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Memories of Harry

By: Sensualist2



"So Harry, you been in there a long time. What's up?"

Not me, that's for sure." He chuckled softly through the closed bathroom door.

My name is Alice. I'm forty now and for ten years Harry and I were friends and lovers until he died. He was eighty when he passed away. Peacefully, I think. At least he had a small smile on his face, one hand on his penis and the other on my breast. I was thirty-five then.

It's taken me a long time to write this story. It's a memoir about an old man who never lost his lust for living, who never seemed really old to me. I still cry sometimes, especially whilst trying to get these memories down on paper. See, his family never really understood. Especially after his wife died.

"C'mon, Harry, what's going on?"

"I'm shaving, that's all. Because my hands are a little unsteady, I'm going slow, being careful. You see?"

This conversation took place shortly after we became physical lovers. That was a year after we met, at a party at somebody's condo.

"What? You're cutting your beard? Haven't you always had a beard."

"Yes, my dear, different beard. I don't want to nick my balls, you see."

I sat there with my mouth open for a minute. Then I understood. Harry was shaving his balls. His nut sack. At that time we had only begun to have sex so I was not fully aware of all his ins and outs, so to say. "Can I help?"

"Not this time."

Ah, I thought, new horizons to explore. Years later we would often shave each other's genitals in foreplay.

One of the things to know about Harry is that he was. Hairy. Kids used to tease him about it in college. Sometimes he'd say yes, he even had hair on the bottoms of his feet and all over his ass. Neither was true, but his chest and back and arms and legs were thickly grown with the softest, finest, hair I'd ever touched. He didn't shave his genitals for a long time of course. He didn't get much oral sex either. Until after we became lovers. I get off giving head. I love the look of a rising cock, its smell and the taste even before a man comes. I've had some experience. Yes I have. Even before I met Harry. But Harry got head from me in some very unusual places.

Harry had two children with his one and only wife. I never met her, but she was apparently nice, tall with full hips a narrow waist and great tits and legs. But she wasn't sexy. I saw pictures and people her age said so. She dressed well but conservatively. Harry told me they had good sex for a long time, but it was ordinary and not adventurous. Missionary position, or sometimes he could entice her to ride him. Always in the bedroom with almost no lights on. No oral sex and no anal. No drunken threesomes, no porn on the television. No public groping.

Then she died at only sixty years and Harry became a monk for a while. Then he found the Internet and he went out of town and hired an escort. He didn't want to talk about that much. I guess it wasn't very satisfactory. So when I met Harry at that party I mentioned, he was still somewhat a neophyte in sexual matters.

We talked at the party for a long time. I was surprised at my attraction to him. I'm a bit of a babe, if I do say so. Pretty hot, in fact, when I make the effort. I noticed after Harry and I had been having this conversation that he mostly looked me in the face. He didn't stare or drool at my tits. He didn't make any moves on me either. We just talked. 

Meanwhile, the other folks at the party weren't quite so circumspect. People will tell you that college faculty parties are pretty dull affairs. Don't you believe it. In my experience they can be pretty wild, especially if there are a fair group of graduate students around. At one point this instructor I knew from the English department, a tall busty blond, tripped and fell over the back of the sofa we were on and landed in our laps. Nobody got hurt but her shirt had somehow come all unbuttoned so when she landed on us, one pretty tit landed right in Harry's hand. He just smiled and gave it back to her. That was the thing about Harry. He knew what people did to each other in private and in public. He didn't mind at all. In fact he largely approved.

The next time I saw Harry he was sitting on a bench near the campus. When I sat down beside him and asked what he was doing, he smiled.

"People watching," he said. "More like girl watching, actually. Weather like this, it can be pretty stimulating." He winked at me and right then I decided I was going to get in this old geezer's pants. Be a new experience for me, boinking a guy who was old enough to be my grandfather. It made me a little hot just thinking about it the rest of the day. I had to go back to work so we made a date to meet the next day when I was off.

We met and walked around the campus. We ended up having lunch on Harry's front porch. He was a pretty good cook, he told me. Because it was a late lunch, we had a cocktail a little later. It was a pretty strong and I got just enough looser to start putting my plan to get into Harry's pants into play. Because I'd come from work, I was wearing a light-weight full skirt. We were sitting at the dining room table, I at the end, Harry at the side where he'd been showing me an album of his landscapes.

I started by gradually hiking my skirt up into my lap until my legs right up to mid-thigh were uncovered. No particular reaction, even when he leaned over me to give me another album. He went to get me another drink and while his back was turned, I opened the buttons on my blouse down to expose more of my cleavage. I reached behind me to pull my blouse open a little more. I wasn't wearing a bra that day which helped.

Harry sat down and took a slug of his drink. He winked at me and murmured that he probably ought to take it easy on the booze or he wouldn't be able to perform.

I shook my head and said I must not be as subtle as I had thought. He smiled, took my hand and placed a gently kiss on my palm. "Did you think I asked you here just to eat?"

I almost made a crack. Then I realized he wasn't being clever. Instead, I stood up and walked around the corner of the table until I was standing between his knees. When I bent to take his hands, my blouse gaped open and exposed one nipple. Now it happens I have pretty large nipples and they stand out like pink fat pencil stubs when I get excited. I was getting excited.

I took his hands and brought them to my chest. Instinctively Harry curled his fingers to cup my breasts. "Lovely," he said. Then he stood up and we embraced. Upstairs Harry undressed me. When he slid my frilly panties down my legs to the floor, he stayed there on his knees looking at my sex. I was already wet. I always get wet fast with a new lover. Finally he leaned forward and blew his breath gently on my labia. It sent a jolt through me. I gasped. Then he kissed my sex. No tongue, no sucking, just a long gentle blending of two pairs of lips.

"I've always wanted to do that," he said and dropped his trousers. His shirt was next and except for his boxers we were naked. He was wearing silk briefs. His erection was very evident. We embraced again and went to bed. Harry was a little shy and not at all assertive. In fact I took the lead most of the time.

"Tell me what you want, what you like," He said. So I did. I took his hand and caressed myself with his fingers. I got him to tweak my nipples and he suckled enthusiastically until I made him stop. 

"What do you like, Harry," I whispered. It was getting hard for me to talk clearly. My mouth was getting swollen and my lower lips were swelling as well. I'd already had a little orgasm.

"I think I like anything without real pain. I guess you'll have to teach me."

I was getting close again and I could tell Harry was too. "Do me doggie style," I said and rolled over. I drew my legs up and presented him my bald pussy. He hesitated, then got to his knees behind me. Gentle he inserted his pecker in my vagina and began to thrust gently and slowly in and out, in and out, never withdrawing very much. His fingers tensed on my shoulders. I moaned and thrust against him, forcing his penis farther in. His movements became faster, more urgent. I heard him gasping for breath and then he exploded, sending his cum against my cervix. It was a glorious feeling and I immediately climaxed.

Harry collapsed on my back. I felt him tremble. One hand rose and cupped my swaying breast. I unlocked my knees and sank to the bed, Harry still on top of me, lying full length. Just as his weight became a problem, he murmured and shifted to one side. His flaccid penis slid out of me and I pulled my legs up, fitting my knees into the hollow of his furry belly.

I guess we both slept for a while. When I opened my eyes, he was watching me, lying propped on his side, his right hand resting warm on my bare hip. I took his hand and brought it to my lips. "We are going to be very good together," I whispered.

"Yes, and together we will learn many things," he responded. Then he leaned over and licked the end of my nose, peering into my half-closed eyes. I stuck out my tongue and licked at his beard. I let my left hand slide down his chest and across his belly. I discovered that he was half-hard again.

Memories of Harry Ch. 02



I didn't spend the night, the first time we had sex, Harry and I. I didn't after the second time, either. Of course that was the same evening. The second time started quiet and blissful. My hand found his pecker at half-mast and I worked it over a little. Gently, slowly, I caressed his manhood with my fingers. Lightly. I had always been fairly sensitive to my partners' moods and this time was no exception.

Harry breathed easily, occasionally blowing gently in my ear. I like that. Then he nibbled gently on my earlobe. I like that too. When he finally rolled me flat and penetrated my vulva, it was a long slow easing in until our pubes were gently kissing, just as our lips and tongues were gently kissing. I ran the tip of my tongue along his teeth and then I nipped at his lower lip. Our eyes peered into each other. Were we searching for our souls?

Harry tugged and arranged our lower limbs, never breaking that lovely connection down there, until we were close but he wasn't weighing heavily on me. He eased a large pillow closer and under his side. His upper torso was slightly angled so he didn't have to use his arm to keep from pressing too hard on me. Our bellies were touching and I could feel the rhythm of his breathing, just as I knew he could feel mine. This position, a kind of modified missionary position, gave his upper hand free access to my chest, to my breasts and nipples.

Harry had a hairy chest and when he leaned his torso closer so he could kiss my hair—he did that a lot—his chest hair tickled my nipples and they'd harden in response. Harry noticed and grinned. That was one of the loveable things about Harry. He was perceptive. He noticed the little things that turned me on and he did those things. He was very giving.

After we had our bodies arranged to be most comfortable, we didn't move a lot. I felt his erection, his schlong, his prick, start to soften. So I squeezed him with my vagina. With just a couple of squeezes he hardened again. "Thank you," he whispered. "How long can you wait to do that?"

"I'm not sure I know what you mean."

"Well, it takes a few minutes for my erection to soften. Can you bring me back to full attention from any stage I'm in?"

"Gee, I don't know. We could experiment. I think as long as you're fully inside me I could probably do it."

"It would be like a hand job, wouldn't it? Only with different fingers." Harry grinned and gently tweaked a nipple. One of mine. I think he was a very happy man right then. I know I was a happy woman. Harry bent his head and neck until he could reach my breast. One touch of his agile tongue and the nipple sprang to attention. Yes sir. What ever you want sir. Harry withdrew his tongue and dribbled warm moisture on my tit. Then he slowly lowered his lips and engulfed almost my whole breast.

Now I may have mentioned that I'm not exactly small in the titty department, except when I'm lying on my back. Like most women's boobies, they tend to flatten out some in that position. Harry managed to suck most of that breast into his mouth until I think my nipple was touching the back of his throat. I was getting deep throated! Wow. What a sensation. I loved it. I could feel a new flood of juices wetting my crotch and Harry's manhood.

Kind of an odd label for that. Package is another, to me, slightly weird label for those parts of the male body, although it's the kind of slang we can use in public. Personally I prefer to be more direct. Penis, prick, pecker, schlong. I'll get around to my parts sometime. Right now I was floating on a lovely bed of sensations. Harry shifted his hips slowly which moved his main digit, the one inside me. It vibrated across my G-spot and twanged my brain. I have an active imagination. I could visualize that dark, moist, pulsating tube called my vagina. Right now it was crowded in there. Harry's prick was in there throbbing too. The little hole at the very end was dribbling a clear slippery fluid that blended nicely with my own essential juice.

Now I was in a quandary. I was totally getting high on this filled, throbbing, pulsing feeling with Harry in me and my breast in his mouth. I wanted to taste his slippery self, that stuff that was leaking out of that little hole. But to do that, I'd have to get Harry out of my crotch, and I was pretty sure he didn't want to withdraw. Hell, I didn't want him to withdraw. I decided to wait for another time. By this juncture in our relationship I was damn sure there'd be another time.

Harry did something to my breast and I mewed. He raised his head. "Did I hurt you?"

I tried to bring his head back to my chest. "Are you serious?" I hissed. "More, more. I love it. How long can you keep this up?"

"I really can't say. I haven't had an opportunity like this for years, decades, probably."

"Poor baby," Maybe we can do this again some time."

"Oh, most definitely." He was starting to move his hips, thrusting just a little. "Maybe you should move in with me. That is if you're interested." He was moving just a little faster.

"Oh, yes," I gasped. My toes were tingling and my nipples had now both risen to full attention. "I am definitely interested." My breath was getting a little ragged. Harry's wonderful rhythm increased. I had one hand on the back of his neck. I slid my free hand down his flank and over his nicely rounded ass cheek. When he thrust, I pulled, he withdrew a little and thrust again and again I pulled. More. I wanted more. What was it he'd offered a little while ago? My brain was overloading with sensation.

"Umm," he whispered. "I don't think I can hold out much longer."

I was getting a little delirious. My mouth was open and my head was falling back. Through slitted eyes I watched sensations rolling across Harry's face. He was having a fine time. I hoped he wasn't about to have a heart attack. His hips began to move with ever more urgency. But every so often he would stop and withdraw until just the head of his prick was inside my soaking wet lips. I was wetter than I could ever remember being. I was having some of the best sex of my life. I was flying. I pulled my knees up a little and the next time Harry delivered a long thrust into my love canal I pulled my knees up high and squeezed his waist. Without any direction from me that I remember, my pelvis met Harry's thrust and my vagina muscle contracted as hard as I could manage.

He clenched his butt under my hand and I heard him cry out, not words but some ancient almost thankful cry of victory, of joy, of relief. My eyes few open and shut and I couldn't seem to get a real breath as I spasmed again and again. My orgasm ripped through me and every muscle flexed. I was floating on a sex-induced high such as I had never experienced before.

When I returned to the real world a few minutes later, almost nothing had changed. Harry was still inside me, quiescent now, the sheets were wet, there was a pool of sweat between my breasts and Harry was dripping tiny beads of sweet perspiration from his hairline. His face was shiny and he was grinning at me. Not smiling, grinning. I caressed his side and hip and felt the thin sheen of his lovely sweat under my fingertips.

I wiggled my hips and felt the squishing sensation of cum beginning to drip onto my ass. Harry didn't ask me if I was okay, if I was satisfied. He knew. He didn't immediately roll over and go to sleep and he didn't offer me a cigarette. It was pretty obvious we weren't doing the post-coital cliché thing. But he did compliment me on my orgasm. He said it was beautiful and he felt privileged to have witnessed it.

