1 comments/ 31951 views/ 1 favorites Painted Vulva By: peachtree1958 It was one of the biggest deals my firm had ever closed. We'd been working on this project for well over a year, putting in hundreds of hours on trying to get the largest consulting contract we'd ever had, one that would keep the ten consultants in my firm busy for almost three years. Even with all the other clients to deal with and, of course, trying to run a consulting business, I'd been virtually been living in Santa Fe for the past year as we completed a pilot project leading up to the big one. While there are worse places one could spend one's time than Santa Fe, my schedule had taken its toll on my 50 year-old body. I was ragged around the edges to say the least but, all in all, it was going to be worth it. Since my wife had died three years ago, I had poured everything into work, probably to keep from having to think about my personal situation. And I have to admit that while the professional part of my life was thriving, other parts were suffering somewhat. I'd pretty much abandoned my friends back home because of all the travel and I didn't have that many close relatives to have much of a relationship with. So, I had my work. One of the things that suffered this whole time was my sex life. Carol and I had been married for fifteen years and our sex seemed as new and adventurous to us at the end as it did in the beginning. Once she died, however, in an auto crash, my libido seemed to die at the same time. I pride myself in keeping in shape and a widowed man, fairly young and vigorous, seemed to draw women, so I had a few affairs along the way, mostly one time events, but in all of them, I seemed to be play-acting. I felt almost disembodied, like I was watching someone else have sex. Sure, most of the women were good, some even outstanding, and all of them were attractive. But, while this in the only place I can admit this, where I can shield my identity, sometimes I even had trouble performing. And often, when I did, as I said, it felt like going through the motions. After clinching the consulting job, I decided to stay over in Santa Fe to enjoy some of the things that I didn't take the time to enjoy over the last few months. It really is a lovely city, with terrific restaurants, interesting architecture, and a thriving art community. After a night of celebrating our win, all of my colleagues flew back to our home office to get to work. We'd rented two condos for the people traveling into Santa Fe and we were going to keep them over the next few years so I had a place to stay and hang out while I enjoyed the city. So, I slept late, or at least late for me - 8 AM, and then sauntered down to the little outdoor café to have breakfast. After consuming a decadent plate of huevos rancheros, I sat back to read the paper, have another cup of coffee and watch the people go by. For a guy that had been keyed up for the last few months, this mini-vacation was starting off well. I was almost in a reverie when the calm was broken when I heard a shout, "Bill Carpenter, you old rascal." I turned and saw an old friend of mine approaching. He was someone used to be a neighbor and our families had gotten fairly close, but over the last few years, since they'd moved, we had only kept in touch with the occasional phone call or letter. I stood and extended my hand, "Art, what a pleasure to see you here. How are you? It's been years since I've seen you." He smiled, "It was in 2000, the year we moved. That's almost five years. I was so sorry to hear about Linda. We didn't hear about it until a week or so after it happened and we were devastated. She was such a great lady." "Sit down for a bit, Art. Yeah, she was and I appreciate the note from you and Jean. She was a special lady and I miss her every day. So, how's the construction business? Still building huge shopping malls?" "Yeah, still grinding away. That's the reason I'm out here. We're going to bid on project on the edge of town. We have so much going on I'm not sure we even want it, to tell you the truth," he said with a laugh. "I know you Art. You'll do it. So, how are the kids? God, it's been ages. What are they doing now? As I remember Robert was into sports in a big way and Kim was into music. So is Robert the star quarterback and Kim a concert pianist by now?" Again, Art laughed, "we do need to catch up. Robert is in the 11th grade and, in fact, he is the quarterback on his high school football team. And Kim is 18, and is going to be going to Duke this fall. As a matter of fact, she's out here with me. She loves to travel and she has a couple of weeks off. I have an idea. Why don't we get together for dinner tonight? She'd love to see you and it will be good for us all to catch up. Deal?" We shook hands and agreed to meet in the lobby bar at 7 for a drink and to figure out where we would have dinner. Even though there was no conscious reason I did it, that evening, before going out, I spent extra time in grooming and dressing. After my shower, I stood before the mirror before getting dressed. "Not bad for an old man," I mused as I looked at my naked body. I am 6 feet tall and weigh the same thing I did in college, 175. Even though the skin was a tad looser than it was when I was younger, I was still in good shape, with broad shoulders and a flat stomach, and I have to