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Nervous

By: cherrydude



I was very nervous because I hadn't had a date since I'd returned from a very long deployment overseas. When the only people you see other than your buddies look at you suspiciously, your interpersonal skills seem to drift away.

So, I was more nervous than I'd been since I was a teenager. I'd met a stewardess through a mutual friend and she was drop-dead gorgeous. Tall, with long light brown hair, deliciously sexy legs and a smile that was hotter than the desert I'd just been in, Shelly was like a mirage. When I met her, I was immediately convinced I had no shot whatsoever, so I just joked around with her all night. Shockingly, we got along so well that I left that night with her phone number.

Since I was so nervous and had no decent civilian clothes, my friend Lorrie insisted that we go shopping on Saturday morning. I've always trusted her judgment, so we spent a lot of time wandering in and out of stores. More than once, when she bent over to pick something up during our shopping, I was reminded just how great an ass she has. She's a short woman, with dark brown hair she keeps short also. A regular schedule of exercise classes and yoga have kept her very fit.

Once, when she was checking the fit of a pair of pants, she was kneeling in front of me and tugging on one pant leg. Her hand slid up the inseam a ways and I nearly exploded right in the store. She smiled up and me and asked if they fit all right. To be honest, they fit very well, except in one area. As I looked down at her lips and big eyes, I remembered the one drunken night when she bragged about how good a blowjob she could give.

I had a sudden image of her fist wrapped around my cock, pumping it while her lips engulfed the head. Somehow, I was able to re-focus on the real world and agree that they fit pretty well. We headed back to my place and she insisted that I model the clothes for her, so that I would wear the right shirt with the right pants.

So, I changed and came out into the living room to show off. When I got into the room, her back was to me and she was bending over rummaging in her purse. Seeing that skirt stretched tight across her sexy ass made my pants seem just a little tight again. She stood up as she heard me and turned around. She smiled and told me that I looked great, and then made me spin round so she could check everything out. When I turned back, she had a little frown on her face. "Something doesn't quite fit right", she said.

She walked over and knelt in front of me, her hand running up my right leg and adjusting the pants. Then her hand ran across my crotch and she tried smoothing that down. Well, that only made it worse. She then unbuckled my pants and unzipped them. I was completely frozen as she ran her hand along my shaft through my boxers, but never said anything and never looked up.

She slid my pants slid down a bit and cupped my balls. My hard cock slipped out of my boxers, waving in front of her lips. As all the blood rushed around my body in waves, she ran her tongue along the shaft and looked up at me with a question in her eyes. I just nodded my head and she kissed the tip of my cock.

Wrapping her hand around the shaft, she kept looking at me as she slowly pumped it. Her lips were massaging the head and I was going crazy but completely unable to move. She kept pumping her fist as she lowered her mouth and sucked on my balls.

I couldn't help but groan as I experienced just how amazing her blowjob really was. She licked her way back up my engorged cock and slid the tip into her mouth. Now there was nothing slow about the work she was doing. That hand was pumping vigorously as she buried my cock in her mouth. I finally was able to move my arm and run my hand through her hair as she sucked my cock with her fist pumping it. I could hardly hold back.

She slid my cock out of her mouth and kept pumping it while she begged me, "Cum in my mouth, I want to taste your cum." Watching her fist pumping up and down, I felt a wave wash over me as she ran her tongue around the tip. I groaned, "Lorrie" and felt a spasm as my cum started squirting inside her mouth.

She looked up at me, still pumping her fist on my cock and sucking the cum out of it. She ran her cum-covered tongue along my cock, licking up some that had spilled down the shaft. Lorrie smiled and swallowed my hot cum in her mouth, then slid my slowly softening cock back into my boxers and zipped my pants back up.

"Much better," she said, "that fits much better. Oh, and now the pipes are clean." She winked, stood up and walked towards the door. As she opened the door, she looked over her should and asked me to call later to let her know how the date went. I was simply speechless.

Confused, I changed into some loose shorts because I had to head to the gym to meet my workout partner. I had no idea what I should be thinking or doing, except that I'd better keep to my schedule.

Annie and I had been working out together for a few years. We'd been part of a group of friends and I thought she was just dynamite. Of course, she seemed only to have eyes for one of my buddies, whom all those girls chased after. Both Annie and I had been laid off, so we bumped into each other at the gym during the day and then just started scheduling workout sessions to keep busy and fit.

On the weekends when I didn't have reserve duty we'd sometimes go on long bike rides, which I enjoyed for more than the exercise and the scenery we rode through. Annie had a great pair of legs from running a lot and seeing that bicycle seat nestled between her thighs always made me happy that she rode so fast.

I arrived at the gym a bit late, so she was already on one of the treadmills. Climbing onto the one next to her, I tried not to stare at her legs, as a similar distraction had already confused my day. They were great legs, though. I'd often imagined them wrapped around me or spread wide with me licking her hot pussy. Needless to say, I was distracted already.

As we trotted along, she asked all kinds of questions about my first date. She sounded almost as excited about it as I was and she had loads of advice for me. I'd always been a bit less-than-suave, so any help was going to make a huge difference.

Annie hadn't had a good date in ages and complained that she wasn't sure she knew how to fuck anymore. I remember watching her lips form the word "fuck" and being mesmerized by it. As I listened to her talking about each of the odd guys she'd had one disappointing date with, I imagined her screaming, "Fuck me" or whispering "fuck me harder" or groaning "fuck my pussy".

I slowed down on the treadmill because I'd gotten so hard again that moving quickly was not very comfortable. We kept talking and I really tried not to think about it, but I just kept seeing those lips forming the word "fuck".

It probably didn't help when we went over to stretch after our workout. I made sure not to stand behind her when she touched her toes, but sitting down in front of her while she was doing it and talking to me, I found myself eye-balling her nipples as her top opened a little wider during her stretch. Her nipples were hard and a dark red, perched on small, round breasts just big enough to fill your hand or mouth.

I imagined circling one of them with my tongue while I'd slide my fingers in and out of her tight pussy. This meshed well with imagining her begging "fuck me, please fuck me." I blinked a few extra times and was able to finish stretching, despite one muscle seeming not to loosen, but instead get harder.

Annie had been having some computer problems, so I followed her to her apartment to have a look at them. She complained that she'd been getting a lot of popup ads, especially since she'd been using a file-sharing site. When we got to her apartment, I sat down in front of the computer. Right after we turned it on, windows started popping up, showing naked women, many of them tied up and sucking on dildos or kneeling in front of some guy. Again, she said "Fuck!" and my mind spun.

She leaned in to click the mouse and rubbed her breasts against my shoulder. As she worked the mouse more vigorously, she leaned further forward and occasionally rubbed them against my face. Not wanting to accidentally do something I shouldn't be doing, I turned the chair a bit to let her in closer.

I would say that it was unfortunate that it didn't quite work out the way I intended, but since she ended up basically in my lap with her tits pressed into my face, I don't think I can complain. I don't think I intended to have her nipple in my mouth, but it ended up there. Since I'd already been imagining this, I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

I nibbled gently on her nipple through the top she'd been wearing at the gym. She let out a slight gasp of surprise, then held the back of my head, pressing her tit into my mouth, and whispered, "don't stop." She muttered something about her top being too sweaty and peeled it off, her dark hair cascading down to her shoulder as she freed her lovely tits. Her nipples tasted even better than they'd looked and I licked and sucked on them hungrily.

She whispered, "You'd better not try this on that first date" while I nibbled on her swaying breasts, kissing and licking her nipples. She groaned and whispered in my ear, "...and you'd better not slide my shorts off, because you wouldn't do that on a first date." So, I slid her shorts down and she slipped them off while kneeling on the chair, hovering above me.

"...Or finger her pussy..." she moaned. Slipping her thong aside, my fingers rubbed an already wet pair of pussy lips. I wanted her to beg to be fucked, so I ran my fingers around her clit, feeling her buck on my lap as the waves of pleasure crashed inside her.

"...Oh, and tying her up with ropes from her desk drawer would be wrong..." I reached in and grabbed the ropes, lashing her hands together. She got up and bent over the desk.

"...And you sure wouldn't want to bend her over like this... not on a first date..." I stood up behind her, dropping my shorts to the floor to free my once more hard cock. I rubbed it all over her ass and watched her quiver when I slid it down along her asshole.

Then she said the word I'd been so mesmerized by, "oh, please fuck me" in almost a whisper. As my cock slid between those wet and hungry pussy lips, I reached forward and grabbed her tits. I felt the next wave inside her and slowly slid my cock in and out while she shook. The ropes kept them together, but her hands were clenching and un-clenching as I drove my cock deeper into her tight pussy.

"Yes, fuuucck me!" she groaned. Playing with her nipples I kept grinding my cock into her. Her pussy was squeezing my cock harder all the time. She started rocking back to meet each thrust and screamed, "Fuck me harder!" I stood up, gripping her hips as I plowed into her tight pussy.

I spanked her hard and she squealed in pain and pleasure. I spied some oil on the desk and picked that up, squirting it all over her ass. She moaned, "Yesssss" and then whispered, "fuck my ass, please fuck my ass." I slid an oiled finger inside her while my cock slithered in and out of her dripping pussy. Pressing her face to the desk, she managed to whisper quietly, "...bigger, I want more...." And I slid a second finger inside. Those hands I'd tied together pounded the table as her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth contorted.

She arched her back and begged me again, "please fuck my ass". As my cock slid out of her pussy, she groaned and spasmed for a second. I nudged her tight hole with my hard cock and she spread her long, sexy legs a little wider. Her tight hole slowly widened as my cock entered her ass. I heard her hiss, "yeeesssss". Her hole was so tight, I wasn't sure I'd fit all of my cock inside her, but she kept pushing back harder and moving her legs to open that sexy ass wider.

"Fill my ass with cum, Dan," she pleaded. Holding her hips, I was having a hard time not exploding inside her. I rocked her back and forth, my cock ready to burst as I fucked her ass. I watched her ass bounce every time I plunged my cock deep inside her and felt her squeezing my cock. Gripping her hips, I guided my cock in and out.

"Oh, God, I'm gonna cum!" I screamed and she bounced back against me harder.

"Fill me up! Fill me with cum! Fuck me!" My cum started spraying inside her tight ass. I just shook from the waves of ecstasy, feeling her tight ass squeezing the cum out of my cock.

I slowly slid back into the chair. Annie looked up at me from her desk and said, "Don't even try that on the first date." She crawled over and caressed my cock with her hands as I untied her. She leaned forward and kissed my cock. Looking up into my eyes, she said, "Make sure you come over here tomorrow, because I'm not through with you."

As I got ready for my first date, my mind was utterly confused.

As I pulled on my new pants, I kept thinking about Lorrie kneeling there sucking my cock and stroking it until I came inside her mouth.

When I went to my computer to double-check the directions to Shelly's hotel, I remembered filling Annie's tight ass up with my cock and nearly surfed to a few porn sites since I was horny again.

Somehow, I managed to get myself together and over to the hotel. I called Shelly's cell phone and she told me she wasn't quite ready, so I should come to her room while she did the finishing touches.

Nervous



I'm so nervous. Even though I'm with David, my husband, I'm still nervous.

It's our anniversary today and after seven years of marriage David asked for his gift to be a special night of passion. This is what made me nervous. I always thought we had a good sex life but apparently David thought it was lacking. He wanted to try some new things. "Be more adventurous" is what he said. He didn't give any specific examples, just asked me to trust him. I agreed, even if it was only to make him happy. I am nervous.

So now here we are. I sat on the edge of our California King sized bed twisting my hands in knots waiting for whatever David had planned.

"Sara," said David, "are you ready?"

"I'm not really sure" I replied.

"Well, today I bought a couple of things for us tonight," he said "why don't we start with this?" David pulled out a light blue lacy teddy. "I've always wanted to see you in something like this"

I felt my cheeks turn pink as I blushed.

Well, I thought, At least he picked blue and not black or red, something that would make me skanky.

"Why don't I leave you alone for a few moments and let you try it on?" David said with a smile his dark green eyes lighting up. You could see this excitement of his plans on his face.

He left the room and I began to undress. I pulled my blue jeans off and my white sweater and camisole. I let my long blond hair out of its knot and fall to my back. After unhooking my bra and letting it slip to the floor I picked up the teddy. I examined it with curiosity.

When pulling it on I realized that there was a matching thong to go with it and never have really worn a thong before I reluctantly pulled off my white cotton panties and slipped the thong up my long muscular legs.

Once I was dressed I walked to the full length mirror on the other side of the room to examine myself. I was surprised. The hem reached just below my bottom showing the length of my legs and hung sexily on my hips and exposing my perky breast and erected nipples with the quarter cup fit. 

I was still admiring myself when David returned to the room. He had stripped himself down to a pair of black boxer briefs. 

"Wow," said David blowing air from his lips in lust.

I reacted by blushing and trying to cover myself up.

"No," David reached me and pulled my hands from in front leaving me feeling exposed. "Sara, you look incredible. You look so, so" he trailed off as he took me in "sexy" he said at last. 

David took my hand and led me to stand at the foot of our bed. I began to shake from nerves, but through the nerves I could feel the excitement of the unknown. We had always had the most basic of sex but had never done anything like this. This was new territory.

"Please, don't be nervous" David pleaded. "Just trust me, I won't hurt you."

"I know," I said, "I trust you."

David took my face in his hand looking straight into blue eyes. "I love you" and then he kissed me. Lightly at first, just ever so gently, just brushing his thin lips upon my full ones. But then the kiss became harder. David opened my mouth with his while moving his hands from my face to my back pressing me against him. I lifted my hands to his short dark hair with timid fingers. David slipped his tongue into my mouth intertwining it with mine.

David's hands continued to trail until he was cupping my round ass with both hands feeling and caressing gently. His mouth broke from mine and began tracing light kisses down my neck stopping at the hollow of my collarbone and back up the other side.

I closed my eyes and bit my lips. The kisses were causing tingles through my body and I could feel myself moistening with his every touch.

Suddenly, David stepped away to where he was no longer in reach. He went to a bag by the bed and pulled out a red scarf. "For something different" he said with a grin. "Close your eyes" and he puts the scarf over my eyes and ties it tight in the back. 

I blindly lift my hands to the scarf unsure of wearing it, but David grabs my wrists and whispers "Trust me" and puts his lips back on mine. His kiss is hard and he presses his body to mine and I can feel him hard against my hip. I don't think I've ever felt him so hard which makes me wet just thinking about it. 

His hands trail all over my body lightly touching my hips, my back, my arms, my shoulders. His light touch and hard kiss are starting to go to my head making me dizzy. His lips breakaway from mine and he again steps away but this time I can't see what he's doing. Suddenly, I feel fingers graze my right nipple and I gasp in the shock of it. While the fingers roll my nipple and lightly pinch, my left nipple is slowly taken into his mouth and gently sucked on. The touches are so light and gentle and yet I feel myself wet and excited waiting for more.

David's teeth scrape against my nipple shooting tingles straight down to my pussy wanting more. David lays me down on the bed and I can feel the coolness of the sheets through the thin fabric causing my skin to prickle.

I'm on my back at the very edge of the bed with my feet still on the floor and my knees together. David puts his hands between my legs and spreads them wide lifting my left leg to sit on the bed. He rubs my thighs and all I can hear is the sound of his breathing. There's tension as I wait. The anticipation is getting to me. I feel like I've waiting for hours laying here but it couldn't have been more than 30 seconds. 

Slowly I feel it. I feel a long thin finger slide my thong to the side and slip inside my folds and become slick from my juices. He moves the one finger in and out gently and then adds a second finger and then a third. After a few thrusts he abruptly pulls out and I feel the very top of his tongue on my clit moving in slow circles. I can feel my breathing become shallow and I feel myself pulsating getting ready for a climax. I feel fingers slide inside me again working in and out while the pressure increases on my clit and the tip of his tongue turns to full licking and then to intense sucking. I feel myself shutter as I emit a groan of pleasure while I clench around his fingers until my body calms down again.

After I calm down I reach up to remove my blindfold but David blocks my hand. "No," he says, "we're not finished."

David pulls me off the bed and turns me around switching places with me. He pushes me to my knees and I realize that he is no longer wearing his briefs. His long thick member his against my lips waiting for me to open up and let it in. Slowly I lick my lips letting the tip of my tongue graze the tip of him. I open my mouth wide and take him in a little at time, working my head back and forth taking a little more in with each stroke. I work slowly, taking my time using my tongue to explore him in my mouth. I can hear his breathing first deep and even but as time goes on it becomes raspy and fast. Soon I am no longer going slow but instead David's hand are on the back of my head moving me fast and pushing my face into his pelvis making me take him in to the back of my throat. Sucking on him hard has turned the switch and I am again as horny as hell and dripping between my legs.

David soon pulls me off of him without finishing. He stands me back up. "Don't move" he tells me and I hear him walk out of the room.

I standing there in the silence excited and waiting for David to get back, wondering what could possibly be next. The anticipation making me more wet by the second.

It felt like I was standing there forever before I heard footsteps return. He steps between me and the bed lay down before me. He grabbed me around the waist guiding me on top of him and inserting his shaft inside me. I tighten around him and brace my arms on his chest as I begin to move up and down. I feel his hands on the hem of my teddy as he slowly raises it over my head leaving me completely naked except for the scarf around my eyes.

He cups my breasts and I feel him holding the weight of them in his palms. I continue to bounce as he plays with my nipples. Every light touch, every hard touch, anywhere he touches my body starts leaving hot streaks instead of light tingles as before. The feeling is intense and I'm not sure whether I should stop or keep going, but it's too good to stop. There is no way I could stop now unless David pulled me off of him.

I realize now that something is different. There are hands still cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples but there are now hands on my hips as well, sliding up and down my sides from behind. Those hands move from my sides to my hips and around to my ass where the rest for a moment. The hands on my breast move to my hips and hold me down making me stop my movements and pushing me down for a deep thrust. The hands on my ass slowly rub around until I feel a finger pressing and rubbing on my hole. The finger moves in slow pressing circles and I'm surprised at how good it feels to have it rubs and then the finger slips inside and I gasp, not in pain but in pleasure. The small thrusts cause me to wriggle in excitement with the cock inside my pussy.

The finger is removed from my ass and two are replace it stretching me out preparing me for what I hope is coming next a hard cock the is able to fill me up. I never thought I would want a cock in my ass but the stretch of the fingers feel so great that I almost want to beg to be pounded in my ass.

There is a cock still inside my pussy and fingers working on my ass. The are hands on my hips holding me in place when there is a third pair that grab my hand resting on the chest and push me to sit up a little. I feel a shift of weight on the bed as someone straddles the chest before and places my hands in full breasts. I'm shocked at the size of them. I feel around them for a moment nervously, never having felt breasts besides my own, and these are at least twice the size of mine and heavier. I search for the nipple of one and gently pinch it between my fingers and pulling on it. I lean forward taking it into my mouth hearing her gasp lightly. She lifts my face from her breast and as she puts her soft lips to mine.

The kiss is soft and deep and our tongues slide together. David's mouth is harder and never felt they way this does. It's incredible to kiss another woman. Her hands on my face holding me to her. There are still hands on my hips keeping a hard cock deep inside my pussy but I soon realize that the fingers are no longer in my ass and slowly I feel the rock hard member sliding in. I feel my whole body clench. I've never felt so stretched before but his thrusting feels amazing inside me. It's causing me to slide up and down on the cock inside my pussy. The woman before me starts kissing down my neck and I can hear licking coming from underneath her. She is moaning while she kisses me and fondles my breasts, tweaking my nipples.

My whole body is being touched and fondled and penetrated that I am overwhelmed by the hot tingles and I can feel myself pulsating with every movement. The thrusting from behind becomes faster causing the thrust beneath me to become equally fast. There are hands on my hips, hands on my breasts, a soft mouth on mine and a firm one on shoulder. It becomes too much as I feel myself shutter as I climax, my pussy and ass tightening around the two cocks and until I gradually come down from the high of my all over orgasm.

I slump forward and am soon freed from the one in my ass and lifted off the one in my pussy. My naked body is laid on the bed next to the woman I do not know. She is soon on top of me, kissing my lips, pinning me down to sheets. She is holding my hands tight above my head and kissing me hard straddling my stomach. She is rubbing herself against me as I kiss her back hard straining under her grasp. She is stronger than me. I hear her moan and give a soft giggle as I struggle under her. She is soon crawling up me still restraining my arms until her knees are resting on them and her pussy is right over my face.