I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing.

Eventually we got off the bed and Harry gave me a robe. I would have been perfectly happy to stay naked, but since he put a robe on, I did too. He gave me towels and I showered. So did he, separately. I realized that he was deliberately making space around each of us. Was he regretting his offer? Did he not want a return engagement? I sure wanted. In fact my licentious self was yelling in my ear. "Make a move. Say something. Don't let this dude get away." I remained silent.

Downstairs Harry said he'd drive me home, although it wasn't all that far and it was still surprisingly early. He offered me a glass of water and we sat on the porch. I remember it like it was yesterday. Harry put his glass on the table and took my hand.

Leaning forward in his chair he said, "I meant what I said before. I would be thrilled if you would move in here with me. I will give you—"

I didn't let him finish. "Yes, Harry," I interrupted. "I will, I will move in. We will have a grand time together, for however long it lasts. However long it's good for both of us." I leaned forward and kissed his mouth, gently, closed lips, a kind of seal of our agreement.

Harry drove me home then and I don't think we said three words the whole twelve blocks. I got out of the car and went around to the driver's side. Harry had the window down. I kissed his bearded cheek and touched the end of his nose with one finger. We smiled at each other and I went in.



Memories of Harry Ch. 03



I moved in with Harry two days after his seventy-first birthday. He'd flown to the West Coast to visit his daughter. To celebrate making it to seventy one, he told me with a grin. He was supposed to be gone a week. But he called me from San Francisco and asked me to pick him up at the airport the next morning. He sounded upset and a little down.

When we got his luggage and into the car, he kind of collapsed on the passenger seat. I started the car and we drove out onto the freeway to campus. Harry lived only a couple of blocks from campus. "You came back early I guess. Something wrong?"

He skidded around under the safety belt, so he could look at me, I guessed. "Sort of. That's why I asked you to pick me up. So we could talk." He paused and I waited. Silences between us had already become something we both sort of liked. "I mentioned you to Deborah. I guess she got the wrong idea. She's upset. Called her brother, my son Dan. You know, I mentioned him I think."

Harry had even showed me pictures of the two. Dan was a hunk. Tall, well-built. Nice smile. Harry sighed again. "Anyway, they both got upset. They seem to think I've suddenly become a doddering old fool who's being set up by some thieving sex-pot." He shook his head. "I'm so sorry. I wanted us to become a family, I guess. All four of us. I don't know what happened exactly. I guess I really blew it."

This was not good news to me. My heart lurched and my stomach started to hurt. I realized I was developing more than just fondness for Harry. What had started as sort of a sex project of my own, you know, what would it be like to be intimate for a while with a man old enough to be my grandfather? "So, where are we, Harry? Do you not want me to move in? I don't want to cause a rupture in your family. I care too much about you to do that."

Harry sat up like he'd been goosed. "No no! Nothing like that. Damn it! I'm doing it badly again. I haven't changed my mind at all and I hope this wrinkle won't put you off. I just want you to know going in that things with my kids are not copasetic."

We talked some more, even after we got to Harry's house. And in the end we agreed Harry was still sensible enough to make his own decisions. And maybe Dan and Deborah would come around in time. I wasn't so sure about that, but I wanted to be with Harry and he obviously wanted to be with me so what the Hell? The future would take care of itself.

Two days later I gave my notice at my apartment and started moving out. The first things we moved were all personal. My toys, my clothes, my books, like that. Harry had insisted I have private space as well as the run of the place, so I had a lovely large second floor bedroom. It connected to the bathroom that also connected to his larger bedroom on the other side. His room was almost a suite. There was a big walk-in closet as well. I sat down on the bed in my room. It was a comfortable double bed but I didn't care. I didn't plan to spend much time in it.

We dumped the boxes of stuff on the floor and I took Harry by the hand and tugged him down the hall to his room. "Great room, my friend, but we need a new bed."

"Really? What kind?"

"King sized" I smiled up at him. I hope we're gonna spend big chunks of time in this bed and we need to be able to sprawl. What I didn't know was this fit in real snug with Harry's ideas. We were already fine-tuning our attitudes to each other. "But enough work. I think it's time for your birthday present."

"That's not necessary," he started to protest by I leaned up and ran my tongue over his lips.

"Correct," I giggled, "Not necessary, but welcomed, which is why I'm giving you a birthday fuck." I flipped open my shirt and flashed my breasts at him. He grinned and reached for me. I danced away and dragged my jeans down off my hips. I'd intended to leave my panties on for a minute, but they went too and I was naked. Harry licked his lips and reached again. I grinned and backed away, pointing at the bed. "Just lie down, my birthday lord and I shall do the honors."

He laid down in the center of the bed and I cruised up to him, leaning over so my bare breasts hung just out of range. I made him lie still and not try to touch me. I watched his eyes following my breasts. Then I unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his belt. I worked his arms out of his shirt sleeves and tugged his pants down and off . After I removed his socks I squatted on the bed with my legs open and proceeded to minister to his feet, mostly with my mouth. I sucked his toes and ran my fingers lightly up and down his calves. Did he like it? Oh, most assuredly he did. I could hear him beginning to murmur and sigh. I could see his rising erection and I could smell his arousal. Mine too. My sex was getting moist.

I crawled up the bed beside him on all fours, arching my back so my breasts swayed and my ass lifted into the air. At mid thigh I stopped and massaged his legs, reaching eventually right up into his groin but I was careful not to touch his genitals. Harry was becoming more aroused and a bit frustrated. I could tell by the way his testicles moved in his scrotum. He was mumbling louder. It was some foreign language I didn't recognize. I slid up and began to lightly rub his belly, just using the very tips of my fingers. Round and round they went. His belly rippled and his thighs flexed.

I smiled and blew gently in his ear. My hand snaked farther up his torso, fingers traced some ribs, careful not to tickle and spoil the mood I was building. This was making me hot too. I slid the fingers on my other hand into my wet pussy, jiggling just a little to spark a tiny zing of pleasure. Then I leaned over and blew gently on the very tip of Harry's cock. It pulsed in response. It throbbed. Harry groaned. I blew on him again. I took my hand off him and waited a couple of breaths. Then I carefully and very lightly touched the tip of his cock with my tongue. Once, twice, quick little touches that made his penis bob and weave and his balls draw up. That was just the appetizer.

I figured Harry was getting close to coming so I backed off, placed a hand on his chest and scrubbed him lightly between the nipples which were erect. I licked them. I licked his nose. I scuttled up to his head and peered into his eyes. I can only describe the look he gave me as lustful. I kissed the end of his nose and stuffed a pillow behind his head so he could easily see down the length of his body.

"Look at that cock, will you?" I purred. "That prick, that penis, that hose of yours. I swear it's bigger around than the last time I saw it. You'll split me in two with that thing."

Harry just grinned and flexed muscles so his cock bobbed. He knew I was funnin' him just a little. Here he was, this seventy-year-old guy with a raging hard-on. I loved it. I wanted a camera to record Harry's birthday fuck. Never mind. "Harry," I growled in as low a voice as I could manage. "I know that many men really love to see that first penetration, to see that cock sliding moistly into a woman's vagina. I hope you're like that. That's what you're gonna see next so you have to keep your eyes open. But you have to be still. I'm gonna do all the work here."

Harry grunted and bobbed his penis at me. I had a hard time not breaking into a fit of giggles. There's just something about human sex, fucking, that's funny, a little ridiculous somehow. Sometimes it tickles my funny bone at the same time some guy is tickling my crotch. Don't misunderstand me. Harry's kids did most times, I think. I'm not talking about passion or love or the intimate moments leading up to a mind-blowing orgasm. Or even a little climax. That's the target, right? But I digress.

Harry was having fun at the moment and I was giving him a ringside seat for the moment of truth. Like in the bull ring. The moment of penetration, baby! I swung my leg over his hips and stood up in a half crouch. You have to get the scene right. Harry was naked. I was naked and we were both starting to dribble fluids. I could see I wasn't going to need any lubricant which was good. The lighting was pretty strong from the bedroom window. We hadn't bothered to pull the shades. So reflected sunlight was streaming through the window, between my legs and highlighting Harry's cock. The lamp in the room gave us plenty of fill-in lighting.

I wiggled my hips and coyly covered my pussy. I blew my man a couple of kisses. Yes, I was starting to think of him as My man. Then very slowly I bent my knees and sank down until my lips, my pussy lips, were just a millimeter or so above his cock head. I could feel the heat rising from him. I breathed deeply and sank a little lower, just a touch, a loving kiss. Harry groaned softly and started to raise his hands.

I shook a finger at him. I had to uncover my crotch and he could see the fluids now dripping onto him. He could feel the slippery juice snaking down the sides of his prick. His cock. His root. I sank a little lower, gave his cock a longer kiss. Then I slowly, excruciatingly slowly lowered myself a little way onto his cock. I could feel my lips spreading to accommodate him. I paused. I smiled into Harry's eyes. I hoped he wouldn't come too soon. I sank a little farther. Now a little more than half of him was inside me. I was feeling good. I was wanton Eve to his lusty Adam. We were joining together. My muscles sent me signals they were giving out. I sank lower until I completely engulfed him. The sensation was incredible. I rose up a trace and sank again.

Harry groaned louder, and again. His rod pulsed inside me, sent tremors deep into my psyche. Again and again while I held as still as I was able. And then Harry came, and came and came. I saw the exquisite pain of great pleasure roll across his face. Had he died in that instant, I think he would have died happy. But he didn't die. He just had another, smaller ejaculation. I leaned forward very slowly and we kissed. A gentle soulful kiss of mutual appreciation.

I managed to lower my knees to the bed so I could squat more comfortably on Harry's groin. We stayed that way for a long time, even after Harry lost his erection, just resting. Coming down, breath slowing, a little sheen of sweat. But what about me? What about my orgasm? Didn't happen. It wasn't about me. I was sure Harry wouldn't speak that old shop-worn cliché. You know, 'Was it good for you?' Or something like that. Harry didn't need to ask. He knew it was good for me. Better than good. But it was really about Harry. This was Harry's birthday fuck.



Memories of Harry Ch. 04



A couple of weeks went by and Harry and I got to know the more mundane and ordinary things about each other. Who cooked when, what we each didn't like to eat. Which chores around the house we didn't mind doing or hated. I mean, who likes housework, right?

Harry said I could quit my job because his investment income, pension and social security were more than enough. I refused right off. I was already conceding something when I moved into his house. I wanted the independence of having my own money to do whatever. That was the first day after I took up residence. At the end of the week Harry told me he was pleased I wanted to keep working. Even if it meant we had less time together. "I like independent women of independent means, who know their own minds," he smiled.

We had sex. Of course we did. Several times that first two weeks. Some of Harry's friends probably though we were screwing like rabbits all the time. Wasn't the case. Some people apparently assumed we weren't screwing at all, except the rare occasion I'd presumably give "old Harry" a mercy fuck. 

One of my co-workers at the bookstore cornered me on the second Wednesday and said, "So what's it like, screwing an old guy like that?" "What makes you think we're screwing?" I grinned at her. Georgia and I had had some high times when we were seniors together in high school. Now she was married to Al, a nice guy, except he always flirted with me. A couple of times at parties at their house, Al came on to me a little strong, I thought. I'd asked Georgia about him. Was he just fooling around? Yes and no she told me with a strange look in her eyes. "I mean he flirts with all the girls. But sometimes he's serious too." Did that mean he was a serious flirt? Later I thought I'd found out what she was referring to.

Georgia raised one eyebrow. "Are you kidding? You've got to be screwing him. I know you, that's why I think so. Of course you're screwing him. I just wanna know how often and what it's like. Details, girl, details. C'mon give. Tell me details."

"Georgia, are you telling me about your orgies and gangbangs? What I hear about you doing on the weekends? Of course not. And I'm not kissing and telling either. We have a pretty ordinary life together. So far." I winked and went back to shelving another box of romance paperbacks. I'd heard the rumors about Georgia and Al and what went on at some of their weekend parties. They'd been married a year or so by then. She never admitted anything.. But they didn't deny the rumors either. Georgia would just smile whenever the subject came up.

That evening Harry and I were just hanging out, having a beer, reading, one eye on the TV. "Do you know Al Martin?" Harry asked.

"Sure. His wife works with me at the bookstore." I waited but Harry didn't say anything else. I forgot about it. Later in bed, just snuggling under the sheet, Harry raised another question. "Have you ever watched any porn?"

"Yes," I admitted. "I don't make a habit of it. A lot of it is crap. Poorly done and fakey." Do you? Watch porn?"

"Sometimes. More after my wife died. You're right, a lot of it crap as you so elegantly put it. But within the crap are sometimes nuggets of useful information."

"I guess I never thought of it that way," I muttered. As I said we were in bed at the time and also naked. It hadn't taken but a little persuasion to convince Harry that he could go to bed in the nude. He recognized the good side effects right off. Harry was no dummy. Just unlearned in some areas of life. Aren't we all?

"Sure. For example, I was pretty far along in life before I discovered what's called anal intercourse."

"No kidding," I said. "How was it?" I'd had a couple of experiences with it. It'd been okay, but it was mostly just uncomfortable. I suspected that was because my partner at the time didn't know much either.

"I don't know. I've never done it. Or had it for that matter." Harry chuckled and tweaked my nipple with his fingers. He knew I liked that as long as it wasn't done too violently. I raised up until my nips just brushed across his chest. It was something that really could turn me on.  I squirmed and did the chest/breast thing again. Harry grinned.

"You starting something?" I felt him slide one hand up along my flank and over my butt and up my back. I shivered. This guy gave the best body caresses, the best massage strokes. He just somehow knew exactly how much pressure to apply. Harry tipped up his head and kissed my nose. "Here's the thing," he went on. "I have a whole lot of theoretical knowledge about any number of things."

