0 comments/ 34571 views/ 6 favorites My Hot Tub By: His Sex Kitten After a long and hectic day at the office, I couldn’t wait to get home and out of my suit and high heels and into my backyard hot tub to relax. On the way home I stopped and bought a bottle of wine to enjoy while soaking out the day’s stress. Once I walked in my front door, I kicked off my shoes and began undressing before I even made it to the bedroom. In my bedroom, I grabbed my robe and headed down to the kitchen to check for telephone messages and grab a glass for my wine. Typically, just 2 messages. One from my sister saying she might stop by and the other from some telemarketing firm. You see I’m a very shy and quiet person and don’t get out much so I never expect anyone important to call me but I check in the hopes that maybe someday that “special” person will call. My family keeps telling me that I’m a beautiful girl and should be out meeting people and maybe finding Mr. Right. Outside by the side of the hot tub I dropped my robe and poured a glass of wine and then slowly stepped into the warm water and felt the day’s tension begin to slip away. I let the jets of the hot tub work out the tension of my shoulders and just closed my eyes and put my head back, forgetting about my wine for a moment. Stretched out in the tub I could feel the jets coming from all directions and hitting different parts of my body, making my whole body begin to relax. Knowing my backyard was completely fenced in I decided to enjoy the hot tub just a little more. Placing my glass on the edge of the tub, I positioned myself in front of one of the jets and let the water pressure hit me in my most sensitive areas. Sighing I knew that this would make me feel so much better. Touching my breasts, I continued to let the water to fondle my womanhood making my body quiver. Slowly I rolled my body over so that the jets were hitting me from behind so that I could experience an overall sensation of pleasure. Groaning in delight, I continued to fondle my breast and then used the fingers on my other hand to touch my now wet pussy. Slowly I slid my fingers into myself while the jets continued their pulsing action on me. My nipples were hard beyond belief and my fingers were so wet they were easily sliding in and out of my pussy. Feeling the impending orgasm I pulled my fingers out and begin touching my clit, making my body shudder deeply. I kept moving slightly so that the water jets would first hit my pussy and then my ass, making the sensation so totally unbelievable. At the precise moment of my orgasm I slid my fingers into my pussy one more time and then into my mouth, tasting myself and feeling my orgasm take over completely. Knowing that I let out a little cry, I looked around my yard but knew there could be no one there. Slowly I sat back upright in the tub and had a long sip of my wine. Within minutes I heard a knock at the gate of my yard. Figuring my sister had arrived and having no need to worry about being naked, I yelled “come in”. Much to my surprise it was the guy who lived next door to me. Not wanting to make a big deal out of being stark naked in my tub, I laughed and said “sorry for not being dressed for the occasion but I wasn’t expecting company”. He just smiled and said nothing. Not sure why he was there but not minding his company, I invited him to sit down and have a glass of wine. He accepted graciously and turned around so that I could climb out of the tub and put my robe on and join him at the patio table for a drink. Now let me tell you a little bit about my neighbour before I go any further with this story. His name is Dan and he is unbelievably handsome and yet doesn’t even seem to know it. He is a tall guy and built quite nicely without being a bodybuilder type. He had a clean-shaven face, deep blue eyes and dark wavy hair, which totally made him an Adonis in my eyes. Up until today we had never really spoken much, except for brief hellos from our driveways before or after work. Heck I don’t think I even knew if he was married, single or living with someone. I know that I had seen a woman at his place on various occasions but can’t ever remember seeing them show any affection towards each other, aside from the occasional hug maybe. So curious now I had to ask what brought him to my house. “So Dan what brings you by my neck of the woods?” I asked feeling stupid already but giddy with the fresh orgasm and wine affecting me from the heat of the water. “Well I heard strange, almost crying, noises from your backyard and saw your car in the driveway so wanted to make sure you were ok.” Was his response to me with a shy smile. Now feeling just a little more than embarrassed and wondering if he knew just what the sounds were he heard, I looked down to hide my blush. Thankfully it was dusk and the yard lights weren’t on yet. When I saw his eyes leave my face and move downwards just slightly, I looked down and realized that my robe had slid open just enough to expose the top of one of my breasts. I did not want to seem too obvious so I just ignored