I'm nervous again. I don't really know what to do. I can smell her sent above me and feel the moister that is dripping off her lips. Blindly, I stick out my tongue and lick. My tongue makes contact with her nub and twirls it in circles applying pressure as she rocks her hips above me. I glide my face down until I find her open pussy dripping on my face and slip my tongue inside of her. She moans and presses herself against me. She leans over my body and I can hear her sucking on a penis behind my head while I dart my tongue in and out of her, licking, and tasting, discovering the taste of a woman.

As I continue to lick her and she sucks on him I feel my legs be spread apart. There is a gentle lick on my clit and I arch my back and groan into her. Something hard and solid is slipped inside me and begins thrusting into me. My legs are being held up in his arms and I can feel his balls slapping my ass.

I continue to lick her as she grinds her pussy into my face and I can feel that I am completely covered in her juices. I can hear her moaning as I bring her to climax. When she is finished she releases me and the man between my legs slips out and takes me off the bed setting me on the floor on my knees. He sticks his cock in my mouth as far in as he can go, pushing my face against him. He holds my head in place as he thrusts in and out of my mouth. Soon he is groaning and I can tell by his noises that he is about to release. When he is finishing he keeps his cock in my mouth and his hot juice squirts inside my mouth. I take in every bit that he wants me to take. Sucking on him until he his clean.

When he is finished I realize that there are no other sounds in the room. No rustling of sheets, no other moans. The have disappeared. The scarf is removed from my eyes and David is standing above me.

"So," he said, "was it too much? Did you enjoy it?"

I look into his dark green eyes and reply, "Next time, no blindfold." And he lifts me to a kiss and carries me to bed where we soon fall asleep.



Nervous



Nervous! He asks me if I'm nervous. Of course I'm nervous! Wouldn't you be?

"A little, Kevin," I tell my husband. 

"But you're going to go through with it, right?"

"Probably," I admit. If he only knew. I can't wait for this, for the past two weeks I've thought of little else. Affairs are one thing, this will be something altogether different, it seems to me. 

Sex has always been an important part of my life, since the moment I first kissed a boy, over forty years ago. I let a classmate have me when I was a Junior, and from then to the time I got married in my twenty-seventh year a week rarely went by when I didn't get some. Oh, I wasn't a slut. Except for a couple of times, I was 'faithful' to the guy I was dating. And it wasn't weird stuff, no bondage or group sex or anything like that, just the simple pleasure of me and one guy, hopefully in a nice soft bed or couch or maybe the floor, I'm sort of a vanilla girl when it comes to that. But only once did I get to a point where I didn't crave the feeling of a man's chest on mine, my legs surrounding him.

"I told Lou you liked vodka and tonic," Kevin says.

"That's nice, I could use a drink."

Boy, can I use a drink. I'm a wreck inside. Thinking about what's going to happen has my heart pounding, my mouth's got a cottony coating. I remember the old feelings, what it's like to be aroused by a stranger. And I haven't even met this man yet!

When I first met Kevin I was in a relationship, and he understood when he first asked me out on a date that I just couldn't. But a couple of weeks later I found out my boyfriend was dating another girl, and since he wasn't the end all to me, I phoned Kevin and told him he could take me to dinner. I was coy, that first night, I let him into my apartment and we made out, but I didn't let him past second base. The next two dates, either, but the fourth date, wow! What really impressed me was that he didn't try to get up in the middle of the night and sneak out, in fact he took me to breakfast the next morning. And that was that. We were engaged in three months, we moved in together, the wedding a year and seven months later was a blast, the honeymoon in the Virgin Islands was everything you could hope for, we didn't even get sunburned.

"Are you still looking forward to this, honey?" I ask.

"I think it'll be a lot of fun."

We went through all the vexations of marriage. The first couple of years were great, buying a house, worrying about money, finding out we were pregnant. The decisions about sex went from let's-do-it-now! to i-could-be-up-for-it to are-you-too-tired, but once we got in the sack it almost always went up to fantastic. Then we had little Elizabeth, and I got postpartum depression, and for the first time in my life I didn't really crave sex. After I got over the pain - both physical and emotional - I'd let Kevin make love to me, but my head wasn't in it. Orgasms were non-existent, Kevin never complained, but he was surly sometimes. Maybe that's when he had his first affair, I'm not sure. In fairness, I'm not positive that he's ever had an affair, I've never 'caught' him, not that I ever tried to. But if he did have a girl on the side, I wouldn't have blamed him. Perhaps he's had more affairs since.

But we got out of that cycle when I met John. He was single, in his mid-twenties, ray-bans and a t-shirt under a sports coat, he played saxophone in a band on the weekends. We met while I was browsing in this little second-hand shop, less than an hour later I was in his bed, having a great orgasm. I knew John had other women, but I really didn't care. Whenever I could get away, he gave me exactly what I wanted, which was mainly a firm penis. It was never more than sex, and I never wanted to stay longer than an hour or two, but those ninety minutes were heavenly.

This helped in bed with Kevin, not surprisingly. He recognized my renewed interest in the ancient sport, he got his mother to baby sit one weekend, we headed for a hotel, didn't come out of the room except to eat. A couple of years later, after I had little Steve, I never let it get to the problems we had after Elizabeth, if sex wasn't the main goal in life it was at least an important part. A few months after it started, my affair with John was pretty much over, although we got together three or four times in the next year.

"You look very nice," Kevin compliments.

'I do,' I thought. My shoulder length blond hair had been cut and colored that very morning, along with a manicure and pedicure. I spent nearly forty minutes on my makeup. I'm wearing a v-neck sheath in black and white, hem to my knees, black heels, stockings, silver earrings and bracelet and my signature rings, five including my engagement and wedding ring.

"Thank you," I respond. "You think Lou will like me?"

"I'm sure he will. When I sent him a picture of you, he couldn't say enough about it."

After Steve was born, we became the perfect nuclear family, mom, dad, two kids, dog, cat, soccer practice, piano lessons, high school sports, we got them both through a bachelor's degree. 

Then it got boring. I had a nice career, so did Kevin, we had friends and hobbies and a beautiful house, but my life was devoid without the kids. 

'What would Gabe think,' I wonder to myself, 'if he could see me right now, if he knew what I was planning on doing tonight. Would he be pleased for me, or would he be upset?'

I'm not the first empty-nester to try to fix my doldrums with an affair, won't be the last. Gabe is a man who works in my building, we met in the elevator. The attraction was immediate, but with both of us being married, we resisted for the longest time. Lunches, after-work cocktails, we understood what we wanted, and then, one week when Kevin was out of town, I suggested we head to a hotel. That first time was amazing, for the next few months we couldn't wait to get at each other. Of course we discussed how nice it would be if we could get rid of our spouses, live together, but neither of us were really unsatisfied with our lives, and so we just continued seeing each other as opportunities arose. Our relationship has been going on for four years, sometimes we see each other three or four times a month, sometimes we go months at a time without any sexual contact, it depends on the opportunities. One time, we'd both lied to our spouses, took off for a weekend, I wouldn't mind doing it again.

I feel no guilt about my affair. If Kevin has figured it out, he's never mentioned it. And there's been plenty of opportunity for his own trysts, if he tells me he wants to go on a fishing trip I encourage him, if he comes home late at night I don't pry too much if the explanation is less than candid.

But Gabe is another kink in the back of my mind. If I told him, would he be possessive, or encouraging? I don't know.

"If you decide you don't want me to do this," I offer, "I'll be happy to stop. Just say the word."

A few months back, while we were coming home from a party, Kevin asked me about some of the men there, if I found them interesting. I gave a bland answer, although one of them was very attractive; I wasn't about to let Kevin know that, though. And then he said, 'I wouldn't mind if you had an affair.'

'Oh, I could never do that,' I remember answering, a pure lie. And then I said, 'Do you want to have an affair?'

'Not really. But I think about you being with another man.' This started a long discussion, I admitted that sometimes I fantasized about having sex with someone else, since we were in bed at the time I knew he was encouraged by that. The conversation that night ended in a non-decision, I remained cautious, and that only brought up other nights, more bed-time chats.

In my heart, I loved the idea. I'd heard about swinging, and hotwifes, and I knew that if Kevin gave me the okay, Gabe wouldn't be the last guy I was ever in bed with. In fact, I fantasized a future of threesomes and foursomes and orgies. But I knew I had to handle it gently, if Kevin found out I wanted to become a wench in my mid-fifties, he might not be as joyful as if it remained a fantasy.

I, of course, asked him if he wanted a woman, told him it wouldn't bother me if he did, his reaction was that down the line, maybe, but his first thought was to see me in the sack with somebody else. And, it turned out, he really meant 'see.' His dream is to actually be there in the room, watch me as I get naked with another man, do what comes naturally.

This request threw me. I like porn as much as the next woman, I enjoy a good sexy movie, I'm not a prude when it comes to nude scenes, particularly when the man's genitals are displayed. But do I want to be the star in an explicit film? Do I want someone, Kevin or anyone else, to watch me as I perform erotic acts? I'm still unsure, but in the end my decision is to try it, see if I like it.

Even after I reluctantly (at least I hope Kevin saw it that way,) agreed to help him fulfill his fantasy, I still wasn't absolutely sure. I worried, of course, what would happen to our marriage if Kevin really knew I was making love to somebody else. Talk is one thing, action is another, you don't know how some things are going to go until after you do it, and then it's too late. Kevin kept reassuring me, kept telling me he'd still love me, and so after five or six months, I finally threw the ball back at him. I told him that, yes, I'd have a one-night stand and yes, he could watch me, but only if he found the guy. I told him I needed to see a picture, and then I left him to his pursuit. I figured if I called his bluff, maybe nothing would happen and we'd go back to whatever we were, or maybe I'd wind up getting laid, but either way, Kevin could never say I didn't give him the chance, or blame me for the result.

"No," Kevin tells me, "I'm ready for this. I want you to do it!"

About ten days after I threw the gauntlet down, Kevin came back to me with information on the man he proposed was going to be my new lover. His name is Lou, he's our age, handsome with short grey hair, blue eyes. A naked picture of him showed a couple of extra pounds, but nothing obscene, the genitals were erect, of sufficient length. Kevin asked me if I wanted to talk to him on the phone, I told him it wasn't necessary, and we set up a Saturday night, since Lou is divorced it's going to be at his house. 

"Is there anything in particular you want me to do?" I ask.

"Anything you want will be fine. Enjoy yourself, don't worry about me." I wonder what that means. If I become aggressive, will Kevin be upset, or will he think it's neat? I'm finding there's a fine line I need to walk, between enjoying myself, making sure that Lou has a good time, and making sure that Kevin's satisfied and not overly jealous.

After fifteen minutes in the car, Kevin pulls into the parking lot of a townhouse complex, neat rows of brick co-ops, nice landscaping. "That's it, there," Kevin points to a door. I'm still a little wary of the fact that Kevin has decided we don't need to bring a bottle of wine or a dessert, but I giggle when I remember his response, 'I'm bringing you for him, isn't that enough?'

We walk to the door, I ring the bell. After a couple of moments we hear footsteps and then the door opens, I see Lou for the first time. He's even better looking than the picture, three inches taller than I, even in my heels, an unspoken air of authority about him, tailored slacks, button down shirt. He gazes at me, first into my face, which I appreciate, then down to my cleavage. I watch him take in the exposed skin popping out of my dress, then down to my legs, wrapped in nylon. I wonder if he'll like the pattern at the top when he sees it.

"You must be Lisbeth and Kevin, right?"

"We are," Kevin answers.

"Well, come in." Kevin motions me in first, and Lou and I have our first awkward moment. Do we shake hands? I decide to go one better, I lean into him, place a hand behind his collar, caress his cheek with my lips. "It's nice to meet you," I softly say into his ear. I feel a rush of warmth as my bosom meets his chest, wonder that soon, hopefully, we'll be this way without the hindrance of clothing. I find I want to be bold, I'm impatient now that I'm in the lair. As the cliche goes, I want it bad.

I move in, and while the men are shaking hands, I scan the environs. We're in a foyer, off-white and sterile. Lou says, "Go on up," and I traipse up the half flight of stairs, I bet Lou's watching my ass. I lead into the living area, beige carpet, grey traditional sofa, matching armchair, large flat-screen. The end tables and a couple of bookcases are inexpensive dark painted wood. There's a couple of awards on the shelves, some contemporary art on the walls, pictures of two young men, probably his sons. In the dusky light outside, I spy a patio, woods.

"Welcome," Lou says, "can I get you guys a drink?"

"Do you have wine?" I ask.

"Sure. White or red?"

"White, if it's open."

"It will be soon." Kevin requests a beer.

While Lou goes into the kitchen, I talk to him through the breakfast bar window. "Have you been here long?"

"Just a couple of months, I moved here right after we agreed to divorce. It's not final, yet, but everything's decided. We're just waiting for the lawyers to do their slight of hand. I guess you can tell, huh? I needed some furniture, don't know how long I'm going to be here, decided not to spend a fortune."

"It could use some color," I remark.

"A woman's touch, 'eh? Something that's sadly lacking."

I accept my wine, our fingers linger, he gazes intently into my eyes. "If you don't mind my asking," I query, "why did you divorce?"

"It was a long time coming. We stayed together for the kids, until finally the guys told us we were so unhappy that we should just split up. I'm trying to do right by her, she's staying in the house, it shouldn't be too bad on the finances. We both had a couple of affairs in the last few years, but that wasn't what caused the problems, they were just a symptom. We just don't much like each other anymore."

"I'm sorry."

He came back into the living room, Kevin and I sat on the sofa, Lou took the easy chair. "Thanks. How long have you two been together?"

I let Kevin take this one, try to make him feel a part of the group. 

"It'll be thirty next year."

"I don't believe it," Lou remarks, staring at my body. "What did you do, get married in high school?" I know the compliment is a sham, but I feel enlivened by it nonetheless. I can tell Lou is interested in me, in what I've got for him, and the feeling is shared. "Any kids?" 

"Two," Kevin goes on, "A girl who's married to a lawyer in Louisville, a son that's got a job in tech on the west coast. You?"

"Two boys, Jake's at Ohio State, Jim's a senior in high school."

The conversation continues, Lou is a logistics manager at a hospital, he likes golf and tennis, is thinking about joining a gym. "That's a good place to meet girls," I prod.

"I'm nowhere close to being in a place where I could be fair to a girlfriend," he denies, and yet from the way he is mentally undressing me, I can tell that if he doesn't want a girlfriend, he still wants a girl. 

We give him our vital statistics, how we've taken a few classes from Arthur Murray and want to get into it more, that I like to garden, we both enjoy jazz. The conversation begins to drag, we all know why we we're here, but it isn't clear how to move the action along. 

"So, Lou," I say, "I wasn't much of a part of this, how did you find out we were looking?"

"Oh, hasn't Kevin told you? I put up a profile on Adult Friend Finder a couple of months ago. I didn't get much action, of course, an old fart like me can't expect much. Some pros, of course, trolling. The messages and IMs I sent out were mostly ignored, the ones that responded were pretty weird. When I saw you guys get online, I sent out a message, and I guess it was you, Kevin, that responded."

"We went back and forth a little bit," Kevin continued, "and Lou seemed like a nice guy. So I showed you his info, and then I told him we were interested, and he invited us over."

"How did you get involved in this?" Lou asks, "How long have you been active?"

"Don't you know?" I giggle at the absurdity of the situation. Apparently, Lou thinks we're old hands at this. "This is our first time, Lou."

"Really! Well I feel very lucky then." My glass is empty, Lou says, "Let me get you a refill." 

While he heads for the kitchen, I whisper to Kevin, "Why don't you move over to the chair, honey, let Lou sit next to me?" Kevin gets the message, and while I wait for Lou to come back, I start feeling it.

Lou sits down, leaving a polite gap between our bodies, I lean across Lou, pick a piece of cheese from a plate on the end table. My hair is in his face, I make sure my breast brushes his arm. When I sit back, our hips are only inches apart. 

"So, Lou, do you find me attractive?" I fish.

A blush rises to his cheek, a gleam enters his eye. "Quite a bit," he replies. "I like your hair."

"You should feel how soft it is then." It takes him a couple of beats to figure out it's okay, and then his hand is at the back of my neck, the first time he touches me. I half turn towards him, offering myself. He places his fingers on my cheek. I feel the urge rise in me, my heart seems to be jumping out of my chest, my mouth is suddenly dusty, I feel heat in my panties.

He bends to me, I raise my lips, our mouths meet. At first he's indecisive, our lips are closed. Then I feel a change in the current, as if he'd decided whatever it is we're doing is okay, his tongue edges between my lips, touches my teeth, and I open to him. We test each other orally, our tongues advance then retreat, there's a little nibble on my lower lip. I recline a bit backwards, he follows, his torso approaches mine. His lips go to my neck, I open my eyes and gaze at Kevin, who's watching us intently. I smile to him, he catches my expression and gives me the thumbs up gesture.

I go back to caring about Lou. I place a palm on his head, pull it down, his lips are at the exposed fleshy tops of my breasts, I suddenly feel his right hand at my rib cage, with my free hand I bring it up, we hit second base. I let him feel me up, he finds my nipple through the dress and bra, I sense those little jolts. My hand finds his knee, I head for his thigh. How far do I want to go, I wonder, and stop inches from the focal point. I feel his hand at my back, the zipper is tugged, it needs a hand to steady it.

"Would we be more comfortable," I ask, loud enough for Kevin to hear, "in the bedroom?"

"That's a good idea," Lou assents, and a glance at Kevin lets me know he's in agreement as well. "It's upstairs." 

We rise, I take Lou's hand and lead the way, Kevin's footsteps give away the fact that he's following us to the conjugal chamber. The upstairs hall has three doors, I can see the master bedroom straight ahead, a queen size mattress enclosed in sheets, no bedspread. Like the first floor, this room could use embellishment, but I'm not here to be an interior decorator, I've got much more intimate ambitions. I stop just before the bed, plea, "Unzip me, would you please?" and I feel a tug, the sound of a zipper. I turn to my new man, wriggle and the fabric falls from my shoulders to the floor. I'm in black bra and panties, lace covering the tops of my breasts and hips, nothing but sheer nylon to the sides of my torso and rear. I step back, let Lou take a good look at my outfit then approach him, undo each button of his shirt lazily, and when he's unfettered, I whisk the garment away.

I press myself into him and we kiss, his hand at my back and after a few seconds on my ass, pulling my stomach to his groin. There's a straight chair that Lou obviously uses to dress himself, Kevin sits upon it. I back up, pulling Lou with me, and I sit on the bed. My head is at the height of Lou's chest, pleasantly covered with just enough fur, and while my tongue plays with his nipple, my hands are unclasping his pants and pulling them down. He takes a moment to kick them off, and then I spy a lump beneath the stark white boxers. My hand investigates the bulge, it's the consistency of a soft rubber ball, yielding to my massage, a promise that with encouragement, it will solidify. 




Nervous



But I don't want to go there, quite yet, Lou's hands are full of my teats, so I reach behind me, unclasp the bra, and suddenly Lou's palms are full of my naked globes. I smile up at him, he pinches my nipple softly, I get that nice little tingle. I wriggle around, I'm lying on my back, Lou is beside me, facing me.

"Are you all right, Kevin?"

"Just fine," he murmurs in an octave two below his normal. I can tell just from his voice that he's fascinated by the scene. I drag Lou to me again, we kiss, my bosom is handled, my nipples pinched, and then Lou lowers himself, he's adoring my breasts. First one is licked, then the other, and I start to intensely heat up. One of Lou's hands rambles across my stomach, and then he's at the top of my panties, lower still to the middle of my thighs, and I spread my legs a bit, I want Lou to touch me. Soon a finger is resting on the scanty fabric, the only thing stopping him from feeling my completeness. He rubs, lightly, and I have a pleasurable sensation. He's at the elastic between my legs, I know that in a moment he'll push it to the side, I'll be exposed.

"Is it all right," I ask, "if Lou takes my panties off?" I want to make Kevin a part of this, include him in this carnal feast, for that's why we came, isn't it?

