4 comments/ 3489 views/ 4 favorites Le Libertin By: samintas It had been a long day and I almost made it back to my car when the skies opened up with a summer storm. It wasn't unexpected, the view from my office included the threat of rain all afternoon. Just bloody bad timing, I thought as I ran across the road to the awnings of the stores next to the parking lot. Screw it, I can wait a few minutes to see if it eases up. I'd only taken delivery of my brand new car two days earlier and no way was I going to climb into leather seats soaked from head to toe. As I checked the BBC World Service on my phone, I heard the sound of running feet followed by a light chuckle and a woman's voice. "Faaar! out! That rain's timing is a pain in the ass." I glanced back from my phone, it was Fiona, an acquaintance who used to work in the café near my office. I usually buy my lunch there most days and Fee and I used to flirt constantly, in a good natured way, but it hadn't led anywhere. We did, however, share a passion for knowledge and literature, which meant a great deal. "Oh hi Fee. I haven't seen you in ages." "Hi Sam, long story. Do you think it's set in?" I glanced up at the storm clouds, then back to Fee. "Hard to tell, at least fifteen or twenty minutes. I'm just hoping it'll ease somewhat. My car's the black one sitting just over there." I pointed. Fiona smiled "Yeah? Nice! I was planning to walk home and hoped to beat the weather. Looks like I'm screwed!" I placed my phone away in my pocket and glanced back at Fee. She was wearing black trousers and a T- shirt for one of the major chain stores. So that's where she went? I hadn't even seen her walking around town for months and, since I mostly do my purchasing online, I don't think I'd even been in that store for over a year. Like myself, Fiona was middle aged, probably late 30's or early 40's but it was hard to tell, she really looked mid 30's. I knew she had a teenage daughter and, apart from that, I only knew that her sexy demeanour stirred feelings in my groin. Unlike most women her age, especially after giving birth, Fiona still had quite a slim, sexy body. Either she took really good care of it, or she had the metabolism that other women hated. Her breasts weren't large, but at that age, like my partner, large breasts can be a liability. Hers were just the right size and were still quite pert. I also swear you could crack walnuts on her ass. Her only concession to age were the glasses she wore, which wouldn't have looked out of place on some "hipster wanker", but on her they gave her a bookish sensuality. I had always admired her whenever I saw her walking around town, especially in warmer weather when she would often wear a summer dress. Her legs were really quite long and toned and her dark hair was often braided, reaching down between her shoulder blades. I was pretty sure that I wouldn't be the only one noticing this sexy woman and figured that some guy was probably getting lucky. "I said, how have you been?" she stated, probably for the second time and breaking my train of thought. "S-sorry Fee, I'm fine, I got caught up in thought for the moment. Is that rain easing a little?" Yes. I was thinking on how I'd like to stick a walnut between your ass cheeks, smack them together and see if I could munch down on the result. "Hmmn! I'd swear you were just trying to change the subject" she laughed "You know, you sometimes had that look on your face when I was making your double shot latte's? I often wondered if you made it while staring at my ass while I stood at the machine?" The look on my face must have been priceless. It was true, but before I could utter a word of defence. "Sorry... I'm just messing with you, I used to enjoy our little flirtations, and I thought at least you might be gentlemen enough to offer a girl a lift home." She said with a wry smile. "Sure" I said, the rain had indeed started to ease off, "Any if you really knew what I was thinking about your ass, you wouldn't think me a gentleman. Ready to make a dash for it?" "Hmmm! Now I am intrigued. Maybe I should run in front so you can think about my ass some more" she laughed as she started off. "Damn, you're a bad girl!" I laughed as I followed on. We were clearly back to our old flirtatious ways, though we had never been this forthright with each other. Calm down Sam, I thought, you're a happily married (well at least in spirit) man as we ran and both dove in to the car. "Hell yes... This is NICE!" she exclaimed looking around the interior. "Thanks, I only picked it up two days ago. I'm still getting used to it but you can't beat that new car feeling". I pressed the start button, no longer even needing to take the keys from my pocket. The engine roared to life. "Where to?" Fiona wiggled herself around in the bucket seat, settling in and enjoying the feel of the leather, then reached for the seat belt. "Straight up West Road, I'll tell you where from there." We drove out of the parking lot, out of the town centre and I turned left into West Road, driving right past where I'd normally turn towards home. It didn't matter, it was only a couple of minutes out of the way. "You know?" She said, "I know the organisation you work for, but in all this time, I never found out what you do? Take the next left. The girls in the cafe always thought of you as a bit of a