it and continued talking. “Oh that was just me enjoying the relaxation of the hot tub after a long day at work.” I smiled back at him. Continuing to watch his eyes now I saw them move slowly down the length of my body, taking in my bare legs and feet before moving back up to my eyes. “Ah yes,” he answered, “I knew you had a tub back here. Have often thought how nice it would be to have one to relax in.” Taking my cue I invited him to join me in the tub for a bit. “You’re more than welcome to join me any time you want Dan. Even now if you’d like. Go grab a pair of shorts and I’ll grab my suit.” Much to my surprise he accepted my invitation but then shocked me with his next comment. “Oh don’t get a suit just for me. I prefer being naked in a tub myself.” He grinned at me, showing his absolutely adorable dimples. “That is if you don’t mind of course.” Trying to feel braver than I was I just nodded and said it was no problem. He slowly began undressing so I turned my back to him and removed my robe and quickly got into the tub. Once down to his boxer briefs (oh God how sexy are they), he slid into the pool across from me. Now I must tell you that my hot tub is not very big and I didn’t buy it thinking of having anyone in it but myself so it was rather cozy. With our wine glasses in hand and legs touching each other, I wasn’t sure what to feel and didn’t want to read more into this than it was so I just sat back and enjoyed the company and the good wine and warm water. Coming out of my daydream, I heard Dan asking me a question. “Sorry I was daydreaming. What was that?” I asked trying to appear casual. “I was just wondering if you do this every day after work?” he asked. His body had shifted slightly and I could feel his foot against my thigh. I could feel the heat rise in my body with his touch and hoped I could speak without sounding like a complete fool. “Ummmm yeah I try to depending on if I have any work that needs to be done at home or not. I usually give myself a break though if I’m working at home. I try not to get too involved in my work that I forget the small pleasures in life.” As I said the word pleasures, I shifted just slightly in the tub and his foot was now higher on my thigh, almost at my hip. I realized then that his legs were slightly spread apart which left my feet between his legs. I tried not to move too much. As we continued to chat about everyday things and had another glass of wine, I noticed that Dan was moving his foot slowly against my thigh. Not sure if this was intentional or not, I tried to ignore it but it was almost an erotic feeling. Deciding to test the waters, so to speak, I casually moved my foot so that it was now touching the inside of his thigh. Smiling at me, he casually reached under the water and took hold of my foot and began slowly running his thumb along of the bottom of it. Not being ticklish I didn’t mind but all of a sudden the sensation sent little shivers running up my entire body. He must have noticed because he stopped and asked, “Should I stop?”. Not sure I could speak I just shook my head at him and he continued to rub the bottom of my foot in a very sensual manner. Letting the feeling take me over, I reached my hand out and touched his foot that was still touching my thigh. Running my fingernails across his skin I continued to just lay back and enjoy whatever this was that was happening between us and not trying to analyze it. All of a sudden I realized he was no longer rubbing my foot and that he had moved in the tub so that he was positioned beside me. I looked over at his startling blue eyes that were staring into mine and smiled at him. “Can I kiss you?” he asked. In response I leaned forward and placed my lips gently against his. Slowly his tongue pushed my lips apart and his tongue moved into my mouth, exploring every inch of it. Sighing deeply, I pressed my hands against his chest and let him continue his exploration. Slowly he began running his tongue along my lips and then I felt his hands touching my hair, my face and then the bare skin of my shoulders. I could feel my nipples tighten with anticipation and wondered how much further his hands would explore or if he would just stop there and wait for my cue. Feeling like a totally different person than my usual shy self, I reached my hands around to his back and slowly ran my fingernails down his spine, feeling him shudder slightly and I then licked his lips and sucked his tongue into my mouth, taking it in and out, teasing him now. This was obviously what he was waiting for because his hands began to work their way down from my shoulders, touching my breasts gently at first, and then taking each nipple between his strong fingers and just gently pinching them. I gasped at that moment and soon moved to position myself so that we were face to face with me straddling his lap. This behaviour was so unlike me. Yes, I had sexual partners in the past but never was I this bold or outgoing to start something like this. I was a very conservative person when it came to sex. I had fantasized about