0 comments/ 23899 views/ 4 favorites New Years Eve Revisited By: Jacquioh "You want to help me move the love seat?" Steve looked up from the TV to see Jackie entering the room. His eyes moved over the blue dress that scintillated over the curves of her body. It was a cross- over design, leaving a deep V down between breasts that filled the bodice to perfection. Standing smiling and fresh from her shower, she looked very appealing, one toe pointed toward him, her hands resting easily on her hips. Her stance let the dress part like a curtain over her right leg and he glimpsed the top of her stocking. His eyes slipped down the sleek nylon to the graceful, strappy high heels that made her feet and ankles very erotic. Gaining his voice, Steve mumbled, "Uh …. Yeah, … sure …." His eyes made the journey over her body one more time before he looked into her brown eyes and stood up. Grinning at him over her shoulder, she beckoned him and then moved toward the dining room, her hips swaying in a slightly exaggerated tease. His eyes never left the full hips or the way the dress molded the generous curves of her ass. She turned again and caught him staring below her waist. She bent to pick up one end of the love seat in the hallway and smilingly nodded her head for him to pick up the other end. Her lips were bright red and he could see the inviting valley between her breasts with a little black lace peaking out over the roundness of her breasts. "You're staring!" she said, brightly. She straightened up and they carried the red-seated love seat between them bumping each other awkwardly as they grinned excitedly into each other's eyes. They put it down on the side of the long dining room table, the bump of his end into the table bringing a hint of a frown to her face. Steve licked his lips in anticipation. He could barely see the hint of nipples jutting against the royal blue of the simple but elegant silk dress. "Why don't you light the candles and open the wine, then?" She moved gracefully around the table, putting last touches in place and then slipped through the door into the kitchen. Rich warm aromas rolled in from the kitchen. Steve looked around the celery green walls of the dining room. A large modern painting of a dark haired Mediterranean woman hung on the end wall, a mirror returned his slightly apprehensive image over a serving table on one side. At the end of the room a large bay window invited his eyes along a curving sidewalk to a post lamp gleaming a few yeards away next to the driveway where his rented Lumina sat. A tall clock chimed 11 times on another wall. His shadow loomed large against the walls after he lit the candles and turned down the glittering chandelier of crystal beads draped around a center point. Painted vines draped over and around a crown molding. "Did you paint the vines? Or are they decals?" "I painted them." He heard her say from the kitchen, obviously preoccupied with cooking. "Need any help?" he called. But she appeared in the doorway carrying two plates steaming hot. "No," she smiled, "mind the plates are hot." He winced as he felt the hot plates and overcame a need to howl with pain, placing them on the table in front of the love seat. 'I warned you!" she said with a smile. "You never listen!" Jackie went back into the kitchen and made two more trips, then waited for him to hold the love seat for her to sit down. The skirt split over two gleaming nylon covered thighs. The nylons were black and looked almost liquid as the light made highlights on the taut nylon. He gasped slightly at the sight of the dark bands indicating REAL nylons, not pantyhose. She turned in his direction slightly and held his napkin while he crawled into the seat beside her, then draped it over his lap. She must have seen that his erection was tenting the trousers slightly, but said nothing. The candlelight made her breasts golden and he noticed a hint of a red bra with tiny black lace edging. Jackie said grace, crossing herself briefly and then looked up into his eyes. "And forgive us our transgressions, … should there be any?" she giggled. "Bon Appetit! I hope you like rack of lamb." "Smells wonderful!" he said. They ate silently, tasting the succulent, meat and then the asparagus draped with a creamy cheese sauce. "Mmmm my god, that's great!" He could feel the juice of the lamb fresh and trembling on his lips. "Thank you, kind sir! We have a rule here that one should kiss the cook, .. .. if she performs well." "Nice custom." They leaned close and their lips found each other and moved together, tasting the juice of the lamb, slick and rich. Steve felt the back of his hand brush her nipple under the silk dress and his cock became more obvious under his pants. They toasted with the large wine goblets, making a ringing clink in the small room, and then looked at each other through the clarity of the crystal glasses. The candlelight gleamed on the ruby surface of the wine and Steve thought her eyes as beautiful as any he had ever seen. Jackie took his hand and slowly lowered it to her thigh and turned to take another bite of meat. Steve felt the warmth of her thigh through the sensuous silkiness of the nylon and took a deep breath before taking another bite. His hand closed over her thigh and she closed her thighs lightly on his fingertips. Steve felt the