who knows? We might end up naked and getting busted. So I backed off and tried to get my pulse and my lust under control. For the rest of the movie, we continued to neck and pet, sometimes me initiating it, sometimes her. They could have been playing the movie upside down and backwards with French dialogue and Chinese subtitles, I would not have noticed. I was lost in the emotions, the feel and the feelings, the thrill and the wonder of necking with Gwen. With her sweet lips, firm breasts, amazing nipples, flat, firm stomach, and most of all the way she responded. After the movie ended and we were walking out, I had this sudden fear that it had all ended with the movie. I had to know. I turned her toward me and kissed her hard, leaning her into the wall. She kissed back just as hard, just as passionately. Incredible. We walked back out to the car, only this time her arm was around me inside my coat, pulling my body up against hers as we walked. I was again struck by how well we walked together, how smoothly and effortlessly. I thought she must have been a dancer and was adjusting to me, because I was walking normally, and we were walking as one. Whatever accounted for it, it was very nice. At the car, I opened her door for her. When she sat down, I leaned in and got another kiss. The returned passion was breathtaking. I got in and started the car, turning on the defrosters to defog the windows before I started to drive. I took her hand in both of mine and asked if she would like to go back to my hotel with me. I told her I knew it was soon after her breakup, but that I'd had a breakup the year before and that I thought we would be good for each other. During the seemingly long silence that followed, I could feel my heart sinking. After a pause that seemed to last several lifetimes, she softly asked "Why?" Why? Why did I want her to go back to the hotel with me? That seemed painfully obvious to me. There were a number of reasons, one of which was throbbing against the underside of the steering wheel. Maybe she meant why did I think we would be good for each other? Or did she mean why did I want her? I was almost out of control with lust and thinking is not very easy in that condition. What came out of my mouth was "Because I have been in lust with you for years." OH NO! Moron! Could you have said anything stupider? I was kicking myself and trying to think of something better to say and to make up for that idiotic answer. Hell, I still wasn't sure what the question exactly was. I was in a hormone overdose, there was more blood in the little head than the big head. I simply couldn't think! She softly said "Okay." Not a ringing endorsement, perhaps, but it was a positive response. I had answered the question correctly, which was amazing as I didn't know what the question was. I put the car in gear and started driving. Carefully, because it was raining and I didn't want an accident to screw things up. Having gotten past what I thought was a stupid response on my part, I figured I had used up all my luck and should not try to drive fast on wet roads. The sense of wanting to get there before she changed her mind lessened as she held my hand, hugged my arm, reached over to touch me. At a stop light I turned to look at her and the look of lust in her eyes let me know she was not going to change her mind. I couldn't believe it, but I was not going to question it. Then, as we got closer to the hotel, I suddenly started feeling anxiety. My ex had left a year and a half ago and I was trying to recall how long before that was the last time I'd had sex with her. I wasn't sure, I couldn't think straight. But I figured it had to be around six years or more. All those ED commercials from TV and radio started going through my head and I started to worry. Welcome to performance anxiety and have a second helping of it. We finally got to the hotel and made it to the room. By now, I was nervous as hell. I was so powerfully drawn to her and so afraid I would not be able to perform. We started kissing, very tentatively. She seemed to be as nervous as I was. I wanted to satisfy her, not rush it. Besides, that would give me a chance to get over my anxiety. I figured necking and petting with her again would get us both over our anxieties. But once more, when I reached for her belt, she stopped me. Oh for crying out loud, now what? "Let's get undressed, shall we?" (She remembers it differently, but this is my version of the story) I'd have preferred to undress her myself. It would be like unwrapping a Christmas present. But both of us naked was where I wanted us to wind up, so whatever route got us there was fine by me. It must have taken me three or four tenths of a second to take off my clothes and dump them unceremoniously on the floor. I was more interested in watching Gwen take her clothes off. With every article of clothing she removed, I was more stunned by her beauty. Her breasts looked even better than they felt. They were natural, I knew that from fondling them in the theater. But not a hint of sag, she had unbelievably firm and beautifully shaped breasts. Her nipples could put someone's eye out, if he was lucky. They were so hard, so long and contrasted nicely with the rest of her breasts. Then we got to my favorite body part, her legs. They were magnificent, so perfectly proportioned that they made her look taller. There was just something about her thighs that made me groan. She was magnificently long and lithe. Nude, she looked younger and more beautiful than ever. I had fleeting thoughts about robbing the cradle. But she was of age and asking to have her cradle robbed. I was the luckiest man on earth! Maybe I was the luckiest dirty old man on earth? We held each other and lay down on the bed. Her skin felt amazing, it was so wonderfully smooth, soft and warm. Her mouth was so hot and inviting. She molded her body to me as we hugged. I let my hands roam around her body, searching for sensitive spots and playing with them some before moving on in search of more. I wanted to make a mental map of her pleasure zones, so I could give her as much pleasure as possible. I wanted to be invited back again. Often. My hands