mystery man." I made a guttural little laugh as I took the next left then slowed down through the side street. "Nothing mysterious really, while I work for the government, I'm just a data analyst." As I waited for her to direct me further "You know the old joke, I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you? Well in my case, I could tell you, but you'd die of boredom first." Fee laughed politely and pointed ahead "Next right and I'm eighth on the right." Then she giggled "Sooo! What made you think I would be offended by your thoughts?" I turned and slowed down even further as we approached her house. I was clearly uncomfortable and her grin was one of pleasure. "Just up here on the next right." I pulled the car into her driveway and placed it in Park and looked her in the eyes with my nastiest smile. "Well! Truth be told. I was wondering what it would be like to stick a walnut between your ass cheeks, smack 'em together and see if I could crack it." "Whaaat?" She laughed, then looked at me. She gave me a quick slap on the shoulder "Oh man! You are evil.. So the mystery man does have a dark side." then she gave me a wicked grin, "Hmmm! Part of me wonders if you could crack it?" The timing was imperfect as the rain had just eased off to a light drizzle and I would've liked to flirt more with Fee. This was enjoyable, and a little bit enticing. "I know it sounds a silly thank you for a lift, and clichéd, but would you like to pop in for a beer or a coffee?" She asked with a grin. "I'd love to Fee, really I would, but I'm expected home and really need to get going. Perhaps a raincheck?" Coward I thought, but then I was due home. "Sure", she continues "Any ideas?" Caution Sam, I thought, this could get dangerous, but cooler heads would not prevail. "Well I'm actually off for half a day on Thursday, but that probably doesn't suit?" "No actually Thursday's fine, I'm not rostered to work, you can come over for coffee or whatever, and I can see if I can get some more answers from the mystery man." Again with the wry smile. "Fine with me, I can drop in about 1.15pm." "Great! I'll see you then, and thanks for the lift by the way" She said. "I really didn't fancy having to walk home and arrive soaked to the skin, despite how warm it is." "No problem, it was nice to catch up, however briefly. And besides, I got to see and think about your cute little butt again. I'll probably be able to dream about it for weeks." I said with a wry smile. Fiona laughed "Cheeky bugger!" She reached up and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then looked intensely into my eyes. She got out of the car and, as she bounced towards her front door, turned back with cheeky grin. "See you then. "Walnuts huh? I might have to make sure I have some on Thursday." I didn't know it but the first thing Fiona did when she entered her front door was to ring her work and cancel her Thursday shift. I backed out of her drive and, after memorising the street number and house, headed for home. Jesus! Sam, what the hell are you thinking? Here I was, a man in a happy relationship and I was making a coffee date with a woman, at her house, who could give me a hard on just with the thought of what she would be like to go down on. I really was happy too! My partner was my best friend, confidant, lover and intellectual foil all rolled up into one. I shouldn't even need to think about other women. She gave me shit when I needed it, and was a shoulder to lean on as well. What was wrong with me? I had heard that, given the chance, 50% of men would cheat on their wives, but seriously, I couldn't think that of me. I couldn't believe myself. At the same time though, life is short, my love, Helen and I had stagnated a bit, our lovemaking, whilst passionate and satisfying, was still something that almost needed to be scheduled. I know not all men think this about sex, but true satisfaction only comes from real passionate desire to please the other and, perhaps as important, spontaneity. Something we'd lost. I was so engrossed in thought, that I almost missed my turn-off. I could probably sabotage things right now if I didn't turn up on Thursday. Fee would probably never talk to me again and things would be much simpler, but then part of me knew I couldn't. I would go. I pulled into our driveway, almost sweating at the thought. As I walked up the stairs, Helen met me at the door with a kiss (sometimes I just wish she'd meet me with a Scotch and a Blowjob). "Hey sweetie, how was your day?" "Stressful" was all I could reply, even if it was a half-truth. "Well, get changed and relax, I'll pour you a wine, your computer's on. I have a pasta bake in the oven and we can eat in about 20." Only about six months earlier, Helen's employer was starting to strain under seriously bad management. At first offer, she'd taken a redundancy to get out of that poisonous organisation which, to quote her "was full of the worst combination of fucked-up, backstabbing bitches and psychopathic bosses I've ever had the profound displeasure of knowing". Helen ended up with a nice little settlement and then laughed twice as hard as, only a week and a half ago, the organisation collapsed entirely and all those assholes were out of work, without the golden handshake. Since then, she had not really looked too hard for work, after all, my salary