stuff like this but never actually done them. Sitting face to face with him now, I could feel his hardness against me. His fingers continued to play with my nipples while I continued to kiss him, occasionally taking his tongue into my mouth and gently licking his lips. My hands continued to run up and down his back, occasionally entwining my fingers in his hair. With the slightest movement of my body, his hardness was now just barely touching my pussy. Suddenly he placed his hands under my arms and lifted me onto the deck of the tub. Sitting there feeling the cool air against my body was a very pleasing sensation and I closed my eyes to enjoy it. Next thing I can feel his tongue running up the inside of my thigh and his hands on my ass holding me close and keeping me from moving away. Oh goodness I thought, am I ready for this? I could feel his tongue making small circles on the inside of my legs and feel his hot breath caressing my cool skin. This was the most erotic sensation I had ever felt. I opened my eyes and looked down at him and his eyes pierced mine, filled with the same desire that I was feeling. Trying to relax and enjoy this newfound feeling of pleasure, I sighed and closed my eyes again. Within moments I felt his hands moving their way up my belly to my breasts. Soon I felt his fingers fondling my nipples and then, without warning, his tongue penetrated my womanhood. I let out a soft little cry. Pulling away from me for a split second, Dan said, “That was the sound I heard earlier.” At that moment I was completely aware of the fact that he knew exactly what he had heard earlier. He smiled and then once again buried his face in me, gentle flicks of his tongue against my clit and penetrating me as if fucking me with his tongue. Knowing that I would not be able to hold my orgasm off much longer I reached down and gently pulled him towards me. We kissed deeply and then he turned me over so that my back was to him now. On my hands and knees now on the deck, I felt his fingers penetrate my wetness and then smoothly slide out to find my other hole. With my own lubrication he gently inserted a finger into my ass. I had never had this happen to me before but I was shocked at the absolute wonderful feeling of it. Then I could feel his hardness against my wetness and I knew that I was in for the best orgasm of my life. With his finger still in my ass, he slowly pushed the head of his penis into me. He was so hard and I was so wet but it was a nice tight fit and I could feel myself wanting to feel him fully inside me. He continued to penetrate me and then in a moment he was entirely inside me. I could feel my muscles clench all around him, holding him inside me and not wanting to let go. He slowly pulled back out and then thrust inside me again. With each thrust he continued the finger movement and I could feel myself becoming overwhelmed with my impending orgasm. As his breathing quickened, he removed his finger from inside me and grasped my hips firmly to hold on and thrust himself into me harder and faster. I knew that he was close to his own orgasm and with each thrust deep inside me I could feel my own orgasm rising from deep inside me. Suddenly I could feel him arch his back and he penetrated me to his depth. He slowly withdrew and then slammed back into me so that I could feel his balls slamming against my clitoris which now brought me to the edge of the abyss. He continued this and then I heard a soft cry and realized it was me. I was so turned on and knew I was going cum in just moments. “Oh Dan I’m going to cum. This feels so good. Cum with me. Let me feel you cum inside me.” I begged him. He groaned out loud and then with a few more thrusts I could feel him beginning to orgasm. At that moment, I let myself go and felt a shuddering from deep inside myself, my heart pounding so hard I thought it would come right out of my chest. In seconds I orgasmed, soon followed by him shooting his load deep inside me. Instead of pulling away from me at that moment, he actually laid me down on my side and curled up with me. The cool air against our sweaty bodies felt so good and I just laid there feeling intoxicated. He began kissing the back of my neck, running his hands across my chest and down to my belly. Soon he was reaching for my wetness and touching me tenderly and I could feel him hardening against me again. I just lay there silently enjoying this and waiting for more. My Hot Tub I'm so glad today is Friday. Another long, crappy day at work was almost over. The whole day consisted of angry people on the phone, filing, paperwork, more filing, a few boring meetings, and then of course more filing. At 8:00, I finally shut my computer down, turned off my light and gathered my belongings. I got into the elevator and pressed the L button. The doors opened and I stepped out into the great New York City traffic. I walked to 15 minutes to my building and got into the elevator. When I arrived on my floor, I stepped out and opened my door. I set the mail, my keys, and my purse on the table. I slipped my