0 comments/ 17508 views/ 1 favorites Isabelle By: Greg_Body Cats! He hated cats. His cousins had cats, dozens of them. They claimed that it was to keep the rats out of the grain silo, but he was sure it was because they were just too lazy to get them fixed. Whatever the reason, from the moment his mom used to drop him off on the farm in June, to the day the taillights passed the edge of the dirt driveway in September, he was surrounded by cats. Every summer for sixteen years it had been the same. Luckily, for him those summers were are behind him. Now, he had a different kind of summer. He had come back from a three mile run through the neighborhood, showered and was headed out to the backyard to spend the rest of the afternoon looking over the notes that the team statistician had compiled. His plans were derailed. There it was, a cat, lounging in his hammock. It lay tilted to one side with its front leg sprawled outward while the second paw moved from its tongue to wash behind its ear. The cat looked up and reminded him of those long summers where he had been constantly harassed by six female cousins. "C'mon cat." He picked up the slender, ash-gray feline with the intent of depositing it in the front yard. "Time for you to go home." The cat gave a low meow, but did nothing else to protest the ride. He had taken one step onto the porch when the soft tones of a female voice singing reached his ears. The unfamiliar melody came from behind the five-foot masonry wall that separated his two-story house from the neighbors. With cat in hand, he headed to the wall. When he reached it and he peered over to find a woman on her hands and knees, planting marigolds in a small planter along the wall. She wore a white T-shirt with the sleeves rolled-up to her shoulders, denim cutoffs and white Keds. Resting on her head and obscuring her face from his view, was a straw hat. "Miss?" He always used Miss, never Ma'am, no matter what the age. It was something his mother always complained about every time she came back from shopping at the mall. "Michael," his mother would start as she deposited her black leather purse on the kitchen table. "Don't go calling women Ma'am. It makes them feel old. Always use Miss. It will set your conversation off on the right foot because you never know where that discussion is going to lead." A thirty-something face looked up from beneath a wide brimmed hat. She placed her hands over her brow to block the sun and smiled. "Yes?" "Is this your animal?" he said extending the cat over the wall. The women reached up and took the cat from him. She cupped the cat in her hands and put its face to hers so that her nose was touching that of the animals. "Isabelle, did you meet the new neighbor before me?" "I really don't like cats." "You know cats are a great judge of character." "Could you keep it out of my yard?" "Free spirited, too. They just come and go. Normally, Isabelle stays around the yard for the first week. I am surprised she came over so quickly. You must have a kind heart." "I don't like cats, Miss" he repeated weakly. "Annie. Annie Fontaine." She took off her soft, cotton, gardening glove and extended her hand "I moved in last week. You know I saw you running yesterday. You have a good strong stride but your movements aren't very fluid. You should try relaxing your upper body a little. You run tense." Mike stared at her face and for a second was lost in her jade eyes and full lips. He broke free of her hypnotic facial features then clasp her slender white fingers in his hand. The skin was soft and smooth but the grip beneath was firm. "And your name?" "Mike Raster." "Well, Mike Raster. Thank you for bringing Isabelle home." She pulled the glove back onto her hand "I am sure we will see you around." She lowered her head, leaving Mike gazing at the bright yellow sunflower that was attached to the brim of her hat. Mike slowly walked back to the center of his yard and picked up the manila folder that lay beneath the hammock. He mumbled to himself. "I really don't like cats." He brushed the small gray hairs from the hammock with the folder's edge. He then took his usual resting position in the center of the hammock and opened the folder to study. The soothing sound of the woman's voice coming from next door caused his mind to wander, while the familiar, yet uncommon, tingling worked its way down his stomach to his loins. "C'mon, Mike, concentrate." He tried to refocus on the pitching tendencies and box scores of the next day's opponent. "You got a game tomorrow. You got no time to be thinking about women, especially ones with cats." He arrived at the ball pack the next day exhausted. Images of felines and flowers had haunted his dreams and throughout the pre-game work out, he could not shake the thought of Annie. When the game started, his mind was in turmoil and when it was over, he had gone 1 for 4 at the plate with a walk and two errors. He drove home disgusted with himself. How could a woman with just a smile and a few off- topic comments so easily ruin his