warmth between her soft thighs and her squeeze brought a smile to his lips. He looked into her eyes, his fork poised before his lips. Jackie turned and smiled softly, then pulled his fork to her lips and stole the morsel of succulent, fatty lamb coated with the delicious mint sauce. Sliding her hand down his arm and then off his elbow, she gently touched the gathering hardness lying along his inner thigh. She moved her hand slowly, barely touching it, along the length of his cock. Her fingertips found the head of it through the gabardine of his slacks. Her eyes widened and her playful grin turned into a sexy gesture of pressing her lipsticked lips together in a wet come-hither smile. She closed her hand around the shaft of his cock and squeezed playfully for just a moment. "Mmmmmm, .. .." she murmured. She grasped his ugly Purdue alumni necktie and pulled him toward her, tightening her thighs on his fingers once again. Her eyes focused on his lips as they came closer to hers making her momentarily cross-eyed. Steve gulped in pleasure as she tugged him closer and then felt her moist lips on his. Jackie moved her head in a little circle, probing for the fit between their lips to heighten the pleasure. The lipstick was a sensual lubricant and she searched and found a nice fit, then slipped the tip of her tongue out to explore the line between his lips. Steve stuck his tongue out eagerly. Jackie frowned and backed away. "Easy, ….easy!" she cautioned. "Easy." She said softly and then moved her lips to hers once again, exploring the rough outer outline of his lips with the tip of her tongue. This time Steve waited for her lead. As if satisfied with the outline of his lips, Jackie slowly touched along the inner, moist surface of his lips, exploring in detail the difference between wet and dry surfaces, then kissing little kisses along his lips. Perspiration broke out along his brow, and she turned her eyes up to his finally and slipped her tongue inside to find his. Teasingly, she nodded her head, slowly, very slowly, suggesting that now, … only now, ….. was it OK for him to explore her lips. Steve's eyes grew wide with the new sensation of her tongue against his and he slowly explored the soft wetness that she offered him. His eyes closed in shear pleasure and his tongue moved on to taste the bright red lipstick and then back off to savor the hint of flavor it contained. "Ohhhhh," he moaned softly. "Mmmmmmm, .." he continued, basking in the pleasure almost as exciting as a first kiss. Jackie opened her mouth to let him explore and her hand began struggling with the zipper of his pants, tugging back and forth until he sat up straight to make it easier to lower the zipper. He heard the satisfying zip of the zipper. Everything seemed magnified at this moment, with his tongue probing her lips. The Zipper seemed to ZING in his ears. "Ohhhhh, .. …" he gasped around her tongue, as her hand slipped inside his pants and grasped his shaft through the Bill Blass briefs he had carefully purchased for tonight. It made him feel much more confident than the limp, frayed old shorts he sometimes wore. Jackie grasped his balls and cock and held him for a long few moments, and parted her legs a little as she played with the round snug package his briefs made of his cock and balls. Steve moved his hand a little higher on her thigh, savoring the feel of the silky nylons. He paused with two fingers on the top of her stocking and two above it squeezing lightly, fondling her, enjoying the thrill of being here, of his hand between her legs. Still exploring the moist sweetness of her mouth, he squirmed to give her hand more room to fondle his cock. Suddenly he felt the coolness on his cock head as she popped it over the waistband of the tight briefs. She pulled away and smiled into his eyes, her lips moist and glistening red in the candlelight. Watching his expression with amusement, Jackie covered it with the palm of her hand, then rubbed it in a slow circle against his stomach. She turned to her food once again and pulled his hand higher under her skirt. Steve felt his little finger touch the soft lips of her pussy. He suddenly realized that his hand was not on bare flesh as he thought; she wore pantyhose beneath the stockings to make her legs even smoother, even silkier to his touch. His breath was coming in short breaths in spite of his attempts to remain calm. His throat felt full and dry as he marveled at the sensuous care she had taken with every detail of the evening. He couldn't help comparing the exciting sensual atmosphere to the 'taken for granted' atmosphere that would greet him when he arrived home after this business trip. His finger lay along the moist split between her legs and he explored lightly and decided that only the panel of her panties separated him from the tender flesh of her secret place. Eagerly her pressed comfortably against her warmth and took another bite of the rich deeply seasoned lamb. "Delicious! You're a great cook!" "I know." She whispered, then squeezed his hand by closing her legs around him. She giggled, "I know!" Steve was never quite sure when she was twisting his tail. But he was more than aware of the pleasure of her hand pushing his briefs all the way down his shaft so her hand covered it. Her fingertips pointed to his balls and her