suit jacket off and hung it in the closet. Today sucked. I looked at the calendar and noticed today was the one year anniversary that my ex fiancée dumped me. I was feeling down in the dumps because of it. I poured myself a glass of wine and got undressed. I went into my bedroom and began slowly unbuttoning my blouse. I stepped out of my skirt and dropped it into the hamper in the large walk in closet. I also shook my blouse off and put it into the hamper also. I reached around and unsnapped my bra letting my aching breasts fall free. I hooked my thumbs in my pantyhose and pulled them off. I also pulled of my soaking wet thong. I reached up and massaged my breasts. They were so full and lush with life. I grabbed a robe off the hook in the bathroom, grabbed my glass of wine and went out onto the deck. I turned on the jets to the hot tub and looked out onto the city. The lights lit it up like Vegas, the noise comforting my disdainful world. I looked to the right and didn't see any neighbors out, so I untied my robe and let it fall onto the chaise sitting by the hot tub. My nipples hardened from the cool breeze that was in the air. I shivered as I stepped into it and sank into the relaxing heat. I shrugged my shoulders a few times, circled my neck, trying to get rid of the tense aching. I slowly sipped my wine and thought about my life. I would have been married by now, but all was skewed because I caught that bastard fucking my best friend. Some best friend I had. Today everything just seemed worse somehow. Sure I had a nice flat in New York and a nice job. But the stress from the job was getting to me. I didn't have much of a social life and I hadn't had a good fuck in over 6 months. I poured myself another glass of wine loving the warmth of the hot tub and letting the wine fill me up. After about my 3rd glass, I was feeling really sorry for myself. The alcohol was starting to affect me and I was getting hornier by the minute. My nipples were painfully erect now and my pussy was aching to be fucked by a huge massive cock. I let the jets massage the knots in my shoulders and I suddenly got an idea. I read about women getting off by jets, but have never tried it. I turned around and knelt on the seat in the hot tub. The breeze blew across my hard tits and I moaned. I massaged my breasts, pulling on my nipples hard. I placed my aching cunt against the jet and held onto the ledge. The hot water hit my cunt and I moaned in bliss. I let the water flood my cunt and flow into me, welcoming it with a passion. I gripped the ledge harder and lifted my legs onto the ledge. I pressed my pussy closer to the jet and the water flowed over my hard clit, teasing it with the bubbles. I continued humping the water as it fucked my cunt with a massive force. I knew I was close to cumming and I ground my hips against the jet harder and harder. My climax hit me so hard, I almost lost my grip and fell backwards into the hot tub. My clit, so sensitive, throbbed still engorged with blood. I was still horny. I hadn't fucked anyone in over 6 months and my cunt ached for a dick. I ached for a thick cock to pierce my tight hole over and over making me cum hard. I ached for my lover to fuck me like a whore, cumming all over my face and tits. I got out of the hot tub and threw on my robe. I went inside and went to my toy drawer. I grabbed the biggest dildo I had in there. It was a 12 inch cock with a vibrating clit stimulator. I wasted no time getting to it. I grabbed my reading pillow and sat in front of my full length mirror. I loved watching myself masturbate. I sucked on the cock like it was real. I licked my way down the shaft and shoved it far into my mouth, deep throating it, wishing you would cum all over me. I then take it out and thrust it deep into my aching cunt. I turn on the clit stimulator and slowly slide the cock into my pussy inch by inch. I slowly watch it disappear into my dripping hole. When all 12 inches of cock are gone from view, I then begin to fuck myself. I start with long, slow strokes, working up to a faster pace. I reach up and fondle my tits, pulling my nipples into rock hard peaks. I hump my dildo faster and faster, getting ready to cum. My clit, a hard nub is so big, that when I touch the vibrating part on it, I explode with pleasure. My body rocks violently and cum gushes out of my swollen cunt lips. I moan and am breathing so heavy. After my orgasm subsides, I lick my pussy juice off my dildo, mop up my legs and lick my fingers clean. I clean off my toy and put it away. I then climb into bed and drift off to sleep dreaming of you. My Hot Tub Girl Unlike my other stories which may or not be wild figments of my fertile imagination, this one is true. It involves male/female sex, explicitly. If you don't have permission to read this kind of stuff, move on. I'm in my late fifties. Pretty good-looking, I'm told and still in pretty good shape, thank you very much. I live in Bridgehampton, New York, right in the center of the 'Fabulous Hamptons' resort area. I live here year 'round and unlike the eclectic