0 comments/ 9803 views/ 0 favorites Liason By: Peter Duncan She was new to the internet, "just looking around," she said. But she was looking around on adult sites. "Are you curious," I asked and she told me she was...told me she married at seventeen... got pregnant and had two more children. She was 47 when we started talking. One daughter was still in college, a senior. Her husband's interest in sex had been replaced by reality television shows. He'd never been adventurous ... thought the missionary position was the only appropriate way to have sex. When he did, he never stayed in that position for more than a couple minutes. "I've only experienced two orgasms with him in thirty years of marriage," she said. "But, thanks to a very educated finger I would say that I've had at least five a week." She told me she had overheard her daughter and one of her girlfriends laughing about what went on in the adult sites on yahoo... had surfed for a couple of weeks and got turned on in a few cyber-sex experiences. But that got old when the guys clicked off as soon as they came. "You're the first here who has treated me like a lady," she said to me. She was a joy to chat with and our cyber play became so real that we both experienced orgasms as if we were truly wrapped each other's flesh, and she was open to just about any sexual suggestion. We exchanged photos, both finding a compelling attraction. But one never knows how long ago a picture might have been taken, or what forces have been at work since the time it was taken. But the excitement of our cyber play led to phone versions. Her voice had the quality of Lauren Bacall...husky and extremely sexy. Getting together for real was a fantasy we talked about for over a year. And here she was, at the age of 48, walking toward me from her airline gate. She looked like naughty teenager, her face clouded by guilt and expectation. More attractive than her picture had depicted, she stood about 5'2" and had auburn hair that was done in a flip style that was made famous by Dorothy Hamill, the 1976 Olympic ice skating champion. It was dated but the style was perfect for her face. She was dressed in a denim skirt that came to about mid thigh (exquisite legs) and a white sleeveless blouse that looked like silk. I had seen her breasts on cam before; they were 36B, still perky for a woman of her age. While she walked toward me I could see her rather substantial nipples pushing through her thin bra, a visual that caused a surge in my groin. Recognizing me immediately she smiled, blushing at the same time. The look of guilt had vanished when we came together clasping hands and studying each other's face. She had a button nose on a round face with a small scar just below her left cheek bone; it showed as a dimple when she smiled. Her lips were fuller than her picture showed and her greenish-hazel eyes appeared as clear as a baby's. The only thing that showed her 48 years was the slight pooch of her tummy, a testament to her three children. As we hugged I whispered to her that it might not be a good idea to kiss or walk hand-in-hand because you never know who you might run into, even though we were both far away from home. But, as we walked, we quickly forgot and made it the rest of the way holding hands. Checking into the Black Lion Inn we were both tense with anticipation. In the elevator we were quiet, both looking up at the flashing floor numbers. Walking down the hall was surreal for me, like an out of body experience, our movements reverting to slow motion. When I slid the plastic key into the door slot the symbolism was intensely erotic and made me feel like I would come in my pants, like the time, at 15, when I first touched a breast. I held the door for Chloe and her mouth curled into a satisfied smile. It was apparent that this was not the kind of treatment she was accustomed to and she quietly said, "It's nice to be with a gentleman for a change." At the airport I was too breathless to fully appreciate her perfume. Now I followed a scented trail made even more vivid by the perception of her female musk. It permeated her path like she was being followed by a spirit. The silky swishing of her skirt brought my eyes to her shapely legs and I imagined her thighs brushing together, causing her hidden lips to slide through the lubrication that was activated by our heavy petting in the rental car. The door closed behind me and the excitement of our being together made my heart boom like the tympani in the opening phrase of the Brahms 1st Symphony. Taking her hands I gazed into her eyes which stared shamelessly back, her pupils widened in the dimly lit room; we both searched. Her