whole mindset? He was quickly reminded of the last time this had happened. It was the spring of his senior year. He was taking some extra batting practice before the state championship game when Stacy Colburn caught up with him. "Hey, Mike. You got a second? I need some help moving the boxes of soda syrup into the concession stand." Stacy was cute, but not drop-dead gorgeous. She had a button nose, soft lips and hazel green eyes. Her hair was pulled up into a ball cap with a tail of red hair pulled through the hole in the back. She wore a blue denim skirt and yellow T-shirt and white sneakers. "No problem." Mike returned after he deposited the final ball from the pitching machine into the nets at the back of the batting cage. He took off his batting gloves and stuck him in the back pocket of his Levi's. He laid the aluminum bat against the chain link wall and stepped out of the enclosure. Stacy clasped him by the hand. Mike looked down at their interlocked fingers and then into Stacy's smiling face. "C'mon slowpoke" she tugged on his hand. "I ain't got all night to move this stuff. My dad's coming to pick me up in a half hour." Mike stumbled after her, still puzzled by the hand holding gesture. It was the first time it had happened at school, not that he was unattractive, but he was too busy playing ball to be bothered with girls. Beside, with his dad gone he had to shoulder a lot of the household responsibilities while his mom worked graveyard shift at the hospital. The concession stand was behind the bleachers, thirty yards from the batting cages. When they arrived, Mike did not see any boxes. He figured they were inside and she needed help stacking them onto the shelves. Stacy turned the knob of the door and switched on the bank of florescent lights overhead. Mike walked through the open door ahead of Stacy. The place smelled of popcorn and licorice. He quickly looked around the twelve-foot by six-foot trailer for the boxes but saw nothing that needed to be moved. "Stacy, what did you need help with?" "This!" She threw herself into his arms and they tumbled down to the floor. She mashed her lips into his. Although he was surprised, he kissed her back, mimicking Stacy's movements. Then she started clawing at his pants and soon he lie exposed on the sticky tile floor. Stacy quickly slid out of her short skirt and pink cotton panties. Mike remembered the matted patch of red hair that covered her sex. She pulled her shirt over head and freed her young breasts. She moved his hands to her chest. He felt the firm orbs beneath his trembling fingers and the erect nipples beneath his palms. She gasped at his touch then crawled onto his hard member. Once he was buried inside her, she wiggled and moaned. He pushed up into her with tentative pulses, but his caution gave way to passion and he found himself thrusting up into her, matching her gyrations. Stacy moaned and cried out in ecstasy, filling the tiny room with the sounds of her pleasure. Minutes later, Mike exploded for the first time with everything he had and then lay silent staring up at Stacy's body as she continued to ride him. He prayed that this was not all just a dream. When he had recovered, he looked up into her face. She smiled and leaned over to kiss his lips. She then cleaned herself with the napkins from the aluminum dispenser on the counter. Mike stood up and pulled up his pants. He had turned his back from her and was tucking in his shirt when he felt her hands wrap around his waist and then retreat to his back pockets. He paused wondering if he should reach and grab her from behind when he felt her body pull away. As he turned around, Stacy was waving his batting gloves in the air while she exited the door of the trailer. "Good luck tomorrow, slugger." The door clicked shut. He had gone 1 for 5 against with three strike outs, only one RBI, an error and his hands hurt for a week because he hadn't had his batting gloves. A horn blared behind him and woke him from his pleasant memory. He looked up to see that the traffic light was now green and the car that was directly in front of him was now fifty feet away. He stomped on the accelerator and his Black Wrangler lurched forward. "If you are going to make it on the post season roster," he told himself "you better push Annie and her cat aside." When he arrived home, the cat was there again, napping in the late afternoon sun at the foot of his hammock. He yanked open the sliding glass door and charged out the door, hoping to scare the cat off but Isabelle called his bluff and lazily rolled over onto its back and pawed at the air, inviting him to rub her belly. Mike went back inside and sat dejected on the sofa, staring out through the bay window at the animal that had taken over his yard. The next day Mike left for Reno. It was the start of a ten-game road trip. When he left, the cat was in his backyard, sitting beneath the hammock and cleaning its fur. He had made a call to Annie under the pretense of having keep an eye on his place while he was gone. He mentioned that