palm cuddled against the sensitive head of his penis. They ate in silence, sipping from the wine with deep looks at each other. The music in the background was in keeping with the sumptuous meal. It wasn't exactly his taste, but in the subdued flickering candlelight, the classical sound added to the sexual tension. His music might have been a distraction, he admitted to himself. What is the music?" he asked. "Mozart. What else for an 18th century of debauchery?" she said. They laughed together. "Right." He said. "No Al Stewart stuff?" "No." "Well, this is kinda nice too," he said. She looked down at her plate, smiled and squeezed his penis playfully. "Careful." He murmured, pressing his fingers urgently against her pussy. "OK," she giggled, looking at him as she turned a morsel of lamb between her bright red lips. She held it sexily between her lips and made little kissing movements of her lips, squeezing his cock head in time with her lips, then sucked the lamb inside with a quiet 'pop' of her lips. Steve tried to relax, trying desperately not to cum in her hand, after the long journey to this evening. "Ready for desert?" she said, taking his plate and stacking it on her own. "Sounds good! What are we having?" "Strawberries and ME." she whispered loudly into his ear, her breath, warm and sweet making the hair stand up on the back of his neck. Steve trapped her cheeks between his neck and shoulder for a moment, and she kissed his neck just under his ear. He felt her tongue slip out to touch his earlobe. When she lifted up her plate and got up to go to the kitchen, a folded piece of paper was left in its place. Steve stared after her quizzically. He listened to dishes clinked into the sink and the sound of something being whipped in a bowl. Curiosity getting the best of him, he picked up the folded paper. "The guest's desert will be served UNDER the table, patience may be required. –Kisses, Your Hostess" Was all it said Not being much at figuring out riddles, he was puzzled. Engineers are not trained in people riddles, only mechanical ones. At last a light went on. "Could she mean .. .. ..?" he mused. It seemed unlikely, but he felt he would be better to a look like a fool taking a chance than like a fool sitting stupidly on the sidelines. Sliding down, he bumped his head and then managed to find a way to crouch under the table – and be patient. He felt silly. But he decided to wait it out, sure that he was going to be thought foolish sitting here in the dark under the long drape of the white tablecloth. He heard her approach, slim high heels clicking on the hardwood floor and then more quietly when she stepped onto the carpet. He could see her shoes and her trim ankles under black nylon. He had not noticed the ankle bracelet before, but now the gold chain on her right ankle glittered an invitation. Jackie put down the deserts, both of them at her own place and angled her legs under the table, the blue dress parting high up between her thighs. Steve could smell the scent of her perfume as the beautiful nyloned legs swung in front of his eyes. He waited, staring up between her thighs at the taut panel of the red panties. His mouth was dry in anticipation and his cock was standing out from his unzipped pants. Slowly he watched as the ankle with the bracelet swung toward him in a searching probe until it found his thigh and then followed it to his cock. Her toes curled over the top of his jutting cock head. The sheer toes of her stockings partially obscured the delicate lines between her long toes. He turned back to see her part her legs for him. He leaned forward, sensing the warmth of her thighs as he eagerly kissed the top of her stocking. He bumped his head on the table and heard her giggle. He laughed at himself. "Damn, that hurt!" She giggled more. "Don't want dessert, then?" she said. "Yes, I do!" he said, kissing again and admiring the glow of her thighs warm around his head, and the firm panty covered mound that looked so delectable ahead of him. Her pantyhose had no crotch and her red panties looked invitingly available to him. She must have put some of her perfume on her pussy, the scent combined with the deeply feminine scent of her body, was exhilarating. He pressed his lips against he nylon panel and felt her thighs on both of his cheeks. He felt wonderfully surrounded my nylon covered feminine softness. Slowly he savored the feelings, pressing h is lips against Jackie's soft femininity. He was prideful that her panties were soaked with her juices and he flicked his tongue out to taste her for the first time. "Mmmmmm, " he muttered, and felt her fingers reach between them and pull her panties aside. Steve inhaled the strong scent of perfume and her own passion-laced scent and brushed his lips against the dark hair of her pussy. He flicked his tongue out and touched wet, soft, silky lips. He stopped and enjoyed the light touch of his tongue between the moist lips of Jackie's delicate flower of a pussy. She was very moist. Steve's tongue searched and probed her slit from deep below the entry to her vagina along the widespread lips. His tongue wandering from one lip to the other and then lingered in the wettest and most secret centerline of the pink valley, almost glowing between her inner lips. Carefully, he tasted the tiny inner lips and then