was good, our debt was down, and she could play at dutiful housewife. If only there was some spontaneity to her behaviour (a blowjob at the front door, is that too much to ask? She would happily give me one in bed, why not at the front door?). Fuck I was starting to feel bad, but I was also exited as well. I sat down and thought about Fee as I sipped my wine and browsed the net. Nothing much. I couldn't think straight, but I thought about Fiona and it gave me a hard-on. The next day, Wednesday, was crunch time for me. I walked up to Matt, my Manager. "Hey dude." He said. For some reason he thought that I liked that moniker, probably because the only time we connected intellectually was the one time we discussed "The Big Lebowski", other than that, I thought of him as a complete waste of space. What can you do, management nowadays is all about "leadership qualities" and people management, rather than knowing how to do something really well. "Hey Matt, I know this is late notice, but I need to flex off tomorrow at 1pm." Matt looked at his team schedule for tomorrow, nothing bad. "Sure dude, how's your workload?" "Yeah, nothing problematic, pretty much up to date really" "And your flex?" "Oh, too much really. I need to reduce it a bit" "Ok dude, no problems then. I'll mark you off tomorrow arvo" "Thanks man! Oh, can I talk to you for a sec?" "Sure Sam, what is it?" "I know it's strange, but if anyone calls, anyone at all, can you tell them I'm in training all afternoon? I'll have my mobile switched off" "Ok, why?" "I don't want anyone to know this, even Helen, but I have some doctor's tests scheduled tomorrow, and well, you know." "Serious?" "No mate, just routine, but, well, I just don't want anyone to know." "Ok no problems, just divert your phone to me and I'll handle any calls." "Thanks! The Dude abide's!" Hollywood actors have it easy, I thought as I walked away. All set. Thursday morning came and, as per my normal routine, I packed a bag with sports clothes ready to go to the gym after work. The hardest part of all this, I thought, was trying to maintain a normal pattern of behaviour. Couples, especially those as close as Helen and I, have no problem on picking up subtle changes in behaviour or rhythm with their partner and today Helen's perception was spot on. "You ok hon? You seem a bit preoccupied?" "What? Oh.... Yeah... Sorry, just stuck thinking about a problem at work, and to top it all off, I've got some stupid training session this arvo. That's going to rob me of half the day, so I'll probably still be stuck on the issue tomorrow." "Well" she said as she straightened my tie a little and gave me a quick peck on the lips, "Try not to stress too much. I'll have a nice dinner ready when you get home from the gym." Fuck! I am an asshole. "Thanks gorgeous. I'll see you tonight." With that, I symbolically shut the door on my marriage and headed to my car in anticipation of something new and exciting on the horizon. What did I really want to happen? I wondered. Did I really want to fuck up the great relationship I have with Helen? There's no doubt, at the back of my mind, I wanted to spark some sort of tryst with Fee, but what would her expectations be? Could I even maintain the duplicity of a double life? All day at work, my head felt like it was spinning out of control. I certainly wasn't doing my best work and yet, at the back of my mind there was this wellspring of anticipation. A surge of excitement and adrenaline that I hadn't felt in years. I wanted this woman, I wanted to feel her close and I couldn't wait. 12:50 came and I shut down my PC, cleared my desk and said I'll see everyone tomorrow. I grabbed my gym bag and headed for the bathroom to change. Nothing special, sporting shoes, shorts and a t-shirt. I left, threw the bag on the backseat, hung up my suit, and drove off towards Fiona's. I parked in the street next door to Fiona's. Part of me worried that the car was too obvious, it was a new model and there weren't many around. I knew Helen wouldn't see it accidentally, unlike most people nowadays we only had one car, we normally didn't need one. I walked up to Fiona's front door, my heart skipping beats, and rang the doorbell. Fee answered. If it had been a cartoon, my jaw would have hit her doorstep. She was dressed just the same as I remembered her walking around town. A light cotton summer dress hung just above her knees and her hair braided back in a pony-tail. I flattered myself in thinking it was for me, but was more likely just the heat of the day. She was barefoot, so had to stretch up on her toes to reach her arms around me in a hug and kiss me hello on the cheek. I relished her closeness and touch. "Hi Sam, so good of you to come." I smiled back, "Not at all, I've been looking forward to seeing you again." Fee chuckled "I'm sure" and closed the front door. "Would you like a coffee, beer or wine?" as she led me off down the hallway towards her kitchen. Hmmm! I thought, the dress hides that cute little ass. "You're probably disappointed that you can't watch my ass in this dress?" she laughed as she walked away "Sorry, it's just too damned hot at the moment." She giggled. "Well you do look very hot." She gave me a wicked, sly grin over her shoulder, "a wine sounds good, what sort?" I said trying to change the subject. "Well I just opened a nice red