"You mean like sex," I said

"Sex. Yes, and other things, but lets talk about sex. Before I die I would like to explore a lot of the different ways we as humans can interact and connect."

I smirked at him. "You mean you want to have a lot of out-of-normal, unusual and even kinky sex? Boinking, fucking, sucking and like that. Right? Stripping, public antics, maybe? Shall we make a list? You want to do some wienie wagging? Frottage? Cunnilingus? Fellatio? Or analingus?" I stopped blabbing and giggled at the expression on his face. Harry knew all the right words, of course. He probably knew more slang expressions than I did. But sometimes he didn't like to hear them from me, except in certain circumstances. Like when we about to explode in a mutual come. Maybe you notice in this memoir I don't use the popular cum for the big O.

I never liked spelling it that way for some reason. Just one of my personal quirks, I guess. Like liking the smell of sex. I have a sensitive nose, I'm told. I can sometimes tell you what kind of whiskey you've just been drinking from your breath. I love the smell of people's sexual parts. I learned that from a guy I once dated. Very early in our relationship he caught me in the bathroom after a shower. I was using some fragrance on my pussy. I don't even remember what it was. I'd always put a little perfume on me, even before I started shaving.

The guy got really upset. We were just about to go to bed, but he hauled me into the tub and ran water over me. He scrubbed my crotch with soap and water, all the while muttering that he didn't ever want to smell some manufactured odor when he ate me, he wanted to smell me, the sexual part of me. Even if I hadn't washed all day, or if I was sweaty in the summer. When he ate me out he wanted me in his nose, not eau d' whatever.

Well, how could I object? Besides, by that time he had a raging boner and I was almost over the top. We screwed each other right there in the tub. It was great. My name is Alice and I don't use perfumes. Anyway, back to this conversation with Harry. He allowed as how that if I was willing, we'd explore some of the things he'd read about and learned by watching porn films and videos. But only, he said, if I was not only willing but interested. He got real serious then and made sure I understood that this was going to be a joint journey. If I copped his joint in some public place, for example, not that he was suggesting it. (yeah, right) But if I was to do that, it had to be a cooperative venture.

"Harry, my boy," I smirked. "There will be no half-way measures in this relationship. Whatever we do, we do together."

"Shall I make a list?" he asked.

Now, I'm sure some of you reading this memoir are starting to drool over the possibility of a list which would inevitably lead to succeeding adventures, right? Where's the fun in that? You'll just have to do what Harry and I did. Make up a list as we all go along. Let's see what kind of fun consenting adults can dream up! Some limits. No deliberate pain. Yes, I know some people who are very much into BDSM. That's okay for them. I'm not gonna judge people who willingly do certain things. But I don't have to do it ifen I doan wanna.

So anyway, after Harry and I agreed to some basic ground rules, he said, "I have these friends. Well, acquaintances, really. George and Carole Anderson. They're both on the college faculty and that's the main reason we have to be discreet."

"Uh huh. Discreet is my middle name." Harry was lightly pinching my nipples now so I returned the favor, only I was playing with his balls.

"They've invited us to a party tomorrow night at their place." His lips and tongue traced circles on my chest, just below my boobs.

I slid a finger down below his nut sack and reached the puckered opening to his anus. He grunted when I pushed on it. Ass play wasn't in his bag of tricks, yet, remember?. "So is this a sex orgy, or what?"

He grunted again and his butt cheeks flexed. I realized he was closer to coming than I'd thought. "Up!" I commanded and pushed up on one hip. He sort of rolled away from me which gave me access to his woody. I leaned over and just as I opened my mouth to descend on the tip of his prick, he came with a jerk of his hips. He shot his semen into my mouth and I clamped down, wrapping fingers on his penis and grabbing a butt cheek with the other hand. He groaned and gave me another smaller blast, and began to subside. I inhaled the sweet smell of his sex. Grand!

"Sorry, sweetie," he said. "I usually last longer than that."

"Harry, look at me," I said. "Do you see a frown? Am I pouting?. Believe me, this look is happiness, bliss."

"Damn, woman," he whispered. "What did I ever do to deserve you?" We kissed, open-mouthed, tongues playing, breath intermingling, murmuring passionately to each other. Then we fell asleep. 



Memories of Harry Ch. 05



I woke up in the morning and Harry was gone. There was a note on the kitchen counter that said Alice, love, I'm off to the hardware store. Back in an hour. Thoughtful of him to tell me where he'd gone. It was Saturday and I wasn't working today, so I had all day to think about what I might wear to our first public outing.

It would be an outing. Word was getting around that Alice had moved in with some older guy, some really old guy! Some guy who actually retired from the college faculty! Gossip on college campuses is always in vogue and since a few of Harry's former faculty colleagues were still employed by the place, and a couple of them who knew me as well, were no doubt busily talking about how Harry had snared him a hot young bed mate.

I realized while looking into my closet that I didn't have enough information to decide what to wear. Business casual? Dressy or maybe slutty? I'd wait until Harry returned. So instead I changed the sheets on our bed and called the furniture company to jack them up a little about our new king-sized playground. I mean the new bed we'd ordered.

Harry waltzed in with a grin on his face two hours late and said, "Sorry, I ran into Leon and couldn't get rid of him."

"Do I know Leon?"

"Nope, I don't believe so because I had to describe you in some detail. He'd heard through the grapevine that I was living in sin with some babe, as he put it. Or maybe it was my daughter who'd come home. I set him straight. Then of course I had to describe you in loving detail."

"You did, did you." I was washing and peeling some carrots for salad and didn't realize he wasn't entirely serious.

"Sure, I got this hot number in my bed, you don't think I'm going to keep her a secret, do you? I mean, your nipples are something else."

I swung around ready to throw something at Harry, but I was met with a broad wink and a huge grin. "And I suppose this Leon wanted to know how many times we're screwing every day, right?" I went back to carrot peeling.

"I think he did, although he never came right out and asked." Harry chuckled. "So I finally told him we were so into—if that's the right word—each other we had to ration the sex to only fucking three times a day and cock-sucking twice a week."

"Harry! You didn't!" I smirked at the window. Twenty-three times a week, hey. We'd both be dead in a month or less. "And what did dear Leon say to that?"

Harry roared at his joke. "Leon was speechless. He actually blushed and found reason to depart forthwith. I hope he'll think about what I said; Leon is a mathematician, you should understand. If he runs the numbers, he'll figure out I was pulling his leg."

"Okay, old stud. When we're through with this lunch salad, we need to decide what to wear tonight."

Late afternoon we were standing in the wreck of our bedroom watching three big movers struggle to get the new bed frame into the right place. We hadn't bought the canopy but the big maple frame and headboard for the king-sized mattress set was heavy. Eventually they had success and we declared ourselves satisfied. The mattress guys had showed up while the bed frame was being installed so they helped put the whole thing together. I intercepted a few sidelong glances and a crack or two about the playroom from the guys. They had immediately noticed the disparity in Harry's and my age and that this was our bed that was being installed.

I'd done some research and made some judicious choices for the this bed. For example, did you know that some beds come with a choice of height? Depending on the mattress thickness, you can get an arrangement that just fits your needs. Makes it easier to get in and out for old folks, as the saleswoman explained. That wasn't my aim, necessarily, but I let her natter on. I wanted the bed to be of a height so when I lay on the edge, with my legs in the air, and Harry stood on the floor, his pecker could connect with my quim—that's an English word for pussy, I think—without him having to bend his knees. It also meant if I lay with my head just over the edge of the mattress, my mouth would be, how you say, conveniently accessible.

I chose a mattress that had good firm edges as well. The bonus for all this finagling was that my fine lover would be able to get in and out of bed with greater ease when the day arrived that he became less mobile than he was at the moment. We snaffled on a set of new sheets and covers for the several pillows we'd bought. I was anxious to try out our new bed. In fact my labia were getting damp. But Harry, being of sterner stuff, pointed out that the party site was an hour away, we still had to shower, dress and have supper. Seemed to me arriving late to Carole and George's party was no big deal, but Harry explained that George was a scientist and liked things to be precise.

His lectures always started and ended exactly on time and woe to any who turned up late. Faculty meetings at which people came and went and always started late, drove him up the wall. We saved some time by showering together, which led to some intimate groping. But once again, Harry pried my hands off his balls, we dried, dressed, picked up some food to go and drove to the Andersons.

The Andersons live on three or four acres outside of town. It's an old farmhouse that's been added to, enlarged, improved and fixed up, as Harry explained. He drove. It kept him from showing his increasing nervousness, the closer we got to the driveway. I didn't show my nervousness near as much as he did. We'd both opted for summer casual conservative. Harry was in tan lightweight slacks and a light blue short-sleeved shirt. He left two of the buttons at the neck open.

I wore open-toed sandals with two-inch solid heels, no stockings, silk panties, a demi-bra that covered my nipples and kept my breasts from swaying all over the place. My frock was a pale yellow slip-dress with straps, a wide square neckline and a hem that hit me at mid-thigh. I thought we made a spiffy-looking couple.

Harry'd been to this place before so he took my elbow and shepherded me around the outside to the patio in back. The patio opened off a big sliding glass door from the dining area. It was a large stone patio that extended right to the edge and then surrounded the Anderson's big swimming pool.

There was a bar on wheels next to the door and a few tables scattered around. Four couples were already there and four more arrived just after we did. Harry took my hand and introduced me to our hosts. George was a stocky guy about fifty with a tiny goatee and a bald spot. He had a hot penetrating look in his eyes. He looked at me like he wanted to undress me. He looked at all the women there like that. He probably looked at every female of any age he encountered the same way. George was dressed like Harry, except his shirt buttoned down the front and he was wearing it open plan so you could see a lot of his chest.

His wife Carole was a lush buxom good-looking woman, younger by a few years, I judged. She looked at me like she wanted to undress me. She was auburn headed, hair up in a deliberately untidy knot on top of her head held in place by an elaborate pin of some kind. Her dress was white, tight, short with a scooped bodice. The kind that was cut low from each shoulder, then a curve to cover the boob, a low plunge in the middle and repeated on the other side. Her bosom was too large for the bodice. So you saw a lot of breast from the side and I never saw her nipples, but it was a near thing, especially whenever she leaned over. Carole did that a lot that evening. She looked at the men attending the party as if she was eager to undress them. I'd call her predatory.

Once everybody invited was there, George made a little speech welcoming us. Then he explained where the booze was, where the bathrooms were and that the pool heater was broken so the water was cold. He said the snack-food would be delivered shortly and everybody should enjoy themselves.

"Hello, young lady," said a pleasant male voice. I looked around. It was Max Shell, my thesis advisor. We chatted for a few minutes about nothing. Then I got tired of never seeing Max's eyes because he was mostly staring at my boobs. He was like that in the office, too. He never put a move on me, he'd just stare at my chest the whole time we were meeting.

I scanned for Harry and saw him with a couple I didn't recognize. I sauntered over. Halfway across the patio, Harry saw me coming and smiled. I put a tiny extra bit of hip into my walk, which he saw and gave me a wider smile. "Jack and Mary, this is my good friend, Alice." We'd discussed how to label each other. I said he could call me his fuck toy if he wanted. Harry laughed but he wasn't amused. I wanted to call him my best pussy plugger, but that didn't go over well either. So we settled on good friends.

Mary and Jack seemed like nice folks. Both shared the intimate space around them and after a few minutes they wandered off to the bar and we were accosted by Leon. Leon had his arm draped dangerously around the bare shoulders of a young woman whose name I forget. Time was moving and I was on my third whiskey and soda. He may never have actually introduced us. Leon's hand swung just over the woman's right breast. When he curled his fingers in, they touched her tit. He wasn't quite grabbing her, just brushing over her. She didn't seem to mind.

"This is Harry and Alice," Leon said with a big smile. "You remember. The couple I was telling you about on the way here."

"Oh, sure," she said. She smiled at Harry and her pink tongue came out and slid over her lower lip. She was modestly dressed, although in a while strapless summer dress, there was something about the way she held herself and looked at men that cried out slut. I stepped slightly away, signaling that while I was with Harry, I wasn't defending my territory against all attacks. I wanted to see her in a little action. I'm always observing the dance of lust, never too experienced not to pick up some new techniques. The girl stepped closer and smiled up at Harry. She put one slender white hand on his chest, probably gauging how elevated his heart rate was getting. Her fingers curled slightly and I was willing to bet her nails were making an impression on Harry's skin. I excused myself then to find a bathroom. The nearest one, just off the kitchen was empty and it smelled of recent sex.

By the time I stepped back on the patio, Leon and his companion were gone and Harry was surrounded by several unattached women hanging on his story. He was clearly enjoying the attention so I captured another plastic glass filled with delicious whiskey and stood near the end of the pool. The food had been laid out and there was a good deal of circulation. I discovered that some of these faculty guys had no hesitation about violating others space. There were people talking intimately with heads very close together and more than one guy paused behind me to offer the possible enticements of his crotch by sliding his pants front across my hip in the crowd surge. I was getting a little horny. A woman I didn't recognize stood with her back half turned to me and reached one hand around behind her to rub my fanny. At first I thought it was a mistake, but when neither of us moved away, she did it again, this time sliding one finger between my cheeks. There were lots of people close by so I don't think anyone saw her move on me, but you never know.

I was just getting into the moment when her escort took her away. I never saw either of their faces. Harry showed up then and put one friendly paw on my shoulder. I turned my head so I could take his forefinger in my mouth. I only held it for a moment, but I caught a couple of appreciative glances from folks nearby. "Having fun, babe?" I asked him

"Yep. You are doing worlds of good for my maleness quotient," he said. "Apparently the word that you and I are together is getting around and females of this herd are deciding I must still be able to get it up."