"It's fine with me." He's enthusiastic, from his tone I don't think there's any regret at all. 

"You heard the man," I tell Lou, and I feel the lingerie being pulled down, the nylons stripped from my legs as well, in a moment I'm completely exposed to both of the men in the room. 

'Does he like my pubic hair?' I wonder. It's trimmed to a three inch strip, just an inch wide, and between my legs I know there are no stray hairs to irritate vision or fingers or tongue or, when it comes to that, his penis. Lou uses his hands to spread my legs apart, and when I'm stretched to his desire, a finger dips inside me. I delight in it, that incursion into my most tender area. I sense I'm wet enough, and he begins a complicated little dance with his fingers, a poke inside, a massage of my lips, a discovery of my clit. I can feel my breaths hasten, I concentrate on the feelings of pleasure that I'm being given. 

"His finger is inside me, dear."

"I know, I can see. Is it good?"

"Oh, yes . . . oh, Yes." I'm in that mood that isn't an orgasm but is a palpation of my vagina, my nipples, my heart. Lou spends a few moments at this movement, and then he bends, his lips are at my opening, licking my natural moisture, rubbing my clit. The sensations become stronger, I know I'm not there yet, but where ever I am, I like it, and I want to go further. And yet, Lou is just a bit off in that department. When he licks, he's just a bit rough. I can feel the stubble of his cheeks on the inside of my thigh. I wish he'd use his finger right now, in addition to his tongue. Ah, well. 

I move myself, tug at the elastic of his waistband, pull the boxers off. Lou's penis isn't at it's best yet, still a little soft, and the brown hair is speckled with strands of white. That's not a problem, just a trait he shares with Kevin and Gabe, my other lovers. I fondle the shaft softly, discover he's circumcised, his size is similar to Kevin, a little shorter than Gabe. It should be fine, I feel.

We slide around on the bed, now Lou's got his back to the headboard, half sitting. I kneel to his side, with my left hand I stroke his chest, I use the other to point the wand straight up. I dip, and quickly close in on the organ with my mouth. My bangs are drooping into my eyes, I can't see my husband, but I know he's watching, I wonder if he's enjoying the vision of me swallowing Lou's cock. It tastes clean, he must have taken a shower just before we arrived, and the clear liquid escaping from the tip tastes mild, just a light hint of sourness. I bob my head up and down, first going just half way down the stem, pulling back up, sucking on the head, feeling the crease with my tongue. I go back down again, already Lou is firmer, I can tell he likes the work I'm doing. I go a little faster, up and down, up and down, each time I dip I see just how far I can go until the tip hits the back of my throat, I don't want to choke. When I finally feel that happen, I keep just a bit of the penis in my mouth, circle the head with my tongue. The pre-cum is flowing faster now, I lick it, let it coat my mouth.

I let the tool escape, take a moment to check out Kevin. His eyes are wide, he's got a silly grin on his face, I know he likes the spectacle of me giving a blow job to another man. I smile at him, then start to lick Lou's sack, tight and rounded. I suck on it, grip the testicles in my mouth gently, feel the hardness of the nuts within the skin. A little jump of the penis lets me know Lou enjoys this, and I do it a couple of times more. 

Oops! I can feel a hair stuck to the roof of my mouth, back near the throat, I stop what I'm doing to try to cough it out. When that doesn't work, I use an index finger to pull it out. "Are you okay?" Lou asks.

"I'm fine, just a hair," I explain. Rather than go through that again, I go back to sucking on the peter. Lou's about as hard as he's going to get now, after a few moments I can feel the manliness start to twitch, I know if I keep going I'm going to get a mouthful of sperm, I don't want that.

I stop, we lie facing each other, start kissing again, deep thrusts of our tongues, I know exactly what Lou wants to do now. His hands are running over my breasts, then he dips his head, he's licking my nipples, biting them a little, it's pleasant, I like it. His hand traverses down to my clit again, rubs it, I feel the jolts start again, when he puts a finger inside me, I groan in pleasure. 

"Would you mind going down on me again?" I beg, he starts to move, I put my back against the headboard, spread my knees, Lou lies on his stomach, his head is between my thighs, his tongue is right there. He pulls the smooth skin of my labia back, my clit is completely exposed, Lou starts licking.

I check Kevin again. His face is impassive, I can't tell what he's thinking. But his eyes are focused on my groin, he's watching Lou's oral efforts. "You okay, honey?"

"Yeah, just fine."

I catch his eye, mouth, 'Do you want me to stop?' I really don't want to, I want Lou to screw the hell out of me, but if Kevin's not cool with it, it's better to halt it now. I have to wordlessly ask a couple of times until he understands, but then he smiles, gives me the thumb up again. 

Lou seems to be better at it this time, I spread my legs as far as possible, he's got his tongue a couple of inches inside me, screwing me with it, and then when he goes back to my clit, I suddenly feel the warmth. I close my eyes, let the sensation rush over me. I feel it in the back of my neck, the inside of my knees, in my breast, and, most intensely, in the inside of my tunnel. I'm so close now I feel I can reach out and grab it, and I'm as ready as I'm ever going to be.

I push Lou's head away and flow down the bed, Lou rises up, his hands are on either side of my shoulders, holding him up, and I reach down, hold the firm bulge of muscle in my hand, as Lou pushes towards me, I say, "Do it!" more for Kevin's benefit than anything else, and I feel the loose skin part, I'm being filled with Lou's manhood.

I smile up at him, let him know it's good, we begin to thrust our pelvises together. Lou bends to kiss me, I hold him against me, my nipples are being rubbed by his chest, and inside my tunnel, sensations are running rampant.

He's stroking within me, I can feel the deep plunges, and I close my eyes, let the frenzy arrive. I grade my orgasms on the colors I see, a nice little one is blue and green, a hot one is flaming orange, this one is a fiery pink, with tinges of indigo to the sides. I tense, I know my fingers are digging into Lou's back, my toes are curling, I bring my legs up, encircle Lou's hips. I love it when he pushes faster, and I hear a high squeak emerge from my lips. For a few seconds I forget about Lou, about Kevin, about anything except the blessed palpitations crawling all over my body. Then the colors fade, I see aqua and steel blue, and then it's over, all except for the continuing twitches of my arm and leg muscles.

I open my eyes, a quick glance to the side shows me that Kevin has his mouth wide, sucking air, I know he's loving this live, homemade pornography. Lou has his eyes closed, he's continuing to thrust deep inside me, and I let my feet return to the mattress, use my legs to help my groin meet his, tense the vaginal muscles as I've taught myself in Kegel. Lou's close, I can see, his breath exploding everytime he pulses into my depths, and I listen to him bellow, "I'm going to come!"

"Yes!" I respond, and there's a sudden change in the texture of the penis inside of me, it isn't less firm, but I sense it's more pliable, somehow, and I hear Lou's grunts, timed with the quick movements he's controlling, and I relish that my cervix is being flooded with Lou's semen. I hold him through his thrusts, wait until he appeases himself, sense the tenseness leave the large muscles of his biceps and lumbar, then I feel the weight of him lying on top of me. He's not too heavy, and when he stops gasping, I tussle his hair, we kiss. 

He's still inside me, I don't want him to get off me yet, I want his penis to stay in my vagina. "I got screwed, dear," I announce, and wait for Kevin's response, but he stays silent. So I begin talking with Lou. "That was nice."

"It really was." He takes a moment to try to poke it inside of me further, the sensation is warm, engaging. "You have one hell of a woman here," he tells my husband.

"Thank you, I know." Kevin's voice is a bit raspy, I wonder what he's feeling now. Is he embarrassed, or suddenly jealous now that he knows another man has had me? Or is he happy, thrilled, excited? 

Lou kisses me again, mellow and deep, we let each other know we've enjoyed the passion. I can feel the snake, now soft, shrink in me, I try my best to use my muscles and trap it inside, succeed for two or three minutes, but finally, it pops out. Lou and I giggle at the escape, and then he rolls off me, on the side away from Kevin.

I look to my husband, try to discern his mood. His face is a mask, not angry or disturbed, but also less than joyful. I decide to let him know he's still my man, my love. I get up, face him and sit on his lap. I'm sure that semen is dripping out of me onto Kevin's clean trousers, but they're wash and wear, won't be any problem. I put my hands around his neck, wait for just a tinge of acceptance, and then kiss him.

Does he taste Lou, I wonder. When he puts his arms on my back, pulls me to him, I ponder if he can still feel the heat I generated with my lover. And when he touches my breast, I know he desires what I so freely gave to the other man. I pull his shirt off. "I want you to take me," I beg, "do you want me?"

"Yes!" The voice is low, husky, desirous.

I stand, help my husband rid himself of his clothes, see that he has a rigid erection, as hard as I've seen him in quite awhile. There's no need for foreplay, I know, so I turn, kneel on the bed, point my tush at Kevin, and watch him as he approaches, points his sword at me, and I'm full of man again. 

Lou is still lying on the bed, watching in awe as my husband screws me, and I suddenly decide I want to perform the act every man, seemingly, wants from a porn star. I tug at Lou, he inches closer to me, and I take his penis into my mouth. It's soft, of course, and I can taste the sticky, briny flavor of his semen combined with a new seasoning to me, my own fluids. 

As my true lover drives into me, I take inventory of the various sensations, the pleasantness of my tunnel being filled, the wonder of Kevin's hands on my hips while Lou gropes my breast, the friction of my knees being pushed on the sheet. It's all wonderful, delightful, and even though I know I won't come again - I rarely orgasm twice in a night - I love the erotic ecstasy my mind and body is experiencing. 

Kevin doesn't take long, he's been ready for quite some time I realize, watching me screw Lou, and soon he's adding an abundant gob to the moisture already inside me. His squawks of fury are familiar to me, I can tell he's having a big orgasm, intense and, I hope, fulfilling. When he's finished, he backs away from me, with a finger he touches me, my private sphere, I wonder if he's as amazed as I that two men were there in the space of an hour.

I let Lou loose, he's not any harder than he was when I started, and he asks, "Would you like another drink?"

"I'd love a glass of icy water," I beseech, "and if there was a vodka tonic to follow that up, I wouldn't complain."

"Coming right up, how about you, Kevin, another beer?"

"Please."

I'm bold now, I've made two men's fantasies come true this night, as well as my own, and I'm feeling assertive now, I have no shame. "Why don't we come down with you," it's more of a demand than a proposal. "Come on honey," and the three of us descend the stair free of remorse or clothes. 

"Go ahead and sit in the living room," Lou offers, "I'll get the drinks."

"Give me a towel," I suggest, "I don't want to drip on your couch."

"Don't worry about it, it's stain proof."

So I sit on the center cushion, pull Kevin to my right side, leave plenty of room on my left for my newest sexual partner. Lou joins us, we clink glasses, toast, "To Pleasure."

Lou begins, "My dear, you were fantastic."

"You were, too. And so were you," I announce, turning to Kevin.

"You guys have never done this before," Lou remarks, "I'm a little surprised. You seem so comfortable with it."

"Hmmm," I meditate, "I guess I just let things take their own course. I felt very relaxed, knowing that Kevin was right there. He's my rock." I know I have to make Kevin a part of it, make sure he doesn't feel ignored or ridiculed now that the sex is over. "How about it, dear, did you like watching?"

"I did. You seemed very happy, you really enjoyed yourself."

"How about you?" I ask Lou. "How did you feel I did, compared to the other threesomes you've had."

"Oh, I'm sorry if I mislead you. This was my first experience, as well. In fact, I haven't had any sex in months, so this is a big night for me."

Really!!! I was Lou's first piece since his divorce? Well, I decide, since that's the fact, I need to make sure everybody's really got something to talk about.

"Do you boys mind if I try a couple of experiments?"

Kevin nods his head, Lou says, "What do you have in mind?"

"Kiss me," I ask. Lou leans to me, once again our lips touch. It's a little chaste, I guess he doesn't know exactly what I want, so I surround his shoulder with my arms, press myself into him. It becomes better, more ardent. Then I turn to Kevin, tell him, "Your turn," and provide the same service for him. His mouth is open, he doesn't have any problem frenching me, letting me know what I'm doing is fine, that he still desires me.

I bend back to Lou, we pet again, his hands heft my globes, tweak my nipples. I switch to Kevin, while we lock lips he has a hand on my sloppy opening, a finger feels nice inside me. Behind me, I feel Lou kissing my neck, his hand goes to the crack of my ass, I don't mind at all that there are two fingers inside my vagina at the same time.

I center myself again, the two men sit half facing me, one on either side, and I take a penis in each of my hands. Neither of them are firm, but Lou's has some promise. I scoot off the couch, kneel to the side of Kevin, bend into his lap, take his manhood inside my mouth. With my hand, I'm holding Lou's semi-erection, I tug his leg, he moves closer to me. After a few moments of working on Kevin, I switch to Lou, and as I suck I feel him firm up. I go back to Kevin, get a little reaction from him, and start switching from one dick to another, sucking both to a state of boniness. While I indulge, the men attend to my needs, my hair and shoulders are stroked, my teats are softly massaged, Kevin gets behind me, pokes a finger into my womb, begins a pleasant in and out movement.

After some time, I realize that Lou is rigid again, more than hard enough for pleasant penetration. I turn as quietly as I can to Kevin, kiss him, and discreetly appeal, "Would it be all right with you if I take Lou again?" I'm pretty sure that Lou can't hear me, I don't want to make a scene if Kevin doesn't want me to make love to Lou again, I want everyone to save face.

But Kevin's up for it, he says, "Sure," and pushes my ass toward the other man. Lou's still sitting on the sofa, and I rise, face him, bend. We kiss again, my hand holds his dick, one of his hands is holding a breast, the other is searching for the heat of my interior. Without worry, I place a knee on either side of Lou's lap, kneel over him, and sink. We're intimate again, my moist warmth encircles the rocklike muscle, and I control the movement, I begin a motion with my hips that is both circular and up and down. 

Out of the corner of my eye I can see Kevin, he's placed himself in a position where he can see Lou's penis fill me up, slide in and out of me. Then Kevin sits to Lou's side, I bend from my waist and kiss my husband. He responds, grabs a teat, twists the nipple as he knows I like. Lou has his hands on my waist, helping me to rise and fall, he's trying his best to thrust up and fill me.

Suddenly, I'm surprised. The various massages of the two men, separate yet somehow coordinated, enthralls me. I see colors again, briefly, just taupes and charcoals, but the insinuation of a spasm is genial, welcome. And, close to simultaneously, I sense the contraction of Lou's body and prick, he's letting loose into my chamber for the second time tonight.

It's almost anticlimatic, this climax, just enough to say, gratefully, that we had one, enough to remember a fitting apex to the evening. I climb off Lou, face Kevin. "Do you want me again?" I offer.

"Later, in bed, when we're alone," he counsels, a suggestion I'm more than ready to accede to.

There's no rush to escape the situation, we finish our drinks, smiles on our faces, soft tones of amusement in our conversation. Occasionally one of the men strokes my hair, an arm, the underside of a breast, and I respond with a caress of my own, but it's only pampering, the way you'd pet a cat, meant only to reinforce the friendly, sensual atmosphere that remains after the eroticism.

I rise, hold my hand to Kevin, and we traipse up the stairs, reclaim our clothing. Lou follows, as I dress he chooses to look the other way. I appreciate his politeness, but there's a part of me that wants him to lewdly desire me still, demonstrate his appetite. At the front door, Lou shakes hands with my husband, I curl into his embrace, we kiss a final time. "I had a wonderful evening, thank you," I compliment.

"The pleasure was all mine," he responds. "If you guys would like to, I'd love to see you again."

I glance at Kevin, the expression on his face seems to say, 'sure, let's do it,' but I need to be a bit more cautious. "Maybe," I evade, "Kevin and I need to talk. We'll call you."

"I'll be here," Lou promises, and we're out the door.

Nervously, I wonder when Kevin and I can do this again, and with whom.



Nervous About the Board Meeting



Andrea had been awake for several hours. She was extremely nervous thinking about her presentation to the board and the impact she wanted to make. She'd finally decided that she needed to get up and get dressed. She quickly showered, brushed your teeth and her hair while my mind raced around the implications if she blew the presentation. She was still nervous as she laid out her favorite business suit and an expensive silk blouse.

"God what am I going to do! I've got to calm down and get control of the situation. What was I thinking? I'm barely out of college I don't have the qualifications to pull this off. "

As she sat on the edge of the bed in her short robe she tried to deep breathe, to meditate and let your mind go blank. It just wasn't working. And then she thought "What was that the Rachel said? Oh yeah whenever she feels nervous she puts on her sexiest lingerie. And imagines that if they knew what she was wearing under her dress they would lose control. She feels empowered knowing that she is in control. "

Andrea took another deep breath, stood up and walked to the dresser. She opened the bottom left drawer where she kept her nighties. Her hands found several tiny thongs and a small lace up shelf bra. She pulls the thong over her long legs and up against her pussy. She slipped the bra on and clasping it in the front. Lastly she pulled on the sheer black thigh high stockings and stepped into the 4 inch stiletto heels.

She looked at herself in the full-length mirror and admired her athletic body. The little heart-shaped thong just barely covered her bush. And the bra riding just under her nipples lifted her breasts up almost as an offering.

She put the silk blouse on leaving the top three buttons undone. And stepped into the knee length skirt and donned the jacket. She chose her up 18 inch string of pink pearls and matching earrings, because of the way the pearls glowed against her skin and hung between her cleavage.

Now she looked at herself in the mirror she almost radiated confidence and control.

She didn't need any makeup just like touch of pink lipstick and she was ready to go. She slipped out of the jacket and realized that her nipples were visible through the sheer blouse. "Whoa, I'll have to remember not to do that!" She giggled herself.

She hailed a yellow cab to go across town to her office. On the ride over she noticed the cabbie watching her in the rearview mirror. She knew she looked hot, and decided to let her jacket fall open and tease him a little. She smiled to herself as he swerved in traffic to avoid a car he had not seen because he was staring at her.

Andrea thought "My God, Rachel was so right. It's incredible how powerfully confident I feel right now."

As she walked into her downtown office building she noticed the appreciative looks from several men. Rachel was already there at her desk typing away.

Rachel smiled and said I'll bring you coffee in your office. Then quickly returned with 2 cups and closed the door behind her. "Andrea, you look fabulous! You're absolutely aglow. Wow what did you do? "

Andrea laughed. "Rachel I took your advice." Then she slipped the jacket off, turned and faced Rachel and smiled.

Rachel whistled. "Oh, you little slut! I didn't think you had it in you. You're going to knock them dead at the board meeting."

Andrea giggled. "I'm not going to take off the jacket that's for sure, but you were right I feel sexy and completely in charge and in control."

"Okay, let's see the rest! What are you wearing under your skirt?"

Andrea slowly pulled her skirt up over her stocking tops and eventually revealing the thong. Then she left her skirt fall back into place. "Well what do you think? Did I go to far?"

Rachel whistled again. "Honey you going to make history! Get your sexy little ass up to the board room and enjoy yourself!"

An hour later Andrea confidently walked back into her office with a huge smile and a high five for Rachel. Then giving Rachel a huge hug she says "Thanks Rach it made all the difference in the world. I owe you a million."

Just then Rachel's cell phone rings .... to be continued.



Nervous Anticipation



I am in lust with a man I haven't even met yet. I have talked to him online, and on the phone, but never in person. Today is going to change all that. 

I stand here, outside the hotel, trying to peer into the lobby to see if I can see him in there. The blood is pounding in my ears, as I think of our talks. This man, who has made me cum time and again with his soft-spoken commands, is right inside those doors. My heart is telling me to move closer, to open that door, and meet the object of my desire. My head is telling me to turn, and run. "What if he's disappointed when he sees you" my brain cries, and "What if he's not in there, what if he regrets the idea of meeting, and didn't come?" 

I decide to chance the fates, and start toward the door. My legs wobbling, my heart races, my eyes search, and my hands shake uncontrollably, as I reach for the handle. I slowly move through the door, and I scan the people sitting in the lobby. My eyes search for those eyes, the ones that had become so familiar through pictures, and yet, I'm unable to connect with them. My mood begins to sink, as I don't find him there waiting for me. My head drops in defeat and disappointment until I feel a faint warm breath on the back of my neck, and hear the words "I am pleased you decided against running away" being whispered in my ear. It was THAT voice, the one that always made me wet. He was here!! He did want me!! 