billionaires that comprise my neighborhood, I don't go to the fancy parties and fundraisers, horse shows or designer shops. Don't get me wrong, I love the style and artistic nature of the place, bumping into the super-famous on the street and dining on the best food. Still, I try to stay out of the villages on hot and sunny summer weekends. Who needs the hassle of searching for a parking spot? Not I. I love the place itself more...boating and fishing, deer and wild turkeys...ospreys...the ocean beaches, the bays; the creeks...the sunsets on Crescent Beach...the clean windswept smell...I love it all. In fact, I love it even more in the off-season when it becomes desolate, peaceful and utterly mellow. There was one hitch to this serenity and that is that I am alone. Wary of marriage again, I make a wide swath away from aggressive and hungry women...who usually turn out to be real estate agents seeking the one big sale. Also, I'm not a big drinker anymore. So I don't date much and consequently, I don't have a lot of sex, at least not with others. I like to say that I like group sex because it's at least with one another person. Unfortunately, I do get lonely and in need of companionship more than I'd like to admit. My house and my style are laid back. I like good red wine, an occasional joint, my dog and my hot tub (although not particularly in that order) and life is good. Lately, in those frequent times when I am horny, I peruse Craig's List to see if any local women might be randy enough to share the tub and a glass with me. How rare indeed! Usually, I end up looking at or reading porn, jerking off and going to bed. And that's how it was one night last May. I looked under "Women Seeking Men" and the first ad caught me. It was entitled "Could use a hot tub..." and it was from a 33 year old in nearby Wainscott. It read: "I'm pretty. I have a great body. So what's wrong with me? Why can't I find a man who is sensual, caring and honest? How I would love a glass of merlot and a hot tub with a good man. Can you fill this order? Email me with a picture and I will do same." I wrote her back immediately and described myself and my situation. I sent a recent picture of me on my friend's sailboat. Within five minutes, she wrote me back and said that she was intrigued. Considering my age, she wanted to know more about me and asked if I would give her my phone number. I looked at her attached photo and she looked absolutely amazing...long blond hair, a nice large pair of breasts and an ass so small, you could put it your pocket and still have room for change. I dashed off a response with my phone number. A few minutes later, the phone rang twice and then stopped before I could reach it. The caller-id showed that it was a restricted number. A good hour passed. By this time, I figured that she received a better offer and I'd given up waiting. Then the phone rang. I picked it up and it was her. She explained that she had called earlier and my name popped up on her caller-id, she'd hung up, gone to her computer and "Google-d" me. She said that she not only found the many pages interesting but she also sensed that I was honest and a good guy. At first, I was taken aback by this but then I admired her for her detective skills and sense of personal security. We talked for a few minutes and then she asked if I could meet her in a half hour. "Let's meet at Starbuck's in Bridgehampton, okay?" "Sure," I said and hung up. I hate Starbuck's. I like coffee without the public relations. I even hate that Starbuck's has sullied the uniqueness of my small New England-ish village. But to meet this woman, Starbuck's was ideal. A half hour later, I was standing in front when she walked up to me and kissed me on the cheek. I asked her if she wanted to go in and order and she said no, that she hated coffee and Starbuck's in particular. She preferred chai and red wine. I suggested we go for a drink. I ushered her into my car and told her I had a great place for wine. I turned south toward the ocean and pulled up to the edge of the beach. The moon was causing a glow on the water and the light was just enough for us to talk, look and enjoy. I reached into the back of my car and pulled out a beach blanket and a carry-all. After we spread it out and sat down, I pulled a bottle and said, "Cabernet, sorry, no merlot." I produced two wine glasses and a corkscrew. After a few glasses and much flirting, she told me that she had no luck keeping a man. Her last boyfriend said she was lousy in bed but she complained and said, "He should talk. The man couldn't go downtown for shit!" I could hardly believe that this breathtaking woman could be lousy in bed but stranger things have happened. It began to get a little chilly as May evenings do and I put my arm around her and warmed her. We kissed, at first politely but within a few minutes we were devouring each other. I felt her hard nipples pushing into my chest and I rubbed my palm down her side. I felt no resistance. I whispered to her that the hot tub was bubbling. Like two giggling kids, we