to breathe, how's that?" "Sounds great!" I said as I looked at her green eyes "And yes, I do have to admit that I'm disappointed at not being able to see your cute little butt, but I'll live" I laughed to try and flirt a little more. "I will confess, I did like to stare at your ass while you were making my coffee. I never enjoyed my coffee as much after you disappeared." Fee poured some wine into two glasses and smiled as she handed one over "Ha! I knew it." She reached up with her wine glass and tapped it to mine "To your love of good coffee" she sipped her wine with a cheeky grin. I too sipped my wine, then added "And to exceptional coffee makers" pause for effect, "with exceptional asses." Fiona laughed and spluttered into her wine glass "You are a very bad man Sam!" She gently placed her hand on my right bicep, looked me in the eyes, "Come on into the living room, I've got the air-con on and we can chat." Fee grabbed the bottle and led the way. As soon as I entered the living room, I stopped short "Wow!" One whole wall was devoted to bookshelves. I glided over and started to scan titles "This is a pretty impressive library." Fee placed the bottle on the coffee table and joined me "Thanks. I do like to curl up with a good read. How about you Sam?" I looked at Fee and smiled "Oh, absolutely. Though mine's nowhere near as extensive as this." I stopped scanning and reached for a leather bound volume of The Perfumed Garden "Amazing! I've always wanted to read this." Fee reached over and took the copy from my hand, sliding it back into its place on the shelf. "Men! Always thinking about sex, sex, sex. It's an historical book on Arabian erotology. We can read it later, come join me on the sofa and talk to me." She gently took hold of my hand, looked me in the eyes, leading me over to the sofa. We sat down, angled towards each other, just as a gust of cool air from the air conditioner brushed across us. "Oh! That's nice." She remarked as she closed her eyes and took in the cool of the airflow. Her dress accenting the long, lithe shape of her legs. Her nipples were protruding just a little through the cotton of her dress. My eyes were drawn to the graceful line of her neck as she swayed in the cool air. I had to fight the stirring in my loins and I couldn't begin to fathom the sensuous nature of Fiona. Just the way the cool air caressed her skin, and her response, had my hard-on straining on my shorts. She caught me staring at her and smiled "So tell me, does your wife know you're spending your afternoon sipping wine and talking to a woman whose butt you can't keep your eyes off?" "No, and I didn't know you knew that I had a partner?" I could feel embarrassment welling up within me. Ouch! "Well you did speak of her a couple of times in the café. So, let me guess? You're wife doesn't really understand you. She makes your home life miserable, and you're seeking solace in the friendship of someone who might understand you?" Fee's demeanour had changed from playful flirting to serious. "I really don't like the idea that you would think of me as "The other woman."" "In all honesty Fee. I am sorry" I couldn't bear to look her in the eyes, but I forced myself to meet her gaze. "I really don't know what I was trying to achieve, flirting with you. It brought some excitement and romance into my life, but I never thought of you as "The other woman." Not for a second, far from it." I took another sip of wine and stared intently into the wine glass. "And no, my partner does understand me, she's a wonderful person who makes my home life pleasant and I was seeking the solace of friendship in someone who might be a kindred spirit." Le Libertin I guess Fee felt a little guilty with that. "So why all the flirting?" "You know I wish I could answer that? I love Helen, I'm not sure it's true love, whatever that is? I loved her when I met her, still do in many ways. She was the right person for me to meet at that time of my life, and I've never regretted it, there are some things that we just don't share, and I know that's a romantic ideal that no one should expect. But finding someone who shares other passion's, like you and fine literature, stirs feelings and desires that I cannot avoid. It is important and I won't deny it, right now, here, with you. I've never wanted to be single more in my life." "So I'm a romantic ideal am I?" It was her turn to glance down at her wine glass. "Is that all you see me as?" "No, never! Look Fee, the first time I walked into that café I noticed you. You're beautiful, but more than that, intelligent, and not afraid to show it. How many people do you meet enthusiastically discuss metaphysics, science and history. I couldn't help but notice you I find intelligence extremely sexy. But, you also exude sensuality, and that's different, not just because you're sensuous by nature, but because you're not afraid to be you." "I can't deny your attractiveness to me, of course I want to make love to you, not just because I find your sensuality overwhelming, but also because your zest for life, the way you carry yourself, your smile, and the way you quoted Hitchens back to me once in the café makes you irresistible to me. I'm at a loss, for the first time in my life, I'm at a loss." I swirled my wine, took a big sip and cast my gaze down to the glass. "I cannot deny that I do