6 comments/ 28172 views/ 1 favorites Met on the Net By: RedHairedandFriendly Dana and Charles had met online and decided after many months of steamy instant messaging and some hot phone calls they should meet, this is their story..... Dana looks at herself once more before walking out the door, she's staring at a woman in the mirror, a brighter version of herself. She sees eyes the color of the ocean in the Florida Keys, a blue-green that you don't see anywhere else. She notices full lips and a small spray of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She frowns a bit as she takes in the two things she hates about her face, her high cheek bones and her eyebrows, never happy with her looks she sighs and says a quick prayer and heads out the door. She moves quickly down her steps and checks herself for any new pains. She laughs at her foolishness, she just celebrated her 40th birthday, no need to worry today over any new pains, they'll still be there tomorrow. Charles is pacing the floor. He's early and keeps glancing at his watch. He's all ready showered, shaved and dressed, he might as well go down to the hotel bar and have a drink, before he has to replace the carpeting. All he can think is that he hopes she shows, or maybe hopes she doesn't. His thoughts are in jumbles as he makes his way to the bar. Passing a hall mirror he takes stock of himself, he sees a somewhat fit man, not looking to bad for his late 50's. He may be retired but he still works out and could probably keep up with the young pups these days. He shrugs and decides to be honest with himself and rethinks that, he could take on the 30 year old guys. His salt and pepper hair isn't going anywhere and his dark blue eyes are often a big conversation starter that women often use to approach him. Pulling into a parking spot Dana checks her appearance for the hundredth time. This time she sees a woman whose eyes are huge, like a deer caught in the headlights and is frozen not knowing which way to go. Closing her eyes she inhales a few gulps of air and pinches the color back into her cheeks and exits the vehicle. Closing the door, she smoothes down her skirt and walks slowly to the hotel entrance. The scent of freshly picked lilacs fill the hotel lobby and a bellman approaches her, takes her bag from her hands and leads her to the desk. She checks in and notices the time, deciding that it is now or never, she tips the bellman and asks him to take her bags to her room. She puts a smile on her face and begins to head to the hotel bar, where they said, they'd meet. She hopes he's there or maybe she hopes he isn't, she really just isn't sure. Charles drinks his Jack'n Coke as he waits for Dana. He lets the liquid slide down his throat and thinks back to the day they met. He'd logged on the computer that morning just to kill some time, usually he doesn't even mess with the contraption. He smiles as he realizes that if it wasn't for his oldest son needing the thing for school, he'd never met Dana. That morning, he'd been on for a while and was about to leave when a cute chat name entered the room, AuTalkNoAction, that's the name she used. He remembers feeling his eyebrow raise and thinking to himself that the chatter was probably decent. He decided to talk a bit and see if they had anything to offer the room in a way of a new topic. Dana walks into the bar and slowly runs her eyes across the hotel guest and pauses briefly on the single men in the room. She passes over the young pups and the old sailor types and settles her eyes on the back of one man, sitting at the bar. She can see his reflection in the bar mirror and she studies his face. His face is the one that keeps her up at night, tossing and turning when they don't get to chat and the one she sees just as her eyes close, to lead her into a deep slumber, when they do. She lets the memories rush into her mind as she remembers the first time they made love. They'd met in chat and had seemed to click right away. The room was lame so he asked if he could join her in a private room. She was thrilled with that, liking the easy banter and light flirty things they both had said, so she offered instead to give him her instant message address and they would chat there. She remembers how the conversation moved from friendly hints of sexual innuendos to the moment when they both began to type more suggestive and thought provoking things. While she read what he typed she felt as if he were in the room with her, his play on words provoked images in her head that led her hands, on paths of exploration and discovery. She'd never pleasured herself before and though he could not see her, she was somewhat embarrassed by her own actions as her hand and fingers brought herself to orgasm. Now after months of chatting, web cam delights and heated phone calls, they would meet and it would be his hand, fingers and his hardness that brought her to that shattering point of release. He can sense her presence in the room, as if an electric spark ignited and the sizzling sound it makes alerts ones senses to approach with caution. Charles turns just as she walks towards him. He lowers his drink and rises to meet her halfway. He gazes at her and his face opens into a wide smile and the smile reaches his eyes as he watches her smile back. He sees her cheeks rise in color as she blushes, his heart skips, she'd told him many times he makes her blush, but now he gets to see it happen. He takes her hand and leads her to a quite table in a secluded corner. He places his drink on the table as he pulls out her chair and slides her gently in, letting his fingers barely touch her back. His penis grows, just a bit, as he comes away from her. He takes his seat beside her and they face the stage, waiting for the local entertainer to begin. She is trying to steady her breathing, she felt her muscles tighten when he turned to face her and she is just now having a chance to let them relax. When his hand had taken hers she felt a rush of heat flow from his body up her arm. When his fingers touched her back, her body shivered and she relished in the feel of that brief touch. She lays her hands on her lap after resting her purse on the table, she watches him sit beside her and she takes another breath before taking her first long look at his face. She is scared to say anything, to break the sweetness of the moment, and relieved when he begins to ease her mind, with friendly conversation. "How was your flight?" he asked in a quiet tone, setting the intimacy of the situation. "It was fine," she answered. "I'm glad you came. I wasn't sure if you would or even if I would." "I wasn't going to miss this for the world." Charles answered as he leaned closer to her, "You smell beautiful and you look beautiful also. I can hardly believe we're here together." He takes her hand and runs his fingers along hers, turning her hand over, he watches her eyes close while he rubs her palm, pressing it gently. "I'm hardly believing it myself," she hears herself answer in a soft wispy voice. The moment is only lost for a brief ripple in time as the entertainment begins and the young singer starts a sensual song in a low melodic voice. Words of love and passion come from her as the room quiets and couples rise to dance and sway in each others arms. Charles takes Dana's hands in his and leads her to the darkest, furthest part of the bar. He places one of her hands on his shoulder, while she moves the other to wrap around his neck. His hands come around her waist and he pulls her gently to him. He takes his time and leads her in small steps, barely moving at all, barely touching. His eyes close as he rest his head on hers and breaths in the scents that surround him. He smells her shampoo, perfume and her skin. His senses are alert to the rustle of her clothes and the feel of her hot breath. The rise and fall of her chest brings her breast into brief contact with his body. When she relaxes in his embrace he can feel the familiar tug in his slacks that will soon demand attention. Dana lets his arms glide her in small steps, letting his hands and arms wrap a blanket around them, closing her body from the prying eyes of the room. She rest her head on his chest and presses herself closer to him. She allows her hand to stroke his neck and curl in his hair, while the other slowly drops to his chest, laying itself against his heart, feeling each beat firm and hard against her palm. She takes a deep breath and inhales his scent, the cologne he's wearing, the soap he's used on his body and even the fresh crisp scent of his clothes. She can feel the first stirring of his erection against her body and she presses herself closer to it. Her own sex is beginning to throb with a new kind of signal, one so different then the one she feels when she touches herself. "Dana," he hears himself whisper "I want to be alone with you. I won't pressure you, but I just want to be with you, not to share you with others. Can we go?" In a hushed voice she answers, "Yes, let's go. I don't really want to be here either." Charles takes her hand and they retrieve her purse from the table, he swallows the last of his drink and leads her through the maze of tables, to the bright lights of the hotel lobby. They are able to walk side by side now, he glances down at her and she up at him. They smile and she finds herself letting her body press closer to him. She takes her hand from his and places it behind his back letting in rest on the gentle swing of his hips, her body tingles as his arm rest on her shoulder. Together they move as one taking steps that will lead them to what each one hopes is incredible. They pass her room and reach the next door which is his, it is an adjoining room, something they both insisted on, knowing that meeting in person is different then anyone of them may be willing to admit. Charles had wanted her to feel comfortable enough that if she wanted to leave she could so he had allowed her to help with the cost and agreed to the separate rooms, though he knew in his gut that they would never leave his till it was time. Charles slides his hands from Dana's shoulders and down her back as she moves her hands from his waist. He smiles to himself knowing