sucked gently on the large outer lips of her luxurious pussy. He grazed contentedly, tasting the morsel of her pussy. His lips and his cheeks grew soaked with her juices and he found himself delving deeper for more of the sweet nectar of he body. His tongue lanced into her vagina and he smiled when she trembled slightly. "Ohhhh!" he heard her say above him. She scooted forward on her chair and pressed herself onto his tongue and he once again bumped his head noisily. "Ohhhh!" she said apologetically. But Steve continued contentedly licking and moaning between her legs. Jackie sat happily eating the succulent strawberries mixed into freshly whipped cream in the tall frappe' glass. As his tongue slipped into her tingling vagina, she scooped a finger full of cream and placed a slice of strawberry mouth in the cream. Pulling back the tablecloth, she slipped the finger down the center of her body, offering it to him. She felt him take the cream and berry into his warm mouth and suck on her long finger. Slowly she withdrew the finger and felt his mouth return to teasing her clitoris. "Ohhh, yes! …." she said, as he nibbled her clitoris, "oh, .. .. oh … yes, Steve." She spread her legs wider for him, taking her foot away from fondling his dick and instead letting him pleasure her. His tongue and lips filled her pussy with long lingering, tingling sensations that were beginning to make her tummy tense with pleasure. She offered another large dab of cream and berries. But this time she didn't feel his mouth, instead the cream disappeared. She felt the distinct cold sensation on the tip of her mound. She fed him more and felt another bit of cream dribble down her pussy lips. And then his tongue began lapping the cream and berries from her spread pussy. His tongue chased strawberry bits across the wide valley between her lips, then circled her clitoris in search of the flavor of the cream. His tongue moved quickly down her slit to keep it from dripping on her dress, and pressed deep into the crease of her bottom to catch even the last drop. Jackie pulled his head deep into her open legs and pressed him deep between her lips. His tongue slipped into her vagina and she moaned loudly with pleasure. She was no longer bothered by the mustache, it was now as sodden as the hair of her pussy, there was no sensation of bristles. She could ignore it for now. The sensation of being licked deep, ,,,,,,,,,, deeply, …. with an eager tongue and the sensation of being sucked, those sensations now filled her entire center. Her nipples bristled in happy good cheer of her pleasure. Jackie lolled her head against the high back of her chair and pressed herself into his mouth. She closed her eyes and let the light, shuddering, trembling orgasm flood over her body. Slowly, very slowly, she came down from the high and pushed his face away from her, patting his cheek, now wet with her juices. "Come. It's time for watching the Ball descend in Times Square. Did you enjoy your dessert as much as I did?" Steve stood up and leaned back, hands on his hips, straightening his back out of the cramped position he had held for nearly an hour. His face broke into a broad grin. "Yes. Yes, .. .. dessert was unforgettable. You are a fabulous cook, Jackie, my beauty." "God, you always talk too much, you know!" she laughed. "I don't have to be told such things. A simple 'yes, very good! Yum, yum,yum!' Is all I wanted to hear!" Shaking her head and smiling, she took his finger and tugged him toward the living room. "Aren't we two weeks late for the ball dropping?" he said, his logical side springing, as ever, to the front of the line in his conversation. "Don't spoil the moment!" she cautioned. She pushed a button on the recorder and joined him on the deep soft couch facing the large screen projection TV. The Christmas tree was gone, but she had left the other Christmas decorations unchanged. A long pile white rug spanned the couch; a round glass table full of large books and magazines sat atop it. New Years Eve Revisited Steve looked at the lovely swell of her breasts as she fussed with the books momentarily and then sat beside him on the couch. She put one leg under her on the couch, pressed her breast against his arm and nodded toward the cheering crowd. "What were you saying?" she giggled. "I have nothing to say." He laughed, and stared at the TV. Steve slipped his hand back where it had been at table, deep between her warm thighs. Jackie slipped her hand into his pants once again and enclosed his cock. She felt it return to its rigid state under her hand. "Mmmmmm, I like this!" she whispered into his ear. Steve pushed his hand into the wraparound section of her dress and found her breast, full and round. The uplifting support of a bright red garment extended down her body; he could not tell how far. All he knew was that it was thrilling beyond belief to cup her breast and feel the sensual silkiness and boned structure that presented such round glory for his eyes and hands. He leaned over to kiss the pink curve of her breast and she pressed his cheek against it. "9 .. 8 .. 7 .. 6 .. 5 .. 4 .. 3 .. 