Suddenly my legs could no longer hold me upright. I slouch back into him, and his arms came around my body, to steady me. He turns me to face him, his finger under my chin, raising my eyes to meet his. The first gaze of my eyes into his, sealed all the feelings I had inside since the first day I talked to him. He could see my disbelief that he was actually here, as he takes my hand, and brings it up to his face. I use my fingertips to trace the facial features that I had dreamt about so many times. His beautiful brown eyes, his nose, his neatly trimmed goatee, and finally his lips. He parts his lips, just a bit, and gently sucks one of my fingertips into his mouth. A wave of hunger surges through my body. I shiver, even though my blood is boiling with need. He takes my finger from his mouth, and his lips form a confident smirk, as he knows what he is doing to me. 

He takes me by the hand, and leads me to the elevator. I'm sure everyone waiting for the elevator can smell my wetness, as I look down at the carpet in embarrassment. He squeezes my hand to reassure me, and I look around to find that no one seems to be aware of the turmoil that my body is in. We enter the elevator, and he places himself directly behind me, pressing against me, so I can feel the hardness forming in his pants. He shifts his position so that his cock is rubbing against my ass, and a heavy sigh escapes my lips. The gentleman next to me looks at me out of the corner of his eye, and a hot flush spreads across my cheeks. The elevator stops, and everyone departs but the two of us. The doors close, and he turns me around in his arms, pulling me tightly against his body. I can feel his cock seeking out my pussy, only the thin material of our clothes separating us. He reaches over and pushes the stop button, and the elevator stops between floors. He turns his attention back to me, and lowers his lips to mine, his tongue tracing my lips before pressing for entrance into my mouth. My knees are getting weak, and I can't help but lean further into him. Our tongues meet in a furious dance, and I can't comprehend anything around me, but he and I. He pulls back, and starts the elevator once again, leaving me there gasping, afraid that I may never be able to breathe again, without his lips pressed against mine. 

The elevator stops, he puts his arm around my waist, more as a support than guide, and leads me to the door of the room that he has reserved for us. He opens the door, and allows me to go inside first. What I see is possibly the most beautiful, most romantic room I ever seen. There are red and white carnations everywhere, and I am touched that he has remembered they are my favorite. The light in the room flickers from the many candles that have been lit. In the middle of the room sits an oversized Jacuzzi, with champagne and glasses sitting next to it. He leads me over to the king sized bed, and gently lowers me onto it, before joining me. 

His hands reach up, and his finger pushes a stray hair back from my face. His voice is soft, and raspy as he says to me "I am so glad to finally meet you, doll." His use of that pet name has always sent a thrill through my body, as it did now. I start to shake, uncontrollably, and he leans over, takes me into his arms, his hands sliding up and down my back, reassuring me that nothing would be happening this night, that I have not wanted, needed, craved.

He rises from the bed, and moves to the chair across the room, and tells me huskily "It would please me for you to remove your clothes." Another fiery blush rises to my cheeks, but I will do anything to please this wondrous man, so I stand and walk over in front of him, and slip my shirt up over my head. I'm glad that I wore my sexiest black lace bra today, as I can see the approval in his eyes as his gaze roams over my large breasts. My hands clumsily unhook my bra, and let it fall to the floor. He quietly whispers to me, "I would like to see your nipples hard, squeeze them for me." My fingers move up to my nipples, and lightly graze over them, as I take each one between my fingers and pinch. "Pull them for me" he commands, and I follow his order. By this time, my pussy is soaking through my pants, and I see that he has noticed it also. The next words from his lips are "Put your hand between your thighs, and feel your wetness." My hand slides down my body, to my thighs, then between. Mmmmm, my pussy needs attention so badly, and I start to gently rub. 

"Now, put those fingers to your nose, and smell your excitement." I raise my soaked fingers to my nose, and inhale my scent. It is a sweet aroma: that of pussy, and my perfume, which I always spray between my legs. "Now, taste." My tongue reaches out, to slide lightly over my wet fingertips, and I suck each one into my mouth, relishing not only the taste of myself, but the look on his face, as he watches me. "Now, take your pants off, I wish to see the source of such sweet nectar." My fingers wrap around the waistband of my pants, and pull them down to fall around my ankles, as my feet step out of them. I am standing before him, totally nude, totally vulnerable. "Turn around, slowly, and let me feast on the beautiful body you have unwrapped for me." I start turning in a circle, slowly, and when I have my back to him, he says "Stop, bend over, I want to see the ass that I will be fucking later on." My breath catches in my throat, as I slowly bend over, parting my legs to give him a better view. 

"Absolutely beautiful" he whispers, as he rises from the chair. He quietly moves behind me, and runs his hands across my back, then lower, to my ass cheeks. "You have very soft skin, doll. I wonder if your pussy is just as soft." He runs his hand between my ass cheeks, barely touching the puckered little hole hidden inside. His hand moves lower, to my pussy lips, which are leaking from my excitement. His fingers become drenched with my juices, and he drags the wetness back up to my hole, and rubs it around, slowly inserting his fingertip inside. I let out a small moan, wanting, needing more, but it is not to be. He withdraws his finger from me, and I hear him moving away. I stay bent over, as he has not told me to straighten, and he moves back to the chair. 

"Crawl to me" I hear from behind me. I drop to my hands and knees, and turn around, and start toward him. I keep my eyes on the floor, and continue until I see his shoes come into view. I stop, and wait for his next instruction. "Undress me doll, I want to feel your hands on me." I start with his shoes, unlacing them, pulling them off, then his socks. My hands wander a bit up his calves, before I move to his shirt. I wedge my body between his legs, and start unbuttoning his shirt, I gently pull his shirt from the waistline of his pants, and move my hands inside to his chest, pulling the shirt away from his body, off his shoulders then down his arms, to finally take it off. I gently fold the shirt, set it aside, turn back to him and move my lips up his stomach, to his nipples, taking each one in my mouth, and rolling it around my tongue. I then focus my attention on his belt. My fingers are shaking with anticipation as I pull the belt through the loops of his pants, and set it with his shirt. I have so far kept my attentions everywhere but his cock, but now, I see that it is hard, and waiting for me to expose it. I run my fingers softly over his cock still in his pants, and bend down to place a kiss where I know the tip to be. I undo the button of his pants, and slowly pull the zipper down, my eyes burning through the cloth that separates my fingers from his manhood. When his zipper is all the way down, I grab the waistband of his pants, as he leans up off the chair, and I pull them off, to fold them, and add them to the pile. 

This time when I turn back to him, his cock is erect and pointing upward, and he whispers to me, "Touch me, I want to feel your hand stroking my cock." I take his cock into my hand, and slowly move my fingers up and down his shaft. His cock is so hard and smooth in my hand, and all I want to do is take it into my mouth, and feel it slide in and out between my lips. "Taste me" are his next words to me, and I touch my tongue to the tip of his cock, swirling it around in circles, every so often coming to rest in the hole at the end, cleaning out the precum that is gathering there. His breathing is labored, as I continue my assault on his prick, moving my tongue down the shaft, to meet my fingers at the base. I run my tongue along the underside of his cock, which he had told me was very sensitive, and his cock jumps in my hand. He loosens my grip on his cock, and moves my mouth away, and I let out a disappointed sigh.

He stands, and motions for me to follow him, on my knees to the Jacuzzi, and he turns the water on, to start filling the huge tub up, adding bubble bath to it. He opens the champagne, and pours 2 glasses, handing me one, and keeping the other himself. He crouches down next to me, and brings his glass to my nipple, pouring just a few drops onto it, using his tongue to clean it off, then repeating with the other nipple. They are standing proud and hard under his gaze, wanting to feel his hot tongue on them once again. He must have known, because he looks at me and says, "There will be more of that, later; right now, I want us to wash each other, I want to touch every part of your body as I cleanse you." We step into the tub, and he hands me a loofah sponge . I straddle his thighs, and soak the sponge in the water, before lathering it with soap. I drag the sponge across his shoulders, and down each arm. I lean further into him, so that I can scrub his back. While doing this, he reaches up, and runs his palms over my taut nipples, causing them to burn with want. "I see your nipples are greedy for my touch, doll." All I can do is moan from the sensations his words and touch incite in me. "Is your clit as greedy, I wonder?" His hand slides down my stomach, to the V between my legs, and slides his finger across my hardened clit. "Oh yes, I think that your whole body is craving my touch" he responds as his face nears mine. His lips capture mine in a hard, wet kiss that is threatening to send me over the edge. My body is rocking back and forth across his fingers, my clit getting harder by the minute, as I push against him, causing his fingers to come in contact with my pussy. 

"So, you want to be fucked before our bath is done, do you?" he teases. "Oh my God, yes! I want to feel your cock pounding my pussy, please!!!" I moan. "Finish your task of washing me, and make sure that you clean my cock if you want in your cunt, or there will be no fucking for you" he tells me. I hurry to finish washing his chest, arms and legs so that I can get to his beautiful cock, which is standing at attention between our bodies. He is watching me with an amused look on his face, knowing why I am being so hasty in my cleaning. Instead of using the loofah to wash his cock, I rub the soap between my hands, sudsing them up, and place them around his erect prick. He leans back in the tub, and lets my hands wander up and down his shaft, I love stroking his cock, and my hands wander further below the water, to stroke his tight balls. They feel so full and hard beneath my fingers, and I can't wait to feel them emptying into my cunt. "Ok, little one, that is enough, you are driving me wild with your fingers. I have to have your pussy NOW!!" He pulls me closer to him, to where my cunt is waiting right above his cock, and tells me "Impale yourself on me, and let me feel your tight pussy swallowing up my cock." I lower myself onto him, right there in the tub… all the way. "Oh My God" I scream. He feels so good inside me, and my body takes over, pumping my pussy up and down on his rock hard cock, over and over again. My head is thrown back in ecstasy, and he brings his mouth down to my nipples to bite them, which sends me into a mind-blowing orgasm. My pussy is clutching fiercely at his cock, massaging his shaft as I cum. 

He leans up and kisses me, then whispers "Move out of the tub, and we will dry off a bit, before I make that lovely ass mine." I hurry out of the tub, with him following, and I dry him off, before myself. We move over to the bed, and he has me kneel on it. I hear a drawer being opened, and a cap being taken off… I smile, as I realize he is opening a tube of lube, and is now applying some to my asshole. My body starts twitching with anticipation, as he then applies some to his rock hard cock. He leans into me, and rubs his cock up and down my crack teasing me, making me beg him to put it inside me. "Do you want me to fill your ass with my cock?" he asks. "Oh my God, yes!! Please, please fuck me hard with your thick prick" I respond. I hear a groan, and feel the tip penetrating my sphincter. I want it so badly, and I push back onto him, forcing more of him inside. We both let out a satisfied sigh at the same time, and I can feel his hard balls resting against my swollen pussy. He waits for a moment, allowing me time to get used to the fullness. "Are you alright?" he asks me. "Mmmmm, yes… Please fuck me hard." 

That was all it took before he started slamming into my ass, hard and deep. I reach under me, and give my hard clit a few rubs, and I can feel myself nearing another orgasm. I reach further back and rub his nuts, so full with sperm, and he starts grunting with exertion. He's trying to hold back from cumming, not wanting this glorious feeling to end. "Baby, I'm so close, I'm going to shoot my cum so far inside your ass." "Give it to me, I want to feel you explode" I moan. I shove 3 fingers inside my cunt, and I can feel his cock through the thin wall separating my pussy from my ass. I feel so filled up, and I know that I am going to cum soon. "I want you to cum with me doll, I want to feel your asshole gripping my cock as I shoot inside you." He starts pumping into me faster, as my fingers are fucking my cunt even harder. I scream, "I'm cuuuummmiiinnnnggg", just as I hear a low animal groan escape his lips, and feel jet after jet of sperm filling my ass. 

We fall onto the bed, him still on top of and inside me, his seed flowing out of my well-used asshole, his body trembling against mine. He brings his arms around me, and holds me tightly, as we come down from our blissful high. "You please me so much doll, I think I'm falling in love with you" he says to me. I reply in a shaky breath "I've already fallen in love with you." We turn onto our sides, and fall into an exhausted sleep, each of us dreaming of what our next waking moments will bring...

To Be Continued...



Nervous Exhaustion: A Professional



Mrs. Stetler had been going on about her husband's stroke for about ten minutes: how it had left him so impaired, how their life together had been so devastated, the many hours she'd spent in performing home rehab, to the point that she was now awakening during the night with hands numb and tingly. Hence, the referral by her geriatrician to the neurologist to check her for carpal tunnel syndrome. 

"We have no intimacy anymore, none whatsoever," she said.

"Sex, you mean?"

"Yes, of course."

This strange admission, coming seemingly from out of nowhere, caught the neurologist completely off guard. After all, Mrs. Mildred Stetler - "Millie" to her friends -- was nearly 70-years old -- scarcely the sort of complaint you'd expect from someone her age. The neurologist stopped setting up his equipment to take a good look at her as she lay there on the padded exam table beside him. 

This retired businesswoman (she'd once been vice-president of a bank) was a medium-sized Caucasian female, a trifle overweight, but remarkably fit for someone her age. Kept herself up out of vanity, he supposed. 

He estimated she had a mental image of herself as a perennial 50 year-old, although in truth she looked facially more her true age. Her hair was cut short and bristly and tinted a punky shade of red -- an elderly hip sort of "do". In her youth she must have been a real looker -- still not bad for an old dame. Her face was artfully made up, highlighting her best features. Although she had her fair share of lines and wrinkles, her facial bone structure was striking. And her perfume was sweetly musky and alluring. 

She had no history of heart problems, diabetes, or other significant disease - just a little hypertension that was adequately controlled with medication. And then there were the seven pregnancies with as many successful deliveries. (Obviously, she and her husband had enjoyed a good bit of humping in their younger years.) Her only surgical history was a tonsillectomy in childhood and a hysterectomy. 

They'd done a good job rearing their kids, all of whom had turned out to be great successes: two doctors, one corporate attorney, a judge, the dean of a law school, a bank president, and a state legislator. She had ten grandchildren on whom she doted, and she'd just been informed that she was the new great grandma of a set of twin girls. 

She still enjoyed a cocktail once in a while. She had smoked a pack every other day or so until three years ago when she'd learned that cigarettes could give you "smoker's face". That she had quit smoking out of fear of getting more lines and wrinkles, he thought, was a signature of her vanity. Her hands, despite some mild evidence of arthritis, were pretty, velvety soft, and expensively manicured. Her fingernails and toenails were painted a sexy shade of soft plum.

She took moderate exercise on a regular basis to maintain her figure -- used a stationary bicycle and treadmill three times a week, some free weights, and even had a personal trainer. Her abdomen was slightly protuberant but reasonably firm. During the earlier physical exam, he noted she had a sensuous back, which tapered down to a remarkably good ass. Ben Franklin was right, he thought: a woman does age from the head down.

He slyly ogled her lying there. Her breasts jutted stupendously upward and spilled out through the armholes of the sleeveless blue paper gown. He found himself envying her husband who'd had these mammoth playthings to enjoy for so many years. 

The doctor's prurient curiosity had been kindled by her previous remark, and so he couldn't resist following it up now with this question: "Do you miss having sex?" 

"Well," she said, a bit hesitantly, "after so many years of an active love life, that is something one misses."

"And you and your husband had sexual relations up until when?"

"Well, before his illness, my husband and I would make love -- I don't know -- maybe once or twice a month. Not nearly as often as I would've liked. But all our married life, I was always the one more interested in sex. If I'd had my way, we'd have made love at least two or three times a week. More. Actually, a lot more."

This old broad's plenty horny, thought the doctor. To her he said, "Did he have problems with impotence - your husband?"

"Not until after his prostate surgery, no. They didn't do nerve sparing procedures back then. I encouraged him to talk to his urologist about getting a penile implant, but he didn't want another surgery. And they didn't have such a thing as Viagra back then. So, we experimented with other means to help him get an erection."

The doctor suspected he already knew the answer but asked anyway: "Such as -- if you don't mind my asking?" He looked out of the corner of his eye for her response. 

She gave him a sideways glance, and then fixed her eyes on the ceiling. 

"Well, sometimes I would use my hand." She made an amusing little masturbatory gesture. "Or, sometimes..." and here she hesitated, "sometimes I would perform ... well ... oral."

She colored a bit. "I don't know how many women my age will admit that they're into that sort of thing. My blue haired old lady friends at the garden society don't discuss these matters," she smiled with a hint of embarrassment.

"Did you find it distasteful -- oral sex?"

"Oh, no, not at all. I must be honest: it excited me." She paused. "I'm sure you must think that sounds disgraceful coming from an old lady." 

"No, not at all," he assured her. Actually, he thought it sounded pretty damn good.

"Do you think I'm perverted because I enjoy that?"

"Oh, not in the least," the doctor said with as much of a professional tone as he could muster. Truthfully, he was getting more than a little aroused by this buxom old lady's talk of fucking and sucking. 

He focused now on her lip-sticked mouth, with the little fine lines and cracks radiating away from her lips, and tried envisioning them wrapped around her husband's limp dick, trying to tease it into wakefulness, leaving lipstick imprints on the head and shaft. As she briefly moistened her lips with her tongue, he thought of it flicking over the end of his own cock. The mental image made the doctor's dick start to swell.

"I'm sure your other patients my age," she continued, "wouldn't dream of such a thing."

"Oh, I think you might be surprised. I have a number of patients who've remained sexually active well into their eighties."

She seemed relieved. "Really? Then maybe there's still hope for an old dame like me," she giggled, lightly touching his forearm. Then she paused as if struggling whether or not to make the following admission: "Sometimes ... sometimes I would take things a bit too far - you know, in performing oral on him-- and he would ejaculate. Pop goes the weasel!" She made a comical sliding whistle sound, "Flop right down and off to sleep he'd go -- out like a light -- and there I'd be, you know -- stuck. Oh, I'd be so frustrated, I could've killed him!"

He knew what she meant by "stuck"; he'd been "stuck" more than a few times himself. He wondered if she'd ever masturbated. The thought of her fingering herself into a lather was exciting him.

"I know this is a very personal question, Mrs. Stetler, but, uh ... when you were feeling so pent up, would you ... oh..." He just couldn't bring himself to say it.

She colored slightly, and then shrugged. "Doesn't everyone? You know, I certainly didn't invent masturbation."

The neurologist's mind started to reel. "Were you and your husband intimate these last few years?" 

"Oh, yes, right up until the night he had his stroke. In fact -- Well, I'll just come right out and say it: I was sucking him off at the time he got sick. He just suddenly slumped over. His whole right side was paralyzed and he couldn't talk. It was terribly upsetting. I still feel guilty about it. If I'd only known, I might've been able to head it off." 

Head it off. An apt choice of words, thought the doctor. 

"You shouldn't feel guilty," he assured her. "No one could've predicted it. It was a fluke." 

The old woman seemed comforted. She went on: "But I really miss having sex. I wasn't one of those women who are happy if their men just roll on and off to make babies. I thoroughly enjoyed our sex life, I really did. And I still would be enjoying it, if only..." Her voice trailed off and she looked very sad. He even thought he saw her lip quiver. 

"It's awful," she continued, "when you realize such an important part of your life is over while you're still capable of enjoying it. It's not as though I don't ever have the desire anymore." She looked him straight in the eye: "In fact, I still have a very strong desire." 

The manner in which she said it emboldened him to say what he said next: "I don't suppose you ever thought of having a -- well ... a relationship with someone else who could satisfy your needs?" 

"Oh," she said looking somewhat shocked, even a little scandalized, "you mean have an affair? At my age? Oh, my goodness!" She laughed musically. "Who'd want to have a fling with a wrinkled old lady like me?"

"I don't know. You might be surprised," he said before he'd even realized it. 

And then it dawned on him: This old broad was turning him on! His pulse had quickened and he was getting a certified stiffy. He couldn't believe the effect she was having on him.

And just then an unbelievably wicked, perverse thought sprang into his mind: There was no one else in the clinic; everyone had already left at four o'clock to beat the rainstorm, leaving him alone to finish up with the old lady. He could hear the rain heavily pelting the metal roof of his building, and occasional distant peals of thunder. It lent an air of cozy intimacy. 