he felt her tremble when his hand touched her back as he was moving away from her. He removes his key card from his wallet and he slides it into the door lock. He opens the door and motions her inside. He leans in to smell her perfume as she takes her first steps into their hide-a-way. He walks in behind her, closing and locking the door behind them. Dana glances quickly to the right and sees the adjoining room door and her stomach settles a little, as she allows herself to walk further into the room. Her eyes are drawn to the bed, and she notices the yellow rose sitting in the center. She walks to it and picks it up, she smiles and brings it to her nose to inhale its sweet scent. "You remembered." She sighs as she feels him approach, laying the rose and purse on the table. "I remember everything you've ever told me." Charles answers as he placed his hands on her shoulders and began to press small circles into them. "Everything, we've said and done is imprinted on my mind and in my heart." "I remember also." She answers in a whispered breath, as she turns to face him. He sees in her eyes a mixture of emotions, that he is sure mirrors his own; fear, passion, confusion, hope, need and most of all love. His hand moves to take the pins from her hair, he's seen her on cam before with her hair down and he loves it. His fantasies have always been to make love to her with her hair cascading along her back, his fingers combing through it, or just to hold her and and feel it touch his body. He places his hand at the base of her neck to support the mass of curls he is freeing and when the final pin is removed he too moves his hands. His eyes watch as her beautiful raven curls fall free from their confinement to rest at the center of her back. His fingers stroke her neck with light touches and he feels her shiver and knows he's caused a few more trembles in her body. Taking his free hand he his finger along her ear, tracing it softly, then allowing his fingers to comb their way through her hair. It is soft, like satin sliding between his fingers, the fragrance of her shampoo still lingers and he breaths in an array of scents that mingle with each other. The shampoo, perfume and her own unique scent causes an intoxicating feeling and his erection begins to further increase. Dana closes her eyes and takes her first real deep breath since entering the room, only to feel it leave her body quickly as he touches her neck and strokes her hair. She relaxes in his ministrations and enjoys the attention he is giving her, the little things that she has missed in her other life. She allows herself this moment to let her body enjoy the feeling of being beautiful and being loved. She opens her eyes and lays one hand upon his chest, she focuses on the small patch of hair she can see through the opening of his shirt. Her fingers slowly travel up his shirt to touch the coarse hair of his body, her other hand she allows to rise up between them as she undoes her first button. Charles feels her fingers upon his body, and can only imagine his own hands upon hers, he puts a small distance between them and takes her hand from his chest. Bringing it to his lips he kisses each finger and slowly draws one digit into his mouth. He watches her eyes glaze over with passion as her chest rises and falls, in a steady rhythm, her tongue snakes out and he shudders as she wets both her lips. His erection has started to become uncomfortable, so he moves himself closer to her, letting the material of his jeans allow him more room. His tongue draws her finger in deeper, her taste is the sweetest thing he's ever had the pleasure of enjoying. He sucks her finger and lets his thumb continue to press into her palm, massaging it and feeling each crevice and line. Charles takes his other hand and lets it hand cup her breast, he runs his fingers across the fine lines of her bra, just barely visible beneath the fabric. His eyes move from hers to focus on the hard bud that is trying to be noticed. Her eyes stare at her hand, she can not believe that this sucking he is doing to her finger is causing such knots in her stomach. She feels the roughness of his tongue and the the silkiness of its underneath, as he swirls it over her finger, his lips sealing it shut, tight against freedom. Her finger begins to glide in a rhythm of all its own, mimicking what she wants their bodies to do when they arrive at that point. She knows she will not turn from him, will not stop herself from enjoying this night of loving. She watches her finger being devoured by his mouth as she lets her other hand glide to the button of his shirt, where she begins to work one button and then another. Dana takes a deep breath and allows one last feel of his tongue working her finger, then she moves it to the other hand and works on the remaining buttons that are now a barrier she must get past. He licks his lips at the lose of her finger and his hand, now empty of hers soon cups her other breast. Charles sucks in air to feed his lungs, that had been held breathless from the will of holding back his need to rip the clothes from her body. He wants this first time to be slow, for her to have everything she had been denied for so long, that they both had been denied from lives they both were responsible for. This was their time and he wanted to savor it, he'd hope later for more meetings, more times to let fire and passion rule them. He watches her nipples bud and press out from her clothes. He teases each one with his thumb, rubbing them simultaneously, listening to her breath come in and out of her body in short hissing sounds. "My god, your beautiful." he tells her as he feels her hands finish the last of his buttons. Dana smiles inside at his words and runs her hands inside his shirt, pressing her fingers into his chest, and letting his hair curl around each digit. She feels muscle and skin and lets her hands move to the outer sides of him, feeling his ribs under her palms. His body is both firm and soft, she knows he is older then the other person in her life, but she is still impressed that he is still in very good shape. She loves feeling the ripples his muscles make as she touches them and commits his body to memory. "Mmmm. Chuck. I need your help." she hears the tremor in her own voice and notices the huskiness that has come out. Charles smiles as she calls him by his familiar name, and loves the sound in makes as she says it for the first time this evening. She'd called him Chuck many times, but always through the phone, he'd not heard it fall from her lips like this before. It was like a plea of need and want, a need only he could satisfy. He steps away from her and watches her face as she places both arms on his shoulders and slides the shirt down his back and his arms. He helps her finish removing it and then allows himself the pleasure of keeping the distance between them. He lowers his head to her right breast and presses a kiss against the top of it, his other hand rubs her bottom and presses against it. He lets his tongue trace the line of her bra and then to the center of it where he can feel the hardness of the clasp. His tongue goes to the place where the nipple is protruding, begging to be seen. His mouth covers the nipple and he draws the blouse, bra and nipple deep into his mouth. Sucking hard on her so that she can feel the motions through all the layers of clothing. As she gasps and grabs his head, he tightens the hold on her ass and digs his fingers into it's softness. Dana feels more wetness spring forth from her body as her pelvis vibrates to the rhythm of his sucking. She pushes his head deep to her breast crushing him to her, her bottom feels like it is being kneaded into submission as his fingers dig into her. Her head falls back and she presses her legs together to feel the vibrations rocking her pussy. "Please Chuck, please. I need your mouth on me, please." She can't believe the begging she is doing, but she doesn't care she is desperate, wanting so much to have him continue his torments to her body without anything in their way. She steps back from him to let her hands grasp each side of her blouse, only having removed two buttons was not enough now, she needed her blouse off now. With a strength that she didn't know she had ever possessed, she pulled the blouse open. The sound of buttons hitting the floor went unheard as they landed on carpets and bedding. His need for control snaps as this new twist of sexual need is introduced, her breast barely exposed due to her bra, bring a growl deep from his throat, he reaches for her and tugs the clasp open and pushes each piece of her bra away from her body. He watches as they bounce down from their holding place and his hands grab them to give them support. He brings his mouth to the right nipple, driving his mouth over it and taking it deep inside, sucking hard and moving his tongue over its ripples. He hears her sharp intake of breath and only knows she is loving this because her hands are once again pushing him, pulling at his hair. He continues to bite and suckle her breast while his other hand presses her left breast deep against his palm. He pushes her breast back and then squeezes the nipple tighter, pinching it between his thumb and finger, pulling it and releasing it, only to do the process over and over again. She pulls and pushes at his head, her pussy is so wet she can feel the moisture gather around her walls to rest at the entrance of her lips, waiting for something anything to enter them so it can escape. She bites her lip and then opens her mouth to hear a sound escape her throat, a sound full of rapture that she is startled by her thriving needs, that keep coming with each tug and pull of his mouth and teeth. The right breast is heavy and her nipples feel like they are being taught a lesson, a lesson of whose they belong to. Both breast have learned they are not hers, but his, they belong to him now, tonight and forever. She feels her knees begin to weaken and she lets her hands hold onto his shoulders, releasing the grasp on his head. Dana digs her hands into his body, as he leaves her breast to press his mouth to her belly. Met on the Net Ch. 02 Charles and Dana met on the Internet