want you, I do need you, not just as a friend, but as a lover, and I honestly wish the situation were different." Fee was disconcerted, I was in a committed relationship, but there was no denying the chemistry between us. She stood up and walked over to a window, gazing out. Her voice broke just a little "I wish more than anything, you were single. I wish things were different. I did notice you when you walked into the café. The absence of a ring on your finger, well... Here was someone who I'd hoped things could be different, especially after you started coming in with books under your arm." She paused for a moment "I did like your quoting Hitchens by the way." She said with a half-smile. Time seemed to stand still, I placed my glass down on the coffee table and stood. Fiona stood at the window with her back to me, the sun highlighting the shape of her body through her summer dress. I moved quietly up behind her and placed my hands on her shoulders. She closed her eyes and, with a tear down her right cheek and sigh of surrender, she leaned back against my chest. I moved my right hand, gently cupping her chin and, at my direction, half turned her head to face me. Our lips met in a gentle, passionate kiss that foretold of the tender moments to come. She reached up and circled her arms around my neck, pulling me closer as she spun around and pressed her body to mine. The intensity of our kiss increased as we opened our lips and our tongues met for the first time. My hands slid down the side of her body as the passion of our kisses continued unabated. I reached her waist and pulled her body even closer and our breathing grew heavier as the sensuality of our caresses grew. She sighed with pleasure as our groins met through our clothes, my hard-on pushing against her in a moment of almost electric touch. We both shuddered. "I do want you too, I do need you too, wherever this goes, I hope we're both ready." She sighed with abandon. She slowly pushed me backwards towards the sofa as my lips began to explore the side of her neck and her earlobe. I reached the sofa unexpectedly and sat down almost too quickly. She smiled her sexy smile, hiked her dress halfway up her thighs and straddled me. She cupped my face with her hands and pulled my lips to hers, our tongues intertwined and I reached one of my hands up to caress the side of her face. "You are the most sensuous woman I've ever met." Fee smiled at me and whispered "It's not me, or you, it's us. Don't you dare hurt me, Sam." We resumed our kissing and caressing, my hands lightly touching her cute little backside and finally moving up her chest to cup her breasts through the flimsy summer dress. No bra, I thought and she sighed as my thumbs lightly rubbed across her erect nipples. She leaned in close as we continued kissing each other. My left hand lowered the short, right sleeve off her shoulder and uncovered her breast. She leaned her head back and sighed as I raised my head and lightly flicked her nipple with my tongue and then enveloped it with my lips. At the same time, I was ever so lightly gliding my hands up her thighs, raising the dress up until it was bunched around her waist exposing a pair of pure white, high cut, satin panties. As I kissed her, I traced one of my thumbs ever so lightly over her mound and clitoris. Fee inhaled deeply and then, unable to control myself further, I lightly rubbed my fingers through the gap and across her panties. I noticed a faint trace of wetness, as my tongue returned to her nipple and I worked my hand across her panties even more. Fiona whinnied at the gentle caress and reached down to drag my tongue away from her nipple. She kissed me hard on the lips and sighed with passion "Make love to me, take me, fuck me hard, I want to feel you cumming deep inside of me." I smiled gently, "I will. I've never wanted to more in my life. I will make love to you, in due time. First I want to explore you tenderly with my hands, and my tongue. I want to feel your pleasure as I explore your body. I want to feel you sigh with relief when I slowly enter you. And then I want to feel you next to me as we lie together afterward" Fee smiled, then kissed me passionately. "Come on" she said and stood up. She reached behind to the coffee table and picked up my glass of wine. She handed it to me and then swooped up her own and the bottle. With her other hand, she reached out and grasped my own, leading me to the bedroom. Placing the wine bottle on a tallboy, Fee sipped her wine, all the time smiling at me. We both put our glasses down and then approach each other with renewed passion. I hold her, I caress her breasts, her legs and the cheeks of her ass while kissing passionately. I slowly begin to lift off the summer dress but she stops me. "You first" she whispers and lifts my t-shirt over my head. She caresses my chest, kisses me gently on the lips and then pushes me down onto the bed. I quickly kick off my sports shoes and reach down to peel my socks off. Fee giggles at my desperate fumbling. Once again she hikes up the dress, climbs on top and straddles me. "I want to taste you first" she whispers in between kisses as she grinds herself down on my groin through my shorts. While she is kissing me, I undo her dress and peel it down to her waist. I reach up and lightly circle her left nipple with my tongue before