her cat was still in his yard and Annie laughed into the receiver. "It would appear that Isabelle has found a boyfriend." The first part of the road trip went well for the team, but Mike was in a major slump. It went 0 for 12 in first three games and 1 for 9 in another other two. He defense was solid but every night his mind was occupied with Annie. Her singing never left his thoughts nor did the image of the furry creature beneath his hammock. "Raster," his manager's voice boomed in his ear as they team went over the pitching patterns of the next days starter. It yanked him away from a picnic with Annie. "Either whack off or get laid, boy, 'cause the pussy that is in your head is killing your bat." The roar of his teammates was loud in the small locker room and for the rest of the trip, jars of Vaseline, rolls of toilet paper and Porno Magazines were stuffed into his locker before and after every game. Even Chip, his road-trip roommate since he got drafted, joined in. "So Mike, do you some need quality time with old rosy and her five daughters? I can always step outside. Hell, I even made you a sign." Chip reached into his sports bag pulled out a make-shift door sign that he had made of an old stat sheet. He flung it over to Mike. On the back, he had drawn a spurting phallic and the words Self-Gratification in Progress in big letters above it and "Do Not Disturb" along the bottom. Mike crumpled up the sign and threw back at Chip who was standing across the room cackling like a schoolboy. "Screw you." Mike arrived home at seven o'clock at night. Nine more grueling days had passed. He had survived the road trip and the continuous razzing from his team. His game was still in a huge slump but at least for the moment the constant harassment was over. He dropped his bag in the center of his living room, opened it and pulled out his old aluminum bat that he took to away games for good luck. In the reflection of the windows, he practiced his swing, focusing on the little things that usually contributed to a slump. "See the ball, shift your weight, snap your wrists and explode." He thought as he swung. It felt like it always had. He just wasn't making contact. The ball looked like a marble as it crossed home plate. "What's the use." He tossed the bat into the cushions of the couch. "It's all in your head." Just then, the phone rang. "Hello," Mike grumbled into the phone. "Welcome home, stranger." Annie's cheerful voice was on the other end. "Hi. I am kind of busy." Mike was not really in the mood to talk. "Do you have any wine?" Her voice was soothing. "Yeah, I think so." Mike glanced over his shoulder to the kitchen at the unopened bottle resting on top of the refrigerator. "Good, so then I won't bring any when we come over." "Come over? Wait! No, I am not..." The connection was silent. "Damn" he said out loud. Mike grabbed his suitcase and team bag from the floor and tossed them into his bedroom. He then scooped the bat from his couch and quickly shoved it into the closet just as the doorbell rang. Mike opened the door to greet his guest. She wore a chiffon sundress, sandals, and her hair was up and off her neck. On her hands, she wore two big oven mits and carried a large tray of lasagna. "Got that wine?" Annie smiled as she walked through the door trailed by the smell of melted cheese, garlic and oregano. "In the kitchen but..." Mike started to close the door when he heard a sharp "Meow" at his feet. He looked down and waited as Isabelle passed over the threshold. She rubbed against Mike's legs in a figure eight pattern, purring as she went. She then proceeded into the room where she lay down at the foot of the couch and closed her eyes. "Hey, where's the cork screw?" From the kitchen the sound of drawers being shut were heard. "Never mind. I found it." The low squeak of the cork being pulled from the bottle followed. Mike walked into the kitchen to protest. "Annie, I really wasn't expecting anyone over. In fact, I was hoping to spend some time by myself. You see, I am in a slump." Annie handed him a glass of wine. "Cheers." She clinked her glass against his. Mike took a quick sip then put his glass on the counter. His voice felt low and gruff as his whole body begged her. "Like I was saying, I really want to be alone." She put her glass beside his on the counter and looked deeply into his eyes. He felt his resolve melting. Without warning she kissed him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Mike looped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him. His tongue slid between her lips and sought out hers. Inside her mouth, their flesh swirled as she ran her hands along his back. He pulled her tight, pressing his chest into hers. He could feel her breasts against him through his shirt. The minutes passed and Mike's passion escalated. He explored her face and neck with his lips and memorized the shape of her body with his hands. Annie pulled free from his embrace and then led him by the hand to the living room and sat him on the couch. She scooped up Isabelle