following is another one of their meetings...sit back and enjoy...and imagine that this is the one that you have met on the net... Charles sees her sitting there at the booth waiting for him, his Dana, his special hidden love. He watches her through the cafe window taking in her beauty. He's reminded of their meeting online and the feelings that had grown to such heights that they had to meet. He sees the first time they met and remembers the night of love making and getting to know each other. He reflects on how it is possible to fall so deeply for someone online, feeling as if they were your soul mate but knowing you can't have them or you would destroy so many lives. He takes a deep breath and bottles the guilt away as he goes through the door towards his mate. Dana senses his presence in the little cafe. She'd been waiting for awhile now, wanting to arrive early incase he was able to make it before the time they had agreed on. They both had known that if for some reason one was not here they were not to assume their love had died, just that something in their other life, had prevented their meeting. She'd taken great pains to make today possible, her children cared for by her friend, the only one who knew of her secret love. Her spouse once again away, using his rare weekend off to spend far away from his children and wife. She'd gotten over him not wanting her to tag along but, deep down she would sometimes admit to herself it still hurt to be ignored. She sips her soda and waited for his approach. He walks up behind her and places a soft kiss at the back of her neck. Her pony tail whispers against his cheek, her hair as dark as the night sky. He smiles against her neck as she shivers knowing she's gotten goose-bumps, covering all the places he longs to taste. "I've missed you," he whispers quietly into her ears. "I've missed you as well," Dana answers as she turns her head offering her lips for his kiss. He covers them and lingers for a moment tasting her cherry soda and realizes he thirst for her. He feels the eyes in the cafe watching them as if everyone knows that they are one, one mind, one heart and one soul. He breaths deeply and the scent of her rushes through his body and begins to stir his penis, as if to remind it of the last time he was with her. She watches him sit across from her and take her hand. Their fingers intertwine as she looks him over checking to see if anything has changed, as if she was checking for any new injury on his person. It had been 2 months since the first time they'd met. She feels more for him now then she did before, and by reading his face she knows he feels the same. The waitress arrives and Dana watches his lips move as he orders a cup of coffee, remembering them on her body she feels the blush rising from her chest to cover her face. She hears herself sigh as she lets her free hand trace his fingers till entwined with hers. They sit there for most of the morning each relating what had been happening in their lives. They both agreed that sharing personnel information was important, it kept them both in the reality that this was all they'd ever have. Both had children, though Charles children were in their 20's and had their own lives, they were still a part of him and the same with Dana, her children were much younger. Not sharing their lives with each other would have not been fair to either of themselves, denying the existence of the one thing they held more dear then anything, the lives of their children. Dana was brought out of her thoughts when she heard Charles decline the last offer for another coffee and asked if she were ready to go. She agreed that they should get going because, she'd planned a wonderful afternoon for them. She had asked if they'd meet in a small quiet town in her state this time, so she could show him some of the things she liked. Things that she no longer got to do. Dana offers to let Charles drive and she would direct him when to turn when they were getting close, but he declines. He has his own hidden agenda. He has been thinking of her body and remembering things that she had mentioned to him, little things she would have imagined him doing had they ever gotten the chance to meet. Now that they have decide to continue this unique relationship his mind is consumed with new ways to love her or torment her whatever the case may be. They climb into the car and buckle the seat belts. He lets his eyes wander over her body, taking in her long, smooth legs and pink polished nails peeking out from her sandals. His penis stirs as he imagines kissing his way from toe to toe, then up her leg, gently letting his tongue trace the skin at the hem of her skirt. He smiles and remembers how after many rounds of love making via the Internet, skirts had become her new favorite article of clothing....easier access she had told him. He offered a blessing to whoever had designed skirts especially, short ones. Dana feels his eyes on her and feels her own body reacting to him. She'd taken special care with her clothing. Her blouse was pink with thin shoulder straps and v-necked down to reveal her cleavage and she knew that depending on how her body moved a glimpse of the sides of her breast could sometimes be seen. She'd gone bra less today and now finds herself remembering how Charles eyes had strayed to her breast throughout the morning and her nipples begin to harden. The friction of the fabric sends tingles through her breast, and brings each bud to life. Her white pleated skirt is very short and she had picked it special just for him, smirking inside, she admits it was for her too. She'd bought it after the first night home from their hotel rendezvous. It lay now high on her thighs and it would move higher and lower as her legs and feet operated the pedals. She glances over at Charles and notices him slowly unbuckling his seat belt and scooting closer to her. Her breath quickens and she turns her head to watch the road, seeing her knuckles whiten from the grip she has placed on the wheel. She feels her stomach begin to stir and her breath quickens. Charles slides his body over next to Dana, placing a hand on her thigh just above her knee and the other on the headrest of her chair. He works the pony tail from her hair and runs his finger through it, watching the hair cover his fingers and slide through them like liquid silk. His erection is more pronounced since his perusal of Dana had stopped at the hem of her skirt and his imagination had gone on from there. He whispers in her ear telling her just some of the things he is going to do to her while she drives. He grins like a cat who has caught the flighty bird, as he hears her breath shutter between her lips. His tongue licks her ear and traces its ridges while his hands find their own things to do. The left toys with her silky strands rubbing them between his fingers and thumb, his other moves up her thigh letting his fingers massage little circles into her leg. He smiles as he hears her gasp when his kisses begin to trail down and back up her neck. His tongue licking the sensitive flesh and his lips kissing the moisture away. Her perfume is intoxicating, a hint of sweet flowers with a scent of spice, just like her. Dana lets her mind concentrate on the road and her body concentrate on Charles, she trust him to touch her knowing that he'll stop if he distracts her to much. The images he projected into her mind are seared there as if he'd gone inside her and branded her with his words. Her breath quickens as his hand strokes the back of her neck and his mouth works kisses against her skin. She knows he is keeping his passion in check so as to leave no mark. She remembers how bad he felt for marking her when they were first together, so she knows from his touch that he'll keep his promise this time. A soft moan escapes her throat as she feels his hand massaging her right thigh, in slow tormenting circles he moves his way up her skin. She feels his fingers, now under her skirt, his nails raking against her sensitive skin. Her legs spread further apart and she wiggles her ass trying to push herself closer to his ministrations. She runs her tongue over her lips, moistening them, biting her bottom lip, as he causes the hairs on her neck to rise from his warm breath moving against them. A small whimper escapes her throat as his fingers touch the moist hairs of her pussy. Charles groans deeply and lets his forehead fall to Dana's shoulder, he shudders as he feels the hairs of her pussy. "Oh, god Dana. No panties?!" he hears himself growl out against her skin as he presses his fingers deeper into the muscles of her neck and sucks on your shoulder. His teeth tease the strap of her shirt and his hand cups her wet mound, holding his warm hand against it he lets it rest there, while she becomes accustomed to his touch. He watches the blush of her skin rise up to her face and he scoots closer placing a small kiss on her cheek. "Watch the road, love." he says to her when she turns to kiss him. He smells her hair and massages her scalp, feeling the soft strands of hair covering his fingers. His mouth nibbles on her shoulder as his fingers slowly move against her pussy. He traces each lip and then traces the triangular shape of her womanhood. He slowly lets his finger into the folds of her lips running it along one wall and then the next. He feels the moistness from her body and lets it surround his finger. He moves his finger from her wet lips, rubbing the juice from her pussy between his finger and thumb. His head rests on her chest just over her right breast and he watches her breath while his hands begin to make love to her. Dana feels her body clench wanting to draw him in, wanting to take him deeply into her. She opens her legs wider and leans down to kiss his head and breath in his scent. She watches the road leading out in front of her and sees the scenery passing them by. She whimpers as his fingers begin to explore her, slowly becoming familiar with her again, like an old friend being welcomed home and loved without question. She lets her head rest on her chair and lets her body feel. He moves his hand softly against her, tracing her opening once again before placing his finger