hands, which met mine halfway, were soft and warm. Her grasp was firm and compelling. I pulled her close kissing her forehead and said "Welcome to Seattle Chloe." She suppressed a whimper and her legs quivered, like a little girl who had to pee. Chloe's soft body melted into my embrace, her breasts flattening softly against my chest. Her soft abdomen pillowed into mine and her eyes were like a small child's anticipating a thrilling carousel ride. I kissed her lips and my hands cupped her bottom. Pulling her tight I pushed my hardness against her. I drew back and whispered, "Chloe," took her left hand in my right and moved it between us. Through the fabric of my trousers I felt her fingers knead my maleness. I licked her earlobe and heard my quavering voice whisper, "Sweet Chloe," (kissing the tip of her nose and each eyelid) "unzip me." The erratic rasp of the zipper being drawn erratically down brought an electric charge and for the third time since we met at the airport I had to squeeze my cheeks together to keep from popping my load. Raising the hem of her skirt my fingers reached the satin softness of her panties. She shivered at the sensation of my fingers on the soft fabric of her lingerie and winced as they touched her responsive petals. Her clutching fingers exposed my engorged penis, stroking it lovingly. I responded, "Oh baby," and she moaned at my pleasure and hers as my fingers parted the cleft of her bottom. Like a child with a new Christmas toy Chloe fondled my erection, stroked the loose skin over my muscled shaft and explored each millimeter of its phallic surface. I peeled her panties down, took her hand off my penis and brought it to my lips. Kissing her fingertips, I tasted the sweetness of my crystal seep then locked her body in an embrace. My erection slid between her legs, the top of my rigid shaft collecting the sweet nectar of her moisture as I flexed the throbbing organ and flopped it softly against her moist labia. "Do you hear the noise it's making Chloe?" I whispered. She nodded, her eyes staring into mine, as her ears registered the sodden flop/click and purred "mmm-huh," working herself back and forth on my rod. "It's so exciting Peter." The slurpy sounds of my effulgent rod, against Chloe's ever moistening groove, were augmented by her blissful oohs. Button by button my fingers fumbled down the back of her blouse until it was open. My hands, palming her bare flesh, groped to unsnap her bra. "Unbutton my shirt Sweetie," I directed and she complied. Then, we peeled each other's tops off, dropping them to the floor. Our naked torsos caressed our welcoming flesh and I told her how incredibly feminine she was. While I unbuttoned her skirt she worked my belt buckle and undid the button on my pants. Moving my cock from beneath her legs I stepped out of my trousers. At the same time I stripped her skirt over her hips and let it drop to the floor. "My underpants too Chloe," I whispered, and she worked them down, my cock, being caught by the waistband, slapping back against my belly. Kicking off my loafers I stripped my socks with my toes then, holding Chloe's hands, I pushed us apart and scanned her body, now naked with the exception of her black, lacy thigh-highs. "You're beautiful, Chloe," I said, my cock throbbing to the increasing beat of my heart, waggling to its strong pulsation. "Stroke me," I said. Her fingers closed around its girth, moving the loose outer skin over its veined hardness and, with closed eyes, I captured the sensation of our naked bodies together, our hands exploring our most intimate parts. It was exhilarating. Pressing gently I kissed her lips, felt her sensuous response then licked and probed, opening her soft ribbons of flesh. Her breath exited her nostrils in wild snorts as she wriggle and writhed, my finger making sloppy futching sounds as it slid in and out of her lubrous vagina. With our lips still together my finger explored the walls of her vaginal scabbard and my thumb caressed and circled her swollen clitoris. I had seen her pussy on cam before and found it beautiful and, while it had been apparent that her clit was large, I had no idea it would feel so huge beneath my touch. Grunting like rutting animals, saliva leaked from the seal of our lips and dribbled down our chins, as Chloe's hand worked like a portable pussy flailing my erect penis. My finger jack hammered her spongy core and her hips gyrated wildly. Two fingers occupied her pussy and my thumb pressed her clitoris, circling it faster and faster. I knew she was close but, for some reason, was holding back. I broke the kiss, which allowed her to breathe more freely, and rasped into