She looked at him with a coquettish smile, mistaking his remark for a compliment, not seeming to imagine it might have been an actual offer. But then her expression turned serious.

"With all the terrible diseases out there nowadays, I'd be afraid to even think of such a thing - have an affair, I mean."

His response was immediate. "Well, I'm certain you could find someone safe and clean."

"Oh ... but I couldn't do that to my husband. We've been married for forty-nine years. Next March will be our golden wedding anniversary." She was becoming a bit teary-eyed.

The doctor gently took her hand. After a moment, he said: "You might find someone you could trust, someone who would be ... discreet."

She looked at him searchingly, started tenderly stroking the back of his hand with her thumb. At last, she smiled shyly and, he thought, a bit slyly, before going on: "Now, if I could only find a nice, handsome, younger professional man..." Her voice trailed off.

The doctor released her hand, but she delayed in releasing his. 

Unless he was totally misreading her signals, this lady wasn't just receptive to the idea of an affair; she was actually propositioning him! 

The thought that within the next few minutes he could be having sex with this sweet, sexy, very stacked old woman made his mind positively reel.

The potential ramifications suddenly came rushing in on him. 

For starters, it would be an outrageous violation of the code of professional conduct. If discovered, he'd be branded a sexual predator and at a minimum the State Medical Board would impose a long suspension and require months of psych counseling. It might even cost him his medical license -- to say nothing of what it would do to his family. If it ever got out that he'd had sex with a patient -- a geriatric patient, at that - he'd be shunned! He'd make Bill Clinton look like a choirboy! 

"You degenerate!" everyone would say, shocked and scandalized. "How could you do something like that? She was a great grandmother, for Christ sake!" 

Even considering fucking her made him feel utterly degenerate, depraved. His head was swimming, his cock swelling, as his blood rushed in two directions at once. 

He suddenly found himself dry-mouthed and trembling. And then, as if in a dream, as though his hand had a will all its own, it began moving unstoppably to her right breast so voluptuously overflowing the armhole of her gown. And, with the backs of his fingers -- he could scarcely believe he was actually doing it - he began stroking her bulging flesh.

His wits returned to him in a sick rush. He was horrified by what he had just done. He held his breath awaiting the inevitable reaction - violent indignation, outrage, something. But she just laid there, still as death, not a peep from her.

She had to have felt it. He'd lingered too long for her to mistake his touch for accidental contact. Then, at last, she began turning toward him and his heart sank. Her eyes -- for God's sake, her eyes were brimming with tears! Was she crying because he'd violated her trust -- because she was afraid? 

And then he realized that she was smiling at him through those tears. Smiling. These were tears of gratitude! 

She picked up his hand, pressed it tenderly to her lips, and then looked away. Such a simple yet eloquent gesture. It left him stunned. She was giving her consent. She wanted to have sex with him -- was probably even eager for it! 

His temples were hotly throbbing, his heart pounding. Ever so gently, he slid his hand inside her gown, crept beneath her frilly bra and over the smooth, soft skin of her enormous bosom. Her breath caught for an instant and her whole body seemed to stiffen under his touch. And then, she relaxed. She continued looking off into space, her facial expression blissfully expectant.

Her breast, he judged, was not quite as firm as it must have been in her younger years, but it still sent an enormous thrill through him as he groped her under the gown. He heard the paper tear, and she turned on her side toward him to facilitate his exploration. She now turned back toward him, making full eye contact. 

"Oh ... your hands are so soft," she crooned, as the doctor gently caressed her. His thumb and fingers encircled a large nipple, which quickly hardened under his gentle squeezing. "Oh yes. It feels so good. I've always been very sensitive there," she admitted. 

He leaned over and gently kissed her forehead. The old woman turned her face upward. He took the cue and lowered his lips toward hers. Her kiss was soft, tentative, as though uncertain of the attractiveness she held for him.

He returned the kiss with unequivocal passion. Her lips parted. Her breath was sweet. He penetrated her warm mouth with his tongue, caressing, seeking her, and she answered in kind. He was amazed by her tongue's silky softness. 

They separated briefly to catch their breaths while his hand continued exploring her. He stopped and said, "Here, sit up a moment."

She sat up and he untied the gown. "We'll both be more comfortable with you out of this." 

He removed the gown and admired her huge bosom overflowing the top of her frilly tan brassiere, which was not at all the sort of undergarment one would have expected an elderly matron to wear. This one was designed as much for titillation as for support. She had magnificent cleavage, which the bra showed off to spectacular advantage. So what if the skin above her breasts was a bit crepe-like and wrinkled? The patina of age only added to her erotic charm.

He moved behind her to run his hands over her shoulders and down into the great valley inside the bra to cup and squeeze her voluminous breasts. She reached behind her to unfasten the constraining garment. 

"My arthritis makes this a bit difficult," she explained, struggling. He unhooked the bra for her. She shrugged her shoulders, letting the bra fall away. Her mammoth breasts swung free, descending more than halfway to her navel. He kissed the depressions in her shoulder caused by straps having to bear such heavy burdens for so many years. 

He moved back in front of her as he now gave her magnificent melons his full and undivided attention. They were pendulous, heavy, and nearly as wide as they were long, perhaps a bit flattened with time, but still quite round and full, and glorious to behold. Her nipples, large and stiff from his teasing, promised a sumptuous feast. A pre-coital flush was spreading over her upper chest, signifying her growing sexual excitement and receptivity. 

She reached out for him and they embraced once more in a smoldering kiss. Coming up for air, both of his hands again busily exploring her bountiful bosom, he nuzzled his face in her cleavage as he lifted up her heavy jugs, pushing them against his face, and began wetly kissing his way toward a large, hardened nipple, now the size of the tip of his thumb. He took it in his mouth and began sucking it, tonguing it, as she made soft cooing sounds, her fingers slowly running through his hair. 

He took her other nipple in his mouth and sucked. As he did, he imagined her in her younger years, breast-feeding her children: the lawyer, the doctor, the judge and all the others who had taken nourishment from her ... just as he was now taking his pleasure from her. It seemed a shame these magnificent milk producers weren't being used any longer. In olden times, she might still have been employed as a wet nurse, suckling the babes of the nobility.

He ran his hands up under the great breasts, exploring their warm, moist recesses. The full weight of her melons lay heavily on the backs of his hands as his hands spanned her ribs. Then he reversed hand positions to fondle her breasts from beneath, hefting them like big bags of moist dough. She again sought his lips as his hands wandered over her, fondling, kneading.

He lay her back down on the exam table while sucking on a nipple, teasing her flesh up to a point. She helped him draw down her elasticized nylon panties. He pulled them down her thighs, her legs, then drew them over her ankles and feet, and dropped them to the floor.

He stood back and looked at her, admiringly. 

Her legs and thighs were remarkably youthful, even allowing for a small varicose vein here or there. Her muscles very well toned. Her mound of Venus was forested with brownish-grayish hair that glistened with moisture around the labia, which were large and full. She'd been on female replacement hormones for many years and had no hint of atrophy of the genitalia. 

"She'll be juicy cunted, " he thought, with a quick twitch of his cock. 

He stood up and exposed himself, quickly shedding his pants and underwear. He took off his shirt and stood before her entirely naked. His penis had never been stiffer or more eager for a fuck. 

She twisted her upper body, seeking him. He accommodated her by stepping closer. She took his cock in a wrinkled hand whose fingers were studded with expensive gold and diamond rings while with the other hand she gently cupped his balls, and, with her exquisitely manicured and bejeweled fingers, guided him into her waiting mouth. She made a "humpf" sound as her lips closed around him, and began to gently suck. The slurping and "mmmm"s that emanated from them both only added to their mutual excitement. She looked up into his eyes to see if she was giving him pleasure, then, quite reassured, she went back to work with renewed vigor.

She began licking the tender undershaft of his penis, making several trips all the way to the head and back again to its juncture with his balls. She ran the tip of her tongue into the split and then around the knob that was turning a deep reddish purple as it became increasing engorged with blood. At times, she guided him into the sweet, moist pockets of her mouth, distending her cheeks with his fullness. Each time, as she withdrew him, her tongue followed to wetly caress the underside of his member. At one point, she gently squeezed the shaft of his dick with her fingers and a pre-cum droplet formed. "Oh, you're leaking," she said, and licked it up like a delicacy. 




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She then lay her head back down and placed his cock on her pursed lips, sucking and giving him gentle, smooching kisses up and down its entire length. At times, she stopped to feast on his purple knob, licking and wrapping her tongue around it, before engulfing him entirely in her mouth. She sheathed his penis in the luscious pocket between her inner cheek and gums, and slowly rocked her head back and forth. The wet velvet feel of the inner lining of her cheek gliding over the tip of his penis was almost too pleasurable to bear. All the while, she gently massaged his scrotum, using her long, expensively manicured fingernails to tickle and scrape him lightly behind the balls. 

Just when he felt he couldn't take much more without exploding, she tilted her head back and let his balls descend into her gaping mouth like a cluster of grapes. She bathed his balls in her saliva, and then gently lolled his testicles on her tongue while making obscene "glug-glug-glug-glug" sounds deep in the back of her throat. 

With all his might, he fought the impulse to cum instantly all over her face, her eyes and bristly red hair. He pulled away just in time, allowed himself a moment to cool down, to regain control, while she looked up at him with mischievous lasciviousness. He then got up on the exam table and straddled her so that her head was between his knees. She hungrily stuck him back into her talented mouth and resumed sucking and licking him, moving her head back and forth, guiding him expertly in and out with her finger tips brought together as if in prayer.

He placed his hands on either side of her old granny face, alongside those lovely cheekbones, and began pumping her. She stuck out her tongue, providing a wet velvety runway for the bottom of his cock as it slid in and out. From time to time, she took hold of him to run her tongue 'round and 'round his knob. Each time a dewdrop formed, she'd look up to ensure he was watching and then slowly, deliberately milk it onto the tip of her tongue, then draw her tongue back into her mouth to savor it as if it were the most indescribable delicacy.

He could scarcely believe what was happening to him. 

This sweet old great grandma, who went to church regularly, who sat on several boards of major corporations, foundations and charities, who dandled her great grandbabies on her knee, had been transformed before his eyes into a wild, voracious, cock-sucking beast with absolutely no shame or inhibition! 

There, under the exam room's harsh fluorescent lights, her matronly face was barely recognizable, obscenely contorted by lust. She looked demon possessed with her punk red bristle-do, her body twisting and writhing beneath him, her neck craning, head bobbing up and down like an oil derrick, lipstick smeared around her mouth from trying to wear his cock down to a nubbin. Now, each time she drew back, her eyes rolled up in her head until just the whites were showing before she would again descend on him. His dick dripped with the saliva that poured in rivulets from her lips, pooling over his balls.

Then, as she deep-throated him, the tip of his penis bumped the back of her throat, causing her to gag. Recovering in an instant, she slurped him down like a raw oyster dripping cocktail sauce. Then she pursed her lips around him, dragging his cock under the pressure of suction for its entire length, until he pulled free of her mouth with a soft sucking plop. The tip of his dick, he now noted, was as big as a plum and just as dark.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of them both in the wall mirror and turned to observe in semi-detached, almost scientific fascination the pornographic reflections of this lovely old woman with the magnificent tits performing fellatio on him. He saw her manipulating his thick member this way and that ... now burying him up to his balls in her mouth, his nuts beating time against her chin ... now holding him aloft like a tasty morsel to be licked, sucked, and tasted at leisure. 

My God! If her husband came in right now and saw this, thought the neurologist, he'd have another stroke that would finish him off. And could you imagine what her kids and grandkids would say if they discovered their beloved matriarch-turned-porno-queen giving her doctor world-class head?

Nearly beside himself now with lust, he took her by the ears and, holding her head stationary, began to piston his hips, forcing his cock over the top of her tongue. Her breaths were coming in quick snatches of air sucked in through her nose. With jaws jacked wide open, she gripped his buttocks and pressed him to her until her nose was buried in his pubic hair.

He checked their reflections again in the mirror: There he was, fucking her face. And there she was, trying to cram every inch of him into her as far as she could. Her old throat stuffed full of cock, bulging like a bullfrog. "Gunk, gunk, gunk", the deep sounds resonated obscenely from her. 

Much more of this, the neurologist thought, and I'm going to cum so hard it'll squirt out her fucking nose! 

Determined to save his wad for her antique pussy, he pulled away and got down off the table. He pulled her down the table closer to him, bent her knees, and then spread her legs wide. He moved toward her and guided the tip of his stiff member to the verge of her snatch. She spread herself wider with her fingers, as if offering him a tasty hors d'oeuvre. He saw the vaginal introitus, glistening, drenching with her fluids, her labia flushed pink and engorged. He lodged the tip of his quivering cock at her moist opening, like a racehorse ready to explode out of the gate, and then took firm hold of her thighs. 

My God! he thought, I'm about to stick my thirty-five year old dick into the vagina of a woman who had her last baby two years before I was even born! A married woman due to celebrate her fiftieth anniversary in a few months to the champagne toasts of her family and friends! A grandmother! What's more, a new great grandmother! And in about ten seconds, I, her trusted doctor, am going to fuck her living brains out!

He realized he was millimeters away from irreparably violating her marriage vows. Nearly fifty years of marital fidelity was about to go up in smoke with a single defiling thrust of his penis. In a sense, despite her seven pregnancies, it was like stealing her virginity. Figuratively speaking, he was about to deflower her. It was too sinfully delicious! 

His brain seething with lust, he watched himself begin the slow, deliberate act of penetration. The tip of his dick started to part her labia minora. 

"Oho!" she gasped, as she felt his thick member ease into her. 

He savored every delicious moment as he slowly immersed himself in her hot moistness. He advanced, inch by inch, separating the adhesive walls of her seventy-year-old vagina with his young, vital cock. She was juicy cunted, all right, just as he thought she'd be, and she fit him like a finger cot.

He took his own sweet time getting up to his balls in her, and then paused, like a climber reaching a mountain summit, to glory in his accomplishment. With the same bawdy thought in mind, they both reached down to feel him buried up to his roots inside her, their fingers groping all around her cunt lips. 

Their eyes locked lustfully. She bit her lower lip expectantly. And then, ever so slowly, he began to fuck her. A tube steak dinner with all the trimmings! Her belly and tits wobbled with every thrust. He looked down and saw the shaft of his penis, slick and glistening with her juices, slowly gliding in and out. 

The two lovers intertwined their fingers as he lay on top of her, giving each other wet slobbery kisses. She raised both arms high above her head, gripping the head of the exam table, causing her breasts to rise up like two great fleshy pillows. She moaned as he licked his way to her bare, smooth armpits. He dallied there awhile, kissing, licking, before working his way back down to those delectable nipples, which he feverishly tongued, nibbled and sucked. 

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh God, oh yes -- ahh-hahhh!" she moaned, "oh, oh yes, oh yes, uh-huh!" 

Now he placed his arms under her thighs and lifted, bending her this way and that, penetrating her from varying angles, exploring every nook and cranny of her vintage vagina. She declared "Oh! Oh!" as his plunging created loud cunt farts. 

She reached down again with one hand to feel the shaft of his penis moving in and out, then gently squeezed and milked his balls as though trying to push these, too, inside. As she lightly tickled the back of his testicles with her fingernails, the head of his dick seemed to inflate, further stretching the walls of her cunt.

"Oh God!" she exclaimed breaking off from a kiss. "I wish I could suck you at the same time you're doing this to me." After several more minutes of hard pumping and grinding, she reached out to him with both hands. "Come here to me," she pleaded. "I want to suck you!"

He pulled out and stepped up to the head of the exam table where her lips were eagerly awaiting. She grabbed his cunt-slimed cock and shoved him in her mouth, as if she was starving. She tongue-bathed him up and down his entire length, and then began sucking him so hard he thought she'd pull the knob right off. Not wanting to cum in her mouth -- at least for now -- he wrested himself away and got back to work between her steamy thighs. 

"My God!" she said, as he plunged back all at once into her sopping wet cunt, "I could taste me all over you!" She swept her tongue around her lips and made a hungry moan. She was nearly beside herself, with all manners of bawdy thoughts racing through her brain.

He gripped her ass tightly with each hand, pulling her to him as he shoved harder, giving her old clit a royal pounding. Her legs shook from physical strain and excitement, her great breasts jiggling back and forth like a half-ton of Jell-O. Her breath came quicker and quicker. He sensed she would soon be climaxing.

Her tongue swept her lips once, twice. She looked restless, delirious. And then, her arms sprang out to either side, hands clenching the air as she launched into a stupendous orgasm. Her eyes rolled up in her head with only the whites showing. "Oh! Oh God!" she cried out, her face contorted in agony and bliss as she gave out a long, low spasming moan. He waited patiently for her orgasm to subside. 

Now, it was his turn. 

He sank heavily onto her belly and began shoving, pumping, he grunting, she groaning with every thrust. After a minute or so, his mind red hot, thinking of the depravity of what he was doing to this old woman, he felt his cum rising like a tsunami. He dug his fingers into her ass, ignoring her outcries, felt a tremendous throb, and then exploded into her -- the great grandmother of all ejaculations! - spraying her elderly innards with jets of his fresh hot gism.

As she felt him come off in her, her face turned beet red, her eyes bulged, her jaws clenched and her neck muscles strained as her head came up off the table, bucking and jerking. She looked like she was having a seizure! And then, with a great gasp, she suddenly fell back limp, utterly and completely spent. 

Slowly, the fog of lust lifted. He found himself lying on top of her, the last of his gism trickling out of his dick, emptying him completely. He could feel his penis being milked and noted she was having powerful vaginal contractions. She lay fucked out, utterly exhausted, a dazed, dreamy look in her eyes. She looked like a new mother who'd just delivered a 10-pound baby after thirty-six hours of labor. He kissed her, and she projected her tongue, and their tongues caressed each other for a full minute. 

"My God!" she exclaimed at last, "If I were thirty years younger and still had my ovaries and uterus, we'd have had quadruplets just then!"

For a long time after, the intergenerational lovers lay peacefully in each other's arms, their juices continuing to mingle, her tits pouring out from under him. He kept his prick up her as they exchanged tender kisses, every so often gently pumping her to keep himself hard.

He stroked, cupped and kissed her massive mams, and licked, nibbled and sucked those fabulous king-sized nipples. Every so often, his cock would experience a sudden jolt of pleasure, causing her to gasp sharply. Fifteen minutes later his prick was still well up her and getting hard as iron. 

"I'm going to make love to you again," he announced, giving her increasingly longer strokes.

"So soon?" She sounded surprised and flattered. 

"Yes," he murmured, "I want to cum inside you again." God! She was making him so horny! 

Fucking in his own semen, he found, was like churning sperm butter. Still fatigued from their first round of amorous activities, she could only manage small gyrating movements with her pelvis, gamely aiding and abetting him as best she could. At one point, he turned her on her left side, hiked her right leg up over his shoulder, and, while straddling her left leg, fucked her sideways, which allowed for far deeper penetration. Her breasts slid down, lying atop one another like twin duffel bags. He ran his hands over them, caressing, squeezing.

"Oh! This is certainly a new position for me," she said.

"Can you feel me inside you?" His voice was husky with lust. 

"Oh God ... yes."

"Does it feel good?"

"Yesssss!" she hissed, enjoying the feel of her cunt being stretched at new angles. He watched the tension in her face mount as she built swiftly toward a lovely climax. "Oh ...oh, I'm going to have another orgasm! Oh-hahhh!" she moaned, cumming hard.

He rolled her onto her back, lay her thighs over his arms, and recommenced grinding and thrusting while playing with her bountiful boobies. Within a minute she dug her fingernails into his shoulders as she had two more orgasms in rapid succession, her mouth forming a perfect "O". Finally, less than a quarter hour after his first ejaculation, he felt himself once more on the verge. 

"I'm going to cum in you now," he announced with a calmness that belied his feverish intensity. "Tell me... if you can feel this," he said through gritted teeth, as his cock began jettisoning another load into her. He suddenly moaned and cried out, "Unnh! Ohh! FUCK!"