deeper into the swollen lips. He feels her body clench, his finger just a small space away from her dark opening. He kisses her chest through the blouse and closes his eyes and lets his finger slip inside. He feels the heat of her womanhood, the hot liquid clinging to the walls of her body. He feels himself shutter as he begins to move his finger in and out of her pussy. His own cock strains against the fabric of his clothing, he watches her hips begin to pump against him. He feels her legs moving and senses the car slowing down.. He looks up praying they are not close to their destination. He sees fields of corn, surrounding them, shrouding them in a forest of deep green. He sits up leaving his finger buried inside her, looking at her face he watches a look of determination pass over her features as she parks the car and turns, to cover his mouth with hers. Dana knew all was lost when his finger entered her, she had to allow herself this first orgasm now, after not having had him with her for the past two months. She spread her legs as wide as she could and with silent urges from her hips begged him to drive into her deeper, knowing her cumming would be soon. She felt his finger sliding around inside her and clenched it hard inside as he stroked each wall making circles while letting his nail graze across the sensitive flesh. She brought her own hand down to join his and together they moved as one, his finger thrusting deep inside and withdrawing only to drive in harder with each trip out and back in again. Her fingers pinched and pulled at her clit, making it swell and throb each tug brought another quake ripping through her body. She felt his hand under hers and they touched, as each one worked frantically to bring her to the explosion of the light she had felt building up inside her. Charles drove his finger harder and faster inside his mate, wanting to make her cum flow onto his hand and into his palm, he let another finger go in deep with its friend. Together they tormented both walls of her pussy at the same time, thrusting hard and in even long strokes, taking her to the edge and then receding back again only to dive back in deeper then before. He felt her pelvis tighten against his fingers, he found his fingers locked inside her, barely able to pull them from her, he proceeded to twist them in a semi-circle motion, screwing her, driving her hard, knowing he'd missed her more then he'd realized. His head bent further on her body and he bit her nipple through the material of her blouse, sucking on it hard. His tongue traveling over it as he sucked it and the material of her shirt deep into his mouth. Dana felt the first slam of lightning course through her body with the feel of Chuck's teeth biting through her shirt and gripping her tit in his mouth. She felt her hot, thick, syrup leave her body and continue to pour from her covering them both, sliding over his fingers and his hand, her own touching his as she slowed the rubbing of her clit so she could revel in the feelings that ran through her body. She screamed his name as her head fell back and her body rocked hard against his hand. Charles felt the muscles relax around his fingers and he moves them slowly in and out of her, treating her to a few quivers of passion to bring the remaining juice from her body. He smiles as his ears ring a bit from the sound of his familiar name escaped her lips. Chuck, she had screamed as her orgasm rocked her body and he'd never heard it sound so sweet until he'd heard it coming from her. He takes her hand from her clit and entwines her fingers with his and brings them up to his lips and kisses the moisture from their fingers, then turning his head up to her he stretches up to cover his lips with hers. They take a moment to repair her state of dress and they proceed to the park that Dana had wanted to share with Charles. She feels the stickiness between her legs as she parks the car. She takes a deep breath and feels the temperature in the air has changed and she feels a slight breeze cool her flushed skin. Together they move to the back of the car and remove the cooler and blanket. Dana had taken great care in preparing a meal for them to enjoy. They found a place to rest and watched people play with their children, lovers walk along quiet paths and they silently enjoyed their meal each lost in their thoughts of what had taken place just moments ago. Dana thoughts run along the lines of what she had experienced with Chuck, she had never been brought to such a point of desperate hunger, a need so animalistic she had screamed her passion aloud, hurting her own ears. She wondered how life could be so pleasurable and cruel, her life didn't make sense to her. Her marriage in shambles, her children the only thing keeping her from leaving everything, for the man she feels to be her soul mate. She struggles to make sense of it all, her affair would continue until she either left her husband or decided she could not continue with the heartache of not being with Chuck all the time. He had introduced her to new emotions she had kept locked away after years of neglect and not being allowed to express herself sexually. She would always love him for that, always keep a special place for him in her heart and hopefully someday in her life. She watches the children playing and remembers her own little ones, growing up so fast. Her twin girls now 11 and her son just turned 9, she had thought hard about taking them and leaving her husband, but she looks over at Chuck and realizes he wouldn't want to raise her kids, he's all ready raised a family, why should he want to raise another one. She hears a sound of longing escape her lungs and she lays back on the blanket, letting one hand rest over her chest and the other under her head, she feels her eyes droop. Charles watches her sleep and slowly packs all the left over food from their meal and places it to the side of their blanket. He runs his eyes over her body and watches her chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm, he finds himself longing to touch her again. He looks out at the last pair of young lovers heading for their car and sees himself in them, the way he was 30 years ago when he and his wife were first in love. Now he's older and sees the life he lives now, one of comfort and contentment and maybe some boredom. He was shocked that he'd met someone like Dana online. He wasn't looking for her, she was just there. He hadn't been looking to cheat on his wife, it just happened. The connection he felt for her was unbelievable they made love online as if they were right there, standing in the same room. He couldn't lose her and he knew once he'd heard her voice over the phone and then saw her make love to herself for him on cam, he had to be with her in the physical realm. Where would there paths end? What would become of them if his wife found out? He didn't want to think of that at this moment, he just wanted her. He watches the last car from the park leave and as the sun finishes setting low over the horizon, he places a kiss on Dana's bellybutton. He felt her stir and paused in his kissing. He waited until she rested her movements and he let his tongue travel in circles around her bellybutton again, this time dipping in it and licking her stomach. His hand slowly inched the hem of her shirt up and he placed his kisses higher up her body. Flicking his tongue along her ribs, his hand leaving feathery caresses just under the swell of her breast. Her breast had been teasing him all morning and afternoon and now he would have his fill of them. He heard her breath hiss and he knew she was now awake. He didn't pause to look up at her face, but set to work on her perky nipple, that pointed out to him begging him to please it. She had started to awaken when the cool night air first stirred against her stomach but she had felt the warmth of the last rays of sun hit her belly so she drifted back to sleep. She knew now that it had been his breath upon her body and not the warmth of the sun. She breathed deeply and let her fingers toy in his hair and she propped herself up on her elbow to watch his mouth cover her nipple. She watched as the tip of his tongue covered just the bud of her nipple, teasing it and flicking it gently causing it to stretch further trying to force itself into his mouth. She felt his fingers running up her ribs and under her arms, she jerked away when he hit an especially ticklish spot and all hope of avoiding this torment was forgotten as he proceeded to dig both hands under her arms and tickle her relentlessly. He hadn't planned on doing that, it just happened. Charles had planned on capturing her nipples in her mouth when she jerked but, he lost the battle of wickedness and tickled her until her breath was coming in great gasps and her laughs filled the air and echoed through the park. We watched her back arch and he was brought back to the hunger that his body yearned for, as her breast thrust forward. His mouth latched on to her breast and he felt her tug the shirt from her body. He proceeded to love her breast as if it were the only part of her body that needed him at that moment. His tongue ran over the bottom of the smooth globe and along its sides. He heard her gasp in pleasure as he let his teeth pull at the sensitive flesh, the white globe shown bright as the sun finished setting and the moonlight began to cover them, casting a blue hue of color over her flesh. He moved over her breast to lick the top of it, running his mouth along her freckles he smiled at them, knowing she was a rare breed of woman. Her raven hair hid the small things many would not notice her having, assuming freckles would rarely grace the presence of such a black haired beauty. He knew where all her freckles were he had found all those special spots on her the first time they made love. He continued to take his hand and lift her breast for his mouth, finally letting his tongue and mouth suck the rose nipple completely inside his mouth. He drew it in, letting his hand cup it's weight and cherish it more then he'd ever cherished another. The waves of love rocked him as he realized that his need for her was deeper then he'd ever realized and he