and mouth kept returning to her breasts and those marvelous nipples. They were so delicious and she was so responsive, I was completely delirious with joy. It almost seemed unfair that one woman would have the most beautiful breasts I'd ever seen and the most responsive. But I wasn't complaining! I took a nipple in my mouth, licking and sucking on it. My hand squeezed her other breast, making that nipple stand out even more. I slid my fingers up to her nipple, lightly rubbing the tip of it. She shivered. I took her other nipple between my lips, sucking hard on it as I pulled my head back, stretching her nipple. Her moans told me she liked that a lot. My fingers pinched her nipple and I was rewarded with her arching her back. I tried lightly nibbling on her nipple with my teeth. "Ooh," she gasped. I gently bit down on her nipple and pulled my head back, stretching the nipple further than I had before. At the same time, I pinched her other nipple harder and stretched it out. "Yessssss," she hissed. I moved my mouth to her other breast and my fingers to the one I had left so delightfully wet. Her breathing was ragged, she was moaning and trying to stuff more of her breast into my mouth, her hand on the back of my head. She was enjoying this as much as I was. She might have been enjoying it more than I was. When I felt her hips starting to move, I slowly ran my hand down her body, heading for her pussy. Oh my! Her belly button is sensitive too. I'll have to explore that more at a later time. My hand reached her pussy and she parted her legs to give me access. I could feel the heat before I touched her. My finger barely parted her lips when I felt how wet she was. Fabulous. I lightly ran my finger from the bottom of her pussy up to her clit. When I touched it, she gasped. I began to move my finger over her clit, playing with it, searching for the most sensitive spot. When I found it, I began to strum it. Up and down, side to side, in circles around it, trying to find out what she most reacted to. The side to side motion seemed to do it, so I did that, adding a little more pressure, picking up the pace as I felt her responding to it. Then she started a long, low groan, arching her back and working her pelvis into my fingers. I flicked her clit faster still and she actually did a wrestler's bridge, only her feet and her head in contact with the bed. She was moaning louder and louder. Then her body started to quake and then thrash. She was cumming and cumming magnificently! It was the most amazing climax I had ever seen, in person or in a film. I kept working her clit and sucking her nipple, amazed to feel her orgasm getting still more intense. I wanted to make it last as long as possible. At the same time, I wanted to step back and stare, it was simply astonishing to experience. Finally, she grabbed my hand and pulled it away, collapsing on the bed. Her whole body continued to shake and shiver, like aftershocks to an earthquake. Wow, I thought. Did I cause that? I held her close, feeling every muscle in her body quivering. She was shaking from head to toe, the aftershocks coming and going in waves. She must have trembled like that for three or four minutes. She was too sensitive to touch. So I stared at her. I have to say that I liked the way the aftershocks made her breasts jiggle. Her bullet nipples were poking out so hard and far, they seemed to be swaying like palm trees. It was beautiful and fascinating to watch. I mean, I'd stare at a still photo of her breasts, but her breasts in motion were even more amazing. The aftershocks finally wound down and she turned toward me, hugging me tightly. Her skin felt wonderful on mine. "How long did that take you?", she asked. ??? If I had a stopwatch with me, I'd have been too stupefied to start and stop it. What came out of my mouth was "Just over three years." As I said it, I was struck by how true it was. I'd wanted her from the first time I saw her. Apparently it was the right thing to say, because Gwen launched herself at me, hugging me tight and kissing me hard. The passion was incredible! I couldn't breathe and I was hyperventilating at the same time. She simply made me feel impossible things. She rolled me over onto my back, with her on top of me. She straddled my hips. I could feel the heat from her pussy on my lower stomach, feel how wet she was. It was amazingly erotic. Gwen grabbed my wrists and slowly sat up, moving my hands to her breasts. I squeezed them both, feeling her respond to it. This was fabulous, this was a dream, this was better than reality. I rose up and took her nipple in my mouth, sucking on it. I was still experimenting with her body, seeing what she liked. I took her nipple between my teeth, gently nibbling at it. She groaned in pleasure. I began flicking my tongue over her nipple while pulling it out some with my teeth. I could see her mouth open, hear her exhale softly and moan at the same time. It was the sound of intense pleasure. I was pinching and stretching her other nipple with my hand, working both nipples at once. She seemed to like this a lot, which thrilled me. We seemed to be on the same frequency. It had none of the clumsiness or awkwardness that usually accompanies a first time with someone new. I had my mouth on her left breast, my left hand on her right breast. This left me a free hand and I knew what I wanted to do with it. I brought it down to her pussy. The position was a bit awkward, but I could get my thumb on her clit. As soon as I touched it, her back started to arch again. I worked her clit in a circle with my thumb, varying the speed and pressure, while I continued to nibble and pinch and stretch her nipples. Her moans became groans, then a low scream and she had another orgasm. Incredibly, this one was even harder than the first one. She was shaking and thrashing so hard it was difficult to keep her nipple in my mouth. Then she went from thrashing to bucking, her hips moving up and down my belly, coating it with her juices, rubbing her ass cheeks over the head of my cock. Words cannot describe how much I liked this. It was astonishing, the two most intense orgasms I'd ever seen. To think I had caused