I laughed out loud and turned into him. I pressed myself full length against Harry and slid one knee up beside his leg. You've undoubtedly seen the kind of picture in ads. A happy romantic couple enjoying a quick body contact. Harry automatically reciprocated. I could tell he was startled and I let go. I didn't yet know how he felt about public displays of affection. But that's all it was, even though my breasts had raised up so my nipples, now at attention, became unencumbered by my bra and showed nice points through the fabric of my dress.

I saw our host standing nearby with his hand familiarly on the hip of a woman who was definitely not his wife. This woman was taller than George and wore a very revealing floor-length gown. She had long coal black hair that hung straight to her waist. Her hair concealed her breasts which were barely contained in two black straps that ran from the waistband of her skirt up her body and around her neck. The straps gapped dangerously whenever she moved very much and I saw her tuck one nicely shaped boob back behind the fabric. She probably had to do that a lot, when she wore that thing. Not to give a false impression, but she was the most flamboyantly dressed female present.

This was no orgy, although I did see a little mild hanky panky here and there; a man and woman embracing in the shadows. He had a hand on her ass. A woman sitting on a fellow's lap near the bar. There was a lot of traffic around them and they talked to people in an animated fashion, but I could tell she was being careful to keep his package centered on her butt. I presumed part of his package was pressing up between her cheeks and her animation was in part to keep him excited and attentive. He wasn't likely to move her off his lap while he was sporting a tent in his jeans, was he.

A great scream and a splash drew my attention to the pool. A woman I didn't recognize had fallen, been pushed, or jumped into the pool. No problem, apparently, except when she stood up facing the crowd, the water had made her dress totally transparent, along with the wisp of panty under it. There she was, slightly inebriated, with her entire body on display. She wasn't shaved and she had nice perky tits.

Naturally, some gallant if soused young man threw off most of his clothes and dove in to "rescue" the woman who started giggling with her hands over her face. The guy waded toward her, but his hard-on soon found the opening in his boxers and led the way. He took her from behind by the shoulders and there was little doubt where his erection went. It sort of startled the woman who twisted around and grabbed the guy around his neck. That slapped his erection to one side until she plastered herself against his front with a little side-to-side hip motion and his erection disappeared between them.

Embarrassed sounding giggles and other, even obscene, remarks came from the watchers. I found Harry's hand in mine as we watched the two struggle to the shallow side of the pool and the ladder. Getting out of the water without revealing more of themselves was going to be a problem, until someone arrived with a large bath towel and wrapped them both as the rose up the ladder. The crowd went back to drinking and talking and discreetly pawing each other. A little while later Harry and I left.

"So, was our first social event a success or a dud?" I asked Harry as we drove home.

"I'm relieved. There were a few comments and I know some of my ex-colleagues made unkind remarks, but I certainly felt as accepted as always. How about you?"

I reached across and unzipped Harry's pants. "Envy, admiration, acceptance are what I found." I inserted my hand into Harry's fly and found his soft penis. I began to stroke it slowly and gently. He shifted slightly to give me more room to work. Some work. Almost the best kind.

"Envy," he repeated. "Yes there was some of that. You're a good looker and I have to confess I'm more than a little please to have you by my side."

"And in your bed," I murmured. I continued my stroking and added a few touches to the sensitive area just behind his scrotum. Harry never got a full erection before we got home, but he did come, grunting softly and flexing his butt muscles. I got a tissue and cleaned him off just as we reached the driveway.

We went to bed and dreamed of erotic high-jinks to come. At least, I did.



Memories of Harry Ch. 06



"I have a new toy," Harry announced entering the house.

I remember thinking how hot and close it was. No breeze, the summer sun was relentless and the temperature was in the low nineties. The basement was the coolest place in the house. I was going to have to get on Harry's case about air conditioning, even if we only used it a few times in the year.

"A new toy. I like your toy just as it is," I said, stepping up close and squeezing his package. "Although I must admit when it's larger, I get even more pleasure from it." Harry was wearing shorts that didn't leave much to the imagination. He'd been gone all morning and I was a little surprised that he was so casually dressed. I squeezed him again and tried inserting my hand up one leg. Not enough room to make contact with the objects of my immediate attention. I could see his pecker starting to respond, but he gently held me away.

"Now, stop, Alice, I want to show you my new camera. I've made the move to digital. Look." He unboxed a shiny little device. Not being stupid or unaware, I recognized it right off as a small but very flexible digital camera.

"Cute. We can take it on our next vacation." We hadn't yet been on a vacation as a couple, but so what?

"Yes, but I want to take some pictures around here as well. Some....he paused and looked me in the face. That's what he usually did when he wasn't certain of my reaction. "Pictures of you."

"Well, sure, that's okay with me. Anytime, love." What was I thinking?

In hindsight, I hadn't been thinking much about what that meant. Anytime? Naturally we had a computer in the house. Two, actually. His and hers. Harry's was hooked to the Internet and almost always on. We'd checked out a few adult sites, of course we had. Harry liked to remind me that one could always learn things, even if most of the content was crap.

After supper Harry and I had a serious discussion about heat and comfort and agreed we needed to get at least an air conditioner for the bedroom. I was in the shower, tepid water streaming down. I like showers. One of my favorite things when I was a kid was when I could take a shower out behind the cabin my folks rented of a summer. I usually tried to shower naked, even though my mom sort of scolded me about that. Anyway I was showering, just standing there, fingers sort of wandering over my body. I'd already checked my boobs for lumps. 

I thought I heard the bathroom door open and close. We have a glass walled shower with a door. No tub. Since I had my back to the door and my eyes closed, it turned out Harry managed to get three top-down snaps of me before I noticed the flash through my eyelids. I whipped around, which is what he was waiting for. Flash.

"Hey, buster, what are you doing?" Like I didn't know.

"You did say anytime. Come closer." Harry held the camera up to his face. I stepped closer. Flash. "Even closer."

So I went closer and pressed my breasts against the glass. Flash. "Stay like that," he said. I thought his voice was a little hoarse. "Can you get closer, um?"

I wasn't sure what he wanted but I cocked my hips toward him. Now I have a prominent pubic bone, which is nice for all sorts of games, so by spreading my thighs a little, I could get my pussy on the glass too. Flash.

"Now turn around and stick your bottom against the glass," he said. He was getting into the whole scene. So was I.

"Okay, but just remember, if these pictures show up on the Internet, I'll have your ass. The other thing to remember, is that turn about is fair play." I spun around and backed away so my butt cheeks were no longer touching the glass. I was getting some ideas for my own personal use of the new toy, and I don't mind remembering that being photographed liked this was a bit of a turn on. I squeezed some suds on my back and wiggled my butt at him.

Later we were sprawled out on our playground, the new king sized bed. I had on a very thin cotton camisole and no pantries. Harry was under-dressed in a pair of black cotton bikini shorts that nicely displayed his cock and balls. We usually slept nude, but sometimes, for obvious reasons, that wasn't a good idea.

Harry had dragged the laptop to the bedroom and we were looking at some of his recent photo efforts. "I really like some of these semi-silhouette images. There's something about the partially revealed human form that can be really erotic."

"Turns you on?" asked Harry.

"You bet. Most women I know aren't as stimulated by looking at pictures of porn as you guys are, but I am. The other thing is I think I'm a little bit exhibitionistic. It excites me to know guys I don't know are checking out my body." I put my fingers lightly on Harry's soft cock through the fabric.

"Hmm, I have an idea. Don't go 'way." Harry rolled over and left the room. I stretched out on my back and opened my legs. I must have dozed off because the next thing I remember was Harry kneeling at the end of the bed and seeing the camera flash go off. He was shooting pictures right up into my exposed crotch. It gave me an instant tingle in my erotic center.

I splayed my knees a little farther and slowly bent my knees. 

"Put your hand down there," he said.

I split my legs farther and dropped one hand to my pussy. I was getting into the whole scene. "Not so wide," he said. "I want to frame the image with your knees and thighs." He took my hand, the one in my crotch and moved it down a little. Then he curled my fingers so my hand looked relaxed, the tips of my fingers just resting over my clit and the inner folds of my cunt. More flashes.

"Makin' me hot," I whispered.

Harry pushed my knees together a little and shot more pictures of my well-trimmed pussy. "I need to figure out a way to change the lighting," he said. These full-flash shots are one thing, but some subtle lighting would change the mood. I think I'll enlarge some of these in black and white."

"Are you through, sweetie?" I sat up and pulled my feet up to my butt. It caused my pussy to gap open a little as I knew very well. Harry continued to stare at the juncture of my thighs, but his look wasn't lustful. He reached one hand forward and touched the long ridge of tendon that showed on either side when I sat like that. I arched my back and pulled the camisole over my head. Then I laid back down. My crotch was starting to cramp so I slid my legs back together.

Harry didn't notice. He was staring at my nipples. Flash. Then he slid up the bed and came closer. Peering through the viewfinder he pointed the camera at my left nipple. More flash. I slid one finger over my breast which was flattened a little, even though I have pretty perky tits, if I do say so. I tapped my nipple.

"Kiss it, Harry. It wants a little lovin'. Suck it, baby." I loved having my tits sucked. Harry knew that. Most men don't spend anywhere near enough time on women's breasts. Some of my girl friends say they get more enjoyment from having their tits fondled and loved than they do from fucking. I ran my forefinger over my left nipple again.

"Keep it dry," he said, "for now." Then he leaned forward and blew a soft breath on it and kissed it gently. Zing. My nipples responded like good soldiers and stood right up. I have nice nipples, if I do say so. They are pink and round and just the right size and sensitivity for my good lover Harry.

Flash. And again. Now from the side, now from below. He set the camera on my right breast and pointed it at my left one. "Hold still," he murmured. I held my breath. Flash. I realized I was getting wet, leaking a little moisture from my pussy.

Harry was peering at the camera display of the pictures he'd just taken. He was lying cross-wise to me with his head on my naked belly. Suddenly he stopped and sniffed. He raised up a little and sniffed again. Then he turned his head and smiled at me. He could smell me. My turned on odor. The smell of desire, of sex. He set the camera aside, saying, "Gets you a little hot, doesn't it."

He put two fingers to my pussy and commenced to stroke and love me there. After a very few minutes of that, my hips started to rise off the bed to meet his fingers. He slid those fingers into my vagina.

I groaned and gasped, grabbing my tits and squeezing. "Ohhh God that feels so good."

Harry rotated his fingers and curled them slightly to press against the walls of my love canal. "Ohhh, shit, Harry. I'm commming." And I did, hard, against his hand.



Memories of Harry Ch. 07



The next day, Harry planned to do some work on a book he was writing, but our experiences with the new digital camera had distracted him.

Now, I was no stranger to being photographed. My folks had a camera. I had albums of the family while I was growing up. In college one night after some party, when I was living off-campus with four other girls we went a little crazy. I think it was Halloween. We were a tipsy—okay some of were smashed—when we got home and took a bunch of pictures of us fooling around, kissing, grab ass. Stuff like that. One of the girls from across the hall ran in and dropped her towel in front of the camera. We had some partly nude, mostly out of focus, badly framed shots of tits and asses and so forth. Just like a lot of the stuff you see on the Internet today from webcams.

I also had a few professional studio shots that showed a bit of cleavage or leg. Some swimsuit stuff. Nothing you couldn't show to your ancient grandmother.

Harry had a big old film camera and he did tabletop and nature scenes, many of which were hanging on his walls. At breakfast I could see he was still thinking about last night. Besides, he said so.

"You're not working today, right? Can we go down to the lake and try some outdoor pictures?"

Hey, I was up for it. "Of me? What shall I wear?"

"I dunno. It's hot so just shorts and a tube top I guess."

The lake in town used to be part of the river, until the river changed course so it, the lake, is a long fat curve. One end is real near the edge of town, the other is a couple of miles away.. There are parks and beaches in a couple of places. We drove to the far end where there are no real county parks, just clearings and some small natural beaches at the edge of the water. We had to thrash through bushes and tangles of high weeds to get to one that we found. But it was quiet when we got there about noon. 

It was too quiet. There was no breeze and the sun was hot. In no time we were both sweating a lot. Plus Harry wasn't too happy with the light. But we soldiered on. He took some full body shots of me in shorts and my top. Then I took my top off and then my bottom. I made Harry take his shorts off so I could get some pictures of his cute ass and his gonads. His cock was limp and hung down over his balls. I tried a couple of closeups but he caught me and covered up. We were quite relaxed and having a good time. Fortunately we'd brought some bottled water along.

I took a big mouthful or water and leaned over and spit it on Harry's crotch. He jumped and I giggled. "I suppose now you want some pictures of us making love on the sand," I said. "Too bad there's no sand."

"No picture taker, either," he said. We'd already tried to make some pictures of our sex times, but it was too awkward what with framing the shot and then setting the timer and jumping into position. Too much to think about.

"We need a photographer," I said after one unsuccessful session.

Harry looked at me. I knew from that look he'd already thought of that.

"I bet Leon would be up for it," I said and started grinning. I just couldn't help it.

"Leon," said Harry. "Yeah, he'd do it in a heartbeat." Then he looked at me and laughed too.

I was sprawled on the weeds at the edge of the lake, sitting on my butt with my hands on the ground behind me. Not very graceful. Harry was a few steps away, fooling with the camera bag.

"Oh!" said a stranger's voice. "Excuse me. I didn't realize anyone was here." His voice kind of trailed off as he came closer and saw me, naked on the ground. He was young, one of the undergraduates who'd stayed in town for the summer, I figured. I squinted up at him. The sun was behind him so I couldn't see him too well. But I could tell from the way his face was turned down, he was staring at my body.

I didn't try to cover myself. Too late anyway. Harry stood up then, which startled the guy. I guess he hadn't noticed Harry. I think Harry forgot he was naked because he turned and started toward the guy, casual as you please, saying, "Sorry, we're using this beach now."