flicking it. "Ooh! God that feels wonderful!" she moans as she grinds herself against me. She starts to kiss her way down my body, softly caressing as she goes. I start to raise up but she pushes me back down on the bed with a playful "Uh ah!" and just as she reaches my shorts, looks up at me with a sexy smile "This is as much for me as it is for you. I want to taste you, pleasure you with my tongue and when I'm done, I'm going to pleasure you with my tongue until you're hard again." I lay there as she begins lightly caressing me. She reaches into the waistband of my shorts and boxers, "I don't think we need these in the way do we?" and she begins to pull them down. I brace my feet and raise my ass off the bed so she can free me of the bonds of clothing. In one fell swoop, she strips me and tosses my shorts and boxers to the floor. With a look bordering on mesmerised, she reaches out and lightly, ever so lightly, traces one finger down the shaft of my penis. I inhale deeply. She leans in and inhales my musk, ever so lightly, the tip of her tongue starts at the base of my penis and she lightly butterfly flicks her way up my shaft. I groan with desire and she knows she's working her magic on me. She reaches the tip and swirls her tongue around and down the middle, savouring the little bead of pre-cum. I'm breathing deeply now as she plunges her lips down the shaft, taking me all in in one sensuous motion. She begins to work on me like I've never been worked on before. Her hands and her mouth are causing me to groan. One moment she is fervently swallowing my penis, using her lips while flicking the tender back of my shaft with her tongue, the next she is butterfly flicking my shaft and balls. It's a mixture of hard stimulation and the softest of touch, then a moment to catch her breath, which is building me up and then backing me off almost to the point of desperation. I want to cum. I want to explode in her mouth, but she won't let me. I'm moaning, groaning, laughing and shedding tears at the same time. I want her to put me out of my misery, but she's in control. She's licking up my shaft again, the tip coated with her saliva and my own pre-cum, which she seems to savour. "Fiona. God, don't make me beg you." She laughs light-heartedly "Not until you've begged for mercy twice." She releases my penis, I and it are almost quivering with delight as she climbs on top and straddles me again. She leans forward to gently kiss me at the same time as reaching under her dress and grabbing my hard-on again. She starts rubbing my penis against her panties. They're wet now, far wetter than I thought they'd be and I can feel her through the thin film of satin. I know I've always found it arousing to make a woman wet with the pleasure of my tongue, could it be the same? Could she also find intense arousal from pleasuring me with her tongue? I knew instantly I could never walk away, never back off from this woman. I surrendered myself to her passion, I only hoped I could match it. "You feel this?" she asks as she continues to rub my shaft against the thin material. I can feel, I can smell her wetness, and it's intoxicating. I want more and I can't wait for it. "This is all for you. I can't think of ever wanting to feel someone inside me so much. But not yet," She smiled as she cupped my penis against her wet panties, "Not yet." She slid back down and enveloped my penis with her mouth once again. Her tongue working her magic. I'm almost there, and she knows it. We're both breathing heavily, me from the torture, her from the desire. With one last flick on the backside of my shaft, she encloses me in her mouth and takes me beyond the limit. "OHH! YES!" I scream. I can't help it and she knows it. She sucks me tighter into her mouth and I explode, there's no other word for it. "FUCK YES! Fee, I'm cumming, Oh! FUCK YES!" It seems like it takes forever, but it isn't. Fee's mouth is milking me for all it's worth. One moment her lips are up and down my shaft, the next her tongue is smearing saliva and cum all over my penis and balls. She's groaning, moaning and almost at the point of orgasm herself, just from the passion of pleasuring me. But for her, this is my moment, she wanted this for me. I can feel my cum and her saliva sliding down between my legs to stain her linen. I cannot wait to taste this woman, pleasure her, and feel her as I slide up inside of her, her legs wrapped around my body. She's continuing to lick my penis, cum sliding in her hand as she continues to rub her saliva and my semen into my skin in a sensuous massage. Small beads of cum are still welling up from within me and, whenever she spots them, she leans forward and licks them off the head of my cock. "Fucking hell! Fee, THAT! Was incredible!" She looks up at me and smiles warmly. "You know. I've wanted to do that to you since I first saw you". She rested her head on my belly as she caught her breath. "And now, I've had the chance and I'm not disappointed." She slides up my body and kisses me. I can smell my cum on her face, taste myself on her lips, knowing she'll be experiencing the same very soon. Instead of the heated passion from a moment ago, this is one of tenderness, closeness, our mouths and tongues intertwining. I can feel the warmth of her breasts on my chest, her nipples hard against my skin. I'm caressing her