her ear, "Come for me baby." Grunting, she wriggled wildly and hugged me tight then demanded, "I want your cock Peter. I want it inside me...now!" Condoms weren't an issue. I knew she'd had her tubes tied and she had accepted that I had only had sex with one woman in the last 35 years. Standing on tiptoes she lustily held the strawberry shaped head of my cock to her threshold and gasped, "Fuck me." She wriggled as I bent my knees, leaning back and accepting my prominence into her supple vagina, taking it to the depth of her core. Gravity won and we fell upon the bed, Chloe on top. With her hands on my shoulders and her legs straddling my body she rode my rigid cock, grunting shamelessly, her hair being tossed in all directions. Her ass slapped noisily on my thighs and I told her that I was going to come. "No Peter," she blurted, "I want us to come together... in each other's mouths!" Her moist scabbard unsheathed my saber with a "pop" and she hurriedly reversed her position. The glistening marvel of her vulva, its glossy lips shimmering, compressed itself against my mouth and I felt the moist warmth of her mouth sucking me deep inside, her taste buds tormenting my energized mons. It had been years since I felt the excitement of another woman's sexual flesh in my mouth. It was in college, when I had eaten my future wife's pussy for the first time. At the time it was like my tongue was an archeological probe, touching spots that were new to me, exciting, but not fully understood. Now uncontrolled, my eager tongue lapped wildly over the soft new world of Chloe's seeping clam, making sounds similar to the flapping wings of a small bird in flight, accompanied by a hum. Then, having found her clitoris with my tongue tip, I circled her slippery, swelling node. Chloe's mouth moved on my cock with greater urgency (She knew what it was all about) and knew I was beyond the verge. Unable to check my explosion, I erupted deep inside her mouth and, like a depleted camel at an oasis; she sucked in labored gulps, milking every drop of my semen, her tongue cleaning every facet of my cock. The excitement of her loud gulps and labored breathing caused another eruption. Chloe tensed. What followed took me by surprise. I had read about it, seen movies of it on the internet but never expected that it would ever happen to me. Chloe's muffled cry announced her orgasm and the gush of her ejaculate filled my mouth and washed over my lips and chin. Filled with an ecstasy that caused my balls to clench again, I shot another load which made them ache. She held the residue in her mouth and carried it to my lips, kissing them, allowing her treasure to leak from her mouth into mine. In total abandon we kissed, snorting like pigs, both of us savoring the combination of our taste and smell. When we had met at the airport we were alive with anticipation, finding it difficult to keep our hands off one another, hoping for privacy so we could express our emotions. When we first got into the rental car we wanted to kiss but knew we would become a sideshow at the rental garage. But, when we pulled into the parking lot at the hotel we were unable to keep our hands off of one another. Sliding to the middle of the seat we kissed wildly. Her lips were soft and warm, like she had been massaging them during the plane trip. Our kisses made us pant like we had just run a hundred yard dash, our hands were wildly massaging each other's backs. My hand went between her legs and she spread them wide, allowing me access to her holy of holies. There were no preliminaries. We kissed, we hugged and my finger was inside her magnificent pussy. Her walls squeezed my finger which felt the newness of her sheath then slid rapidly in and out. Her orgasm was from the excitement of anticipation, but her pussy produced a copious wetness which soaked my hand, a wetness I had never experienced before. I wanted to be hard when we got to the hotel room so I had to squeeze my cheeks together to keep from losing my load. In the room, after releasing our animal passions, we were able to relate to one another as two lovers who had been dreaming about this meeting for so long. We lay naked in the bed, our breathing having come down to a normal level, and gloried in the touching of our naked skin, the color of each other's eyes, the warmth of our bodies having been made warmer by our passionate sex. We kissed in pecks and told each other how happy we were to be together. My eyes took in the little scar on Chloe's cheek and she graced me with smiles that turned it into a dimple. There was more kissing, hugging, changing positions, spooning, my hand caressing her plump breasts, my