shuddered inside knowing he would one day have to decide if he would come to her and want to stay only with her. Met on the Net Ch. 03 Recap: Charles and Dana met in an online chat room one year ago. They fell in love through seductive words, web cam viewing and sensuous phone calls. Both decided 8 months ago to meet and take their love to the next level, in that time each has struggled with indecision concerning their lives at home and their lives with each other. Dana is thrilled as she waits at the airport, thoughts of Chuck swim through her head, picturing his face, hands, smile as he made love to her the first time, remembering the long sweet love making in the park five months ago. She looks forward to this day and night with him, she had told her husband of the convention months ago, but now she wouldn't be attending. Her belongings were all ready at the hotel, so she only need wait for Charles to arrive. She watches an elderly woman stroke her husband's hand and smiles at the love still reflected in their eyes for one another, she knows that her own feelings are just as easily read on her face. She turns her head toward the crowd of passengers coming towards the loved ones waiting for them. Charles scans the faces, looking for her, his Dana, spying her seconds before she turns her face to him, their eyes lock and hold, his penetrating gaze never leaving her face as he quickens his step to her. His carry-on drops to the floor, his hands grab her face, his lips cover hers, as he pushes his tongue deep into her mouth, feeling his body begin to respond to her presence. "Oh, god Dana!" his voice sounding hungry and desperate to his own ears. He moves his hands from her face pushing his fingers into her hair, turning her head, thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth, feeling as if he won't ever get enough of her. Her lips are like silk, her mouth smooth as melted chocolate, as their tongues make love to each other. Dana claws at his arms, covering each one with her hands, pulling herself tight against him. She holds herself to his body, reaching up on her toes sucking in his tongue trying to devour him. "Chuck" is all she manages to say before their mouths collide again, her pussy wetting instantly, she squeezes her body tight holding in her desire. She can hardly believe this need to have him, to spread her legs open and let him bury himself deep. "Excuse me." Charles tucks her head against his chest as he hides her blush from the elderly gentleman who's voice brings them back to reality. He hears the older man chuckle as he takes his wife's hand, kisses her cheek and turns to hug a small child who had just run into their waiting arms. He holds Dana in a soft gentle hug, savoring this moment with her. He feels her tighten her hold on his shirt as she takes a deep breath calming herself, before stepping back from him. Moving his hand to hers, he bends to pick up his carry-on, together they move to collect his remaining luggage. He signals a cab and helps Dana inside, as the driver puts his luggage in the trunk, Charles slides in next to her. They sit close, holding hands, he watches her fingers rub his, caressing the skin and stroking the knuckles. He feels in his chest how much he's missed her, it had been five months since the night at the park. Five months of late night phone calls and five months of Internet romance. His wife, he knew had noticed the hickey on his neck, but had chosen never to question him about it, he wonders why and what he'll say if she ever does. He remembers how worried he was for Dana, praying the whole way home that her husband wouldn't notice his love mark on her. He closes his eyes and reflects on the relief he felt when she'd e-mailed him, letting him know that her spouse had not seen the bruised flesh, her make-up had once again kept their secret. Charles wonders as he looks down at the other woman in his life how her husband could be so blind. His own emotions are torn between his love and commitment to his spouse and this new love he feels inside him. He struggles with indecision, finally accepting that he must have Dana in his life for as long as she'll have of him. Dana ponders her reaction to seeing and touching Charles again, she knew she would have wanted to hold him immediately, to love him completely. She has teetered on the edge of leaving her husband and has decided that after this time with Charles she'll either end her affair or her marriage. Her heart aches each time she ends a chat or phone call and now each time she leaves his arms, a piece of her is left behind, a hole waiting to be filled the next time they are together. She knows the children will be hurt, confused, devastated, but she prays in time that they'll forgive her and see it was for the best to take them out of a home that offered only financial stability, not emotional substance for all involved. She runs her hand over Chuck's thigh and watches his leg move under her touch, they widen as he settles his arm around her shoulder. She thinks of the time he pleasured her in the car and her pussy clenches and throbs against her panties. She sighs heavily and tells him she is tired, her face blushes as she glances up at the rearview mirror noticing how the cabby's eyes fill with humor. Covering her blush in Chuck's chest she slowly lets her head settle lower on his body. Hearing his groan of approval, she waits as his body shifts and his legs stretch out in front of him, before running her palm against his crotch. The denim stretches across his cock, pushing her hand hard against him, she feels his cock growing, trying to get to her skin. She rubs the top of his head then moves back down to push against his balls, her pussy starts to slowly pump itself, moving in a circular motion, her head slides lower down his stomach. Her breathing comes faster as she imagines sucking his dick here in the cab, knowing the cabby could hear her, wanting him to hear her, wanting someone to know how much she loves this man. Charles moves one hand to his lovers head, silently urging her to do what she wishes. His piercing stare connects with the driver, signaling him to keep his eyes away from the couple in the back. He lets his hand stroke her scalp while his eyes return to her head, his hard cock strains against his jeans, he moves to undo his pants, shifting his ass so he can open the zipper. He puts his finger against Dana's lips and she sucks one in, then two, licking and stroking his fingers with her tongue. He moves his hand from her mouth placing it on the edge of the door. "Yes, baby." he whispers, as his hips press towards her. He feels her hands move into his jeans, stroking his hard cock, then her hand slips into the waistband of his boxers, grasping his penis, she brings it out for her display. Her pussy is wet, her panties slick with juice, she gazes at the hard cock just a lick away from her mouth. Her breath coming heavier as her finger runs across the swollen head, mumbling against his erection, "I want to suck you Chuck." Her throaty voice surprising even herself, "I want your cock in my mouth". Her head lowers over his cock, his hand pressing her onward. "Make me cum, hun." he says grinding his cock towards her eager lips. She covers his cock with her mouth, sucking him in deep, when she hears his growl of approval she moves her tongue around the hot member. Her head bobbing over his hard shaft, her breath is drawn into her lungs through her nose, her mouth never leaving his penis. She's wanted to do this for the last five months, she'd longed to fuck him again and was excited to do it this way, knowing someone else knew what she was doing. Up and down on his cock her mouth moves, sucking his dick in deep. His grip on her head helps plow his cock to the back of her throat, her jaw stretching to take him all the way in. She feels his hands on her ass, squeezing it as it rocks and pumps empty space. Her pussy aches to be touched, aches to be played with, she presses her ass up into his palm, silently telling him to touch her. Her mouth moves faster on his cock as his hand moves up her skirt, caressing the soft flesh. His fingers cause her to gasp as she feels them slowly slide between the crack of her ass. She lifts her mouth off his cock and moans his name, before she pushes her moist heaven back where it belongs. Charles stares at the ass pumping up and down beside him. He lets his fingers follow the crack of her ass down, he rubs her anus simulating her hole. He strokes it hard before continuing his search for her wet cunt. He feels her slick juice on his hands, her panties soaked from her pussy, his finger slides in easily and he hears her juices slipping over it. He moves his eyes to the cabby's and catches his stare in the mirror, with a jerk of his head, the cabby returns his focus to the road. Charles presses his cock against Dana's mouth, giving her pussy long strokes with his finger, he moves his hand with the same rhythm she uses on his dick. He can feel her walls slick with cum wanting to flow out of her, he pumps harder letting a second finger join his first driving them deep as her pussy clenches him tight. He can feel his body tense, he knows he'll soon cum in her mouth, sliding a third finger into her, he fucks her harder and faster. She growls against his cock, as his other hand presses her down. Holding her to him, his cum shoots into her mouth. Her pussy clenches hard against his fingers, her hot slick cum covering him, flowing down his hand, gathering in his palm. Her mouth continues to draw all the cum from his body, milking it, emptying his cock for them both. His fingers slow their stroking, as he cradles her pussy in his palm petting her moistness, slowly his hand moves back over her ass, pausing at the tight hole and running her cum over it. She slowly lifts her head from his cock, licking the tip and sides, cleansing it of his cum. Her pussy throbs as she attempts to regain her breath, her orgasm rocked her at the moment she felt his cum fill her mouth. She feels his chest under her head as they both struggle to breath. She lets her hand stroke his soft cock, before putting it back in his boxers. She covers his crotch as she feels his