body now, her breasts, her face, sliding my hands up her sensuous legs, under her dress, cupping her cute little butt. I slide one hand up the inside of her thigh and in anticipation, she parts her legs to give me access. I reach her panties and lightly trace my fingers across her moist lips. She's wet, very wet, and I can't wait to taste her. I lightly press into the panties with my index finger and my touch brings a sigh of pleasure. She rolls over onto her back and I roll onto my side next to her. Her dress is bunched up around her waist and with one hand lightly tracing the outlines of her panties and engorged labia, my lips and tongue play with one of her exposed nipples. She moans. Fee reaches down and starts to slide the dress down over her hips and, with my help, sheds it down and kicks it off her legs. She starts to reach for the waistband of her panties but I manage to push her hands away. "All in good time, all in good time." I whisper with a smile before kissing her gently. Now it's her time to be impatient and the look of pleasure and sensuality in her eyes is incredible. I continue to kiss her lips, her neck, her breasts all the while I am lightly tracing my hand up her inner thigh, across her mound and down the other. Her legs are spread in wanton abandon and she intakes her breath sharply whenever I cross her pussy lips, covered by the thin, wet satin. Fee is breathing heavily now, but I have a long way to go before I'm satisfied that I've satisfied her. I move closer to laying on top of her and she responds by wrapping her legs around my waist and grinding her wet panties into my manhood. I can feel the wetness and I'm already starting to get hard again, though only just. I pull away just enough to slow her down, although she's now breathing heavily and muttering "Please, please, please. I want you in me." I prop myself up on knees and hands knowing that the absence of touch now only increases the desire to be touched. She's begging to feel me against her, but I start to tease her by lightly licking a nipple here, tracing my tongue across the curve of her breast there, leaning down and lightly kissing her smooth belly, and then moving back up to her nipple. "Oh!" she sighs desperately and then whispers "You bastard! Torturing a poor defenceless woman." I laugh "Turnabout's fair play" and then continue my probing down her body. I've finally moved down far enough that I'm planting butterfly kisses around the edge of her panties and inner thighs. For a few more minutes, just as she thinks I'm about to probe her with my tongue through her soaking wet panties, I quickly move up and lick a nipple, or trace my tongue around her areola, or the curve of a breast, or just move up and kiss her on the lips. She's whimpering every time I take her to the brink of pleasure but change the rules. Her panties are so wet they're translucent. I can see the outline of her pussy, and the small dark patch of pubic hair, through the material. Every time I'm about to probe her with my tongue, her hips rising up desperate to meet me, to feel me, to satisfy the ache, I back away. Once again, I move up to tease her nipple with my tongue and this time, just lightly brush across the thin fabric with my fingers. "Please, please! I can't take it anymore." She cries and laughs. I slowly trace the fingers of one hand down her cleavage, lightly across her belly and gently over her Mons, followed closely by my lips. She knows now that I'm the one in control, this time I have the power, and just like I wanted to surrender to her desire, she now has to surrender to mine. Just as before, I start to move away from her engorged lips, she starts to whimper and, before she can react, my fingers peel her panties to one side, and my tongue darts into her wetness. "UUGH!" she cries out in relief as her legs wrap around my ears. I continue to kiss and lick her where she needs it most. At the same time, I finally reach up and peel down her panties. She eagerly lifts her butt to make it easier and in no time the panties are discarded on the floor. We are finally both naked. I continue my gentle kissing, licking and probing as she writhe's in ecstasy. I lightly return her favour by butterfly licking her engorged clitoris. "Yes! Yes! Don't stop. Oh! Yes! Yes! Please." She's close and is squirming on the bed to my every touch. I back away for a moment and she whimpers in frustration. I gently probe her with my fingers and tongue, I know she's on the brink, short, sharp intakes of breath, punctuating the moment "Please! Please! There. Please! Don't stop!" It's time. I gently encircle her clitoris with my tongue while at the same time inserting a finger and searching for her g-spot. I find it just inside her vagina and begin to stimulate the inside wall. That did it. Fiona squeal's with pleasure, her body tense, her fingers gripping the bed linen and her legs clamping around my shoulders while at the same time thrusting her pelvis in my face. "FUCK! YES!", "Oh! God! YES! YES!" I gave her just a moment to recover before continuing my gentile attention to her sensuality. My gentile probing of her g-spot and my soft kisses and light butterfly flicks of her clitoris bringing her close again. She convulsed once again, not at intense this time, but still enough to bring forth a contented sigh of pleasure. I felt