2 ..! .. HAPPY NEW YEAR!" The announcer shouted and the rockets flared, the lights flashed all the people were shouting and kissing, and there on the couch in West Michigan, Jackie and Steve gave each other a belated New Year's kiss that was deep and moist and warm and eager. They gnawed at each other's lips. Jackie tasted her own juices in his ugly damp mustache and he felt the thrill of sucking on her tongue while she squirreled it back and forth in his mouth. His hands were squeezing her pussy and her right breast and Jackie squeezed his cock and balls with both hands. Reluctantly, they turned and watched as the fireworks died down and people began to turn away from Times Square. She left It on behind them as she lead him up the stairs. Steve put both hands on her hips and watched the lovely sway of her bottom under the blue dress. The slim ankles in their black nylons teased him as she walked elegantly in her stiletto heels up the long stairs ahead of him. "I'm really proud to be here, having dinner with such a beautiful .. "he began. "Now don't start in again!" she laughed, you'll talk yourself out of a, .. .. well, .. out of .. something," her voice trailed off into a bantering laugh. At the doorway, she turned into his arms. "Ready?" she asked. "Oh, God, .. ..yes!" he said, the words catching with excitement. His hands found both breasts and he lifted them as they kissed; again her hands slipped into his pants and fondled his cock and his balls in the restraining briefs. Jackie walked backwards with him pressed against her thighs and breasts until she bumped the edge of the king-sized bed. "Wait," she said. She turned out the hall light and they were in total darkness. It was thrilling standing like that, seeing nothing, but feeling his hardness jutting against her stomach; against her firm mound pressed against his thigh as he pressed his leg between hers. "Oh, God, .. .. this is, .." he muttered and then stopped as her tongue slipped into his mouth once more. He put his hands on her bottom and began rubbing the dress as it slipped over her silky undergarments. Eagerly, he pulled the dress and the slip up over her bottom until at last he had her panties gloriously under his fingers. They thrust against each other, floating in the dark, feeling each other, .. .. .. .. … … feeling each other, .. … feeling, grasping, thrusting. "Moment!" she said against his mouth. He released her, letting her dress drop over her panties once again. She felt her way across the familiar room and then the darkness was gone. In its place the glow of a long white candle on a tall candleholder lighted the entire room. The candle sat before a tall mirror over her dresser. Their shadows stood still on the walls as he looked at the full curves of her breasts in the candlelight. She returned to the bed and turned down the large European-style quilted coverlet. The sheets were pale blue with a tiny flower pattern and there were several pillows across the top. "How does this come off?" "I thought you'd never ask," she replied, her voice more serious, huskier now. "Here, .. .. the hook?" she showed him where the dress overlapped and he reached inside and struggled a moment before finding the tiny hooks like the clasp of a bra. He loosed the hooks, and let his hands fondle the smooth curve of her waist before opening it wide, like the curtains of a theater. He took a deep breath as he looked at the bright red corselet and lower down, matching red panties over a firm and voluptuous mound that he had been feeling all evening. "There, that wasn't so hard,. .. .. " she inquired. She slipped the red half-slip down her legs and dropped it onto the stool in front of her dresser. She stood before him and smiled a gentle amused smile, as his eyes took in every curve, every detail. She felt a little apprehensive, her first time undressing before him. She brushed her hand over the valley between her breasts, even though she knew there were no blemishes to distract from the soft perfection. He lowered himself to his knees and kissed the firm mound and slipped his hands along the stockings, caressing the outside of her thighs while he nuzzled her perfumed pussy. His hands ran up and down her sleek thighs as she stood caressing the hair of his head, accepting his caresses. "My turn." Jackie tugged at the ugly tie and he helped her slip it loose. She unbuttoned his shirt and slipped her hands around behind his back pressing her breasts against his naked chest. They stood fondling each other for a time and then she pulled his shirt out of his pants and pushed it down over his shoulders. She fumbled with the cuff buttons until the shirt was lying on the floor. She nervously unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the top of his pants and stripped them down his legs. As she knelt before him, she kissed his bulging cock and then pulled the Blass briefs down his legs to reveal his firm cock jutting above his hairy balls. She cupped his balls, looked up at him and then slowly leaned forward without losing eye contact and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. The strong taste of him brought a shiver to her shoulders as she rolled her moist tongue over the head. Her lips settled into the groove behind his head and she waited, soaking his cock with a gentle sucking movement and watching his expression. "Ohh! .. .. "he gasped slightly feeling the delight of her hand on his balls and the lovely moist warmth of her mouth as her lips encircled the head of his dick. "You