hand exploring and finding the verge of her lips and sliding my finger tip around her still swollen clitoris. With the room exuding the faint urine-smell of Chloe's ejaculate, I closed my eyes and relived the moment of her pussy gushing in my face, an incredible new experience for me. Liason Ch. 02 Chloe basked in the bliss of being cuddled, something she'd been denied in her marriage. When she was in high school, infatuated with Rich (now her husband), the wonder of his hard penis opening her for the first time felt better than anything she'd ever experienced. As a young bride, each time he entered her she loved him more until her wonder turned to disappointment and she began to feel empty. For him sex meant either fucking or being sucked off, in each case, unloading within a minute or so then rolling over and going to sleep. On numerous occasions Chloe tried to tell him of her need but her appeals went unheard. She realized that sexual satisfaction meant his and, for her, was only be what masturbation could bring. As a dutiful wife she submitted to his lust but considered each penetration a violation and each explosion a mark of his disrespect. Until meeting Peter on line she had almost forgotten that a man's attentions could make her really wet. It caught her by surprise the first time when her panties left wet spots on the chair. Soon, in their on-line trysts, Peter was taking such great care in the description of his attentions that she began experiencing many orgasms, each time feeling completed, exhausted but dreaming of the next encounter. Her fantasy weekend was made possible by her unsuspecting husband, who had taken a week's vacation to visit his brother in Michigan for the opening of deer season. After having driven Rich to the airport she returned home and packed her bag, then drove back to catch her plane to Seattle. During the flight her hunger for Peter increased. He was the one who had taught her so many things about her own sexuality, the man who had honored her as sexual being and made her feel like such a desirable woman. He would be waiting to whisk her away to their sexual banquet. She was alive with anticipation, her brain sending message after message to the core of her desire. The fountain of her sexual secretions necessitated a trip to the restroom to change her saturated panties. She was ready and, the moment she saw Peter awaiting her at the airport, she felt another surge between her legs, one that made her labia slide and the inside of her thighs glisten with her dripping wetness. Inside the room, when they had stood in front of the bed, she felt his thick penis opening her vagina and the excitement took her breath away. For a moment she feared that, like her husband, Peter would thrust a few times, come and pull out. But he stayed hard as she settled on his throbbing erection, penetrating to its full length and exciting every nerve of her slippery tunnel. Her vaginal walls gripped his hardness like a fist, squeezing his male vitality, and she marveled at the bulk which filled her so completely. Like a virgin, her eyes bugged out with each inward thrust and her mind tried to relate the sensation to the reality. When they fell back on the bed she again feared that, like her husband, Peter would come quickly. But the man who had lovingly mentored her on line and was showing her more excitement in this brief encounter than her husband had during their entire marriage, kept pumping his length in and out, tantalizing her electrified nest which was on fire from the friction of the sensuous massage. She longed for Peter to ejaculate inside her, to spurt the gift of his masculinity on her cervix and slather it in her cylinder. But she knew how much it pleased her husband to come in her mouth and, though, repulsed by it in her marital bed, she would willingly swallow this man's offering as her gift to him. When they changed positions it was like an out of body experience. The unfamiliar feel of his lips kissing her labia and his tongue flicking her clitoris sent shocks throughout her body. The warmth of his pulsing seed in her mouth made her feel like she was drinking from a heavenly fountain and, as she gulped his hot sperm, she spurted her own gusher into his mouth and they both writhed in frenzy. She felt like she was melting. After having released their initial passions they were able to relate to one another as two lovers who had been dreaming of this meeting, then planning it and making it come to pass. They lay naked in the bed, their breathing having come down to a normal level and they gloried in the touch of their naked skin, the color of each other's eyes and the