her hands on the sides of my head, pulling my face upwards to meet hers. We were kissing, passionate tender kisses. Wanting to feel close to each other during the intensity of her orgasm and its aftermath. I kept caressing her with my hands, kissing her lips and neck, lightly running my fingers from her Mons, across her belly and up and over her breasts. She sighed and smiled "If I'd known you were that good, I'd have jumped your bones a long time ago." We lay there, enjoying the closeness of each other, gently caressing and Fee catching her breath. I was already semi rigid, but, true to her word, Fiona began to kiss her way down my chest. It didn't take long before I felt the pleasure of her lips and tongue, once again working her magic on the back of my shaft and balls. In no time, I was hard again. I raised myself up and, taking Fee by the shoulders, I gently laid her down on the bed. I began kissing her lips and nipples and shifted over the top of her. She knew what was coming and spread her legs in anticipation. The tip of my penis slid down across her lips and over her clitoris. I paused at her entrance, just the tip parting her lips and pushing in. She reached up and grabbed the back of my head with one hand and looked me in the eyes "Please! Baby, fuck me! Take me! I want you in me!" I smiled and pulled out, then pushed back in just a little. Fee sighed with delight at my gradual and slow penetration. Every time she urged me forward, I would back off and waited randomly as I kissed her mouth, or neck, or nipples, then I would slowly start to slide in again. It was beginning to drive her wild as I penetrated her over and over and over. Eventually she could take it no more. She had tried locking her legs around my back and pulling me deeper, all to no avail. She reached up and grabbed my face with both hands, kissing me furiously and then forcibly pushed me down onto the bed. In one movement she straddled me and, grabbing my shaft in hand, mounted me in one movement. She sank right down to my balls and we both inhaled deeply and moaned as she ground her hips and pubic bone into mine. She slid up and did it again, and again, and again, the feeling incredible. She cried "Oh! Yes baby, that's it!" Le Libertin She leaned forward and kissed me, all the time riding up and down my shaft like a cowgirl with her pony tail whipping around. She was gaining speed and with each thrust downward, she was grunting almost gutturally. She arched her back and continued to ride me, grinding her pelvis into mine. I was breathing heavily and muttering how wonderful it all was when she leaned forward "Please! Tell me when you are about to cum, I want to time mine at the same time if I can." I was so close, so close! I was groaning and moaning and muttering "Babe, I'm so close". Fee quickened her pace and that did it "Yes! God! Fee! I'm cumming!" I thrust my hips upward and tensed up while Fee plunged down, arching her back and held it there. I reached up and caressed her breasts with my fingers, lightly tweaking her nipples with my thumbs. I exploded in her womb while at the same time Fiona made a guttural sigh as we ground our genitals together. Fee collapsed on top of me and I could feel her muscles contracting with her orgasm. Her chest was heaving and she was sobbing and laughing and groaning. She whispered into my ear "That was incredible! I don't think anyone's ever made love to me so passionately in my life." I looked into her eyes, amazed at how much I desired this woman. I was still hard inside her, and that hadn't happened to me in years. I reached up grasping the back of her neck and pulled her down to kiss. Our tongues intertwined and, at the same time, I could feel a mixture of my cum and her juices seeping down between my legs and onto the bed. "You're still so hard!" She said as we both came down from our climax. I reached back and cupped the cheeks of her ass as she began to ride me again. I laid back enjoying the ride. I knew there was no way for me to cum again so quick so I decided that this was just for her. She was leaning back, making full use of my hard-on and gently caressing herself. I was caressing her too, occasionally reaching down to use a thumb on her clit, especially when she was grinding in circles against my hips. She began to lift up and ride harder and harder. In no time, she squealed once more and ground herself against me. Fiona collapsed against my chest and finally pulled herself off my, now softening, dick. She pulled herself close to me and whispered "Anytime, anyplace. I don't care! If you want to fuck me, I'm yours." We lay there for what seemed like ages, slowly caressing and stroking each other's bodies, kissing, talking about life and books, likes and pet hates, laughing and sipping wine. I had wanted to spend time with Fee, I had planned to try and seduce her at least just the once. Now I knew I had the problem that I would want this woman again, and again, and again. More than that, I had a promise to keep. I could never hurt her, as much to protect her as to protect my own feelings. As far as I was concerned, my marriage, and my life, could never be the same again. What had I done? I turned my eyes to Fiona, her naked body pressed, despite the heat of the day, against my own. The feeling almost electric. "So!" I whispered. "Got any walnuts?"