"Oho!" she gasped, her body giving an involuntary jerk. She could indeed feel every one of his forceful spurts inside her. "OH! OHOHO!" He lay on her heavily till the last of his throbbing had subsided. 

"I love feeling you cum inside me!" she said soon after, sucking and nibbling on his earlobe, "Ooo! I could absolutely eat you up!" She stuck the tip of her wet tongue into his ear.

As before, he lay on top of her, enjoying the feel of his prick bathing in their juices as her cunt muscles gave him a good massage. Finally, he started to get up. Their hot, moist bellies had stuck together, and as he pulled away their flesh separated like wax. He put his hands on her broad hips and while she looked down lying perfectly still, he withdrew himself slowly from her sweltering, swollen pussy. As he pulled out of her, she felt her heart flutter as a thick column of gruelly cum rolled out of her and trickled down to her asshole where it came to rest. 

"Hooo! Just what the doctor ordered," she exclaimed with a swoony laugh, using her hand to fan the sweat on her chest and snatch. "My legs are so weak, I don't think I'll be able to walk."

"Then we'll just have to arrange rehab," he jested, and she laughed with him. She got up and went to the toilet to pee, and then it was his turn. As he pissed, he noted his cock was still semi-hard. He was amazed at himself, and amazed, too, at how much she was arousing him. 

As he returned to Mrs. Stetler he found her lying once again on the table, her legs gaped open. He spotted a glob of semen still clinging to her asshole. He had a bawdy thought, and spoke it aloud: "There's sperm over your anus, dear. I want you to put it up inside you."

Hesitating for a moment, she dutifully reached down with her left hand and using the tip of her ring finger -- the very same finger upon which her husband had placed the diamond wedding band 49-years before -- daintily pushed his cum up inside her rectum. The elegance and refinement with which she carried out this obscene act of concealment both titillated and impressed her doctor immeasurably. 

"Now touch yourself down there.... like this...."

Under his direction, she delicately traced the anal verge with her cum-moistened fingertip. 

"I've never done anything like this before," she confessed, her face taking on a new expression of embarrassment mixed with bawdy delight.

Suddenly, without warning, he pressed her finger into her so that it disappeared in her anus up to the first knuckle. She gasped in surprise. Then, sensuously, very slowly, he manipulated her finger in and out, making her finger-fuck herself in the bootie with her own bejeweled digit. Meanwhile, he stimulated her clit with his fingers. Her eyes began to glaze over, taking on a far away look. Every so often a small involuntary sigh of pleasure would escape her lips. 

"Ooo ... aahhh ...oo-ahaaah -- oh! ... ahahh -oh! Oh God! ... We shouldn't be doing this - oh-ahhaah ... but it feels -- oh-mmm-oho ... so won-der-ful!"

He took his hand away and she continued fingering herself. He relished the sight of her performing this pornographic act of self-abuse. It had been half an hour since their second fuck. His cock swelled as big as salami, as he thought to himself: I'm going to make a direct deposit! 

He removed her hand from her fundament, turned her over, and placed a pillow beneath her belly, elevating her to just the right height. He then squeezed out a glob of K-Y jelly and lubricated his stiff dick, then used the remainder to thoroughly grease her asshole. 

"Oh, what - what're you doing?" the darling old woman inquired with apprehension. 

Without answering, he shoved up both of her legs into a frog position, and then notched the tip of his now jumbo-sized penis at her well-lubricated hole. 

"Bear down, sweetheart," he instructed, "just like you were going to have a great big BM-ey."

"You're not going to try to put yourself inside me down there, are you?" she asked with alarm. "You're too big. You'll hurt me."

But, she performed the Valsalva maneuver as instructed, and he noted a sudden loosening of her sphincter tone.

Now," he said, his brain on fire, "just relaaaax..."

She cried out as he bore down upon her, putting the first two inches of his iron-hard cock up her rectum. 

"Oh! Ow ow ow!" she exclaimed. "Stop!" 

But he had no intention of stopping. He felt the glans of his penis bump and slide past a marble-sized chunk of hard stool as he put another two inches up her. 

She reared her head in pain and alarm. "Ow! Ow! Ouch! Oh no, stop! Oh! Oh God! You're doing it too hard! Please... I can't take it! Oh please take it out! Take it out! Oh! Ow! OW! Please, you're hurting me! Oh God! Oh Jesus! You're going to split me wide open! Ohh! Ow! You'll tear me!"

"Shush-shush-shush-shush," he whispered softly in her ear, his voice tremulous with passion, as he burrowed still further into her bowels. She tried to scoot away, but he held onto her thick waist with both hands while continuing to plough new territory.  

At last, with a final shove, he ensconced himself up to his balls in her. He ceased all movement and leaned back, taking great care not to move his dick. He spread her butt cheeks far apart and inspected his handiwork. The sight of her elderly asshole stretched thin and wide by his thick cock was delightful. She moaned sweet and low as he began making little round moves in her.

"Please," she begged hoarsely, "oh, please, stop ... take it out!" 

"I will, darling, very soon," he panted as he began to slowly pump her. "Just try and relax now."




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"You're too big, you're too --! Oh! Ow! OW! Oh my God! You're going to split me open! I can't --! You're going to tear my rectum!" She started blubbering: "Oh ... it's tearing; you're splitting me! I can feel it--! Oh! Oh dear God! OH! OW! Please take it out, take it out, take it out! Oh sweet Jesus! It's hurting! OH JESUS! OW!" 

He put his lips to her ear. "Soon, sweetheart, I'll finish very soon now." His pleasure was intense as he ran a finger around his cock where it was piercing her anus.

She laid her head back down, whimpering softly, while he continued doing what he pleased. He enjoyed watching her grandmotherly face in the mirror, wincing as he sodomized her. Whenever she lay too quietly, he gave her an extra hard penetrating jab, just to get her attention.

"OW! Oh, when? When will you be done?" she cried, arching her back. "Oh God! Oh dear God! Please! Please! I can't stand it! It's hurting me so much ... oho, so muuuuch!" she sobbed

"Very soon, darling, I'll be done very soon," he lied through his gritted teeth as he continued running his cock up and down her stink hole. "Unh. I know. Why don't you tell me about your new baby great granddaughters," he encouraged. "Tell me... unnh ... tell me, what're their names?"

"An-gel--aaa. Ho! Oh my God!" she quavered as he punctuated every syllable with a jab of his cock, "and Naa--taa--leeee. Oh ... OH GOD!" 

With each stroke now, he was gliding the full length of his penis from the very tip all the way up to his balls, then back again. No thought or feeling of human decency remained in him, just lustful ass fucking. 

He could tell her pain was subsiding now and pleasure beginning to take hold, because she reached back with her left hand to feel his cock moving in and out between her cheeks while with her right hand she began rubbing her clit with her fingertips. Each time he went all the way up her, she made muffled snorting sounds into the padding of the exam table, her fingers frenetically frigging away.

"Do you still want me to stop?" he teased, "I will if you want."

Her only response was to lie with her face sideways on the table, eyes closed, lips slightly fish-mouthed, as she continued rubbing herself nonstop: "Uunhh-uunhh-uunhh-uunhh-uunhh ..."

At last, after ten minutes of solid butt fucking, he could feel his cum rising. Her tremendous tits were splayed out under her to either side. He grabbed a handful with each hand, and began plowing into her, shoving his cock up her ass with all his might. 

She began sobbing loudly, but with unquestionable pleasure: "Oh God! Oh God! Unh! Oh! Oh! Unh! Oh -- oh God! Oh God! It feels like you're up in me to my stomach with your penis!" She grunted loudly.

At that utterance, he blew his stack a mile up her rectum, spewing hot scalding cum all over the insides of her guts. They both groaned loudly as their bodies were wracked by one orgasmic spasm after another.

As his wits at last returned to him, he found his dick still firmly lodged in her rectum. She lay beneath him, unmoving. For a terrifying moment he thought he'd fucked her to death, but the next moment he felt a flood of relief as he saw she was still breathing. He let his cock drain into her bowel a good half-minute before withdrawing. As his knob popped free, she emitted a loud fart and cried "Oh!" as the marble-sized chunk of stool rolled out. Covered with white cum and tinged with blood, it looked to him amusingly like a cherry cordial turned inside out. It slid slowly down the cheeks of her ass, and he caught it with a Kleenex. As he touched her, she winced.

"Ooo! That hurts!" she moaned "Oh, you tore me down there, I think."

He had indeed. He noted a telltale drop of red blood forming at the anal verge where he had created a small fissure with his thrusting. "You're all right. You'll just be a sore there for a little while. Next time will be a lot easier." He thought of her having to sit on pillows for a few days, and smiled, thinking of her struggling to come up with some innocent explanation for her family. 

He turned her over on her back again. "Just lie still," he said, as he poised himself between her thighs, and began to lick, kiss and suck her clit. He enjoyed tasting their salty cum mixed together. She made frequent soft exclamations, and began to cry out "Oh, oh, oh!" as she neared climax, humping his mouth. As she came, her fingers clutched his head, pressing him to her, burying his face in her twat. Her body gave another great long shuddering spasm. 

She lay still, laughing giddily, saying: "Thank you, oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Her legs collapsed, sliding off either side of the exam table, her breasts cascading over either side of her rib cage. 

"My God!" she exclaimed. "To experience such things at my ripe old age!"

"Ripe is right," he said, and then lied, "But you're not old." He pushed her breasts together and squeezing them like two melons. He teased each nipple with his tongue.

They next gave each other deliciously warm, wet towel baths. He especially enjoyed soaping and rinsing her mountainous tits and her well-exercised, succulent snatch. He applied a soothing ointment to her anus, which eased the soreness. Then, thoroughly cleansed and refreshed, they spent the next hour lying side by side, engaged in idle chatter, exploring each other's sexual preferences and exchanging sweet, sensuous kisses. 

He lay fondling her spectacular tits, as she ran her finger around and around the glans of his penis, thinking to himself: These are mine now, whenever I want them. Every so often she'd squeeze the shaft and a pre-cum droplet would form at the tip. She'd then use her thumb to very lightly spread it over the glans in a circular fashion, blending it in like a sexual balm.

As time passed and they grew more sexually heated, she repeated the previous delicious oral exercise on him --but this time without her dentures, which added a whole new dimension to his jaded pleasure. It was an incredible visual obscenity, watching her kneeling there between his legs, sucking him off, her great breasts lying spread out over his thighs, her elderly head bobbing up and down on him with her edentulous mouth flashing gums, lips and tongue. She clamped down on his cock him as she went up and down the entire length, going "muh-muh-muh-muh-muh" -- a hum-job to beat all hum-jobs! 

He let it build, holding back as long as he could, and then came violently in her mouth, spraying his hot gism over her tongue and gums, and depositing a generous load over her face and hair in the process. 

Afterwards, as she began to rise up, the tip of his slimy dick brushed a dangling nipple, anointing it with his semen. He noted little globs of cum plastered in her bristly red hair and eyelashes, like tiny festive ornaments. 

Without having to be asked, she presented his gism on her tongue for his visual inspection and approval, then swallowed it whole, causing him to think: 

"Cranial nerves 2 through 12 are grossly intact."



Nervous Flyer



Lucy had always been a nervous flyer and so it was unfortunate that her job meant that she had to fly rather a lot. She had developed an airport routine to try and minimise her nerves. She would arrive at the airport far too early for check-in, have a coffee and wait for check-in to start whilst reading 'Pride and Prejudice' which she normally found trite and silly but always read at airports. She would check in as soon as it was called, get rid of her bags then go into the airport lounge to find a secluded bar in some far-flung corner of the airport, have a drink and read 'Pride and Prejudice' again, whilst frequently visiting an equally low-attended toilet where she could panic quietly to herself in a toilet stall without worrying about being disturbed. At the last moment she would go to the gate, get straight on to the 'plane and try to sleep for the entire flight.

One day in March she was going to Madrid from London for a conference on an early morning flight. The airport was very quiet when she arrived. Lucy was in two minds about that. On the one hand, it was good that nobody was there to see her panic, on the other hand sometimes it was nice to see other people and be reassured that she wasn't alone and to look at all the other people coolly going about their flightly business without worrying stupidly and try and convince herself that she was one of them. None of the coffee places were open so she settled herself into a corner facing the check-in desk and tried to lose herself in her book. Once check-in opened and she was in to the airport lounge she was relieved to find that the bar was open and were happy to serve her a lager top.

Lucy settled herself into a corner, got out her book and took a sip of her drink. She hadn't been there very long when she noticed another customer enter. A man, about her age, dark hair and striking dark eyes. He too ordered a drink but stayed perched at the bar, fidgeting from foot to foot. Lucy vaguely wondered whether he was a nervous flyer as well and was lost in that thought when he looked over at her, caught her watching him and smiled a disarming smile. Lucy blushed and returned to her book, furiously trying to read. A moment later the chair opposite her creaked back and the man sat down. She looked up and smiled nervously, about to tell him that she wasn't really in the mood for company. With her willowy figure and long, soft curls of honeyed blonde hair she was used to fending off unwanted male attention.

"You hate airports too, don't you?" He asked. Despite herself, Lucy nodded, "Me too." Lucy put her book down politely.

"Where are you flying to?" She asked. It was the question everyone asked in airports and she was almost embarrassed at having gone along with the cliché.

"Istanbul." He replied, "Boarding starts in an hour. You?"

"Madrid." She said, "I've got longer to wait. I have an airport routine, you see." Lucy immediately regretted saying that because the man's eyebrows rose.

"Routine?" He asked.

"Yes, I get here a lot earlier than I need to and read." She waved the book as evidence. The man nodded in understanding.

"You may not believe this," he said, "but I have a routine too."

"Oh yes?" Lucy replied. He leaned over the table a little and Lucy could almost feel his breath on her face.

"Yes, normally I would have brought my girlfriend to the airport with me but she broke up with me a couple of weeks ago." He confided.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Lucy replied, his eyes really were deep, dark and hypnotising, she thought.

"Really messed up my routine, that did." He added, "I wonder if you might be able to help, actually."

"If I can." Lucy replied, eager to help a fellow fearful flyer, "What would you like?" The man leaned even closer.

"What I'd really like is to take you to the men's room and eat your pussy. Would that be okay?" His face hadn't really changed, fixed into an expression of polite questioning. Lucy's brain supplied many horrified and indignant replies at this extremely forward approach so she was more surprised than anyone when she heard her own voice reply 'yes'. The man nodded.

"Good." He tilted his head in the direction of a corridor at the end of which Lucy knew were the quiet, unregarded toilets that she normally used, "Finish your drink. End cubicle." He looked her up and down once, smiled that disarming smile again and stood up. He didn't even look back as he walked towards the toilet. Lucy sipped nervously at her drink, ashamed that she could feel a tingling between her thighs. Of course, she wasn't going to do it. She wasn't the kind of girl who had random sexual encounters with strangers. Therefore, she was even more surprised when she glugged at her drink, picked up her handbag and strode towards the toilet.

Once outside she nearly had a change of heart again. What if someone else was in there, at the urinals? They'd see her. She quite obviously did not belong in the men's room. She stood outside the toilet for a while, mentally to-ing and fro-ing, trying to decide what she'd do if someone was in there... or perhaps she should just walk away... or just stride in boldly... With a slightly shaking hand she pushed into the toilets, not realising she was holding her breath until she let it out when she saw that the toilet was empty. She tiptoed over to the end cubicle, without quite knowing why she was being quiet, and pushed at the door. The man from the bar was sitting on the toilet and looked up as she entered. She was almost surprised to see him. He stood up.

"I didn't think you would really come." He said. Lucy nodded, stepped fully into the cubicle and locked the door behind her.

There was a moment of awkwardness until the man took her gently by the shoulders and turned around, pulling her with him so that they had switched positions and he now had his back to the cubicle door. He let his hands fall down from her shoulders, brush over her breasts then slide underneath her t-shirt. She noted his surprise as he realised she wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts had always been naturally firm and she rarely needed the support. He massaged her breasts, tenderly squeezing at her nipples. Lucy closed her eyes briefly, not quite believing that she was allowing a man she'd only just met to feel her boobs. He pulled at her t-shirt, yanking it over her head and dropping it to the floor along with her handbag which she hadn't realised she hadn't yet taken from her shoulder. With her breasts glistening in front of him, he seemed to change, become less gentle. He lowered his head and took one of her nipples between his teeth, biting and sucking at it, squeezing the other with his hand more firmly. Lucy let out a sigh and realised that she was becoming quite wet. Correctly interpreting the sigh, the man took a step back.

"Take off your skirt." He commanded in a quiet voice. With shaking hands she did so, "Now your stockings." Lifting her leg on to the toilet she pulled down each stocking, kicking off her shoes as she did so. The man was watching her coolly, his eyes travelling over her long, slender form. He looked like he was trying to be aloof but she could tell by the quickening of his breath, and the bulge in the front of his trousers, that he was as excited as she was, "And now your knickers." He instructed, when she'd dropped her second stocking to the ground. She pulled at her knickers eagerly, wanting her pussy to feel the air, wanting him to feel her pussy. As he nodded approvingly a part of her brain, the part that wasn't concentrating on her increasingly tingling clit, told her that she was completely naked in a toilet stall with a stranger. The thought, instead of frightening her, hotwired her body, 

"Are you wet?" He asked. She nodded. "Why don't you check? Then tell me." She slid her hand down to her crotch, slipping it amongst her pubes and feeling the wetness between her lips, she couldn't help flicking at her clit a little making herself gasp again, "Tell me." He repeated.

"I'm wet." She whispered.

"Good." He moved towards her, grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up on to the cistern. He took one of her knees in each hand and roughly pulled them apart, "Good..." He muttered again then dropped his head between her thighs licking hungrily at the juices around her cunt. She ran her hands through his dark hair and closed her eyes again as his tongue ran expertly over her g-spot. Then suddenly she wanted to watch this man between her legs. She opened her eyes and looked down at him as he sucked at her lips and inserted his tongue into her vagina. She was horrified to discover she was already very close to cumming in his face, but he seemed to realise that. He removed his tongue and thrust three fingers inside her. She gasped out loud and groaned as his tongue played around her clit, sending hot waves washing up her body. As the orgasm started to build she heard the toilet door open and someone enter. She expected the man to stop but he went on licking at her. Whoever was outside went to the urinal and Lucy had to shove both hands into her mouth to stop herself from groaning with the pleasure of this stranger eating her out with another stranger just feet away and unaware. The stranger between her thighs sucked hard at her clit and the orgasm washed through her, just as the hand-dryer started outside the cubicle. Which was fortunate because she knew that she made a little cry and the porcelain must have chimed as she bucked with pleasure. The toilet door thudded again and they were alone.

The man lifted his head and appraised Lucy. Beads of sweat were running down her chest, she was breathing heavily and her hands were still stuffed into her mouth. He pulled her fingers away from her face and shook his head slightly.

"That was fast." He commented. Lucy nodded, unable to speak just yet, "Too fast for me. Get down." Lucy got down, suddenly ashamed that she hadn't pleased him, "Turn around." He told her. She heard a zip open as she turned and then felt a hand at her back pushing her over to a bended position. Her already swollen and hot pussy started to throb in anticipation again as she braced herself against the toilet for what she knew was going to happen. And she was right, grabbing a handful of her hair to steady himself, she felt his cock suddenly slam into her pussy. She couldn't help but cry out as her cunt was filled with him. She had half expected him to tease her, but by the size of his swollen penis he was almost on the point of orgasm himself. Already excited, it wasn't going to take much for her to cum again either. Losing his grip on her hair, he grabbed her by the hips so he could control his thrusts better. His cock slid in and out of her, the force and intensity increasing as she heard him start to groan and sigh. She was suddenly grateful that she was on the pill because there was no way that either of them would be able to stop. His balls slapping against her legs she felt her own orgasm start to rise as his thrusts became more urgent and she felt his cock swelling inside her. It was fortunate that nobody else had entered the toilet because neither of them would have been able to control their groans as they came together. After a moment or two he pulled out of her.

"Thank you." He said, still trying to catch his breath.

"Yes, thank you." She replied, turning to face him. He smiled that same disarming smile again.

"I think you can get dressed now."