and opened the sliding door. Isabelle protested audibly but didn't struggle as she was deposited outside into the backyard. When Annie closed the door and proceeded to the couch, Mike was seated with his back against the cushions, a look of confusion was apparent on his face. Annie stepped between his knees and then slid her sundress up over her head. She dropped the dress to the floor beside her, and stood in front of Mike wearing only a pair of white laced panties. Mike stared, mouth wide open. It had been some time since he had seen a half-naked woman and never one of such beauty. Her stomach was flat, and her legs were toned. Her skin was bronzed with the exception of her firm breasts which in contrast were an ivory white where a triangle shaped bikini top held her modesty intact. Annie leaned over placing her hands on his chest. She kissed him, pressing her soft lips hard into his, and running her tongue into his mouth. When she pulled away, she lifted Mike's golf shirt up over his head. She then reached back and undid the butterfly clip allowing her hair to fall around her face. She then ran the soft strands over his bare chest and stomach, tickling his skin with the soft follicles. Annie opened his tan slacks and pulled them over his thighs to the floor. Mike raised his feet, toed off his shoes, allowing the pants to slide off his legs. Annie then knelt before him, running her hands over him slowly making her way down his body. By the time Annie reached his stomach, Mike's shaft was rock hard. She rubbed the stiff pipe around her nipples arousing them to erection. She cupped her mouth over the flushed tip of his member, teasing the head with her tongue and teeth. Mike shifted on his couch as his pleasure continued to mount. Annie licked her hand and ran the slippery palm up and down the shaft. After several strokes, a bead of clear fluid appeared on the tip. "God that feels good." Mike whispered under his breath while waves of pleasure surged along underside of his cock with each pass. Annie kissed it away, then put Mike's manhood into her mouth. Moving up and down its length, she matched the pace that she had used with her hands. As she sucked, Annie cupped his balls, massaging each one and stroked the whole sack with the tips of her fingers. She ran her hands along his ass and behind his legs teasing the tight flesh and firing off every nerve in her path. Mike groaned again. His cock was growing larger with every second. He could feel the cum rise up inside, working its way up his rigid stalk. Finally, she released her hold on him and stood up. Mike gazed at her nude form again, staring into her face and then letting his eyes drift down her body. Her panties were soaked through with her own juice and the once opaque material was now translucent, showing the dark patch of trimmed hair beneath. Mike reached out. He slowly stripped the panties from her body. Annie stepped from the moist garment and spread her legs apart. Mike ran the back of his hand up along the inside of her thighs, stroking her soft skin. He felt his way up their shapely form to the black pelt that lie between them. At his touch, her sex bloomed and the pink flesh beneath quickly engorged and parted, inviting Mike's playful touch. Using his thumb and forefinger together, he clasped the little pink nub stroking the two folds against one another. Annie gasped. "Yes. Lover, Yes." Mike massaged the two layers of slippery flesh, then with the fingers of his free hand, he began stroking the inside of Annie's sex, teasing just inside her wet pussy then probing deeper with his fingers and running them along the roof of her canal. Annie shuddered. "Oh God." Mike's fingers coaxed the gentle juice from inside her body. He continued to toy with her sex. Fast, then slow his fingers traced geometric patterns along her warm, wet, pussy. Annie's quivering flesh was alive and her clit was now totally engorged. Annie spasmed, then came, her body quivering above Mike, almost collapsing as her cum continued to coat Mike's fingers. Mike steadied her between his legs, allowing her to immerse herself in her own pleasure. Seconds passed before Annie opened her eyes again. Mike pulled her over him and slid into her, burying his full size deep into her love tunnel. "Go slow," he whispered. "It has been a while and I want to feel you before I cum." Annie smiled and then began to rock slowly over his hot shaft, grinding her flesh into his hips. Mike could feel her wetness on his skin as she moved up and down over his thick tool. He knew it wasn't going to be long but he wanted to wait. He reached up and began to play with her breasts, squeezing the hard mounds then toying with the nipples using his thumb and fingers. Isabelle After my divorce and moving back to the city into a little two room apartment on the third floor of a remodelled office building. It was smaller then the house I was still paying for but at least it was on a front corner so I could watch the world go by. Within a month I had gotten real tired of nuked