them was a MAJOR ego boost to a guy who really needed an ego boost. Finally she could take no more, pulling my hands away from her pussy and breast. I grudgingly let her nipple out of my mouth. Much as I wanted to keep at it, I could see that she needed a break to calm down and catch her breath. She sat with her back straight, straddling me. I watched her tremble and quiver, quake and shiver, her shoulders hunching, her hips jerking, as the aftershocks slowly left her again. I just lay my head back and stared up at her, mesmerized by the sight. I've always thought that any woman was more beautiful when she was cumming. Gwen was so beautiful to start with and came so hard, it was like she was glowing. She was simply radiant. It was fascinating to watch. I could see the muscles in her forearms trembling, as well as her upper arms. I could feel her thighs quivering and clenching onto my body. The muscles of her abs seemed to roll, like a belly dancer. Her pussy was hot and wet on my lower belly. It was really distracting me. All this made it very difficult to lie there and wait while her aftershocks subsided. But the beauty of watching her made it easy. Again, she made me feel contradictory things at the same time. It was very confusing. Before the aftershocks had quite subsided, Gwen leaned down and kissed me. Man, what a kiss! It was so intense it curled my toes. Such passion, such desire, it allowed me to release my own passion. It gave me permission to show what I felt in return. I have no idea how long that kiss lasted. It seemed like forever and it seemed like it was over in a heartbeat. She really had me confused. My mind was reeling. Being able to feel her body still quivering, to feel her hot, wet pussy on my belly, only added to the sensuality of it all. This was incredible. Gwen shifted, moving her legs inside of mine. She kissed her way down my neck, my chest, over my stomach and to my cock. She picked up my cock in both hands and just stared at it. Her eyes had a look of hunger, of intense desire. Almost like she was in awe of it. The closest I can describe it is the way some people look at religious icons. I've never had anyone look at my cock with anything like that expression. It shook me. I'd never known it was possible to feel like this from someone looking at you. It was like a physical force. I suddenly thought I knew why some people become strippers. To be stared at like that is very erotic and tremendously gratifying. I don't think I can describe it adequately. It is amazingly powerful. I hope I look at her the way she looks at my cock. Then all thought left me, as Gwen began to lick my cock from the base to the tip. It had been so long, this was like getting my first blow job all over again. She licked my cock, she kissed it, sucked it, stroked it. She used her hands to gently squeeze my balls while sucking my cock. I was starting to puff like a steam engine going up a steep grade with a full load. She would take my cock deep in her mouth and suck hard as she slowly pulled her head up to the tip. It finally got to where I could not take it anymore. I had to have my cock in her pussy. I needed it to be there. I grabbed her by the rib cage, picked her up and slammed her down on my cock. Later on I would wonder about that. While I'll grant that she can't weigh much more than a hundred pounds, I'm really not that strong. Not strong enough to pick her up in the air while on my back and slam her down on my cock. Adrenaline is amazing stuff. Almost as amazing as Gwen's pussy. As I slammed her down on my cock, I moaned aloud from the feelings. She was hot, wet and TIGHT. If she wasn't so wet, I don't know if I could have worked my cock inside of her. But she was very wet. Hell, she was beyond wet, she was dripping. That made me feel very good, as it was undeniable proof that I excited her. She was so tight, I don't think I could have gently pushed my cock into her. There was nothing gentle about this. I took her. It felt fantastic. When I looked up at her, I felt even better, as I saw her eyes roll back in her head, her mouth open in a soundless scream of joy. I began to pump my cock in and out of her pussy, hard and fast. She was so wet, there was no need to go slow at first. She leaned back, grabbing onto my calves for leverage, and started to grind her pussy into me as I pumped. The sensation was phenomenal. Her thighs started to spasm like they had before her two previous orgasms. I reached up to pinch her nipple, knowing by now how sensitive they were and how much she liked that. She went off like a rocket! Gwen fell forward, her nipples pushing into my chest. She was growling in my ear as I continued to pound into her. She bit me where my neck and shoulder meet. That felt wonderful, electric. I thrust my hips up high, lifting her off the mattress, impaling her on my cock. Then she started to cum. Her orgasm left the two previous astounding orgasms standing in the dust. She quivered, she shook, she bucked, her thighs clamped me, her mouth kissed and bit at my shoulder, her hands squeezed my biceps. She gave a low growl, which grew in volume and raised in pitch as it continued. It seemed that almost every part of her body was doing something. I was thrusting harder, faster, deeper. Then her pussy started to spasm. It would clamp down on my cock, squeezing it hard. Then it was like her pussy muscles were pulling my cock deeper into her, stretching my cock while squeezing it with a rippling effect. I've never felt anything like it. I started cumming like a fire hose. Gwen was so wet, my fluids barely seemed to add anything to the sensation. But I kept cumming as she bit down on my shoulder again, her own climax growing violent. I collapsed under her, gasping for air. My cock, which amazingly was still hard, continued to send pulses of pleasure into my body as she shook through the end of her orgasm and on through those incredible aftershocks. Finally she collapsed on me also. All I could hear was the two of us gasping for air and the sound of my own pulse in my ears. Overwhelmed and astonished, I was shaken to my core. It simply can't, I thought, get any better than this! I was wrong.