The guy looked and Harry told me later his mouth fell open and he sort of gulped. He turned and started away and said, "Sorry, you guys. Have fun then."

I giggled and tried to keep from laughing out loud. Harry looked at me and smiled. Then he had me go wade into the water up to my ass. We took a bunch of poses some in profile, some with my tits sort of outlined against the water. It was fun, and a hell of a lot cooler than before, but the mud felt icky.

On the way home Harry said, "I was a little surprised. That kid showing up didn't seem to bother you."

"You mean because I didn't try to cover up?"

Harry nodded. "He'd seen me, all of me, so it didn't seem important."

"Maybe you're turning into an exhibitionist," Harry said.

Weeks passed. Summer came to an end and it got cooler, thank God. Harry worked on his book and took a lot of pictures. Not just of me, of birds and flowers and weeds and just stuff. He'd spend hours at the computer transferring them and changing them with some picture program he had. I'd ask him about it and he'd shrug and say he was practicing and experimenting. I worked my regular days and had lunch with Gloria.

We got the air conditioner installed in the bedroom. They put it in the wall, not the window. That was a good deal and it perked up our sex life. Now we had sex at different times whenever we felt like it. Harry was getting more flexible in his attitudes. As he got more experience he wanted to try more positions. He was a good lover, like I said before, just not very experienced. But he learned fast.

One day after school had started, he came home from somewhere and announced he's sent off the draft of the book he was working on to his editor, so he had more time on his hands. Then he looked at me across the dining room table where we were having supper.

"I went by the art department today. They are looking for models for both the figure classes and for the photo club. Maybe you'd be interested in doing some modeling?"

I looked at Harry and saw that little gleam in his eye that said he wasn't telling me everything. "What else, sport? What's the rest of it?"

He smirked. I'd caught him again. "Well, I was talking with Elena, the art teacher? And I remembered you weren't freaked out when that guy showed up at the lake."

"So you thought I wouldn't mind taking my clothes off for a bunch of horny people in a classroom, is that it?

"Not exactly. She just mentioned that it was hard to get models who were comfortable in front of strangers who had to stare at them to draw or paint the human body. So I offered. And I signed us both up."

"I don't know about this, Harry. You know I love being naked around you and I don't have many inhibitions in private. But this makes me nervous." I flashed back to when I was in college my freshman year. One of my roommates was an older girl who modeled for the art classes in that college. She was pretty plain with an ordinary figure, but she had great hands. So she modeled for several classes. Thing was, during her break times between classes she'd have an hour or two or for lunch. So we'd meet on campus or she'd just walk around dressed in a long tan raincoat and rubber boots. People who saw her thought she was weird. She was, a little. But I knew why she always wore the raincoat buttoned all the way up. That's all she had on. Just the raincoat and the boots. The Dean would have freaked if he'd known. She went all over the campus during the day, naked except for that raincoat. Once I saw her stop and say something to the college president.

"Wait just a mo, here." I got up and went and plunked down on his lap, hanging my feet on either side of his chair. I put my arms on his shoulders and squirmed my butt on his lap until I could just tell he was getting the point. Or I was starting to. Get his point.

"Wait a minute. You just said both of us. You signed up both of us. So tell, what's the rest of the story?"

Finally Harry revealed all. And while he did I nodded, and bounced a little and squirmed a little until I started to feel a little damp in the crotch. And of course, Harry's cock was responding.

"I asked her if they ever used more than one model. She said they had sometimes in the advanced classes, but that was rarely possible. So I said what about using us as a couple? Then we got to talking about the difference in our ages and all that meant. You know, how a body ages. The students would have a young woman's body and an old guy. Could be interesting. So then I showed her one of the nudes I did of you."

I groaned, but I knew I was interested. The idea of posing nude for art students was kind of intriguing. So was the thought of having Harry as part of the scene. Lots of possibilities. Right now, however, there were more immediate possibilities to interest us. One was Harry's fingers unbuttoning the shirt I was wearing so he could get at my breasts. The other was the growing banana under my butt that could only mean Harry's little fella was awake.

"So you signed us up. All right, I guess. When do we start?"

Next week," he muttered, raising his head from where his delicious mouth was doing exciting things to my nipple. Then he nipped me. I gasped and he flexed his butt under me. I raised up and reluctantly got off his lap. Now I could see the tent his cock was making in his pants. I thought we'd just go to bed but Harry had other ideas. He unzipped and whipped out his dong. I looked it in the eye. Eye was weeping just a bit. I bent over and sniffed it and was rewarded by more weeping. Now I could smell him. Yum yum!

While I was thus engaged, Harry's nimble fingers had hooked into the waistband of my shorts and skinned them right down my legs so I was bare from the waist down. While I stepped out of my shorts and panties, Harry slid one finger in my cunt and pulled gently. Then he stuck that finger in my mouth so I could taste myself. He knew I loved that. His other hand patted and smoothed my naked hip until I moved closer. I widened my legs and straddled him. Harry slid forward on the chair to give us more maneuvering room.

Then I inhaled a big gulp and ever so slowly sank down on his rampant prick. It slid unerringly and smoothly into my slick tunnel. I could feel every inch of it filling me up as I sank ever lower until our pubic bones pressed together. I wiggled my ass. Harry sighed and licked my nose. I arched my back and offered up my boobies, my tits. Harry took them one at a time in his mouth, sucking in a wonderful rhythm until I cried out in pleasure. My toes just touched the floor so I pushed up and down just a little. We weren't really fucking. He was all the way in me and the heat that rose from our joined bodies was incredible. My stomach rippled with the emotion I was experiencing.

Harry grunted again. When he flexed his butt and thigh muscles, it moved his prick in my vagina and I felt it as an extra thrill. After a few minutes he started alternating with the muscles of his butt from one side to the other. It imparted a sort of rolling motion. I started kegeling, clinching the muscles of my vagina and clasping his pecker in time to his rolls.

Our breath came in pants almost in unison. We kissed, long and gently, exploring the crevices of our mouths.

"Stop. Wait," Harry moaned at me. "I don't want to come yet."

So I stopped and he stopped and it was marvelous. It's hard to describe, but everybody who fucks should experience it. There's probably a word for it. We'd discovered it by accident. We thought maybe we could do this for an hour before climaxing in a total mind-blowing frenzy. So we stopped and just panted at each other. I wound my fingers in Harry's hair and pulled him against my breasts.

After a few minutes, I could feel him starting to soften inside me, so we commenced to gently rock and roll again. Soon he was hard and I had trouble slowing down and stopping. We were able to do that once more and then I couldn't take it any more. As he began to quiver and try to hold back I threw my head back and let loose a long moaning cry of pure pleasure. Clenching, clenching, rocking, rocking, and then Harry came in a rush of semen that I felt in my whole being. And then I came and came again and the world went a little fuzzy for a time. If he hadn't been holding me up, I would have fallen to the floor.

His come and my juices began to leak out around his softening cock. My thigh muscles were trembling and I felt tremors flashing through Harry.

"My God," he murmured. "We just get better and better at this."

I smiled a little. "Must be love, sweetheart, must be love."



Memories of Harry Ch. 08



Walking across campus to the art building, my mouth was a little dry. We were going to meet the art teacher, do the paperwork, releases were necessary, and do our first class, all in one afternoon. It was early fall but the days were really warm and lots of students were outside on the lawns.

Remembering my friend in college who had done some life modeling, I was wearing a loose skirt and no panties. My top was a big old blue chambray front-buttoning work shirt and no bra. Lines on the skin, you see. I remembered she'd said that artists and photographers didn't like lines from straps or waistbands.

I kept giving Harry sidelong glances. He was checking out the scenery. There was a lot of it. Most of the girls were wearing shorts, mini-skirts and tank or tube tops. I didn't mind. Hey, I was checking out the hot young dudes, a few shirtless. By now Harry and I were pretty comfortable with each other.

We'd had some serious talks. Heart to heart. Mostly when we were chest to boobies and cock to pussy. We both knew our relationship was finite. Unlike kids just starting out who though they'd live forever, we couldn't escape that Harry would probably die long before me. My view was I was gonna see that the rest of Harry's life was a real happy time and I was going to have fun too, as long as we lasted. Harry agreed although I think he figured I'd get tired of him before he kicked off.

These little heart to heart talks almost always ended in mutual orgasms. Whooo!

Speaking of which, we passed one couple entwined on the lawn beside the path who must have been pretty close to their own orgasms. I don't think they were actually fucking, but one of the girl's big tits was hanging out for all to see and both had a hand in each other's crotches.

So we got to the art department and found Elena the art instructor. She was a tall voluptuous Scandinavian type with big hips. Her hands were enormous. She could easily get them around my waist and maybe around Harry's. "This will be fabulous," she crowed clapping her hands. "We've never had two models for a session. This class is part of the adult continuing education course. So there is a range of talent, and of ages. We have graduate students as well as people from the community."

I looked at Harry. He'd flinched a little when she said 'from the community.' I was going to ask him about it but Elena said we were running late so would we please change into the robes in the dressing room. We did and I grinned to discover that Harry was sporting a half-woody. "You old fart, this is turning you on, isn't it?"

He slapped at my reaching fingers. "It's just your hot young ass that's getting to me," he retorted. Smiling, we went into the studio. There were about fifteen easels set up in a rough semicircle around a posing bench. It's a common prop, a small padded bench with two levels of seat. This one had a small back attached to one end. Elena took Harry by the hand and had him half recline on the bench with his right leg bent at the knee and his right arm outstretched and resting on his knee. Harry was still in his robe. She posed me reclining against Harry's chest, my back to him, my head resting just under his chin. His legs were apart so I lay against his groin as well. I was to cross my upper arm just under my bosom and my other arm lay at my side in total relaxation, fingers half curled. We tried the pose and I could feel that Harry's partial erection had gone away.

"Okay, I think that's got it. Now lets lose the robes."

I stood up and turned my back to the students, whipped off the robe and handed it to Elena. Her eyes roamed my body and I could tell she liked what she saw. When Harry removed his robe she hardly glanced at him. He assumed his position and I pivoted toward the class and suddenly realized that my mouth was dry. Being naked in a group of frolicking also naked friends was a whole lot different from standing in the buff before several pairs of intently staring eyes of people who intended to put my form on canvas. I was nervous. My nipples reacted as if I'd touched them with an ice cube. I had a sudden desire to touch myself as I sank down onto my lover's nude body. I didn't.

Elena put her hands on me and adjusted my legs and my arm, brushing against one of my breasts as she did so. Harry reached under me and moved his cock to one side, presumably so I wouldn't squeeze him too hard. Elena stepped back and addressed the class. "Now remember. This time it's not interpretative. You want to reproduce the models and the pose as closely as possible. Almost as if you were making a photograph."

Time passed and the only sounds in the room were soft murmurs from Elena as she commented on one or another drawing and the soft scratching sounds of the students' drawing instruments. Then we took a break. I asked Elena if we could see the drawing but she shook her head saying that the individual artists would decide after another couple of sessions.

After the break we resumed our positions and I realized that Harry had eased his left arm, which was first draped over my bare shoulder, down a little so his fingers touched my breast. And now he was very subtly flicking one finger over my nipple. He was careful, always to never move when the instructor was looking our way. His teasing was having an effect. That nipple was hardening, rising, and I knew that Elena and the students could see it. Damn him.

His teasing began to have another effect that I could feel in the small of my back, right above the crack of my ass. After the break, when we had resumed out position, I'd settled a little higher on Harry so his cock rested right at the very top of the crease between my buttocks. Now he was starting to get an erection. Since his cock was pointing down, its tip began to tickle my nerves right there. I figured he was doing it deliberately, sending a messenger from his body to mine. He already knew how sensitive my anus was.

More teasing. I squirmed a little, pushing my body up on Harry a few millimeters at a time. Harry's cock didn't get much thicker when it rose up seeking pussy, but it got a little longer. Guys are different, just like we women. Some cocks get thicker and no longer, others the opposite. Harry got longer. Not much, but enough so it was worth taking into account in certain circumstances, like now.

His cock got longer and harder. I could feel his breathing change. Hell, I was consciously trying to avoid panting out loud now. Pre-cum leaked out of his pecker. I was surprised I could feel it. His finger bapped my nipple. I heard a reaction from a student. There was a ripple of sound from outside the studio and I realized that classes were changing.

"All right, class. We'll continue tomorrow with these two, but let's show some appreciation for this lovely couple." Everybody applauded briefly. If Elena's words carried a hidden meaning, I doubted the class noticed. I had a different problem. As I began to shift off Harry's lap, I had to be careful not to crush him. I didn't want to damage that equipment that gave me so much pleasure, did I? And I didn't want to expose Harry to an embarrassing scene. I pivoted on one knee and stood up with my back to the students and grabbed my robe off the floor. Harry's cock rose from his crotch and pointed at me. I opened my robe as I got off the posing bench to shield him. Harry stood up and instead of putting on the robe, he just held it in front of him to conceal his erection.

"Thanks for covering up," Elena said, referring to our little maneuver. "This class isn't ready for that kind of bodily reaction. It won't be a problem for the evening class. They're older and more mature. In fact," Elena paused and looked at us, "you might want to think about posing with some level of eroticism for them, at some time." She gave me a sidelong glance and then left us to dress.

"I think she's attracted to you," Harry murmured as we made our way back outside. "How do you feel about that?"

More to the point, how do you feel about it?" I asked. "I'm okay. I mean, I'm not particularly interested in having sex with her, but I can't help but like that she approves of my body."

"Have you ever?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, a couple of times early in college. It was nice, as I recall, but nothing to write home about."

Harry laughed. "You probably wouldn't have even it had been great. I asked because it's another aspect of sex I know little about. I mean I've watched some lesbian sex on tape, but I've never talked to a lesbian about her emotions during sex. And why women instead of men."