food and found a small diner about a block away. It was cheap, but the food was good and the helpings always just enough to be satisfying. All in all it had a nice comfy home like atmosphere with friendly waitresses. For the most part the girls where just teenagers, working part-time while going to school. Isabelle was the exception. She seemed to be around my age, early thirties, long blonde hair always tied back and a thin but well proportioned figure. I found myself always trying to sit in her section for an excuse to get to know her. After a couple weeks of eating at the diner three or four days out of seven we started to chat and flirt back and forth like old friends. I thought about her often and began to fantasize, dreaming of what Isabelle looked like naked. Every time I saw her I thought about asking her out but for some reason I always chickened out. I like to think my uncertainty was because of my resent divorce but it really was the fear of being rejected in front of everyone at the diner. Then one Tuesday night I lucked out. Isabelle had taken off her apron getting ready to leave looking out the window at the heavy rain falling. “I’m going to be drench by the time I get home.” She said to herself. “How far are you going?” I asked. “Just a block or so,” She replied shaking her head, “But that’s far enough with out an umbrella. It was sunny enough this morning and I didn’t think I’d need it.” “I’m almost ready to leave,” I tried to say nonchalantly, “Which way do you have to go? My umbrella is big enough to share.” “Down towards Fifth Street.” She said with a hopeful look. “Same as me.” I told her even though I would of lied anyway just for a chance to have a private word with her. “Oh your such a dear, thank you.” She beamed at me and laid her hand on my shoulder, giving me a rush of excitement before going into the back of the diner. Isabelle was waiting at the door buttoning up her jacket when I finished paying my tab. Out on the street she took my arm and squeezed up tight against me under the umbrella. The contact made me feel as nervous as a teenager. My palms began to sweat and my groin started to stiffen. I felt myself suddenly tongued tied, not know what to say never mind how. Isabelle was talking but I couldn’t seem to concentrate on what she was saying feeling her breast rub against my arm. Before I new it she had stopped in front of a building directly across the street from mine. “Here we are,” She said turning to face me, “How much further do you have to go?” “Just across the street Isabelle.” I replied in a shaky voice. “All this time,” she laughed, “We’ve been neighbours and didn’t even know it. You can call me Izzy if you’d like.” “Thanks Izzy,” I replied, then took the plunge, “I’d like to see you some time, other than at the diner, if you’d like maybe dinner and a movie or something?” She looked into my eyes and grinned. Then so quick I almost missed it, she reached up and kissed me on the cheek and whispered maybe before turning and running into her apartment building. I stood there dumbfounded not even realizing the rain was soaking my uncovered head. Izzy turned before closing the door to giggle at me in my stupor. I felt a little foolish as I crossed the street to go home but I also felt real good about my prospects. That night, I found myself sitting by my window in the dark. Looking out into the rainy night. My eyes kept going over Izzy’s building wondering in which apartment she lived in. I noticed a light come on in a window directly across from me and hope surge up through me. All I could see was long blonde hair draped over a dark robe. Grabbing the binoculars I always kept behind the chair I focused in through the window. I had a clear view through the window into the bathroom while the blonde stood bent by a tub adjusting the taps. I was delighted to see as she turned to look into her mirror and tie back her hair that it was Izzy. I could not believe my luck as my excitement built immediately. Turning her back to me and sliding the robe off of her shoulders stepping into the shower spray I got a perfect view of a nicely rounded bum. It was even better looking than I imagined. I watched as she turned to soap her body getting a look at a very well formed pair of firm looking breasts. I could still feel were they had rubbed against my arm on the walk home. I started to pull on my penis as she soaped her tits. I could see her pulling on her nipples with her head back and a look of pleasure on her face. I was really getting into my private show, getting almost to the point of blowing a load when she turned off the water and turned to step out. I dropped my glasses downwards hoping to see some pussy. I came just as the shock of what I saw registered in my brain. My dream girl had a cock. At first I felt repulsed and cheated, how could she do this to me. How could I face her again knowing what I did of her now? I couldn’t get the image out of my head. She had such a perfect looking body except for that one thing. I looked down at my groin