admit, buttocks that were still firm for my age. I noted a few gray hairs among those that covered my torso and groin but for the most part, they were dark brown. I noted my cock in the mirror and reached down to hold it. "I haven't given you enough exercise in the last few years, have I old boy?" I said with a smile. "Maybe we can change that at some point." I stroked it a couple of times and was pleased to feel the tension building and I noted how the skin pulled back over the head. I turned vainly to see my cock standing out a bit from my body and I knew that with a little more manipulation, I could have it rising and becoming rigid. So, that's what I did. I leaned over and let some saliva dribble from my lips dropping to the head. I moved it around and felt the length of my cock becoming engorged with blood and my balls tightening. I reached down to feel the sac holding them and I rolled them around in my hand. With the other hand I moved the lubricant over the head and down the shaft. I turned to look it the mirror and I was pleased to note that my cock was now fully erect and it curved, almost like a banana, but from base to tip, I estimated it to be in the 7" range. "Guess I'd better get moving, boy," I said smilingly. "I might be able to give you some more attention later but now I'm running late." The truth of the matter is that I had always enjoyed being sexually excited and I didn't want to lose that feeling too quickly. Even though the last few years had not been the greatest sexually, I still loved to be conscious of my cock. By conscious I mean feeling it move in my trousers as I walked for example, or when I'm sitting, looking down to see it outlined against my leg. I don't necessarily mean that I walked around with a hard dick, but I did like it when I thought about sex and was aware of my cock - when I could feel the head swelling for example and the sac tightening as my balls swelled. I liked it when I saw an attractive woman and felt my cock twitch, wanting to escape my trousers and come into contact with flesh. I hadn't had that feeling enough in the last few years. That's something I would have to work on. I went down to the lobby and spotted Art nursing a drink. "Did Kim decide she has something better to do than have dinner with two old guys? Smart girl." Art laughs, "no, as usual she's just running late. She remembers you very well and is looking forward to seeing you." I ordered a drink and Art and chatted for a bit before he signaled across the lobby. I turned and saw Kim or someone I assumed was Kim coming towards the table. This couldn't be the same girl I knew a few years ago. This young lady was stunningly beautiful. She was dressed simply but very attractively and she needed no makeup. She was probably 5'7", slim, with dark brown hair, blue eyes and a flawless complexion. Needless to say from that description before she even got to the table, this was a very striking girl. She reached out her hand, "Mr. Carpenter, it is so nice to see you." I leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Kim, it's great to see you too. Your father didn't tell me that you would be the prettiest girl in Santa Fe." She blushed, "that is so nice of you to say, Mr. Carpenter. I don't believe you've changed a bit since the last time I saw you. That must have been when I was 13 or 14. I still remember you hanging out with my dad and helping me with my homework. Do you remember the treehouse you helped me build? My dad is a big time contractor and you had to be the one that taught me how to drive a nail. I bet that treehouse is still standing." "Sure I remember Kim, and by the way, call me Bill. And I also remember babysitting for you when you were a kid. You were the biggest tomboy I'd ever seen. I can remember you coming over dressed in your jeans, wanting to go hiking, or play football, or build something. But most of all, I remember that when you got through with all that, you'd come in a play the most beautiful music on the piano. Do you still play Kim?" She smiled, revealing beautiful white teeth, "yeah, didn't Dad tell you? I got a music scholarship to Duke. I start in the fall and I'm so excited." "I can't wait to catch up on what all of you have been doing the last few years. Let's go to dinner and talk." The concierge referred us to one of the terrific restaurants in the area that serves southwestern cuisine. During dinner, we had a great time talking about being neighbors and close friends over the years. They were a great family and I regretted not keeping in touch as much as I should have. As we'd ordered coffee and dessert I asked Kim what she'd planned to do over the next few days in Santa Fe. "Other than sleep, you mean? I do intend to catch up on that. But, I also want to see some of the area; I've never really spent any time out here. And I want to do some shopping of course. And maybe go to some of the museums and galleries they have in the area also. So, how about you? What are you going to be doing the next few days?" "Other than shopping, pretty much the same thing. I've spent a lot of time in the Southwest, but most of it has been on business so this time, I want to get in some sightseeing. Otherwise, I want to try some good restaurants, maybe have a massage or two, lie by the pool and read, and also go to some galleries and museums. They