threw our stuff into the car and drove off. I remember that night for all the deer on the sides of the road. It was like they all came out to wish me luck. I was crazy with lust for this young little beauty. But it would have to wait until we walked the dog, drank some cognac, smoked a joint and then made out and got all touchy-feely. I took her hand and led her through my bedroom to the deck where the tub was waiting. I began to strip as she began to hoot at me. I took my sweet time peeling off my clothes but, as I rarely wear underwear, I turned so she could watch me slide my jeans over my bare ass (which received whistles and applause). I slowly turned back so she could see that I was sporting as big a woody as I can muster, which is about seven inches, circumcised and, as I said to her while pointing down to it, "It shoots blanks!" With that I slid into the tub. She smiled at me and said, "Most impressive." She unbuttoned her blouse to reveal two luscious creamy white orbs nestled in a lacy white bra. "36C. I know you're wondering." Down came her jeans to reveal a matching lacy white thong. She was damp, it was obvious. She was also shaved to which her camel toe attested. She sat down on the edge and dropped her long legs into the water. Our eyes were locked as she slowly removed her bra holding each cup and slowly revealing herself. I heard myself gasp. There were perfect. They looked delicious. Her light pink nipples were hard and pointing up at a slight angle. Creamy and Perky were the adjectives in my head. She then slipped off the thong and spread her legs so that her pink gash was glistening into my eyes. I was mesmerized. She slipped into the water and moved up next to me. I put my arm around her and curled into her. I quietly kissed her earlobes, her neck, and her forehead. She groaned and said, "I love hot tubs sooooo much. I wish I had one." I admitted that it was my greatest vice; that I kept it on all year; that I liked it in the snow; that when I can't sleep I step outside for a tub; and finally that I've discovered all sorts of uses for the jets. "Don't tell me you stick your dick in the jets!" "No, no, not like that," I laughed, "but the jets can make my balls feel great, or my ass. It's very erotic and it's a good warm-up to masturbation afterwards." "Show me," she said. "I want to try it. So I showed her how I can sit on one step facing the jets a certain way letting one bubble my balls and ass at the same time while the head of my cock popped up and cut the water. She came over to me and ran her hands over me. She felt the jets as she stroked me and slowly jerked me. "Now me," she said. I moved away and let her take my place. I held her from behind and positioned her. "Oooooh...I love it." My hands rubbed and caressed her. I held her breasts and flicked at her nipples. She spread her legs to let the water rush over her clit. I reached down and lightly pulled her pussy lips apart. "Oooooh," she made a sound somewhere between a moan, a squeal and a purr. We stayed like that for about ten minutes. It was truly bliss. I held her in my arms and we kissed. I loved her tits and couldn't keep my hands off them. She sat me down and sat on top of me wrapping her legs around me and rocking on my cock. We kissed some more. How long this went on, I do not know, but it was a wonderful eternity. She whispered to me that she had to pee so we got out of the tub and dried off. I took the opportunity to fill our glasses and relight the joint. She was on my bed looking so utterly seductive and tantalizing when I entered. I sat down and fed her some wine. She took my hand to smoke when I stopped her. I took the joint and deeply inhaled it as my lips engulfed hers and I fed her the smoke. "Mmmm" I began to feel her, to eat her up with my eyes, to kiss her. "This is for you so just lay back and luxuriate in it," I said as began to travel around her kneading and caressing her every inch. I suckled her nipples slightly pulling them. I moved to just below her breasts and I worshiped them, exploring then as though my tongue was my sextant. I moved to her stomach and licked and sucked on her navel, I stopped at that place just above her slit and then slipped across the bed and moved down to her feet. I slowly massaged them as I sucked on her toes. Working my way up, I stopped at her knees, rubbing and licking at the underside. Finally, I reached her ass. Placing my hands under her cheeks, I lifted her and began he lick them eventually moving to circle her anus with the tip of my tongue, occasioning stabbing it inside. "Oh my God, that's awesome. Don't stop." I had no intention of stopping as I felt her body arch and react. But soon, I traced my tongue along and ever so slowly licking my way up, licking at the walls, slurping into her hole and enveloping her clit. I licked and slurped for some time, rubbing my entire face in her. I knew that I was in heaven but I also knew that she was close to exploding so I eased back. "No, no...please." She cried. "Mmmmm," I replied. I placed my finger into her and began