like that, baby?" she said, then slipped her lips over him again. " I've been wondering what this scar would feel like." She rolled her tongue around the groove at the back of the head where the scar of circumcision showed. "Oh, god, .. .. .. " he gasped again. He wasn't sure how much of that he could take following all of their foreplay during dinner. He held her hair for a moment of restraint. Jackie teased him with a playful frown at being stopped. She sat back on the bed and parted her legs. He continued his kisses and then reached for the top of her panties and began slipping them down over her hips. Jackie stopped him. "Please, leave them, .. .. for now .." she murmured. She slid back on the bed and lay with open thighs, beckoning him toward her. As Steve crawled up between her legs, she raised her knees and pulled him up over her. "This way," She reached between them and guided his cock until it lay long and hard along the slit of her pussy. The silk of her panties was pressed into her crease and she guided him to rock slightly along the softness of her pussy lips. The long hard cock cradled in silky softness. Her panties were soaking wet with her juices, but she knew it would still feel sensual against the underside of his cock. "Oh, that feels lovely. Your pussy is so soft!" he whispered in her ear. Jackie pulled her legs higher around him and felt his cock settling happily along the entire length of her pussy lips. "Mmmmmm, your cock, .. …. feels lovely, . .. too, .. there, …" she whispered in return. "It's so hard and, .. … so warm. Mmmmmmm" They moved against each other, making fucking motions, gently teasing each other, gently fondling each other in this primitive way. "Let me see them?" he muttered, and his hands tugged at the cups of the corselet. Jackie slipped first one and then the other breast out for him and then led his lips find them as she jutted them toward him. He leaned on his elbows so his hands could play with her tits and his cock continued to bask in the soft silken wetness between her legs. He could feel the garter snaps against his rib cage and it was a sexy feeling. "I can feel your penis getting harder; and .. longer" she gasped happily. "It's growing between my legs, Steve. That feels, .. .. so neat!" Oh god, that feels great when you move like that." Her breath came in short gasps as she felt his dick moving between the soft lips of her pussy. "Your breasts are so, . . . so lovely" he said, pausing for a moment before she pulled him back to suckle more on her turgid nipples. "Honey, that feels so good when you suck me. You are so good with my breasts! I love it! That's it, squeeze them, nibble my nipples!" she threw her arms over her head and stretched, thrusting her breasts into him for more attention. "I'd love to put my cock here!" he mumbled, taking his mouth away from her nipple and kissing down the soft valley where he had dreamed of putting his cock. "Hmmmm. That would be .. … nice!" she said, "but .. …. I can feel it getting bigger and bigger. I think It's going to be busy, .. .. someplace else." Jackie moved against his cock, loving the way he was rocking the length of it against her. She knew the combination of her pussy and the silky underwear against the sensitive underside of his cock was filling his cock with strength. It would soon be very, very hard and as long and full as it could become And then she was going to let this big threatening thing between her legs slip into her vagina. He would fill her completely and he would be so excited that he would fuck in and out of her and make her feel nearly split in two with his big hard cock. She tightened her legs around Steve and squeezed him more tightly against her lips. She wrapped her arms around his head and put her lips close to his ears. "I'm ready for that big cock of yours, baby. Please, .. .. .. please put it in me," she gasped. Steve knelt between her legs and yanked at the panties. "Tear them off, Steve, just tear them off." The elastic dug into her waist, resisted, and then yielded in his hands. She laughed as they caught on a buckle of her shoes and then he threw them against the wall. And they hung on the mirror, looking wanton. Jackie had carefully cut the crotch panel from the pantyhose in preparation for receiving him. Steve knelt threatening over her, his cock waving before him while he stared at the flower between her legs. Jackie reached down and spread her pussy lips and watched his eyes as they widened in excitement of seeing her glistening pussy, all pink and vulnerable for him. He lunged forward, then caught himself and rubbed the upturned head of his cock along the slit between her legs. She continued to hold it open for him as she watched the large dark red head mushroom its way along her wet slit. As it reached the top of the crease and touched her clitoris, she moaned softly, but she kept watching as she released her folds to caress his cock. He moved the head along her body once again, then paused near her entry. His eyes were wide as he looked into her eyes and lowered his body. She gasped as the bulbous head disappeared inside her body. Steve was looking deep in her eyes and she put her hands along his arms and smiled. She felt her muscle close around the corona behind his cock and nodded with pleasure and opened her eyes