As Lucy headed towards the gate to board her plane a little while later it suddenly occurred to her, somewhat belatedly, that not only did she not know the man's last name she hadn't even asked his first name. The thought should have made her feel ashamed, but instead the tingle in her crotch reminded her that she'd never been happier in an airport.



Nervous Reunion Ch. 01



Author's note: Thank you to Jax for your inspiration!

Julie took one last look in the mirror. God, she hated fluorescent lighting. Even with the slight tan she'd managed to acquire she looked like Casper, or his much older sister. Well, at least she was having a halfway decent hair day, nothing hanging out of her nose. Eyeliner and mascara were on and unsmudged. Lipstick was in place - subtle, but inviting and none on the teeth. No spinach there either, though come to think of it she hadn't eaten anything yet today. She'd been too nervous. Why was she nervous?! It was just a silly happy hour. Sure, she hadn't seen most of the other attendees in ten years or more, but Heavens, she'd known them most of her life. And, fluorescent lighting notwithstanding, she had to acknowledge the past ten years had been favorable to her appearance. She'd been a bit of a late bloomer. Not that she was hideous in high school. But even as she'd entered college, she'd still carried the awkwardness of adolescence with her. Now, the image staring back at her was of an attractive, polished, young woman...sexy even, she had to admit, as she cocked an eyebrow. The dress she'd chosen accentuated her slender figure and skimmed her smooth, shapely legs just above the knee. She'd always thought her legs were her best assets. They looked long and lean now. The strappy heels helped. Yes. Yes, she did look good!


"All right, enough with the primping and preening," Julie thought. "Onward to face the crowd." To face: him. No! Not him! Not JUST him, anyway. Who knew if he'd even be there? He probably wouldn't. He wasn't much for nostalgia. He'd never been much of a joiner. Not that he was anti-social, just not so caught up in the social scene. Anyway, why was she even worried about it? It didn't matter whether he was there or not. She hadn't seen him in years. Three years and three months, actually, but who was counting? She was here to have fun, to see old friends and catch up on their lives. Who was married? Who had kids? Who was working where? God, she hoped Cindy and Diane had arrived. She needed some moral support. Should have ridden with them. Oh well...

Out in the bar, Julie saw several familiar faces. She nodded, smiled, and waved, as she picked her way to the bar. It was definitely time for a drink. Maybe several. Maybe four or five tequila shots... No, that probably wouldn't be good, not on an empty stomach. Sloppy drunk bad. She may be reuniting with her classmates, but she didn't want to actually re-live the high school social scene. How had any of them survived all that drunken debauchery?

"Ah, here we are," Julie said to herself.. "I'll have a glass of Piesporter, please," she told the bartender as he grinned. He was cute, actually, if not a little young. She scanned the room again. Saw Cindy and Diane over at a table. Diane caught her eye and waved at her. She saluted. 

The bartender set her glass on the bar. "That'll be $4.00, Ma'am." Ma'am? Ma'am??!!! Sheesh. She was only 28. What was with the Ma'am crap?! She rummaged through her purse for some cash, thinking, "There goes your big tip, junior."

She looked up, and caught a pair of eyes coolly appraising her from the other side of the bar. HIS eyes. Damn! Damn, damn, DAMN! He wasn't supposed to be here! She'd half convinced herself he wouldn't be. Now what was she going to do??!! Pay for her drink, smile casually and go over to sit with her friends, THAT'S what she was going to do. She pulled a ten out of her purse and handed it to the bartender, absently waving for him to keep the change. "Thank YOU," he said, his grin bigger than ever. She ignored him. She gave her best Mona Lisa smile to the pair of eyes across the bar, turned, and headed to the table. She managed to make it without tripping, thankfully, though how she'd never know. Her legs felt like jello.

"God, Julie - you look great!" Diane exclaimed. 

"Thanks. So do you." It wasn't a lie. Diane was gorgeous. Naturally beautiful. Skinny and curvy at the same time. Never a hair out of place. Cindy had a quieter beauty. Something regal about her. Until she opened her mouth. 

"Got your fuck-me heels on, I see. Hopin' anyone will take you up on that??!"

"Shut up, Cindy." She said it with affection. Both Cindy and Diane had been her closest friends since ninth grade. They still talked by phone almost every day.

Cindy had obviously caught the quiet exchange at the bar. She didn't miss much. "So, you gonna talk to him, or what?" 

"Him WHO?" Julie asked, wide-eyed.

"Him. Mr.-I've-been-in-love-with-him-half-my-life, him," Cindy countered.

"I have NOT been in love with him half my life. I didn't even know him when I was fourteen. I met him when I was sixteen."

"Yeah, yeah - I know. I was there, remember?" came Cindy's exasperated growl.

"Besides," Julie continued her denial, "I have nothing to say to him. It's all already been said. I've moved on. Screw him!" 

"Speaking of which," Diane chimed in, "why didn't you? The way you two used to circle around each other, I can't believe you never did it!"

"I don't know. We just...the timing was never...we were never...we just...didn't." Her voice trailed off. 

"Cryin' shame if you ask me," Cindy smiled, then continued, "Ah well, let's drink up, ladies. Pretty soon, we do need to start mingling with the rest of these losers."

All three raised their glasses. Julie gulped at the wine greedily and then had to stifle a choking fit. "Wine, not beer, dumbass," she reminded herself. "Guzzling doesn't work so well."


A waitress came by, and they ordered another round of drinks. Soon, several other friends had joined them at the table. Julie found herself relaxing and enjoying the conversation. Everyone seemed the same - but different. Better. More refined. More complete. Her third glass of wine was half gone. Suddenly, a cigarette sounded REALLY good. But Cindy was trying to quit and would kill her if she lit up in front of her. 

Julie got up, excused herself, and made her way over to a side door. She slid outside, lit a cigarette, and inhaled. She really needed to give up the cigarettes. Nasty things. But sometimes… They were just so damn good. It was nice out. A beautiful night. Still warm, with a light breeze that had her skirt dancing flirtily around her legs. Whew. The wine was making her giddy. 

She heard the door beside her open, and she tensed. She knew, without looking, who it was. An all too familiar voice said, "You know those are bad for you." 

"Yeah," she said. "So are lots of things. Oh well." She sounded flippant. She hadn't meant to. She meant to sound calm, cool, collected, and utterly indifferent. 

"Share one with me?" he asked. 

"They're menthol," she warned. 

"I can take it." She handed him one. He lit up, took a drag, slowly exhaled.

"So," he went on, "why are you hiding out here?" "I'm not hiding. I'm just enjoying the night air." 

He eyed her slowly. "You look good," he said. 

"Thanks," she said warily, "So do you." She flicked her cigarette to the ground and crushed it out with the toe of her shoe.

"You still into triathlons?" she asked.

"Yep. Got one coming up in six weeks."

She shook her head. "I could never do that." 

"Sure you could," he said. "You could do anything if you put your mind to it." 

"Well, thanks for the vote of confidence," she smiled wryly, looking up at him. Damn! She shouldn't have done that. The eyes got her every time. She averted her gaze and took a step back. He was still too close. She started to turn and go back into the bar.

"You don't have to run away," he said quietly. 

She stopped. Turned back. "I'm not running away. I'm just..." Ah, hell. Why did this always happen with him? Why did her thoughts muddle and her heart hammer? She was a grown woman, for God's sake.

"Always got that guard up, don't you, Jules?" he asked. 

"Not always. But I, I have to around you," she stammered. 

"No. You don't." He reached out, traced a finger along her jaw. She sighed. Took a deep breath. 

"Yes. I do. Because if I don't..." 

"You'll have to let me in?" he asked. 

Damn. "Here we go again," Julie thought. "Alright, to hell with it." She was done playing cat and mouse. She'd just be direct. The words tumbled out. "No. You already are in. Don't you see? You've always been in. You set up camp in my heart a long time ago, and for some unfathomable reason, I've never been able to get you back out." He remained quiet, staring at her, bemused.

Julie rambled on, "It's like, you know, that feeling you get right before you're going to kiss someone for the first time." 

"Maybe," he said, unsure. 

"That feeling, when you know you're going to kiss them, and your faces are so close together that your breath mingles with theirs. And your heart starts to pound in your ears, and your eyes lock with theirs. And the only thing in the universe at that point is that kiss that's about to happen." 

"Yeah," he said quietly, leaning closer. 

"That's, that's how I feel ALL the time with you," Julie continued. "And....it scares the bejeesus out of me because that's not reality. No one can live their life like that."

"Why not?" His finger lightly skimmed her bottom lip as he leaned in further. 

"Because," she said with exasperation, "it's not... It's not real." 

"This feels pretty real to me," he smiled. 

"Maybe. But it's not. I think..." 

Now he placed his finger firmly on her mouth, as if to silence her. "Julie, you've always thought too much, you know that?"

She started to protest, but he leaned even closer, and she knew he was going to kiss her. She closed her eyes tightly. This wasn't happening. She was not going to go there again.

"Julie," he said softly. "Look at me." "No," she shook her head. "Look at me," he insisted. She slowly opened her eyes and looked directly into his. She knew she was lost. She couldn't stop this and wasn't even sure she wanted to.

She felt his breath on hers, felt her heart pounding, felt the rest of the universe melt away. God, this was insane. Slowly, he brought his lips to hers. She felt their warmth as they slowly caressed hers, felt that familiar tingle of electricity course through her body. And she shivered. His kiss was soft at first, gentle. Then firmer, more insistent. Her lips parted and she felt his tongue flick across them, dance through them, and begin mating with her tongue. So strange, this kiss. So like the many they'd shared before but different. Deeper.

As it consumed her, she flashed back on all the other times. She was sixteen, and they were in the backseat of a car, tentative, exploring. She was seventeen, and they were in her room, lights out, driven, hungry. She was twenty, and they were in her friend's pool, skinny-dipping, teasing, tantalizing. She was twenty-one, and they were in her parents' family room, taunting, angry. She was twenty-five, and they were on the back porch, cuddling, seeking...

She was twenty-eight, and they were, well, they were standing outside a bar, making out in the parking lot like teenagers. Nice reality check. "Was this any more 'real' than the other times?" She wondered. There was only one way to be sure. She pulled away, looked up at him. Arched an eyebrow and gave him another Mona Lisa smile. 

"What's wrong?" he asked. 

"Nothing. I was just thinking..." 

"I thought we agreed you think too much," he interrupted.

This time, it was her finger on his lips, quieting him. "I was just thinking," she continued, "we're at a bar." 

"Yes," he said, puzzled.

"A bar that's located in a hotel." 

"Yes," he smiled now.

"Well, then, what are we waiting for?!" She took his hand, and headed toward the hotel entrance. "This time," she thought, "this time, they'd make it real."



Nervous Reunion Ch. 02



As they walked across the lobby to the elevator, she wondered why they hadn't stopped at the front desk. "He must have already had a room," she thought. Now why would he have had a room this close to the bar? Unless...

She fidgeted with her purse as they waited for the elevator to arrive. A million thoughts screamed through her head. But his warm fingers intertwined with hers made all those insecurities float off into the distance. 

"The only reason I came here was in the hopes of seeing you, Julie," he whispered. 

She always was a sucker for hot breath and soft words in her ear. Oh, that warm, no, make that hot breath. The doors opened, gently snapping her back to reality. She felt a little silly as she wobbled into the elevator. "Legs, don't fail me now," she thought with a chuckle. "At least, not yet."

It was just her luck that the elevator had other passengers – an elderly couple and a young woman. He quickly pushed the button and ushered her into the rear of the elevator. After the young woman got off on the second floor, Julie asked, "What floor do we get off on?" A quick flash of his devilish smile, and it was all she could do to stifle a giggle.

As they rode up, his hand dropped to Julie's hem. She quickly brushed him away with a not-so-serious stern look. After all, they were not more than five feet from a pair of complete strangers. His hand slowly swept across her cheekbone, and made it's way back down. "Oh, well. I might as well let all my inhibitions go," she said silently to herself. His finger found its way under her dress, softly brushing her thigh. "Mmm." She knew she made some audible sound but wasn't sure if anyone else noticed. He continued, moving his finger along the back of her leg, tracing a line along her cheek. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting this to end yet hoping for more. Somewhere deep in the back recesses of her mind Julie knew she should have cared about the other couple, but she just kept biting her lip. His finger kept going and found it's way along her thong, where it kept rubbing back and forth. She felt a slight dribble along her inner thigh, her hips softly bucking in rhythm.

DING! The doors opened. He grabbed her hand and led her off the elevator. She was completely flushed. As the doors closed she glanced back. The old woman gave her a wry smile. 

"Oh, my God!" She whispered, "Were they watching the whole time?" 

"Yes, and I know you knew it," he replied. "In fact, I'm pretty sure you enjoyed it." He was right. A secret part of her did enjoy the thought of being watched in that elevator.

As he turned the key, her head was spinning. His warm lips pressed against hers rendered her powerless. At this point she knew she wanted him; she knew there would be no going back.

As he ushered her into the suite, her eyes were drawn to the table. Two lit candlesticks framed a bottle of champagne on ice. "My goodness," Julie thought. "He doesn't miss a trick!" She felt his breath on her earlobe again. 

"You don't mind the romantic touch, do you?" he asked. 

Julie turned, after savoring the heat emanating from him, and slowly passed her finger across his lips. "I couldn't have imagined it any better."

He leaned in to kiss her, and she could swear there really were sparks as their lips met. He had a knack for applying just enough pressure to drive her insane. She couldn't resist raising her hand and gently running it over his cheek. She didn't know why, but gently touching his skin, feeling his muscles move as he kissed her, it just felt so right. Her lips parted, allowing her tongue to gently flit past his. The heat was incredible. This certainly beat the hell out kissing in high school!

Julie had gotten so wrapped up in the kiss she failed to notice how deftly his hands worked their magic. One hand held the small of her back, which was probably why her legs hadn't given out yet. The other traced small circles along her thigh. She lowered her hand onto his, and softly guided it between her legs. He resisted, only slightly. He wanted to move at his own pace. She knew this meant he was in complete control, and she loved every second of it.

His soft fingers danced along her legs. She wanted him to touch her there so badly, it was all she could do to not force him. But Julie knew the reward would be worth the wait, all ten years of it! She gasped as he found her thong again. It was already soaked through from the elevator ride. But this time he moved it aside. She thought she noticed a moan of approval from him when he slid his finger along her freshly shaven mound. But as out of it as she was, it could just as easily have come from her. She rocked her hips in rhythm with his finger, praying he wouldn't be content to let it rest outside. But every time she almost had it pushed in, he pulled it back, letting it glide along her glistening skin.

"Well, two can play at this game," thought Julie. She ran her hand down from his face to his chest, undoing a couple of buttons to dig her nails in. This had the effect of quickening his pace, something she needed to remember. She savored every touch as her hand worked its way down his shirt. "Oh, God, I love a six-pack!" she gleefully thought as she continued to squirm. She could tell his jeans were tight as she returned his teasing by tracing circles across the bulge in his pants. She could tell he had more than enough and knew how to use it. She used strong, deep strokes to rub him outside his pants. And as she did this, she got her wish when he pushed his way knuckle-deep inside of her.

Julie groaned as her hips swayed in unison with his hand. He nimbly worked his fingers along and inside her crevice, giving her even more reason to moan. But just as soon as Julie really began to get into it, he suddenly pulled his fingers away. It took a few moments for her hips to stop bucking. 

"What's wrong?!" Julie exclaimed, wondering why he stopped. 

"I have something else planned for us," he said with a wicked grin. 

"What?" 

His look made her wonder if she wanted to know the answer, but there was no way she was going to stop now. He noticed her concern. 

"It's nothing like that. I promise," he said with a quick flash of his sexy smile. His words drew her near to him. The combination of smells from his cologne, his body, and her juices, made her follow his commands without inhibition.

He led Julie to the bed where he sat down. He reached behind her and released the straps from her shoulders. Her eyes were closed, but somehow her other senses more than made up for it. She felt his fingertips dance along her body, hardly noticing her bare skin bristle against the rush of cool air. Normally, it was all she could do to suppress a giggle when someone touched her so softly. But those tiny kisses he planted across her tummy made her instantly forget the night air as she was overcome by unbelievable warmth.

His strong hands held her hips firmly, which was a good thing because her legs still hadn't regained any strength. With his warm wet lips and hot breath concentrating on her, she barely noticed how sensitive her thigh was to his touch. Was there any place left on her body he could touch that wouldn't set her afire? Julie grinned to herself as she contemplated how much fun that would be to find out.

She felt his lips inching ever so slightly higher. She bit her lip so hard it almost hurt when his nose gently nudged her breast. He continued kissing her ribs while keeping his nose in contact with her breast. The warmth of his breathing that was focused on the soft underside of her mounds must have made her nipples realize what they were missing, as they hardened and stood at attention. "They need some good lovin', too," Julie thought.

As his nose edged up below Julie's left nipple, she felt a flick of his tongue. That tongue was on fire as it charted its way along her supple curves. And in a flash his lips enveloped her breast, sending more intense signals to her head than she could have possibly imagined. Julie's head lurched back as she let out a loud gasp. Her sounds and body language only encouraged him to do more. He slowly drew his lips to a close, lingering for a moment to give her nipple a little extra pressure. He then pulled off only inches from her moistened skin and slowly blew it with cool air. Before she could move, his mouth had opened and had almost enveloped her breast again. Only this time he held his lips a fraction of an inch from her skin, allowing his hot breath to warm her again. As he did this, his tongue darted along the outline of her areola, softening her nipple once more. He finished with a delicate "tongue-lashing," sending even more powerful shockwaves through her body.

After giving her pert breasts the ride of their lives, he inched his way up her body with more hot, wet kisses. He paused at her neck, opening his mouth wider to spread the heat. Both nostrils flared as he inhaled her perfumed air. By now he was standing, both hands leaving her hips to caress her neck and hair. She could not tell where her hair ended and his fingers began. With her neck arched back and her chest heaving, Julie was quickly succumbing to a passion she never believed existed.

He pulled back for a second, only to move to her ear. As he offered his lips and tongue, Julie was suffering from sensory overload. Although she could tell her ears must have been bright red from the heat. Somehow she had managed to remove his shirt and was clawing frantically at his chest. She just wanted to grab something to stop the spinning!

He stepped into her and lowered her gently onto the bed. His hands quickly and effortlessly removed her soaked thong. For a moment, he stood watching her quivering naked body, marveling at how wonderfully inviting she was. Gathering her remaining strength, Julie raised herself up and managed to remove his pants. Once freed from his constraints, he guided her back to the sheets. His lips immediately found their target again, breathing torridly into her ear. Julie's squirming resumed. But being off her feet, she no longer needed to worry about wobbly knees.

Her arms encircled his strong back, or at least as much of it as she could get around. She especially loved the way his ripped muscles flexed under her fingers. The more she stroked his tanned back, the more they moved beneath his taut skin. But she felt her grasp slipping as his body wormed its way down. Her uncertainty gave way to comfort as his tongue traced wet designs down her chest. He stopped by each breast again to give it proper attention and "maintenance." By the time he finished, she felt the first waves start to emanate from inside her.

His tongue began the journey down the trail, barely touching her. But his breath on the fine hairs that lined her tummy pushed her closer to the edge than any forceful contact could have. Nearing her pelvis, he shifted his weight, allowing Julie to wrap her fingers around his beautiful tresses. She wanted at least a little of the control back.

His nipples had hardened, and she could feel them brushing against her legs. Every touch was amplified tenfold. No, it had to be at least a hundred. Julie grimaced a bit when he passed over the stopping point. But he shifted her legs open and planted his lips inside her thigh. He could smell her aroma much more strongly, and it was all he could do to hold back from charging forward. She wanted this to be the most incredible night of their lives, and somehow she knew his patience held the key.

"Magical lips," Julie thought, a soft moan escaping from her. She spread her arms out and clutched at the satin sheets. "Satin sheets?" she wondered. "God, he is amazing." He had shifted her legs open wider and bent her knees, but his kisses still danced around more than she's have liked. "Enough foreplay, I need that tongue!" Julie mused to herself as she shifted her hips to meet his mouth. But he would have none of it and moved away with each thrust.

His strong hands reached under her thighs and curled around the outside, grabbing her legs. He could sense that she was ready for it. His wetted his tongue one more time and slowly dragged it almost lazily toward her clit. By the time he had licked up one side and down the other, Julie had let out her first "Oh, God!" of the evening. Having satisfied her for the moment, he relaxed his grip and let his hands explore.