"I get it," I said. "Now, what time do we have to be back here for the adult class?" It turned out we had almost four hours, time for a drink, a little nosh and even a quick roll in the hay. It was quicker than I wanted because Harry came too fast. We just weren't in synch that afternoon, but it led to an interesting connection.

At seven we were back in the basement studio, lying naked together in a similar pose. There was a bigger group of students this time and right away it was obvious they were more comfortable with our nakedness. I have to describe the pose. Harry was lying on his back with one leg bent at the knee and his head back on the top of the bench. I was half-lying on him so my hip and fanny were more prominent. The instructor posed me with lots of hand contact, pushing my legs this way and that, moving my arms. Finally she was satisfied. I was curled on Harry's body with my head down, resting on him just where his belly button was. That put my face just inches from his cock. It was a nice view, one I'd enjoyed many times in our relationship. Harry was a little uncomfortable, being that exposed, at least at first. I could tell that from the side, my thighs were closed and pushing my sex back so it was exposed under my fanny.

Things went along the usual way for about forty minutes. The poses were comfortable so we weren't experiencing any serious muscle cramps. This group of artists was more vocal, they chattered among themselves and the instructor talked louder. But then Harry started to get an erection.

I admit, I was a little complicit. I started breathing a little harder and pursing my lips when I exhaled. I knew from past experience that Harry liked that feeling and when I saw his cock start to react, I blew a little harder. After a few minutes of this teasing, Harry was half hard and one of the artists complained. "I can't get the penis quite right. It keeps moving."

There were giggles and another woman said, "I'm finding it more interesting, not less."

Elena said, "Sketch faster, or wait a few minutes and work on other parts of their bodies."

A man I couldn't see said, "I'm just going to sketch the genitals, so I guess I'll wait for what develops."

Now there was some general laughter and the first woman said, "yeah, me too, half-mast doesn't quite make it, to my mind."

"I don't think your mind is where that cock is aimed."

Elena laughed and reminded the class that they were supposed to be serious about their art. There were some snorts and Harry's cock continued to rise. It was almost at full tilt and although he didn't have a massive penis, it was nicely modeled and the veins stood out in the lighting from above. Complimentary murmurs floated around and a voice whispered, "Kiss it."

At first I wasn't sure if I'd heard it or if my mind was talking to me. But then the voice came a little louder and I could tell that several people in the class had heard it. I started to get wet, and I heard the man behind us on the far right edge of the room exhale. He had the best straight on view of my pussy and my fanny. I curled my head just a little lower and opened my lips. The room got silent and I could almost feel the concentrated attention. Would I kiss that offering? I was getting hot, both emotionally and actually. Sweat trickled down my armpit and my sex was getting damper. Harry mumbled something, but he increased the pressure from his arm so I figured he wasn't exactly unhappy. His cock twitched.

I opened my lips a little more and stuck my tongue out. The tip of my tongue touched his tip and the little eye in the end of his cock. His lubricating fluid was building up and a tiny string swayed between his cock and the tip of my tongue . It was very fragile and didn't last long but while it was there, glistening, in the overhead light, I could tell most of the eyes in the room were fixed right there, on the end of Harry's cock. I thought it was great. Then the gossamer thread broke and so did the mood.

"Okay, class, let's give these folks a break. Fifteen minutes and then we'll try a different pose."

I rolled up on my knee and stood. I didn't try to shield Harry this time and when he sat up, he didn't seem embarrassed at all. I leaned down and kissed his nose.

"Nice," he whispered. "Can we look at what they're doing?" Elena was standing next to us, rubbing her hand on my shoulder and she nodded. So we got up and Harry stretched to work out a little stiffness in his shoulder and I was surprised he didn't reach for the robe. Instead he smiled and put his arm around my bare shoulder and dressed like Adam and Eve, we walked out of the light and around the semi-circle so we could see what the students were doing. They were all working with charcoal or pencil so the images were quick element studies.

The first one was the man way to the right and behind me. His last sketch was just my fanny and hips and of course, my pussy, which he'd exaggerated quite a bit, especially my inner lips. When I stopped by his easel he grinned and said, "I guess I' imagining what your lips will do when you get excited and are approached by a big penis."

"I guess you are," I smiled, "but I think it would be hard to walk if my pussy was actually as big as you've drawn. But you sure caught the glisten from when I leaked."

"It was hot," he said. "I know you guys are in a relationship, but if you ever want a threesome, I'd love a chance to eat you out."

I was surprised at his bluntness. I checked Harry but he was already looking at the next easel. One of the women was still working at her pad. She'd caught Harry's cock at full erection and she was enhancing the play of light. I wasn't in the picture at all. I noticed that she was also checking Harry out from this much closer position. I thought she was about to take hold of his now almost flaccid pecker, but he smiled and we moved on.

We had some water and Elena came back into the room with several students. They'd been talking in the hallway outside the class. "I want to ask you all something, including our models. Several of us would like to sketch something that's even more erotic if you all agree, especially our models, because this pose would mean sexual touching, and for it to be most effective, you'll have to keep Harry in an aroused state for several minutes."

Everybody stopped and looked at us. I looked at Harry and he sort of shrugged and said, "I'm willing if you are."

Elena smile and clapped her hands. "Great!" Jon, we need the big throne from the prop room. He went out and got this big old wooden arm chair and they put it in place of the bench. Then they put some old blankets over it to pad it. Harry sat in the chair and they put a pillow behind his back. That way his balls hung right at the edge of the seat. Elena placed me on a pillow on the floor between Harry's knees. I was half-turned so there was a nice set of curves from my shoulder down along my hip and leg to my feet. I rested my head on Harry's naked thigh with my head right by his crotch. My right arm was under my head along his thigh and my other hand was placed so I could hold his cock in my left hand. Except for the way Elena positioned my legs, I'd given Harry head on several occasions from that very position.

"Now, Alice, you have to get him erect and keep him that way for as long as possible. But you can't shift your position and you can't be too active with your hands."

"Can I use my tongue?" I asked. Harry snorted.

"I'd rather you didn't, this time. At least not after he's got it up."

So I leaned in and kissed his penis. Then I ran my tongue around the head. I slid my left hand under his balls and tickled him. I knew that would get a reaction. I was right. Harry's instructions were to just passively watch me work on him with his back straight and his head bowed toward me. Having an audience helped. I didn't even have to stick a finger in his ass. In short order Harry's six and a half inches was sticking proudly out parallel to the floor and bobbing gently up and down.

I put my head in place on his thigh and winked at him. He was grinning and trying hard not to laugh. It was erotic and funny at the same time, and got more so as the time went on. Every so often I'd see him start to sag a little and I'd wiggle the fingers of my left hand. They were nestled in his crotch at the base of his cock. I could squeeze him and make tiny back and forth motions just the way I sometimes did when his cock was inside me.

After about a half hour, I figured most of the students had at least a couple of studies and I was starting to get a little bored so I decided to play a little game. The next time Harry's cock sagged a little, I pumped him up a little more than necessary. Of course that mean after I stopped, he'd come down a little quicker. So I'd have to pump him a little harder. I was very careful, but we both knew that it wouldn't be too long before he'd ejaculate, if I kept going as I was.

"So what time is it, lover?" I whispered. He could see the clock on the wall but I couldn't. 

"It's close to ten, almost time to go. Or come." He grinned.

So I jacked him a little harder the next time and I could tell he was trying to keep from exploding. But of course, men can never completely control it when they get close to that edge. So I made a big O with my lips and wiggled my tongue in that erotic way I have. At the same time I squeezed and jacked his penis a little harder. It was beautiful. Harry inhaled suddenly and grunted loud enough so everybody heard. Then he gushed out a really nice thick gout of sperm. He got me on the cheek with the first spasm. Then he had two more, smaller ones that ended on my bare chest. It was a pretty impressive performance for the old guy, and I could tell he was actually pleased.

So were the students. There were a couple of gasps and what sounded to me like one of the women came right after Harry did. Didn't surprise me. Fluid was running down my crotch. I was aroused and wanted a prick inside me right then. But of course now I'd have to wait for Harry to recover. The class broke up then and we left. It was dark, rambling across campus. So I had a little fun with Harry. I stripped off my shirt and posed under a street light halfway across campus.

I stuck my hand in his pocket and played with his balls. I talked loudly and told him how hot I was and how much I wanted him. Harry's a good sport and he was just a little embarrassed, afraid we're run into Leon or one of his old colleagues. But we didn't. I took his hand and stuck it in my pants, but it was hard to keep walking that way.

"C'mon, babe, I'm hot. I want your body. Why won't you fuck me?" I was deliberately talking too loud. Harry had given up trying to shush me. He just hurried on. I had to trot to keep up. "C'mon, baby," I whined again. "I need you to fuck me right now."

From a dark clump of bushes, a few feet off the path a deep male voice said, "If he won't do it, I will," followed by an immediate sound of a hand smacking flesh. Then giggles. Harry and I trotted a little faster toward home and our big bed.



Memories of Harry Ch. 09



Harry admitted to me he kind of got off on posing for the class. I'd noticed that summer he began spending more time working out at the Y. Of course I accused him of really going to the gym because he could ogle all those cute college girls in tight leotards. He admitted that was true but he'd also decided he wanted to feel better about the way he looked. I knew that if he was in better shape he'd be a better lover and he'd probably live longer. Sometimes when we talked about death—not often, Harry would smile at me and say his dream was to die in the midst of an orgasm with me.

Exercise, good for the soul and good for other activities. I mean let's face it, we'd already been unsuccessful in our attempts to have sex in some unusual positions, mainly because Harry wasn't as flexible as he used to be. Now I didn't care, you understand, if we didn't try every possible position anybody had ever thought up, but Harry insisted that he wanted to try lots before he shuffled off.

I was game, of course I was, but at the same time there were some things I just wasn't going to try. Bungee jumping in the nude while having sex, for example. Go ahead, have a ball, but not me. I'll just watch. Another thing I put the kibosh on was nude skydiving and sex. I have this mortal fear of heights. I don't even like flying commercially all that much. So when Harry's friend Leon (yes, THAT Leon) started in on how much he enjoyed jumping out of little airplanes one afternoon when we were all drinking too early and too much, I saw how Harry started to show some interest. Then Leon's woman friend mentioned what a rush it was when they did it together. Skydiving, she meant.

I have to digress here for a moment. Leon was married. He had a nice wife whom both Harry and I liked, but the thing about Leon was, he also had multiple women friends who hung around. Or he hung around with them. Nobody ever seemed to mind, or question it. Including Leon's wife, at least not to us. Okay, then this girl, that was the other thing. All of Leon's women friends seemed to be buxom and young—younger even than me.

So anyway, this chick starts grinning and explaining what a rush it was to be strapped together and thrown out of an airplane at five thousand feet in the air. "So you were on Leon's back?" I asked. The boys were in the house getting another pitcher of Sangrias and we were in the sun on the patio.

"Oh no, face to face. The instructor wasn't too happy about that, but Leon insisted and showed how he had modified the harness."

"And this was your second or third jump, right?" She nodded. "But I assume you had clothes on, right?"

"Yeah, but we managed anyway." She grinned even wider.

It wasn't hard to figure what managing she was referring to. And then she explained even more. "Leon got an instant boner, right out of the plane. He says its my girls." She patted her prominent breasts as if they were puppies. "They are nice sized, don't you think? We went out and Leon just stuck his nose in my cleavage and his boner in my pants. Bang. It was such a rush. I think I came more than once."

I decided not to ask how high they were off the ground at that point. Harry and Leon came back then with the pitcher. Leon's friend smiled widely at them and she didn't move her hand away from her 'girls,' I noticed. I also noticed that the boys took notice. Then she got even more aggressive, tweaking her nipples through her top. I thought Leon was starting to pant and Harry was only a little more discreet. I had to admit the girl had me in the upstairs department. But as I may have mentioned, I'm well proportioned and I've caused more than one undergraduate to spill his drink when I lean forward over the table while wearing in a low-cut blouse or sweater. But I told Harry, after Leon and his current friend took her girls away, that he could skydive with whom and in whatever dress or undress he cared to, I was not going to be a party to it.

I did ask him why he was so interested. After we kicked it around for a while, finally finishing 'way too many glasses of Sangria, what eventually came out was the exposure part of it, the risky behavior in public. Hmm. He hadn't been ready to jump me on the campus the night after we'd posed naked for the drawing class, but he'd thought about the attraction and it honed his interest which led to another adventure.

Since Harry had admitted that the idea of having sex with me where someone could see us was arousing in a way. So I set him up, without his knowing, of course. The next week we decided to go to a movie in a real honest-to-goodness movie theater. You know, with seats and a balcony and a big screen and popcorn. The movie theater in our town had become a racquetball club, but there was a theater in a town about ten miles away. Turned out to be a good thing. They showed B and C level features, an occasional soft-core skin flick and a lot of horror movies aimed at the pre-teen set.

So one evening we drove over and discovered they were showing a nineteen-forties era double feature. Black and White mystery stuff. The first feature was about half over when we got there. The place was half-empty and we found seats toward the back, just under the lip of the balcony. The short features between the main shows were both skin flicks. You've probably seen something like them. Buxom girls in bikini's romping around some beach and being ogled by a slime in the bushes who managed to mug the camera without anybody noticing. Then of course some of the girls somehow lose their tops. I was reminded of Leon's skyballing girlfriend. Eventually most of the girls are topless, the guy has been discovered and is now standing in a crowd of female flesh being told in no uncertain terms what a bad guy he is and how he'll be sorry. Naturally the actor playing the guy is being nudged on all sides by pneumatic female flesh and he gets to occasionally grab a breast as they slide by while leering at the camera.