hand moving across her panties then smoothing her skirt back down. When his hand returns to her hair, she slowly brings her head back to his chest. Wiping a few drops of cum from her lips, she glances at the mirror, her eyes connecting with the cabby's as she licks her hand clean. His eyes widen, his face colors a dark red, before his eyes turn back to the road. She grins wickedly as she notices him shifting in his seat. Dana smiles, looks up at Charles, laughs as she hears him say, "Your a very bad girl." Reaching up to kiss his lips, their tongues suck and stroke removing the last taste of cum from her mouth, she smiles again and rests her head on his chest and falls into a peaceful slumber. He kisses her awake and helps her out of the cab. They walk together around to the trunk and the driver hands the luggage to Charles, tipping the driver handsomely, he notices a wet stain on the cabby's uniform, carrying his bags he grins to himself. His penis stirs as his eyes take in Dana's form walking in front of him, he watches the way her skirt swings back and forth over her ass, making him want his hands all over her again. He thinks to himself, as he follows her into the hotel, wondering what kind of man could ignore this woman. He is glad she found him and he found her. He lets her walk ahead of him into their room, his mind fills with memories of their first encounter, he notices no connecting door this time. Noticing her things placed around the room he rests his bags by the dresser and turns her into his arms to kiss her. His tongue traces over her lips and strokes lightly over her tongue, releasing her he moves to the bed and reaches for the phone. He watches Dana move into the bathroom, allowing him privacy. He phones his wife to ease her mind that his plane had arrived on time and relays what time he should be at the airport late tomorrow evening. He hangs up while Dana sits beside him, waiting to know how is family is doing. He hears no signs of jealousy or maliciousness in her tone, so he relates how his children and wife are. She in turn shares with him the antics of her own small children and some minor details of her spouse. They touch base with each other and he hears her stomach growl seconds before his. "You know as hungry as I am for you, I'm also starving!" She laughs, the sound stirring his soul as she moves to open the blinds, waiting for him to learn the layout of the hotel. Together they proceed to the hotel restaurant, he lets his hand guide her around others, as if he is shielding her from potential danger. He loves the protective feeling he gives her and longs to always protect her from harm. They arrive at the restaurant, sliding her into her chair he lets his fingers brush against the side of her breast, before taking his seat. He feels her foot slowly run along his, he winks at her, watching her raise her eyebrows and give him an innocent look. Staring back at her, he feels her foot slowly slide up his calf, over his knee, and up his inner thigh. He reaches his hand under the table and tickles her foot. She squeals and her foot drops to the floor just as the waitress approaches the table. Charles listens as his lover orders a bowl of soup and a salad, he orders the same, but includes a sandwich and a beer. He smiles across from her, watching her nose crinkle at the thought of tasting beer while she kisses him. He laughs loud as she tells him, "I'm saving my last drink of soda for you." Dana sits, watching him eat and drink his beer. She is actually looking forward to kissing him, she wonders how long the kiss would last before the taste of beer was no longer evident. She lets her shoe slip off her foot, sliding it back up his calf, this time instead of tickling her he slowly massages her foot under the table. He eats his lunch one handed as he strokes her foot, she feels her toes curl in delight and a sigh passes through her lips. She lets it rest there, his fingers caressing her ankle as they both eat their lunch. They share the last few drinks of her soda, before holding hands and leaving the restaurant. Together they stroll through the hotel, learning the location of the pool and bar, then moving outside they walk along the flower garden, taking in the fragrant blooms and tropical trees. Charles notices Dana has had a few shivers as the breeze picks up and cool air rushes into the area. He places his arm around her, warming her skin as his fingers stroke her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her neck he notices a hidden alcove surrounded by gaudy statues and large tropical plants. He presses his hands against her hips, while his mouth moves over hers, his tongue tracing her lips before he plunges it deep, tasting her soda, drinking her in. Swallowing her moans, he focuses on the alcove and whispers in her ear where to step as he leads her backwards, shrouding them both in the dense foliage of plants and marble. He glances around again, making sure there are no prying eyes watching them, his mouth returns to capture her lips with his. Dana realizes he has found some privacy for them, relaxing into his kiss, she feels his tongue stroking hers. She deepens the kiss, cleansing the bitter taste of his beer from his mouth, barely noticing it any longer as her body begins to heat up. Wrapping her arms around him, her lips slide across his neck, tasting his skin as she rubs her body against him. Her nipples become taunt against her bra, leaving them aching and itching to be touched. Her moans deepen as his hands rest on her hips then slide up her back. Curling her fingers in his hair, she presses her breast deep against his chest, feeling the afternoon air hit her thighs, as he slowly gathers her skirt in his hand. She feels him pressing her back further into the alcove, her legs hitting a wicker chair, she bends to sit. Charles watches her move her hands up his thighs, over his crotch, causing him to groan and press closer to her. He moves her hands from his body and sees the questioning look in her eyes disappear as he bends down on his knees in front of her. The moan of anticipation escapes her lips as he slides his hands to her ass, bringing her closer to the edge of the seat. He kisses her knees, slowly running his fingers up her inner thighs, rubbing, circling, stroking them. He hears her sounds of pleasure touch his heart as his fingers reach the leg holes of her panties, they curl around the hem and stroke the edging. His hand rubs against her thigh then back to the center of her womanhood, covered only by a thin piece of silk. His fingertips barely graze the soft hairs, skimming back to each hip, slowly he works her panties off, urging her ass to lift, as he slides them down her body. Taking first her left foot, then right, he moves the panties from her, pressing them to his face, he inhales her scent. He rubs the wet crotch between his fingers before telling her, "These are illegal when your with me." He tosses them over his shoulder, as her giggle escapes from between her lips. His mind is in awe of this woman, so full of life and only able to show a small part of her sexuality with her spouse, yet he gets it all. He is treated to her humor, kindness, sexual desires, he knows her wants, dreams and knows he would never take her for granted. Her shiver from the cool breeze brings him back to her body, pressing his lips to the white flesh of her inner thigh, he sucks gently, nibbling his way up her leg. His finger moves up the other, circling it, stroking it, as he slowly presses her thighs open, his head moves her skirt, he sees her hands gathering it further up her hips. Dana lets her head rest on the back of the chair, moaning his name, feeling the silkiness of her skirt as it caressing her hips. His tongue licks her skin, soft bites call to her body making it want more of his touches. Her eyes close, her mouth opens to get more breath for her starving lungs. She feels his mouth resting for a moment just beside the edge of her pussy, he is concentrating, focusing on making his mark of ownership high on her body. She quivers sliding a finger over her clit, as he sucks her sensitive flesh, her finger presses against her swollen nub. She gasps as he bites and assaults her skin, making sure she knows who owns her. Her finger runs over her mound, feeling the soft hairs, presses her palm against them. She pets her pussy, stroking it like a kitten, wanting her own body to purr in delight, she dips a finger inside the folds and coaxes some of her slick moisture out of its cell. She jerks up as her lover's mouth releases her skin to move to her finger, his tongue circling it, devouring the hot juice that covers it. She presses her hips further off the seat, as his tongue and mouth tease the opposite thigh, repeating the process again, leaving his brand twice on her body. She dips her finger in again, her hot pussy rocks against it, while he licks and sucks her thigh. Her ears pick up the sound of his growl as once again sucks her finger clean, taking her hand, he laces her fingers with his, before he groans out to her, "Dana, I'm feeling very greedy today." Charles plunges his tongue into her wet cunt, fucking her deep hole, sliding in and out while his hand squeezes hers. Moving his tongue from her dark tunnel he runs it up and down your wet lips, lapping at all the juice covering them. His tongue moves over her bush as he licks it also, tasting her nectar, cleansing her thatch. He moves his hand from hers, placing it on her breast, as he moves his to her swollen lips and spreads them open for his probing muscle. His tongue stiffens, entering her hole, stroking the walls, eating his way through her. He loves to have her like this, thrashing, thrusting under his mouth, tasting her sweetness, blowing hot breath into her pussy. His cock is rock hard as his tongue continues to lap at this unique gift opening wide for him, moving his other hand to her, he watches his finger slide into her cunt. He pushes his finger deep, caressing her walls, pushing against them, stroking them, his tongue joins his finger, urging her to give over her precious treasure. Her cum hits his mouth and finger, soaking his face as he lick it, savors it, wanting it to cover, his