He ran his fingertips barely across her tummy. It was lucky for Julie that he could keep his attention in two places at once. He reached up slowly until he found the swell of her breasts, making sure to gently massage the soft flesh. He deliberately stayed away from the nipples, preferring to only assist with his fingers and not dominate. If he weren't so skillful, Julie would have had a difficult time concentrating. But he knew the right combination of moves that complimented each other.

Meanwhile, his tongue had picked up some heat. A soulful combination of his saliva and her juices permitted him to effortlessly glide across her hood. He began with a long, hard pressure from the side that blended into the middle, causing her to raise her hips ever so slightly. He paused at the top to cover her with his mouth and suck for a moment. Here, Julie let out a short, high-pitched squeal until he released her. But before she had time to think, his tongue darted back and forth, barely touching her. A torrent of sensations spread through her body, but she could definitely feel the focal point about three inches from his tongue.

With her breathing quickened, Julie reached down and ran her hand along his face. She wanted to feel his muscles move as he pleasured her. Something about being able to touch him heightened the experience even more (if that were possible). He continued his gentle sucking and licking, providing the ultimate in TLC to a part of her that so desperately wanted it...no, needed it!

Julie recognized the familiar build-up, but it had never felt this intense. Her leg muscles began to flex in anticipation. He sensed it too, and kept a steady pace, not wanting to distract her. But his hands did reach up to her nipples, finally offering the slightest nudge with a gentle squeeze. "Oh, God! Don't stop!" Julie cried out, beads of sweat running down her cheek. She could hear his muffled moans of pleasure, which put her another step closer to total ecstasy.

His mouth became more forceful against her quivering mound. By now his tongue had been darting in and out of her. He had to quicken his pace to keep up with the movement of her hips, which were wildly bucking. He tried to focus his attention just under her hood, but with her moving so madly, it was all he could do to keep his tongue steady and let her direct the action. The moans and squeals were louder and more frequent. Julie lost track of all her senses, as though they were balled into one that she could not describe. She went closer to the edge. She could taste the warmth welling up inside her, just asking to burst free. Until....

Julie could not even tell what she was saying. All she knew was the telltale tingle that left her body completely numb and drained of any sensation, save for the overwhelming glow that permeated her. She was oozing that glow. It took Julie a few moments to realize he was now beside her. Once she had regained her senses – or at least the ones she had left – she saw that devilish smile. He had done extremely well, and he knew it. She absolutely loved that sexy confidence. He reached his arm around her and leaned in for a kiss. She could still taste her own juices on his tongue, and it drove her mad. Julie knew the night was only beginning, and with a start like that, her mind was now open to a new horizon.

They lay there for a few moments while Julie regained her senses. He continued to offer her small, attentive kisses along her neck and shoulders. She knew she had just received the best oral sex of her life and had some work ahead of her if she even wanted to come close to reciprocating. Julie reached out and playfully stroked his skin. Her fingers fluttered from his chest to his stomach. She wanted to feel his abs again to make sure they were real. He giggled with her light touch.

"I didn't realize you were ticklish," Julie said. 

"Shh, it'll be our secret," he replied. 

"Well maybe I can help you overcome it," she playfully laughed. With that, Julie shoved his shoulder back, and in one swift move hopped on top of him. She spread his arms out and held him against the sheets. Her lips parted, dropping to meet his. She mischievously held his arms down, allowing him to struggle against her. She wanted control for this part of the festivities.

He offered a lighthearted struggle while Julie's tongue probed his. She felt him standing stiff against her, and the temptation to slide just a little further back and lubricate him with her juices was so tempting. Julie couldn't help but grind her hips against his. Momentarily, she resisted the urge to move back and instead focused on the burning sensation between their mouths. Reluctantly, Julie pulled away from the kiss for fear of passing out. She took a deep breath and resumed kissing him. But as she lowered her mouth once again, she dodged his lips and went for the cheek.

She dragged a long, wet kiss across his jaw, drinking in his smooth muscular features. As she did this, she nudged her hips slightly back causing his member to bend down. As her lips found their way to his earlobe, she made sure to lightly brush her erect nipples against his chest. She rose up slightly, and so did he, hoping to keep contact with her breasts. "I've got him right where I want him," she thought.

Julie made sure to savor the next moment, sliding her hips back even further. She felt his rigid shaft make its first contact with her moistened patch of skin. But as his head met her opening, Julie continued to slide past. At that point, both of them wanted her to reverse direction and take him in with one thrust, but Julie remembered patience was the key. His member now slicked with her fluids, he let out a groan.

Her lips found their way onto his chest, returning the favors he had so graciously given her. A little bit of teeth on his nipple, and he started to squirm. "So he likes a little rough play? Interesting," she mused. With her tongue properly wetted she slid down his body, delicately outlining the ridges of his abdomen. She was also delighting in the feel of his penis as it ran along her tummy, still retaining the now sticky juices she had left on it. Julie shifted her weight to the side, letting him bounce free. She teased with her tongue, never actually touching his shaft, but merely flicking gently along his shaven skin. With her hands clutching his hips, she knew the anticipation was killing him, and her as well.

Julie slowly crept along his groin with the tip of her tongue. She sensed the muscles in his legs begin to constrict when her tongue worked its way to his sac. The way his balls slid around, it was almost like a game, one she knew would land a winner every time. She shifted her tongue to the soft skin below his sac and enjoyed his wriggling before moving up once more. Her nose nudged up against his pole, causing him to flex involuntarily. It was all she could do to hold back and not take him into her mouth. There was something about the aesthetics of his penis that drew her eyes. But the drool on her chin quickly reminded her that she had more work to do.

Her lips then made first contact with him. Julie slowly worked her way up, pausing every inch to make sure he was well cared for all around. Nearing his head, her nostrils flared as she savored the aroma of his pre-cum. His scent, combined with the juices she had left on him, almost forced her into a frenzy. She finally placed her hand at the base and gave a playful squeeze, causing his head to swell. The ridge of his helmet tempted her, but she resisted and instead ran the tip of her tongue along his underside. This time, it was his hips bucking in anticipation.




Nervous Reunion Ch. 02



Once he had been sufficiently teased, Julie traced the line of his helmet with her saliva and encircled him. She could not begin to describe the sense of warmth that saturated her mouth. She could now taste him, and the wait was well worth the compensation. With her lips fully wet, she began to slide her mouth over him. Until now Julie had been so enraptured with his body, she had not bothered to look at his face. But upon glancing at him, she locked onto his powerful eyes. She held her hair back and continued to slide her mouth over him, never breaking eye contact. She could feel a slight dribble long her inner thigh, as those sexy eyes almost commanded her juices to begin flowing again.

Carefully, Julie reached her hand between her legs and nimbly began working on herself. Her fingers were getting soaked as they glided over her folds of skin. Her motions gathered speed on both ends - her wet mouth pounding his rod and her fingers masterfully stroking her hard clit. He shifted his weight and lay on his side, compelling her to do the same. He pulled her legs toward him and moved her hand away, replacing it with his mouth. It had been so long since Julie had done this, but she had stopped comparing notes in her mind long ago. That would be reserved for later, when she could think clearly.

Julie quickly remembered how wonderful his tongue felt, but this time she was feeling it from a whole new angle. She could only imagine the sight of her juices dribbling down his chin. For some reason that image made her even hotter. Since she was already "primed", he maintained his focus on her most sensitive areas. With his left hand tightly grabbing her cheek, he kept sucking her hood. Just when Julie thought he couldn't possibly rev her engine any further, she felt a warm finger at her folds.

Meanwhile, she struggled to concentrate on him. While her mouth was sliding up and down she brought one finger to rest under his sac, gently massaging beneath it. Her left hand, however, worked its way back up his body, starting with his abs. Well, she sort of paused at his abs, but that wasn't against the rules, was it? She was also particularly drawn to his pecs. Julie never cared much for grossly oversized muscles. She liked everything in proportion, and his chest was tight and broad. Of course, the tan didn't hurt either.

Her fingers must have had some effect, because his hips wrenched in unison with her stroking. She continued sliding her mouth over him. At this point, Julie felt like she knew every inch of him, every ridge and every line. But as she could no longer bathe attention on his underside, she paused on the upstroke to lavish some courtesy on his head. With skilled motions, she applied gentle pressure under his sac causing his head to swell in her mouth. Using a feathery touch, her teeth softly massaged him. It was difficult to anticipate his wriggling, so she lay still, letting him shift inside her mouth.

Once she sensed he had reached his limit for that portion, Julie resumed her soft tongue caresses. Her finger left his sac and glided gently over his butt. Between one hand on his chest and the other screaming to forcefully grab his behind, it was all she could do to keep pace with the motion his hips were beginning to pick up.

But he had not been idle between her legs while she pleasured him. His finger, now fully lubricated, inched slowly in. His tongue continued to flick back and forth. The combination of the two drove her insane. Tonight, Julie reached so many levels of sexual gratification never thought possible that she believed nothing would surprise her at this point. But as his finger worked further in, she was surprised at the sudden jolt of electricity that surged through her body. If his tongue was the instrument that kept her humming, his finger was the orchestra that made her hit that high note.

She knew it wouldn't be long now, as his finger "tickled" the magical spot. She began to lose control of her body as the next orgasm built up. It wasn't so much of a slow, steady climb, like the last one. This was more akin of a raging locomotive. She couldn't figure out how everything was coming together, and it was all she could do to keep her mouth in place. But the two of them lying side by side somehow had managed to keep a strong rhythm. As she gasped for air, screams escaped her lips. By this point, she was so focused on herself she couldn't even hear his muffled moans. Her body went rigid, every muscle taut. She forced her mouth as far down as it could go, feeling the burst of warmth at the back of her throat. On the other end, he was bathed by the gush of her warm juices.

Once they both caught their breath, they lay nestled against one another. Julie had to giggle, as they were both so numb. She was certainly not used to full-body cuddling from this angle. But until their strength returned, they were content to keep their warm bodies huddled on the soft satin sheets.



Nervous Reunion Ch. 03



Julie awoke a short time later. She reached out her arms, looking for him. She was frantic for a second, until she saw his silhouette sitting in a chair in the corner. He was sitting there, intently staring at her. Julie drew the sheets up around her body. The air made her a little chilly. She arose and slowly strode over to him. "What are you doing over here? I missed your body next to mine," she said. 

"I just wanted to watch you sleep. You looked absolutely beautiful lying there. I didn't want to disturb you," he replied.

Julie bent down to offer a kiss. The warmth returned to her body once her lips met his. But as much as she wanted to continue the kiss, she pulled away. 

"What's wrong?" he asked. 

"I need to clean up a little before we continue," she answered. Julie knew it was silly, considering all they had done, but she always liked maintaining some semblance of order about herself. She walked over to the bed and picked up his shirt, sliding over her head. The smell on his collar, a mix of his body, his cologne, and her perfume, sent a tingle along her spine. She positively loved that aroma.

A myriad of thoughts were running through Julie's mind while she cleaned up. She had to admit the sex was the best she'd ever had. "Wait a minute. We haven't even done it yet!" she thought. A smile escaped her lips when the warm washcloth rubbed against her swollen folds. "God, that feels nice," she thought with a sigh. When she opened her eyes after a few moments of stimulation, she jumped with a start. He was standing right behind her, staring into her eyes through the mirror.

"Are you trying to do this without me," he asked. 

Julie blushed. "No, I, uh, was just... I was cleaning up a little, and I got sort of distracted." She tried to turn around and face him, but he held her in place. Without warning, his hand brushed her hair aside as his tongue found her neck. He firmly held her by the hair as his tongue probed every inch of her skin. The other hand brushed against her nipple through the shirt. Julie knew the familiar signs of arousal and practically begged him to take her right there.

He continued to hold her tightly as his tongue found her earlobe. "Your ears are on fire!" he exclaimed. All Julie could do was offer a groan as she submitted to him once more. Her once-clean leg suddenly felt wet again with the dribble of her juices. About this time, she also felt his hardening member against her backside. She instinctively rose up on her toes while he bent down slightly. With the deftest touch, she guided him across her lips, drenching him with her natural lubrication. He rocked his hips back, bringing his head to her entrance. Her nimble fingers gently guided him. Julie felt a slight tremble of a small orgasm as he finally penetrated her. He only had the head inside, but the feeling of the initial contact between his hardness and her softness sent her over the edge. Julie let out a long moan as he pushed further inside.

Julie absolutely loved the feel of him breaking that barrier for the first time. He had the girth to spread her open just enough to elicit the perfect amount of pleasure. She could feel the heat increase as his hips pushed against her. By now, her nipples were hard as rocks. Julie pushed her hips back to milk him for everything he was worth.

Breaking free of his grip, she turned her head and met his mouth. The pounding going on between them was intensified by the pounding of their tongues. He tasted sexy, if that were possible. Hell, at this point Julie believed anything was possible. They were beyond soft touching at this point. As he continued to thrust, she heard and felt his moaning.

Julie reached her hand around his back, her fingers grabbing his muscular butt. As her hands grabbed it, he pushed even further in – exactly as she wanted. The sounds coming from his mouth told her it would not be much longer before he came. He countered by sliding his hand from her breast, down across her belly, and finishing between her legs. He used his amazing fingers to massage her hood. Her third orgasm of the night was creeping up like a freight train.

The sweat was dripping down her back, lubricating their bodies as they glided over one another. He began to swell inside of her. Julie's muscles, stretched as they were, had almost reached their limit. She no longer cared as they achieved a stunning rhythm. Her breathing quickened, the shallow breaths pushing him closer to the breaking point. In unison, they were almost screaming together. Julie clenched her teeth as the sudden wave hit her. She felt him pumping deep inside her, exploding as she came. The feeling of him coming inside her made her orgasm that much more volatile. His scream of "Oh, God!" made her wish those few seconds would never end.

As he continued to slowly stroke inside her mere moments after they climaxed together, she began to come down from the high. She reached around for his head, her hips still bucking with his. When he finally pulled out, Julie immediately turned around and threw him against the wall. Her tongue found his, passionately kissing him as never before. The fatigue crept upon them, and they collapsed together in a sweaty heap upon the bathroom floor.

A good ten minutes later Julie pulled herself up and stumbled to the bed. He followed her, since neither of them wanted to spend the rest of the evening on the bathroom floor. By now Julie was completely numb. They crawled into the satin sheets and drifted off to dreamland, contently smiling at the magical night they shared.

Something perked Julie's senses as she awoke. Light streamed through the outside edges of the windows, alerting her to the arrival of the morning. She saw before her a light spread on the table and her lover setting the table for breakfast. 

"Perfect timing," he beamed. 

"I'm not sure I can eat much," Julie murmured, still trying to reconcile the previous night's activities. 

"Oh, I think you'll enjoy this," he smiled. Julie knew that smile meant something, and the devil on her shoulder told her to find out.

Feeling invigorated, Julie walked over to the table completely nude. She stood before him and asked, "So what did you have in mind?" 

"Well," he replied, "I thought we might eat in or even 'eat out'." 

She knew exactly where this would lead. "What would you like to start with?" she asked. 

He reached for a strawberry and brought it to her lips. As she reached for a bite, he pulled it away. "Not just yet," he playfully warned her, ignoring her mock pout.

The strawberry ran over Julie's lips, the coolness of the fruit contrasted nicely with the heat emanating from her mouth. She managed to give it a few flicks with her tongue. As the chilled fruit drew the warmth from her face, Julie softly moaned. Sometimes stimulation was best done without the stampeding. She opened her eyes when he withdrew the strawberry, but it returned to her mouth having been dipped in sweet cream. He dangled it in front of her lips, allowing a drop or two to fall on her chin. Julie anxiously lapped up as much as she could, and when she could wait no longer, she bit into it. The flavor flooded her tongue as a small shiver shot through her back, causing a wiggle.

Julie opened her eyes again, and watched him as he stared at her. His eyes pierced her own as she continued to suck, strawberry juice dribbling down her chin. He pulled the strawberry away and passionately offered his lips. After a night full of wonderful smells and tastes, Julie was particularly enjoying his tongue along with the strawberries and cream. Their tongues danced around each other's mouths, but she was struck by the power of his mouth. She could feel his jaw flexing as he paid attention to every detail of the kiss. But the kiss ended before she would have preferred. He pulled away to reach for more food, because breakfast was just beginning.

He picked up a fork from the table and grabbed a piece of the waffle. He dipped it in the warm syrup and brought it to her. On the way to her lips, he accidentally left a few drops of syrup on her legs. She giggled when he paused over her breast, letting the syrup tickle her nipple while it dribbled along the curve of her breast. He finished by sliding the fork into her mouth. He tried to pull away, but Julie playfully clamped onto the fork, letting him suggestively slide it from her mouth.

His chair pushed back, he knelt and placed his lips on her thigh. Julie felt his powerful hands on her leg, one cupping her calf, the other massaging her outer thigh. Yet another moan escaped her lips. The texture of his wet tongue as it lapped up the sticky syrup weakened the muscles in her legs. He covered her leg, soaking up every drop he could find. Julie laughed as he worked his way through the crease at her hip. "He made sure to get it everywhere," Julie thought, extremely pleased with his cleaning ability.

Julie reached down to tousle his hair, twisting her fingers through his locks. He responded by sliding his hand back toward her rear and giving it a forceful squeeze. He began the journey upward, following the trail of syrup that matted the soft hairs on her skin. Upon reaching her breast, he used only the tip of his tongue to clean the syrup from the underside. Julie's other hand grabbed the back of the chair. The hardness of his tongue on her soft flesh invited deeper sensations.

He allowed his lips to gently brush against Julie's nipple. But his hand was not idle. It crept from her calf to her inner thigh. The anticipation was growing once more for both of them. Julie unconsciously spread her legs a little, allowing his fingers to stimulate her sensitive skin. By now his full mouth was on her breast, his tongue dancing circles around her nipple. She felt his touch on her folds. Julie let go of the chair and brought her hand over to meet his. She guided his hand as he let the slickness envelop his finger. He left her breast and resumed the kiss they had abandoned earlier. The chair was creaking as Julie's hips began rocking to rhythm of their hands. But as before, he pulled away just when things were getting good.

"Why do you keep pulling away just when things get good?" Julie asked, more than a little annoyed at being brought close to climax without the big finish. 

"I want to see you play with yourself," he said with a raised eyebrow. Julie was a little unsure. While she knew her way around her own body, she wasn't used to an audience.

Julie slid herself down in the seat and propped her leg on the table. He sat back, ready to enjoy the show. Already in a state of arousal, Julie brought her hands to her nipples. Her fingernails traced lightly across her breast. She let her inhibitions go, closing her eyes and letting he head fall back. Julie continued to arouse her swollen nipples with light touching. She paid particular attention to the small bumps that sprung up. By now her breathing was picking up the pace, and Julie's hands began to knead her breasts. She was softly pinching her nipples when the moaning started.

"I want you to drop your hand lower," he commanded. Julie paused long enough to lock eyes with him. Her left hand continued to massage her breast while her right slowly snaked its way down her body. Far from tickling, her hand was leading her toward an unbelievable orgasm. Julie didn't realize how sensitive her belly button had gotten until she passed it. She backtracked with her fingernail to give it a little extra attention. His gaze never left hers, and Julie knew this was only turning her on more.

Finally her hand reached her engorged lips. Julie started by running her finger up and down one side and then the next. She deliberately avoided plunging directly in, partly for his benefit. Julie wanted him to approve of her show. Next she toyed with her hood, tenderly nudging it from side to side. She continued playing with his senses for a few minutes. When neither of them could stand it any longer, she stroked her middle finger down the center of her slit, leaving a string of juice trailing from her fingertip.

At this point he rose from his seat, his eyes never leaving hers. He didn't touch a single hair on her body as he bent over to kiss her. Julie's rhythm increased as their tongues mixed. A couple fingers were deep inside at this point, furiously driving her towards a climax. She was finally pushed over the edge when she felt his hand pinch her other nipple. Her screams were muffled by his mouth. She broke the kiss, gasping for air. He helped her up, placing a robe around her flushed body. The chills were racing across her body while she came back down to earth. Without question, it had been the single most erotic experience of her life.