The second feature was a dark, murky, convoluted detective story and I began to do what I'd brought Harry to the theater for, which wasn't to see these films. I had debated what to wear and settled for a front-buttoning short-sleeved shirt. My bra was strapless with a front clasp. That night I had on a light-weight summer skirt that almost made it to my ankles. Very demure, really, except I'd somehow managed to leave my panties on the bed at home. Tsk.

After the opening credits rolled, I put Harry's arm over my shoulder and moved closer so his hand was just resting on the upper curve of my breast. When I looked to my right, ahead about four rows and a few seats over, was a couple that clearly wasn't paying any attention to the action on the big screen. Harry had noticed them, I could tell, and when I slid my inside hand slowly up his thigh until it reached his crotch, he made no objection. In fact, it seemed to me he was getting a little excited. My fingers explored over the fly of his trousers and yes indeed, I got a reaction.

Harry glanced down at me and pressed down on my hand, a clear signal I could continue, if I so chose. I so chose. My fingers found the tang on his zipper and I slid it slowly down just far enough so I could insert my hand. It took a little manipulation but eventually I got his boxers out of the way enough so we had skin to skin contact. His cock was now just above half-hard, I judged.

He leaned over and kissed me. Our tongues gently explored familiar territory. While thusly engaged. Harry undid two buttons on my shirt. Since he was familiar with the bra I was wearing, I figured I'd just let him do his thing, but instead he gently pushed the material aside so my upper chest and cleavage was bared. I was a little surprised at my reaction. I'd been pawed and even partially disrobed in dark theaters in the past by some of my more aggressive dates, but it had been years and my body must have forgotten. Anyway, my nipples hardened and I developed a definite tingle in my lower body. It wasn't long before a certain dampness became apparent to me.

Harry leaned over again and ran his moist, warm, tongue into the valley between my breasts, and then slowly over each one, getting as close to the nipples as my bra would allow, which was pretty close. I gently squeezed his cock, now rising to its full state of hardness. But I didn't touch the tip. Not yet. I slouched down in my seat; this was a recently renovated hall and the seats were a little wider and better padded than some I'd been in. I propped my knees higher on the back of the vacant seat in front of me and let my skirt slide down my legs toward my middle. It didn't slide very far, just enough so Harry could see my knees. Since my knees weren't pressed together, I guess he figured I was giving him an invitation. He was correct.

Harry placed one warm palm on my left knee. He smirked at me in the gloom. We were paying at being teenagers on a movie date. With infinite deliberation he slid his hand along my thigh, pushing the fabric along with it. Minutes later my leg was bare, almost to my hip. Then Harry slid his fingers over my leg to reach the tender soft flesh of my inner thigh. He stopped there and we kissed, gently and softly and at length.

I was getting impatient, but Harry was apparently determined to drag the scene out. It took him a whole two minutes or so to inch his fingers high enough on my leg to discover I wasn't wearing any panties. When he got there, I could tell he was surprised and a little more excited. But he restrained himself admirably and for several minutes his fingers just caressed my thighs and then my outer labia. I was getting increasingly wet and I guess he decided he'd stalled long enough because the next thing I knew I got a jolt as one finger flicked across my clit, stimulating me even more. Hot dang!

Harry started a funky rhythm of flicking and manipulating my clit. We continued to kiss more and more passionately and my fingers tightened around his cock. I released his sweet member and pulled the zipper on his pants farther down to give myself more room to maneuver. That had the result of releasing his cock out of his fly. Now, anyone looking over the seats at us, would see Harry's cock with my fingers gently jacking him and would be able to figure out just where Harry's hand was and what he was doing to me.

We were still kissing and Harry gently slid one then two fingers into my pussy, still managing to flick my clit with his thumb. I was now rising to elevated levels of passion and I started to moan softly into my lover's mouth. My hips began to thrust against his hand and without thinking about it, my fingers tightened on Harry's rampant cock. I felt the fluids start to ooze down the head onto my hand.

There was a sudden clunk and a loud oh! from that couple a few rows ahead of us. Harry lifted his head and looked right into the face of a man standing next to us in our row. I glanced up and there was a couple of strangers in the next row. The woman was staring at us with her mouth open a little. She had her hand in pocket of the man beside her. The guy was grinning.

Harry and I both realized abruptly that we were sort of on display. We sat up and I slid my skirt back to my knees and took my hand away from Harry's cock. Somehow during the festivities, my bra had come unhooked. Harry reached into my shirt and cupped both my breasts. He lifted them as if displaying me to the folks watching. Then he clipped the bra back together and pulled the lapels of my shirt closed. Display over.

The four watchers moved away and we got up to leave the theater. The couple a few rows ahead of us were still there. Now it looked like she had her face in the guy's lap.

"So, what do you think about that?" I asked while we were driving home.

"You mean our little exhibition in the theater?" Harry was all neutral.

"What else? The films certainly aren't worth talking about, are they? And the nudie flicks in the middle aren't either unless you want an opinion about the level of acting there," I said.

"I thought the red head breathed really well," Harry grinned.

"I can do that too, you know," I said. I unbuttoned my shirt again and undid the clasp on my bra, pushing the cups to either side. Then I arched my back and inhaled. I also slid my fingers under my breasts to lift them a little more.

"Umm," said Harry. I watched his eyes flickering back and forth between the highway and my naked bosom. "Yes you can, my dear, yes you can. I was surprised you weren't wearing panties."

"Well, I just decided if we were gonna make out at the movies, I'd be ready."

I asked Harry why he'd shown off my breasts at the end. He didn't have an answer but he said it was fun and kind of hot to present me to strangers like that. I admitted it hadn't been unpleasant. We both realized that we each possessed a certain amount of exhibitionism. After all, we were posing naked for art classes too.

Then I asked Harry what he thought about people having sex in front of other people. Long silence. "For instance, suppose we were to get it on some night at a party with Leon and his wife or some of your other colleagues. What do you think about that?

"Actually, I haven't. And I'm not sure Leon would be my choice, anyway, as an audience."

"Well you know, we've talked about wanting to see ourselves making love together. We can set up the video camera to do that, right? Or put some mirrors on the walls. But some things are difficult because of the positions." I was watching Harry closely and just then we pulled into out driveway.

"Sure," he said after we went inside and were having a little brandy. I hadn't bothered to redress when we went inside and in the kitchen I just slipped my bra and shirt off. I was topless at the table and my nipples were nicely upstanding. Harry couldn't see me below the waist, but I put my hand up my skirt under the table and slid two fingers into my vagina, just to keep my feelings disturbed. I wasn't ready for calm just yet.

I'd never had sex for somebody watching, but I'd had sex in the same room with another couple in the dark on more than one occasion. It was exciting. Thing is, Harry wanted to try all kinds of stuff, not just in the sexual area, and he was, but he needed to be prodded a little to think about sexual games, because he'd had such a repressed youth and then married a very straight-laced wife. So I thought Harry probably had wondered about group sex. I thought about sharing Harry with another woman and figured I could handle it although I'd be jealous. I had fallen deeply in love with the old coot. Sharing his body wasn't in my game plan, but I also knew that my place in whatever remained of Harry's life was to help him experience a lot of good stuff in the sex arena.

"I hadn't thought of it, but it excited me to show you off, to know people were watching us make love there. He was looking very thoughtful.

I got up and went around the table to him. He turned his head and kissed the side of my breast. "C'mon, sport, let's hit the hay." He grabbed my skirt and raised it swiftly. Then he bent and stuck his tongue into my wet pussy with a big smacking kiss. What a jolt! My knees buckled. "Ahhhh, God! Harry."

He grabbed me and we dashed upstairs to the bedroom where he turned on all the lights. We stripped off and I started to get on the bed but he grabbed my hands and yanked me to the windows. We had two big windows that looked out to the street over the front porch roof. The blinds were up. Harry shoved me against the cool glass. Then he bent over and pushed my feet apart. I was laughing and sort of resisting all at the same time.

He pushed my arms up so my face and hands were against the glass. Then he pulled back on my hips a little and with a suddenness that took my breath away, he entered me from behind. In one smooth motion Harry buried his cock all the way into my vagina. It was glorious, all the more so because it was so unexpected.

"Harry! Somebody can see us." At that very moment a car cruised slowly by.

"Yes! Somebody might be walking their dog right out there on the sidewalk! Imagine that!" He was thrusting strongly into me, building up his rhythm, faster and faster. He reached around and began to pinch my nipples. His breath started to come in strong rapid pants. Harry seemed as excited as I'd ever known him to be. It was too dark to know if anybody was actually out on the front lawn watching us copulate, and the light from behind up kept our faces in the dark, but the idea was immensely exciting and we both felt it. The surge of emotion and passion claimed us and I think we came simultaneously, vibrating and pressing on the window until afterward, I was glad it hadn't shattered under our pounding. 



Memories of Harry Ch. 10



"Well, my love. Our horizons are certainly expanding. Are there any more secret suppressed desires you'd like to reveal?"

It was a couple of days after we'd fucked in front of our bedroom window with the shades open. There's been no calls, no summonses no policeman at the front door. Harry and I had come a long way in our exploration of his new sexual frontiers. Not that I consider myself an expert in such matters but I was still somewhat more knowledgeable than he.

We were having our noon cup of coffee. Harry's doctor had suggested strongly that he might cut down on the caffeine so I agreed to join him—makes it easier if you have a little support. We were having fewer cups and spread throughout the day. Two cups in the morning, one at noon and maybe another with dinner.

Harry smile at me. "Here's the thing. You already know I like pictures." Did I ever. Harry was amassing a fast-growing file of digital pictures. Many were just nice ordinary landscapes and a few portraits. But there were others. Mostly of me, but some of the two of us together in what are sometimes called intimate poses. Very intimate poses. Harry liked to experiment and with the tripod and remote controls and timers, he was getting some pretty interesting stuff. I was surprised to discover the kick I got out of seeing Harry and myself fucking, and doing other things. We'd just about made it through the Kama Sutra of sex positions, but we were running into limitations. Like he'd get a really nice shot set up with interesting lighting and a new angle for the camera. But then, we'd get close to the big O and the camera would jiggle, or he'd forget to trigger the shutter. Sex can be pretty distracting unless you're a really experienced porn star who fakes orgasm on cue. I assumed that, not ever having indulged in the commercial side of sex.

"I've been thinking," he said. "You remember the session with the plastic pearls?"

Did I ever. I'd never used beads anally before, or anywhere else. Sure, I read about how in the Far East, women would put a string of beads in their vagina or their anus and pull them out at the appropriate time, adding to orgasmic joy, but I'd never tried it until Harry talked me into it. I do admit some of the pictures of my face after I masturbated to a climax and yanked the beads out of my ass were pretty great. But the beads made me a little sore.

Then I had an idea. Beads in my vagina when Harry and I fucked, in the missionary or any other position where he was in me didn't work. At least we couldn't figure out a way. But then I persuaded Harry to let me stick the beads up his ass. He said it was kind of a weird feeling, but then once I yanked them out just when he was coming. That, he said, was awesome.

Of course, one of the limitations we had was that I could have more than one orgasm during our photo/sex sessions. Harry, alas, was really only able to perform a couple times of a day. I mean ejaculate. Or get a good solid erection. He could sure perform in other ways, and by now we'd both graduated from the fingers, toes and tongue school of manipulation. We went to a sex shop in the next town and bought some toys. Harry liked the butt plug, and cock rings of various kinds helped some, but they were not really comfortable. We tried as bunch of salves and lotions and rubs. Felt good, fun to apply, but they didn't keep his pecker up longer or make it any stiffer.

"I want to see more," he said. "I want to see the way my penis slides into your sex., what it looks like. Once when you were on top and feeding me in real slow, the light was just right so your cunt lips sort of embraced my penis. It was lovely and so erotic. Remember?"

I licked my lips at Harry. Of course I didn't remember. Not the exact time he was referring to. After all I couldn't count the number of times I'd spread my legs while squatting over Harry's prick and slowly let myself down on him. Keeping a count was not my thing. Besides in that position, unless I was real careful, I could come pretty quickly. Sometimes it happened before I was ready.

We'd circled around this subject before. I knew where Harry was heading. He wanted to get a third party involved. Either to take the pictures or to fuck me while Harry recorded the incident. I was more than a little reluctant. I knew some folks who'd gotten into sharing, mostly sharing the women of the pair. For a lot of them, when they told me about it, the guys were disappointed because their wives or girlfriends had finally left them, and the women who talked to me seemed to be saying they were always reluctant, like they'd been almost forced to go along, and then they'd found better lovers and left the guy who started the whole thing.

On the other hand, I knew several swinging couples who were in long-term relationships or marriages and having super times, because both people were more than okay with the sharing scene. Now Harry reached across the table and took my hand. Right away his finger was making soft little circles in my palm. He knew that drives me crazy. It's like there's a direct connection to my crotch. I started to get wet down there.

"I know we're sort of talked about this, and I just want you to hear me out" he said softly. "I really want some pictures of you—of us―having sex in some of the setups we've done. But we just need another person."

"Okay, Harry, here's the deal. I love you, you know that, right? And partly because I do, and because I know you love me and wouldn't push me to do something if I didn't want to, and you have to stop playing with my hand and pushing my button." I pulled away, but he promised to be a good boy and just hold my hand. I let him. He had learned that certain caresses of my hand and fingers were really distracting made it hard for me to maintain my position toward something.

"I just think it wouldn't be such a bad thing if we could find a good photographer to help us out."

"You want to ask Leon?" That brought a long loud laugh from Harry.

"Leon would love to do it, I'm sure. But he's no photographer and I'm pretty sure his simmering lust for you would quickly get in the way of his good judgment."

"Simmering lust?" I giggled. "Leon?"

"Sure. Wife and various female, uhh, companions aside, he's been hot for you for a long time. Since even before you and I hooked up."

"Okay, never mind Leon. Look, my sweet. Since you're so set on this and I admit the voyeuristic streak in me seems to be intrigued, let's cautiously explore the possibility."