and the cooling seed that had collected in my pubic hairs. I was still hard, why I thought. I’ve never thought of penises before. I couldn’t even remember ever having those gay kinds of thoughts before. Every time I closed my eyes I could see it in minute detail. A thin uncut semi erect penis about five inches long attached to a gorgeous woman and it was turning me on. The rest of the night I tried everything I could think of to get Izzy out of my mind. Nothing seemed to work and the worst part of it all was I started to feel guilty about spying on her. Part of me felt repulsed while another felt excited and I just couldn’t understand that part at all. I spent a long restless night trying to sleep and when sleep did come I had vivid dreams of having sex with Izzy. The next few days I avoided the diner eating at home and at work. Unfortunately I was constantly distracted by thoughts of Izzy and every day they became more intense. When Friday arrived I couldn’t take it any more and thinking if I faced her I might help me get over it. Screwing up my nerve I entered the diner and was greeted with a warm smile and hello from Izzy. I sat down quickly at the counter instead of my usual booth. Mostly to hide the instant erection I got when I laid my on eyes on her getting immediate visions of her naked body. My God I thought this seemed to make it feel worst. I stuttered and stammered while she took my order and giggled at my discomfort. Luckily for me the place got busy so she didn’t have time to talk while I ate. I’m sure in my state I would have probably bitten my tongue. I’d finished eating and sipping on my coffee thinking about what I should do when I felt a brush against my back and Izzy sat on the empty stool beside me. “I’m off in about twenty minutes,” She stated looking into my eyes and smiling, “Does the movie offer still stand?” I felt instantly trapped and tried to think of a good excuse not too but I couldn’t. Then I thought that I could just go to a movie with her then never ask her out again. “Sure,” I replied then lied, “It will have to be an early night, got to work tomorrow. “Me too.” She said smiling and got up to finish her shift. I felt like an ass for lying as she refilled my cup with a wink. While I waited for Izzy I watched her work. She moved with feminine grace across the diner wiggling her hips seductively. I tried to make myself believe that I only imagined what I saw through the window. The movie was uneventful except that she leaned into me rubbing her firm breast against my side all through it. I don’t remember much about it sitting there sweating with a hard-on made it hard to think about anything. Except for Izzy, she was beautiful to look at and she smelled good. Everything she did seemed so feminine but my mind kept going back to the vision of her penis. After the movie we stopped for a drink at a small corner bar and talked. I know I did talk but the only thing I remember was that she had a glass of white wine. Before I knew it, we were standing on the steps of her building. Izzy was standing on the top step one above me so that that we looked eye to eye. She really had nice blue eyes. “I really had a nice time tonight,” she smiled, “Thank you.” “So did I Izzy,” I found myself saying, “Maybe we can do this again?” I don’t know why I said it that certainly wasn’t my plan. But I realized that I had meant it. “Okay, sure,” She said looking down, “But first there is something you should know, no something I have to tell you about me. Why don’t you come in, we’ll have a glass of wine and I’ll try to explain it to you?” I swallowed and tried to look stupid. I knew what she might want to tell me but I didn’t want her finding out how I knew. “Sure,” I said, “A glass of wine would be nice.” “I hope you feel that way after?” She said nervously turning to lead the way into the building. Izzy’s place was much the same size as mine, but had a separate kitchen. The only place to sit was on a sofa along the wall facing a small TV. She sat beside me on the edge of the couch her knee was almost touching my leg. We sat in silence as drained her first glass then half of her second. Then she took a deep breath and sighed looking into my eyes. I could tell she was nervous and a look of fear seemed to cloud her eyes. “I’ve never met anyone that made me feel the need to say this too. But I really like you Dave.” She started, “I’m not what I appear to be.” She looked into my eyes before draining her glass and looking down again. “You do know what a transsexual is don’t you?” She asked. “I think so.” I replied trying to act dumb. “I always felt different when I was little,” She began again, “like I didn’t feel normal and when I hit puberty I realized why.” She stopped to fill our glasses keeping her eyes down the whole time. “What I’m trying to say is that I was born a boy. When I realized that I was trapped in the wrong body I started to make changes in my life. I’m very happy with who I’ve become except that I am lonely. That’s why I’m telling you this. I like you and