wide as she squeezed and watched the pleasure suffuse his face. "NOW, Steve! SHOVE IT IN!" she screamed. Steve fell onto her body and his cock slid inside her with one stroke. Jackie enjoyed the thrill of this first eager lunge. She felt the head of his cock slip into the snug sleeve of her pussy and begin its exploration of the moist inner walls of her body. She met his thrust with one of her own and then fell into an enthusiastic motion mirroring his thrusts. Slowly they found a common rhythm from the tentative moves of first time lovers. They were clumsy and bumped against each other at first, but then feeling the joy of their coupling inside the moist darkness of her clasping vagina they basked in pleasure. She watched as the perspiration of exertion sprang out on his smooth chest and felt his balls slapping between her legs, dangling from that huge thrusting cock that she was feeling for the first time. He lay firmly on top of her now, his hips thrusting easily, his cock comfortably exploring her walls, his breathing harsh in her ear. She felt his sweaty stomach against hers and the hair of her mound against his. And through it all, the firm sliding, filling of her vagina by that big round shaft. And then she felt his body tense. "Where do you want me to cum?" he urged. "Oh, shush, just give it to me! Give it all to me! Hurry! Steve! Fuck me!" Jackie rocked against his straining body, wanting to feel his sperm hot and creamy inside her body. She was thrilled that she had made him so excited that his cock was long and hard with excitement and his balls were straining to give her all that cream. And then she felt him cumming. Again and again he thrust, and then she felt him softening in her and slowly, the thick hot cream of his sperm began to slip from her. Steve rolled onto his side but she rolled with him; held him inside her for a while longer. At last his cock was too soft and too wilted to hold any longer and she giggled as it slipped from her grip. "What is so funny?" he demanded. "Just feels funny. You were so hard. Now you're so soft." He could only laugh a quiet laugh and then kiss her hair now as sweaty as his own and hug her close. He could feel the delightful softness of her breasts against his chest and he gathered one in his big hand, caressing and squeezing it with pleasure. The morning light filled the room. Jackie awoke to find Steve spooned against her bottom, his cock pressed in the crevice between her legs. "Mmmmmm, Steve! You've revived, I feel." "Mmmm, you're so right, little one." "How on earth can you call me that? I'm 5 feet six and your hands can tell that those hips don't belong to a 'little one'" she laughed. Steve slipped a hand around and cupped her breast. "When you're right you're right! Neither do these. God they are wonderful." He squeezed her breast and let his fingers slip down to pinch her nipple. "Youch! Careful, someone sucked that and made it tender last night," she said pretending pain. She turned in his arms and kissed his waiting lips. "Want to take these stockings off your wanton woman?" Jackie stretched one long leg upward, displaying her sexy black stockings. "Love to. Can I use my hands or bite them off?" Jackie stretched her legs for him to strip her nylons off and she watched as he did it slowly and sensuously, following his fingers with kisses along each leg and then nibbling at her toes. The pantyhose under her nylons were now shredded and looked obscene around her hips. She started to roll them hurriedly down her legs, but Steve caught her hands and stripped the tattered remains off her body. She rolled over sensually. "I don't let many people see me naked these days, but I'll make an exception today." She turned her back so he could unsnap the corselet. He began kissing and rubbing her breasts. "That feels so nice." She moaned quietly wriggling under his hands. His lips were soon nuzzling the hair on her mound and one finger had discovered that she was already a little moist. Jackie took his hand and sucked the finger. "We taste good, too!" Steve parted her legs and she let him do it, eyes closed in pleasure. "This has been a big mistake, Steve." She said quietly as his lips found her pussy once more. She moved her legs apart a little bit more and squirmed luxuriously under his caresses. "You think?" he said briefly and then slipped his tongue along her moist slit to find her clitoris. He lay between her legs and put his arms along her sides so his hands could tease her big breasts. "I think it's .. … …. " he slipped his tongue into her vagina and heard her moan, " .. .. wonderful." "Yes, .. .. .. now, .. yes, .. .. but .. ohhhh, god that's good! .. .. Mmmm squeeze my .. .. … yes, that's it ,,, … ohhh yes, Steve, .. more of that." Steve could taste his own cum mixed with the delicious taste of Jackie, but he ignored it. His mouth was wet with their combined juices. "So, .. .. why a mistake? He slipped up over her body, his cock firm between her legs. Jackie reached down to guide him between slightly sensitive pussy lips. She moved him along her slit, moistening it and pleasuring her clitoris. Steve held himself up from her body, letting her play with his expanding cock. Her grasp was tender and thrilling as he felt her nuzzling her slit with his cock head and then sliding it through the thickening