tongue, lips, chin. He buries his face deep into her and sucks her cum from her body, lapping it up with full long strokes. He presses kisses along her thatch, feeling her body relax as his fingers slowly massage her thighs again. Met on the Net Ch. 04 Dana and Charles, two people who live miles away, met online and have had a wonderful love affair. Moving from online chats, phone calls, steamy web cam sessions and finally to days and nights full of passion, love and lust. Catch up on their lives in this final chapter of Met on the Net. * Dana sits in her home, her new home. She rests on the couch having just hung her final portrait, the one of her and the children, taken a month after her divorce was final. The divorce went smoothly, but Dana knew it would. Once she had confessed her relationship with another man, she had no problem getting all she had asked for. Both of them knew that the marriage was over long before she had even met Charles, it was just a matter of time before one of them turned to someone else. It ended peacefully and quickly, custody was shared and she hoped that their father took the time to appreciate and enjoy his children. She knew that it had been hard for them and they still struggled with grief and guilt, thinking the blame was theirs to shoulder. Though the family unit was dissolved they all met monthly for counseling to help ease the children into realizing that though mom and dad were no longer together, the kids were still the most important things in their lives. The house is quiet now, the twins and their brother spending the next 2 months with their dad for the summer, Dana closes her eyes and thinks of Charles. Thinking over the last year and a half and how different her life is, how much she has changed and grown. No longer would someone look at her and see a quiet reserved woman, but they would see a woman who has a sparkle in her eye and a skip to her walk. She feels as if everything in her life is as it should be. She is in love with a wonderful man, she is residing in her own home, decorated her way and this summer she gets to just experience life. The doorbell chimes and she is startled back to the presence, moving towards the door she presses her hand against her stomach to quell the nerves inside. She knows who is behind the door and she is always amazed that after all this time, he still manages to make her feel young and giddy. Charles waits outside the door, his back facing it. He admires the neighborhood and the lovely flowers that Dana has scattered in various flower beds, he sees her special touch in everything related to her. He was unsure of how her divorce would proceed, but was relieved when she had kept him informed on the proceedings. Now here he was on her front porch and for the first time they would be able to make love without any worries about her having to hide any marks on her skin. However, he would still have to be cautious. The business acquaintance that he had noticed in the hotel bar, the last time he and Dana were together, had agreed to keep quiet. He and Charles had discussed what each had seen one night after work and Charles now knew why his 'friend' wouldn't say a word to his wife about what he'd seen. Both men stood to lose many things if their extracurricular activities were discovered. He hears her footsteps behind the door and turns just as she opens it. "Hello beautiful," he says as she walks into his arms. "I've missed you." He folds her into his embrace and presses his lips to hers. Sighing with each stroke of her tongue with his, he tightens his hold on her. The cool wine bottle in his hand rests against his arm as his other hand presses into the small of her back. Moving his lips across her's he taste her mouth, together their tongues dance and stroke one another, remembering how each one feels. "We'd better take this inside." he mumbles against her lips. Charles follows her inside watching her ass move under her skirt, he quickens his step and places his palm on her left cheek, squeezing it gently. She smiles up at him and takes the wine bottle from his offered hand. He follows her into the dining room and waits as she reaches in the curio cabinet for two crystal goblets. Looking around Charles notices a wine rack and admires her taste in wines. He uncorks the bottle he had brought, a 1935 Chateau Filhout 2eme Cru Sauterne, allows it to breath, before pouring a small sample and passing it to her. He watches her as she swirls and slowly samples the exquisite treat. He'd decided to bring it to welcome a new path for their lives to take. He fills both of their glasses and together they move to her sofa. Dana cuddles against his side enjoying the taste of the wine along with the relaxing feeling of finally being with him in her home, no need to call home and check in, no need to keep her relationship secret from her family. She worries about Charles now. He had told her about the business man and why he had become uneasy at the hotel the last time they were together, but she knew that Charles would have to handle things on his end the way he saw fit. She had come to realize that she didn't want to be married again. She was enjoying this relationship with Chuck and she wanted it to remain this way, no longer having to answer to a man, no longer wondering if it was ok to enjoy something that her spouse didn't. A new since of freedom had enveloped her and she was embracing it. Finishing her wine she set her goblet on the coffee table beside Charles'. She took his hand in hers and began a tour of her home. She enjoyed holding his hand and showing him her sanctuary. They moved from room to room as shared with him memories of the various pictures she had throughout the house. Memories of things he had only been told about, but had not actually had gotten to see pictures of. They moved on from the children's room, where she shared how much fun it had been to let each child decorate it the way they wanted. She pointed out to him each child's unique personality. Together they moved to the master suite and she grinned up at him. Dana saw the hungry look in his eye as he moved to kiss her, she turned her head, chuckling as she allowed his lips to rest on her neck instead. "Later my love." she told him, as together they glided down the stairs back to the kitchen. "I have been wanting to cook for you ever since I realized I loved you." Charles sits on a bar stool and watches his lady love, move around her kitchen. He sees how at ease and relaxed she is and he falls deeper in love with her seeing her in a new light. Enjoying her presence as she moves without a care or worry in her walk or in her face. He sees nothing but joy radiate from her. Sliding from the stool he walks up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as she cuts the vegetables for the salad. He lets his hand slide up to cup her breast, feeling the soft globe of flesh. His fingers move gently over her nipple. It tightens under his touch as he slowly twist the bud between his thumb and finger. Her head leans to one side so his mouth can gently nibble her flesh. He watches her hand grip and release the knife, laying it down on the board as she gives herself over to his hands. He slides his hand back and forth across her breast, first one then the other. His other hand slides down into her skirt to rest his palm on the silkiness of her panties. One of his fingers slowly press against the lips of her pussy, feeling the softness of her panties. Her sigh fills the air as his kiss covers her neck. She presses her ass against his erection and grips the counter's edge. Charles continues to suck on her neck, his tongue pressing against her pulse. He moves his fingers along her body, barely touching her, feeling her skin beneath his caress begin to cover in goose-bumps. His hand slides back and forth on her pussy, barred from his fingers. She calls his name and he feels her legs opening for him. Coaxing the edge of her panties to the side with his fingers he lets one slip across her wet lips. Dana shutters as his finger makes contact with her aroused sex. She presses her ass against him and opens her legs wider, inviting him in. The marble counter top is cold and smooth to her hands as she tightens her grip with each stroke of his tongue against her neck. His fingers move over her cunt, bringing the wetness to the surface of her body. She slides her body up and down his urging him to probe her more fully. As his finger dips inside her she bites her lower lip, feeling her body quiver against him. Together they move, her hips thrusting and her pussy clenching as his finger slides deeper into her. Soon her body is craving more and he answers that craving with another finger joining the first. She bucks against him, his thumb rubs her clit as each drive his fingers make go deeper and deeper. The hand on her nipple brings more torment to her senses. She feels as if she can not get enough of his touch, his caresses or his loving. Her breast ache with need, a hunger that only he can satisfy. She feels her body soaring on a precipice as if it is waiting to fall, to crash against the jagged rocks below, and it does. Dana cries out as she feels her lover's bite against her neck bringing her the orgasm she had been building to. Her sex releases its moist treasure, covering his fingers. She clenches his fingers inside her as he continues to twist and turn them, bringing more fire from her body. Each wave of desire slams against her as he rocks his hips against her ass, bringing the last of her need from her. Charles presses a kiss against Dana's neck and slides his fingers from her. He passes them over her panties as his other hand moves from her breast, to lay on her hip. He removes his hand from her skirt. "I'll be back." he tells her as he gives her as a smooth caress and moves off to the bathroom. Charles washes his hands then dries them. He takes a moment to rub his hard cock, easing some of the discomfort that was brought on in the kitchen. He looks at himself in the mirror, seeing a man who has lived a hard life. Though most of his years as a husband and father have been pleasant, he wonders what had brought him to this point. What path did he travel