Harry smiled and said, "There's a pool party at the Harris's next Saturday. Shall we go?"

"Sure, if it's hot enough to swim. I'll call Mary and see what we should bring." Mike and Mary Harris were part of the community that hung around the edges of the college. They had money from somewhere and contributed to various building and academic foundation funds that the college used to entice donors. They didn't have their name on a building yet, but it was rumored to be in the works.

Saturday was definitely hot enough for a pool party. What's more the humidity was right up there as well. Mary Harris had asked us to bring some snacks, so I made up a big bowl of a zingy crab dip I'd learned from my aunt years ago. Harry went to the store in the morning to get some chips for the dip while I finished up and iced the bowl and ingredients. I liked to make the dip ahead of time because it tasted even better after blending for a while. But the heat and the fish and other stuff made it necessary for me to keep everything cold.

Harry came back with the chips and we set up the cooler for the dip. He was whistling softly between his teeth and seemed unusually chipper. "I'll just get our bag with our suits and sunscreen," he said and went upstairs. He handed the small gym bag to me and hauled the ice chest to the car and we were off.

Mike and Mary had laid on a couple of big kegs of cold beer and there was lots of food. My dip was a huge success and the crowd of people from the college and the community were soon in a hyper-convivial mood. Three tables had been set up under umbrellas for people who wanted to play cards, there were lots of lawn chairs scattered about and the big pool sometimes was crowded, sometimes not. There was a lot of grab-ass already and things were sliding toward an all-out drunken orgy.

"I'm gonna change and go swimming," I told Harry late in the day. He grinned, waved and went back to his conversation with a couple of the old boys. I was hot and sweaty and was going to shower before I put on my swim suit. So I went up to the sort of guest wing where we were supposed to go and looked for a shower. It wasn't exactly quiet, there were several people going back and forth and the door to the bathroom I went to was ajar. It was also occupied. I didn't hear them at first because the shower was running, but it was obvious that's what they'd been doing. I didn't recognize either the guy or the woman he was holding up by her generous fanny. They were sort of sideways to me in the shower when I barged in and the guy turned toward me, swinging the woman around. I didn't recognize the generous cock he had shoved up into her, either.

"Oops, sorry. The door was open and—" I waved my hand and started to back out.

"'S okay," muttered the guy. "We were just," and he flexed his hips so his cock slid further into the woman he was holding off the floor. She must have liked it, because the moan she issued sounded positive.

"Yeah, I can see that," I said and backed out, closing the door after me. None of the other bathrooms was open and I was just about to opt for no shower, when the couple I had interrupted came into the hall. He had a towel around his hips and the older woman was holding a towel up to her throat.

"We have to find a bedroom," the guy said smiling at my breasts. "Maybe you'd like to join us?" The woman just shook her head and started down the hall. She had a nice fanny from this angle too.

"Thanks," I said, I'm heading for the pool. I slipped around him and went into the bathroom. There was a faint lingering smell of their lust in the air that soon went away with my shower. I was toweling off when I heard a loud whoop and several whistles. I peered through the window and saw that one of the faculty wives had managed to lose her bra in the pool, to apparently universal approval.

I reached into our gym bag for my swim suit and got a surprise. I'd packed my reasonably modest blue two-piece, my favorite and most comfortable suit. It wasn't there. In it's place was a very skimpy red job. I detected the fine hand of Harry at work. I had two choices, I could dress in the stuff I'd been wearing, as damp and sweaty as it was, and forego a swim, or I could just toss it off and let Harry have his little triumph. I considered trying to locate Mary and borrowing a better suit, but considering that I hadn't seen her for a while, I had no idea where she might be or who she might be with. So I put on the red bikini. It was obviously an expensive job. The tiny red triangles just covered my areoles and the thin straps gave me enough support so I could wear the bra with comfort.

The bottom fit perfectly, although if my mons hadn't been trimmed and partly shaved, there would have been a problem. I tied the side straps on my hips and the line around my neck and looked in the mirror. Not bad. Downright sexy, in fact. I walked through the house and stopped in the kitchen for a cold soda, drawing any number of admiring glances from both men and women. Mary Harris was there, looking pink and tousled as if she'd just got out of bed. When she smiled at me, I was sure of it.

"So, I see Harry took my advice," Mary said.

"You had something to do with this?" I ran a suggestive hand over my almost naked breasts.

"Harry consulted me about a store and a brand. He wanted something sexy but good quality. I see he got it. I'm wearing the same brand." With that she opened the shortie robe she was wearing and showed me a shimmery lime green suit. Except the bra had come untied and just hung over her generous bosom. She shrugged which sent her breasts to swaying and the cups of the suit slid into her cleavage. "Oops. You wanna help me here?"

Mary turned and slid the robe off her shoulders. I reached around and captured the bra straps. But when I raised my hands, Mary took my fingers and directed them up her body and onto her breasts. She held my hands and pressed them to her bosom. "Ummm," she murmured. "Nice touch."

I stepped closer and my breasts pressed against her bare back. I could feel the heat of her body through my bra. She tilted her hips back until they brushed me. We were spooned together and it was a pleasant feeling, even standing there in her kitchen with strangers coming and going.. It had been a long time since I had been with a woman, not that I made a habit of it, but I'd had some nice experiences in the past.

"The screen door leading to the pool opened and a deep male voice said, "Lovely image ladies. Mary is there more ice in the 'fridge downstairs?'

We shifted so we could see the man who was talking to us. Since Mary hadn't reacted when he came in, I raised my hands to lift the bra off Mary's chest. The man grinned and nodded. "Oh, yes. I'd forgotten how beautifully pink your nipples are."

"More ice downstairs, Steve." Mary said. "But save the cubes for later."

He winked and turned away. I fastened Mary's bra while she slid one hand back and around my almost naked hip. When I finished, she turned so we bumped tits while she stuck her tongue in my ear and whispered. "Maybe we can get together later."

I went out to the pool to face the crowd which had grown smaller as the afternoon waned but a little rowdier at the same time.

I sauntered slowly toward the pool, switching my red-clad fanny back and forth a little more than was normal. I'd draped the towel I was holding over my shoulder so my breast and most of my tummy was covered. There were a couple of cat calls. When I got to the edge of the pool I dropped the towel on a nearby chair and dove in. I figured I might as well learn how secure the suit was right away. Nothing slipped and I discovered the refreshingly cool water invigorated me. I loved swimming, pools or lakes, didn't matter which. I began to make lazy laps up and down the length of the pool. After a while I slowed way down to make room for other people who had been taking a breather. The topless babe reappeared and when I looked at her breasts they looked a little burned to me. I swam over to her and mentioned it. She frowned and looked down at herself. Up close I recognized her. She'd been flirting outrageously with different men most of the day.

"You need some sunblock on those beauties. Waterproof if you're gonna swim some more." I had a sudden idea. "We brought some. See that blue bag under that old guy's chair? There's a big tube of it in the bag. That guy's name is Harry and if you ask, he'll help you put some on."

"Really?" she squinted at Harry. "I don't want to embarrass anybody." Yeah right.

"No, it's okay," I said. "Ask Harry to help you put it on. He'll like that." I figured confronted by a pair of naked boobs asking for his help, Harry, always the gentleman, wouldn't refuse. So she got out of the water and sort or sauntered around the pool to where Harry was sitting, kind of watching me out of one eye. The girl's request, posed to Harry while Leon and a couple other cronies were right there, couldn't be avoided. When he leaned over to get the bag his head brushed the woman's naked boob. She leaned back and Harry sort of flinched. When he raised up after getting the tube of crème, our eyes met and he realized what had happened. I grinned and gave him the finger.

The day wore on and got a little drunker. Some of us started keeping an eye on the people in the pool to be sure we weren't about to witness a drowning. Mike Harris, after watching his wife sashay around the patio in her lime green next-to-nothing suit, disappeared for a few minutes only to reappear in his own version of a bikini. His was electric blue and barely contained his generous package. There was a lot of laughter, drinking and extracurricular grabbing going on. Nobody seemed to mind. I did notice a few couples occasionally disappearing into the house and then reappearing a little later.

Then I had another idea. I talked Harry back into the pool about midway down so we were between the lights and the water was just below my breasts. We'd been chatting aimlessly for a minute. He wanted me to forgive him for switching the swim suits. I acted reluctant, but I reached up and kissed his damp cheek. Then I struck. When I kissed him, I stuck my hand inside his baggy swim trunks and grabbed his cock. He pulled back but I didn't let go. Smiling evilly at him, I started working his cock to an erection, pulling down on his trunks at the same time. Harry was a little drunk so his efforts to avoid or stop me were not effective.

As I jacked him, I kept maneuvering us closer to the steps and the shallow end. His erection was going to rise above the water any minute.

"Alice! Stop. I can't get out like this? I'm sorry for switching suits, okay? Now cut it out."

"C'mon, Harry, love. Turnabout is fair play. You wanted to show me off to your friends. Now I want to show you off too." Okay, I admit to being a little drunk myself. I kept my hand moving on his now rigid cock. With my other hand I reached behind my head and yanked the bow that kept my bra up. The bra fell and there was a chorus of hoots and whistles. I grinned and snaked one leg around Harry's thighs. At the same time I pulled down on the waistband of his trunks and his erection with my fingers wrapped around it popped into view. More hoots. Harry bent his knees to conceal himself and I sank below the surface just enough so I could curl forward and get my mouth on the tip of his cock. More hoots and the crowd of onlookers was getting closer, hanging over the edge of the pool watching us.

"No coming in the pool unless she swallows," cried Mike. There was a roar of laughter, more intense than before. I let go of Harry's cock and slid his trunks back up to cover him. For a moment we just gazed at each other. Harry had a kind of chagrined smirk on his face. I realized that after the initial discomfort, it was like our reaction when we were posing nude for the drawing class. It titillated, excited, and pleased both of us to be the center of erotic attention, although this time it was more intense. I was discovering that I liked it, particularly the eroticism. I was a latent exhibitionist. I wondered if this feeling was what drew some women to be strippers. There was a sense of power, of control. Hmmm. I was going to have to think about this some more.

I took Harry's hand and we waded out of the pool. I had neglected to retie my bra so it just hung around my waist and my bare tits jiggled nicely as we climbed the steps. My nipples were hard. A few people applauded. "How 'bout that, Harry? I can tell you're surprised by your reaction. You wanna grab me and stick it in me right now? You thinking what it might be like to fuck me in front of these people? Huh?"

"Not exactly." Harry grinned and picked up a glass of ale. He took a big swig and held it so I could drink too. "But I did wonder what you taste like in the pool. Underwater. And yes, I guess I'd like to poke you right now, run my cock into you right up to the very end."

We didn't usually talk rough to each other. But sometimes it fit our mood. Now we were both a little drunk and a little randy. Somebody offered me another glass of ale. I took a long cooling swig and leaned over and kissed Harry. Then I poured a little on his crotch. He yelped and people around us laughed. Still holding hands we sat side by side in some lawn chairs and thought about what had just happened. It was like we'd surmounted some social or psychological barrier. We'd discovered that maybe there was a different kind of pleasure on this side of a fence. Something to think about.




Memories of Harry Ch. 10



I leaned back and let a soft breeze flow over my bare chest. Harry's erection had subsided. Looking around, I could see that at least some of the people there had let our actions trigger their urges. Several couples were locked in passionate embraces. I caught a glimpse of Mike again who had achieved an impressive erection that pushed the tiny swatch of cloth away from his groin so from the side I could see his ball sack. A woman I couldn't recognize reached up from the recliner and ran her fingers inside the suit. Mike didn't remove her hand.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but could I have another treatment of that crème?" I didn't recognize the voice but when I looked over, it was the same young woman I'd talked to in the pool. Harry grinned and picked up the big tube we'd brought. The woman sat down on the lawn chair sort of between us. I took the tube and squirted a glob in his hand. Then I squirted a glob in my hand. I started with the underside of the woman's left breast while Harry attended to her right one. I got the nipple erect first. She smiled and I started grinning back and soon the three of us were grinning. Her mouth fell open a little and she started breathing hard. Harry and I spent several minutes thoroughly massaging that woman's breasts and upper body. I could practically read Harry's mind. I could also see he was getting another erection. Meanwhile, the girl was having a series of small orgasms and starting to tremble and flop about.

And then, without any warning, she flopped her head forward into Harry's lap and took his penis into her mouth. He was still wearing trunks, but his dong had been hard for several minutes, so she was kind of chewing on him. To say Harry was startled is an understatement. I giggled at the expression on his face. But then I let my hand slide down and into the woman's crotch. Her suit was so small and flimsy that my fingers slid right across the edge and into her wet pussy. She moaned and bobbed her head.

I realized that all three of us were pretty drunk, a combination of what we'd been drinking, the hot day and just the whole atmosphere. I didn't think about it at all. I just reached up, pushed the woman's head away and tugged Harry's pecker out into the afternoon air. When her head came forward again, her lips and mouth fastened over Harry's now bare prick and she began to suck him. She made satisfactory sounds and began to bob her head up and down. I felt fingers next to mine in her crotch and realized she was fingering herself. Harry put one hand on the back of the head bobbing on his crotch and the other on my bare breast. I put my fingers on my own crotch and began to tease my clit in rhythm to Harry's fingers on my boob.

In minutes, Harry grunted his telltale sound and thrust his hips at the girl. Her mouth was slack, I think she was almost passed out at that moment. When Harry came, it sent me over the edge too. My legs straightened and I came, very nicely, thank you. On trembling legs I repositioned myself to ease our unknown friend onto the apron by the pool at our feet. Her mouth fell open and Harry's spunk drooled out the side of her mouth. After I let go of the girl, I slid around and curled up between Harry's legs. I fell asleep smelling his lust.