I’d like us to be more than friends.” She looked up at me and continued, “I’ll understand if you hate me and never want to see me again.” She looked down at her glass in silence while I thought that her words verified what I already knew but had hoped wasn’t true. Something seemed to come over me as stared at her. Maybe it was the fact of all my thoughts for the last week or maybe the perpetual hard-on of the last four hours was driving me. I cupped her chin in my hand and raised her face to look into her eyes. “Izzy you’re beautiful,” She blushed, “I like you too and what you said doesn’t change that. I’ve never even thought about this kind of thing before and I can’t say what will happen, but.” Suddenly I was at a loose for words. Looking into her deep blue eyes and not even knowing if I could I leaned towards her until our lips met. Izzy gently leaned into me for a moment before our first kiss was broken. We sighed together causing her to giggle. She slid back further on the couch and pressed her body against mine. Her firm breast pushed up against me as we kissed again. This one lasted longer as our tongues danced together for the first time. I moved an arm around her shoulder and the other fell to her waist. I could feel her tremble under my hand as she moulded her body against mine. Then I felt a hand rest on my thigh about an inch from the end my throbbing erection and shivered feeling it slid up and over it. “Mmmm,” she moaned breaking our kiss, “I’ve been looking at this beauty since you came in the diner today. So many times I almost reached out to grab it.” She giggled like a little girl as her hand slid gentle up and down the length. I groaned into her neck as I kissed down to her shoulder. Reaching up grasping her breast I was amazed that it felt so firm. I could feel the nipple swell instantly under my fingertips. I fought with the buttons of her top as she worked the zipper of my pants. My cock was out and her fist was moving slowly up and down my shaft before I managed to unbutton her top half way. Izzy grabbed her shirt and ripped off the remaining buttons. The clasp was on the front of her bra and was unhooked easily. I found myself staring at the most perfect set of tits I’ve ever seen in real life before. Alternating from breast to breast teasing her nipples erect, I leaned back to watch as Izzy played with my penis, cooing as the foreskin covered then revealed the glans with each stroke. Izzy turned to me with an impish look on her face then swooped down sucking over half of my seven inches into her mouth swirling her tongue as she fucked me with her mouth. In moments my body tensed and I tried to hold off from cumming. This felt like the best blowjob I’d ever received in my life. Izzy must have sensed my attempt to hold back and doubled her efforts. In moments my orgasm crashed down on me seeming to come all the way from my toes as I shot volley after volley into her mouth. I could feel Izzy’s throat working to swallow as my load pumped into her mouth. She seemed to be purring in satisfaction the whole time. She kept sucking and tonguing my penis as it softened sending little jolts of pleasure up my spine until she felt it start to harden again. “Looks like he’s not finished yet.” She giggled, “What do you think he wants to do next?” Izzy moved up and rested her head on my shoulder leaning her body onto mine and stared into my eyes with smouldering look. “I don’t know,” I replied trying not to let my nervousness show, “what do you suggest?” “Why don’t we get naked and go somewhere more comfy.” Izzy started to undue the buttons of my shirt as a sweat broke out on my body. I hate to admit but I kind of felt a little scared about the situation. Sensing something Izzy sat up and looked into my eyes and gave me that impish smile again. “Don’t worry sweetie, I’ll be gentle. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want too.” It wasn’t what I didn’t want to do that I was worried over. It was what I wanted to do that was scaring me. She stood and held out her hand to me. I took it, rose and followed as she led the way to her bedroom. Once we where beside the bed, Izzy turned to face me and dropped her shirt and bra to the floor. In a blink of an eye she had my shirt undone and off. Sliding a hand on each side of me, she started to push my pants down leaning towards me. Then she did something no ones ever done to me. First she licked then suckled each of my nipples causing me to moan and shiver. I could hear her elicit a soft giggle. I rested my hands on her shoulders as kneeled in front of me pulling down my pants and removing them and my socks to join the growing pile of clothing. Then moving her hands up to play with my buttocks. The whole time she spent sucking once again on my cock almost taking the shaft completely into her mouth. Izzy was as talented as she was eager when it came to sucking cock. Only this time as she sensed my body tensing, she released my penis and stood to grind those perfect tits of hers into my chest. I felt as nervous as