that would lead him to have an affair with a woman for well over a year? He would never have seen himself, cheating on her, but here he was again with Dana. Now Dana was single, she had told him that she didn't want to get married, that she wanted to remain his lover and friend. But what if the time came when she did meet someone else would he be able to lose her? He knew he wouldn't leave his wife, he loved her and he felt that he belonged with her, his love for Dana was strong, but the commitment to his wife was stronger. Moving back through Dana's home he takes in all the little things that make her special. She obviously loved flowers, they were spread all over the house. A mixture of silk arrangements and fresh ones could be found in every room. He noticed the bird feeders outside and the lovely fountain surrounded by a man made garden pond. The most interesting thing that he noticed was the small room in the corner, he had thought it the most charming room in her home. Her love of wind chimes was obvious as a soft breeze caused the more then two dozen, hanging from the ceiling, to sing gently in the room. He chuckled as he closed the door and headed back, letting his nose lead him to the kitchen. Dana moved from the kitchen to the dining room, her face still warm and hot from her orgasm. She let Charles assist in setting up the table while she finished the pasta. She had planned on this simple supper for the two of them, her family recipe for spaghetti and a wonderful Caesar salad. Together they enjoyed dinner each talking about the others families. She touched base on her new job and how nervous she had been on re-entering the work force. Dana had told Chuck about how much she had missed interacting with other adults and how much she had loved her former job as an accountant, now she was getting her feet wet again and loved every minute of it. She smiled wide as she related the escapades of her co-workers and the fun they all had when they went out. Dana moved her hand to his and ran her fingers across them. "I'm glad your here. I've missed you and I've wanted to share all this with you." Her fingers curl around his and they finish their meal in the quiet, each one stealing glances of the other. After dinner they both gathered up the dishes and moved to the sink. He offered to wash and she shooed him off to grab a towel, no one would wash her antique dishes, but herself. She washed each plate and utensil with care, remembering all the family dinners that had been on these plates, a bit of melancholy comes over her and she sighs. She thinks back over the years she had spent in her marriage, the years of romance and then the years of loneliness, knowing that all of it was so she could be where she is now, independent and free to learn about herself. Taking Charles hands she leads him out to the garden, they walk a winding path she had created with the local landscape designer and she shows him all the plants and flowers, her favorite the carnation. They move to the pool house and she pulls him into her arms. Charles' hands wrap around her back and hold her close to him. His left slips down to cup her ass cheek while his right moves to her chin, tilting it up he lowers his lips to hers. He takes his time kissing her, savoring this new Dana, this new woman he has discovered. She looks the same and yet different, but he still loves her, he now wonders if he is enough for her. He has a feeling that her life is going to be a new more exciting one and he hopes she will continue to allow him to be a part of it. His lips move slowly over hers. Using his tongue as if it were a pen, he traces the outline of her lips. Slowly he runs his tongue along the seam of her closed mouth, before he feels them part slightly for his probing muscle. When their tongues meet with the slightest touch, each one retracting from the other,only to return again to dance and taste. They kiss with their mouths open only their tongues touch, each little lick bringing shivers to one another. He moves his hands into her hair, letting the combs fall to the ground, releasing her dark curls to fall against her back. Sliding his hand along the back of her skirt he moves it down to the hem. His fingers creep slowly up her thigh and around to her rear again, smoothing his hand over her satin covering. He grips her and pulls her body closer to his. The pressure of her against his cock only drives his hardness into more of a gnawing ache. He longs to bury himself deep inside her, but he wants to enjoy this time with her, to take their time together, as if they are christening this home for them. He slides his hand from her ass and out of her skirt. It travels up to her waist and inside her blouse, again he feels the texture of her bra and he releases the clasp that is holding her breast hostage. Her nipples pucker as his fingers slowly glide across each one. The warm evening air stirs against her skin and he presses his palm against her breast. Dana presses her breast against his hand and enjoys the friendly banter of their kiss. She can feel his erection pressing into her and she rubs her body against it. Pulling back from him to look into his eyes she asks him, "Would you like to swim this evening? I have suits for us both." She smiles innocently up at him as she watches his eyes darken with love and lust. "Suits? Do you think we would keep them on for long?" "Nope" She moves away from his arms and steps from him. She holds out her hands silently telling him not to touch her. She moves to the pool house and turns on some music. Antonio Vivaldi's, All of the Spring section of the Fair Seasons, plays quietly as she moves back to stand in front of Chuck. Her hands slide to the buttons of her blouse. One by one she lets each button slip from its hole. Her hand moves inside her blouse as the opening widens with each new release. She watches Charles while she undresses for him. Her blouse billows in the breeze as she moves both her hands to her breast. She pushes back the bra that he had earlier unclasped and allows her breast to be released, cupping them in her hands. Running her fingers across her nipples, she feels them peak beneath her fingers. He continues to watch her, she sees his chest rise and fall as she plays with her tits. Dana allows her fingers to fondle her chest before sliding her blouse off her shoulders and down her back taking her bra along with it. She sways her body slowly as the music plays for them. Her head falls back as she cups her breast again, kneading them with her palms and fingers. Sliding one hand down her body, the other remaining on her breast, she slips her palm between her panties and her pussy. Her head comes back up as her finger slides against her clit. Eyes connect with eyes as they watch each other. Her own show lust and passion as she stares into those of her lovers. His reflecting back to her the same need and the same hunger she feels. As her finger pushes into her wet hole her other digits pull and tug at her nipple, moaning and writhing against her hand, she calls out his name. Charles struggles to remain still as he watches his woman bring herself to orgasm, with each thrust of her finger he can feel her pussy around his own cock. Though they do not touch his own erection strains against his pants and he reaches to strip his clothing from his body. He watches her hand move under her skirt as her own body moves back and forth in a rocking motion. He quickly removes his shirt, pulling it over his head. His shoes, slacks and boxers are quick to follow. His eyes never leave her crotch as he bends and removes each sock. Charles stands naked in front of Dana as his cock points up for her, aching to have her. He watches her as she shutters against her hand and then he walks slowly towards her. Dropping to his knees, he yanks the skirt and panties down over her hips, ass and legs. It pools at her feet and he pins his mouth against her wet lips. He licks the cum from her body, thrusting his tongue deep into her cunt. He fucks her with his mouth, tasting the sweet nectar that she had freed. His tongue moves in and out of her, licking her full slit, before sliding in again. He is greedy with his tongue wanting to suck and drink all of her. Charles moves his mouth to her clit and sucks it hard, his teeth pulling on the hard bud. His own cock fights to be noticed, tired of being denied. Charles pushes back the need to drive into her and continues to plow and stoke her with his tongue. Her fingers pull him closer to her pussy, diving deep he grinds his tongue against her. Again, he hears her scream calling out his name and with each hard firm lick she empties her juice on his tongue. He drinks and sucks all he can of her, enjoying the orgasm with her this time. Dana feels as if she will die. Her breathing is ragged, her heart beats in her chest. The blood flowing in her body is on fire, as if it were boiling inside each vein. She pulls his head from her pussy and drops to her knees in front of him. She kisses Chuck deeply, licking his lips and chin sharing the taste of her. He pushes her down against the hard patio surface. She feels the cold slabs of brick and rock against her back not caring how they feel when he lifts her legs to his shoulders. She watches his cock as his hand guides it into her pussy. She clenches her eyes shut and lifts her hips as she feels him rub his cock between her wet lips, before he slams it fully into her. Dana gasps and thrust herself up higher, her hips driving his cock in deeper Together they move as one. She feels his hard cock drive faster his hands on her hips as he pulls her against him. Her hands grab her breast, her nipples red and swollen from her ministrations, she continues to moan and call out her need for him. Dana works her nipples into harder nubs before sliding her finger to her clit. She strokes it as Charles rams her pussy harder and harder together they pump and move each one taking what they want and giving what they can. She can feel her release coming closer and she knows Charles will reach his soon. She clamps down on his cock and squeezes his shaft. The walls of her pussy ache as she cradles him against her, keeping his cock hard and full.