to slowly rub a spot while taking long licks. I slowly moved my finger in further and repeated the soft circling pressure. The tip of my tongue pressed under the base of her clit and slowly sucked it in. I moved my finger in still further and felt her G-Spot, and then sucked in her clit. I felt her stomach spasm. She began to buck and shake. Quietly moaning faster and faster, she stiffened and suddenly her juices began to flood my face. She had a copious orgasm to say the least and it seemed to last for a long time. I began to make circular licks around her clit while drilling my finger quickly in and out. She immediately came again, sucking my finger in as deep as it could go. She collapsed in a heap, smiling beatifically. I crawled up next to her and held her in my arms, wrapping my palms around her breasts. She purred and spooned into me. We fell asleep. That night, I was awakened to her sucking my cock. She loved it. She licked my balls and dragged her tongue along the underside. Sometimes, she just licked and sucked on the head. She throated me. When she ran her nails along my ass crack, I began to grunt and moan. "Yes. Yessss. Yessssss." My cum kept shooting and it seemed to load back up and fire again. She looked up at me with a big smile and swallowed it, smacking her lips and laughing. "Oooh. I never swallowed it before...but it never tasted so good before...and it felt sooo gooood....I just love your cock!" Needless to say, the sex was wonderful. We played in different positions and seemed like two kids with new toys. We giggled a lot. We swooned a lot. She had me eat her again and again swearing that no one had ever rocked her like I had. When the morning light was breaking, she explained that she had to go home and prepare for work. So I drove her back to her car and before she departed, she promised to call me very soon. I didn't have her number; I didn't know where she lived. All I had was her name and her scent all over me. Soon wasn't soon enough for me and it was two weeks before she called. She asked me to take her to dinner in a romantic place. She said she would meet me at five at Starbuck's again. How ironic. I picked her up and she was thrilled to see me. Take about an ego boost. Honestly, I felt like a million bucks. I told her that I felt the same and hadn't felt like this in years. I drove up to Sag Harbor and took the North Haven Ferry to Shelter Island. We had dinner at the Sunset Grille while the sun set over western Peconic Bay. The sunset that evening seemed especially excellent with long rays of color bouncing off the high clouds. When the red orb finally settled under the horizon, glasses clinked through the restaurant. Yup, this place was romantic. During dinner, she explained to me that she wanted to keep me a secret...her secret. She said that at the end of the summer, she would be moving to Arizona to take a much higher paying job in her fields of acupuncture and yoga. She said that we would have a glorious summer but like all good things, someday it would end. Anyway, she continued, she was hoping to find a mate and have children so we had no real future...but we had a very real "now" and she was hoping I would agree to her terms for a relationship. Who me? Duh. That night, we walked the beach. In a far corner, behind some boulders, we made love. It was a perfect night and one that is etched in my mind and my heart forever. I will always envision her legs wrapped around my waist as I stood, leaning on a boulder while she rocked up and down on me, my hands under and in her luscious ass. I saw her about a dozen times over the summer. We had sex in unimaginable places, in unimaginable positions and in unimaginable pleasure. Totally uninhibited, she had me take her anal cherry. She sometimes brought toys. Once, she sucked me until I dropped a heavy load into her mouth. This time, she did not swallow it but moved up and kissed me, feeding me my own salty load. Sometimes, after she came all over my face, she would lick me clean. Once, we sat at opposite ends of the hot tub and watched each other masturbate. She sure did like that hot tub. I loved fucking her in the shower, in the kitchen, on the fireplace mantle, anywhere I could prop her ass. And she loved every minute of it. And I loved to watch those superb tits bounce for joy. She left this past Tuesday, the day after Labor Day. Only my dog was glad about it. That night, as I lay my head down on my pillow, I was mixed with the sorrow of seeing her go. I really really loved being with her. She made my juices flow as never before. I was also glad that I had experienced her and euphoric that I had loved her. I turned my head on the pillow and heard a crumpling noise. I lifted the pillow to find that she had placed a sopping thong in a Ziploc bag. I opened the bag and felt her fill the room, replacing any other air that might have been there. She was permeating my bed once again and I fell asleep smiling. This is for you. Thank you. So that's the story. That's the fac', Jack. If you liked it, email me and let me know.