the time I lost my virginity as I lowered my hands down her back to the top of her skirt. My palms, sweaty and shaking fumbled with the clasp and zipper as our tongues played together. Once past her hips the skirt fell to the floor and my hands fondled her naked cheeks. The globes were firm and smooth and Izzy moaned into my mouth as shudder went through her body as I traced the edges of the thong she wore down into the cleft of her ass. Izzy broke off our kiss and smiling she turned her back to me. Standing with her thighs together she took each side of her thong and bent at the waist to lower them. The whole time she peered over her shoulder to watch me as I watched her. She looked so perfect standing there with a garter belt and stocking tops framing her cute ass as the white thong slowly slipped down her shapely legs. I watched as piled pillows in the centre of the bed and laid over them so her hips were raised. All the while keeping her thighs together, hiding her secret from me. She looked back over her shoulder at me and winked. “Well?” she asked in a throaty voice, “Are you going to make love to me or just stand there staring at me?” I stood there in a stupor for a moment as that question sank in. Moving onto the bed I straddled her legs and ran my hands over the back of her thighs over her ass and across her back to her shoulders. Gently squeezing her thin neck before trailing my fingers down her spin then between her cheeks pulling them apart to see her pink rosebud patiently waiting for me. “That feels so good.” Izzy moaned, “There’s lube beside the bed dear.” I thought about that as I massaged her ass. Looking at that pink ring and an urge came over me. This was a day of first for me and I suddenly thought that I’d get in as many as I could. I took a deep breath and lowered my face between her ass cheeks and kissed her hole. I’d never have had done this sort of thing before. I never even had any kind of anal sex with my ex-wife. As I began to lavish her asshole with my tongue like it was my last meal. My tongue was rewarded by her groans of pleasure. I could feel her hips shake and quiver between my hands as she pushed back towards my mouth. “Oh yeah babe I like that,” Izzy cooed, “Eat me out, get me nice and wet for your big cock.” Her words inspired me to drive my tongue past her sphincter orally fucking her ass to her groans and shivers. Rising up I placed the head of my penis against her anus. Rubbing and teasing her while spreading my saliva over the opening of her love canal. Izzy reached back and pulled her cheeks apart making the orifice to open slightly. I spit onto the end of my cock and spread it over the glans before pushing it into her ass. I watched in amazement as I slowly sunk into her. The ring of flesh stretched turning almost white until the head pasted through and then squeezing on to the shaft turning pink again. Izzy groaned constantly between encouraging me to fuck her harder, deeper and faster. By the time her ass cheeks were slamming against my belly I could feel my orgasm growing. “Oh yeah,” Izzy groaned, “ You fill me so good. Shoot that hot seed into me baby. Fill me up with your cum.” Her words through me over the edge and driving deep I shuddered through another orgasm spewing cum into her as she sighed. Covered in sweat and totally drained I fell on top of her trying to catch my breath. “ That was great.” She sighed and shivered. We rolled onto our sides. Izzy kept a hand on my hip keeping my softening cock buried in her ass as we lay there recuperating. Her sphincter spasmed intermittingly grasping then releasing around my cock. I reached around her and stroked her breasts gently, first one then the other. I moved my hand across flat stomach until I reached her groin. For the first time in my life I touched another person’s penis. It was hot and hard with a wet sticky fluid smearing the glans. Izzy’s cock almost disappeared in my fist, the end of it was all that wasn’t covered as I looked over her shoulder. It was about an inch in diameter and her sack looked small drawn up tight to her groin. Sliding my fingers down I could feel the thumb size testicles within and it made us both shiver and Izzy groaned. I moved my hand up and gripped her penis once more slowly jerking up and down while I watched her face. Isabelle She smiled with her eyes closed and whispered, “Yeah baby rub my clitty and make me come.” After a couple of minutes she let out a throaty groan and shook. Izzy placed her hand over the end and came with a shudder as her sphincter gripped my softened cock tightly. Bringing both of our hands up she licked them clean and turned kissing me. She tongue feed me her cum and without thinking I accepted all she offered. Laying her head down we stared unspeaking into each other’s eyes while I savoured the sweet flavour of her cum. I thought about how much I’d like to suck on that clitty sometime. Kissed her and snuggled up no longer nervous and the feeling of dread I’d felt since peeping through her window was totally forgotten.