pool of moistness to the depression around the entrance to her vagina. They shared a smile as she pulled his cock into her. The first inch she always savored and then allowed her thoughts to focus on the head as it traveled along, spreading the folds of her vagina. She could feel her lips tugging slightly around the round firm shaft until she had all of him. She raised her legs to get the final little bit and to help the angle fit him better and raised herself by clasping around his waist. "Mmm that feels, .. .. delightful." He murmured into her neck, inhaling more of her perfume as he began to fuck slowly into the delightful snug vagina. "Mmmm, yesssssss … ohhhh , yes. Your cock feels lovely. Nice and firm again. Mmmmmm. But, how are you going to go back to just fucking me over the internet? Ohhh, yes, Steve, shove it in. Ohh yes there. " Steve stroked slowly back and forth, luxuriating in the lovely slow early morning fuck that was feeling wonderful around his spent body. He thought of it while his head was buried alongside hers. "Shhhhh." He whispered in her ear, trying to hold back the discussion. "God, yes, that feels soooo … good. There, touch there again, .. .. .. mmm, oh yes, I love that. The head of your dick is touching a nice spot. Mmmmm. Anyway, how are you going to handle that? After this? Have you thought about it?" Their tempo began to build. Jackie knew he would be able to last much longer this morning than in their passion last night. She clung to his smooth body and concentrated on the thrusting presence in her pussy. Stretching, she impaled herself tighter onto him and tightened her muscle as he slowly withdrew. Steve felt her pressure around his shaft and it heightened his urgency. "Jackie?" "Yes?" "Would you let me?" "What?" she asked, not understanding. "You know, between your breasts?" She smiled and nodded slowly and she felt the long shaft slip out of her vagina, the head popping out as she tightened around it. Steve straddled her body and his cock hardened with excitement as he held her breasts and leaned forward to press between the big soft globes. Jackie watched his cock with interest. She liked the sight of his hard cock. It was nice to see it real and rampant over her breasts after weeks of seeing photos of it sent in emails. The hair surrounding it was dark and spread across his entire midsection in a large triangle. His balls were sizable and snugly held by a taut scrotum and she reached to hold them as he posed above her, his cock jutting proudly. New Years Eve Revisited His cock had a smooth velvety head and it was pink with excitement now. She noticed a small oval shaped brown beauty mark along the right side and thought about how deep that little spot was inside her vagina when he strained to get deeper into her. And behind the smooth head was the rough scars of circumcision that gave his cock the appearance of a jagged alpine mountain with its smooth mantle of snow capping high above the rocky escarpments. As he leaned down, she watched as the long cock nestled between her breasts. She pushed her breasts around him to form a soft place for his cock to fuck her for the second time. Steve was breathless again with excitement as he felt her soft breasts surround his cock. Her breasts felt so soft and so velvety the pleasure was overwhelming as he began thrusting gently against her. She struggled to tilt her head forward and greeted his cock head with a kiss and her tongue flicked out and tasted the pre-cum dribbling from the split at the top. "It will be a problem, going back to just e-mail sex, won't it?" She murmured. "For both of us, I mean. But my husband will be home tonight, and you are driving back to Deb later, .. .. .. .. " Her voice trailed off and she looked into his eyes. And kissed his cock as it reappeared from the tunnel of her breasts. 'Yes, " he agreed. His slow thrusting against her soft tits became a bit more hurried and she pressed him more tightly, the warm hardness thrilling her. Faster and faster his cock pressed between her welcoming breasts. She could do nothing to help except to wait. And soon it came. In a rush, his sperm shot out from the tip of his cock and she squealed with a startled voice as the first large dollop splashed across her lips. The second was less powerful and dribbled down her neck and the third less forceful yet, dropped onto her chest between her breasts as he lay exhausted on top of her. He rolled over and hugged her gratefully. She noticed that he didn't kiss her on the lips where his sperm had landed, but she flicked her tongue out to taste him and found it was a nice taste. She rubbed the rest into her skin and kissed him on the cheek. Jackie rescued the torn panties from the top of the mirror and pressed it between her legs as she walked toward the bathroom and the shower. Steve lay on the bed and watched the roll of her hips as the sunlight outlined her body in brightness. He looked at the point where it shown beneath her pussy where her legs came together. "Want a shower?" she smiled provocatively from the door and then slipped inside and he heard the shower door and then the running water. "Yes," he answered, knowing she could not hear. "Yes, it will be very difficult!" he sighed, stared at the ceiling a moment, then padded barefooted toward the steamy doorway.