warmth of their bodies having been warmed by their passionate sex. They kissed in little pecks and told each other how happy they were to be together. Spooned by Peter's warm masculine body Chloe had never felt so feminine. He caressed her breasts and kissed her cheek and neck, calling her "pet" and "baby," words that were foreign to her. For the first time in her life she knew what it was like to be truly desired by a man and to crave that man's attentions. Safe in Peter's arms, her sexual saddle still tingled from the memory of their first ride; the afterglow was heavenly. But, too long, she had been starved for affection, had been denied the ecstasy of sex and needed more. So, pushing her bottom against him, she parted her legs enough to allow his plumping phallus to rise to her moistened verge. Peter's hand cupped her breast and she trapped his arm with hers and pinned it to her body. As he fondled her tingling flesh she pushed her soft bottom hard against the mat of his pubic hair and wiggled, feeling his erection harden and seat between her glistening lips. She felt her nipples knot and solidify as she reached between her legs, tickled the head of Peter's swollen cock then held it against her erectile clitoris. He answered her silent request by sliding his rigid shaft in her slurpy groove while she applied the pressure that heightened her titillation, shoving against him in sharp punches as he increased his rhythm. Tears welled in her eyes and she couldn't quell her sob as her orgasm coursed through her body. Peter held her tight, kissing her shoulders and neck as she wept uncontrollably. Still hard, he positioned himself behind her, wiggled the head of his cock along her groove until he found her entrance and eased his tumescence inside, sliding to her full depth. "Oh God," she cried with a wavering voice, "I must be dreaming," her body quaking as she wept. Embracing Chloe and kissing her neck and shoulders Peter showed her the meaning of the word he taught her to use on line, slowly sinking and withdrawing his distended penis in her supple sponge. With each inward stroke he emphasized the slow journey with a long whispered, "fuck," the recoil being washed by Chloe's increasing secretions, each producing a silky slurp. Her weeping had ceased and she was moving her own body to the rhythm of Peter's slow penetrations, echoing his word. Peter reached over her hips, tenderly palming her soft tummy. His finger found his sodden shaft as it moved in and out of Chloe's pussy then touched the peeking fairy of her clitoris, wiggled it almost imperceptibly and began its glide. Chloe thought the sensations she was experiencing was only possible in Heaven. Her entire body was crawling with tingles which increased with each of Peter's measured thrusts. And, as his slippery finger coursed the surface of her clitoris it touched spots that sent shocks to the tips of her toes. She squealed in response to a clitoral shock which, combined with a deep thrust, sent a wave of incredible warmth throughout her body she and demanded, "Fuck me Peter! Fuck me hard!" Peter straddled Chloe's legs, pulled on her hips and coaxed her into a kneeling position. He gently crossed her arms and bade her to lay her head on them. His cock buried deep in Chloe's electrified pussy, he reached around her body, cupped her breasts and began his thrusting rhythm, slowly at first, then increasing his speed. With each thrust he compressed Chloe's breast against her chest. "Oh God," she said with each thrust, almost like she was thanking Him for such unimaginable feelings. In her mind it was like a visual she had seen of an atom, her vagina the nucleus with hundreds of electrons spinning around in wild orbits. Peter's cock felt like a huge piston, its driving thrusts spreading the gospel to the far reaches of her skin, and, he had added a new element—with each thrust his fingers pinched her knotted nipples—sending jolts to extremities that were not known to exist. One missing ingredient would complete the masterpiece and her fingers answered the call, playing her clitoris like harp strings. Her orgasm started with a crescendo but the sound was lost to the buzzing in her ears. She felt suspended in midair, floating like a feather being wafted higher and higher. Then, gravity took hold and she plummeted at incredible speed and crashed, her body twitching uncontrollably and her lungs gasping for air. Once again, as she settled into an incredible feeling of completion, she was aware of Peter's warm body spooning her. The huge presence in her vaginal canal had become soft, allowing the aloe from his loins to ooze past her seal and cool on her leg.