have some great ones in the area." "That sounds great. Maybe I'll see you at the pool. I intend to get a little sun and also catch up on reading things I want to read for a change instead of things I have to read for class." We made our way back to the hotel and wished each other a good night, and promised to get together the following night for a drink. After a great night's sleep and a workout in the morning, I went down to the pool with a book. I spread out on a lounge and pulled off my shirt to get some sun and had just settled in reading when I heard a soft voice. "Hi, Mr. Car...er, Bill. Do you mind if I sit next to you? What are you reading?" I looked up. Wow! Kim had on a tiny bikini that left virtually nothing to the imagination. Her body was magnificent. The bra barely covered big and very taut looking breasts. She must have been at least a C cup. The fabric of the bra began just above her very pert, erect-looking nipples. Another centimeter briefer and I could have at least seen her aureole. And the rest was just as nice. The little bikini bottom was the size of a ladies handkerchief and just did cover her crotch. Her legs were long and smooth and lovely, like the rest of her. "Hi, Kim, how are you today? I'd love for you to sit next to me. I'm reading a biography of Alfred Kinsey." I think I was blushing. She leaned over to adjust a towel in the chair and she had her bottom to me. The bikini bottom was almost, but "Kinsey? Is that the guy that did all the sex research? The one that said it was okay for girls to masturbate?" She giggled as she was saying this, knowing that it was making me uncomfortable. I squirmed and smiled, "I guess he did. At least he said that most girls, and even more boys, were doing it so I guess that makes it okay. I'm surprised you've even heard about him. Most of his work was published a long time ago." "You may be surprised what girls talk about when they get together. Everything thinks that boys think about sex and talk about it all the time but girls are probably just as bad, or maybe even worse. We used to look up his stuff on the web and send emails to each other about some of the most outrageous kinds of sex he talked about. Teenage girls can get totally fixated on sex. Didn't Kinsey say that females are at least as interested in sex as males?" I decided to steer the conversation to something else. "Last night was terrific. It was wonderful, catching up on what you and your family has been doing over the last few years. You have a great family you know." "Yeah I know. And it was great having dinner with you too. I loved Mrs. Carpenter. That must be so hard for you." I looked at her. "It's a little better now. But I have to admit I thought for a long time I'd never be able to get over it. So, let's talk about something else. What are you going to do today?" "Well, I'd like to see some of the area but my Dad's working and I'm still too young to rent a car. So, I guess I'll just do some shopping or something. How about you?" I replied, "I don't know, maybe walk around town some. I want to see the area at some point too." She looked at me with a smile, "I have an idea. Let's go out together. We can either have lunch or maybe go somewhere. Dad will be working all day and I don't know anyone else here." While I wondered initially at the propriety of a 50 year old man going out with a 19 year old girl, I figured that we were both adults and after all, we'll just going to be out in public. So, I told her I'd get a car and we could drive around for the afternoon, to see what New Mexico had to offer. We rode around the rest of the afternoon, stopping when the mood struck us. This was really a pretty part of the country and Kim was a delightful companion. She had a great sense of humor and is curious about so many things. She kept returning to the subject of Alfred Kinsey and she probed me on his findings about sex, and about mine. I kept trying to change the subject but she was pretty persistent. I have to admit that I was attracted to her. She's worn shorts and a halter-top. Her legs were very shapely and smooth. The halter-top emphasized her beautiful breasts and when she leaned over I noted the fullness of her rounded curves. Her nipples were just faintly noticeable and I could imagine how they would feel beneath my fingers - or between my lips. Whenever we walked around, she kept leaning into me so I could fee her tits pressing against my arm. I'm sure she noticed that half the time, I had an erection or at least a partial one. In the middle of the afternoon, after we'd been walking around some local shops, we got back in the rental car - I'd rented a convertible for the day - and I noticed that her fair skin was getting slightly pink. "Kim, you'd better be careful or you'll get sunburned. Do you have on sunscreen?" She replied, "no, do you think I need some. Darn! My skin is so white. Wait I think I may have some with me." She looked in her purse and pulled out a tube. As we drove, she applied it to her face, neck, frontal torso and legs. She then asked me, "would you mind putting some on my back, Bill? It's hard for me to reach it in the car." So I pulled over beside the road which was pretty secluded. She turned so her back was to me, and I squirted some sunscreen on my palm and rubbed my hand together to warm it up. I began at her shoulders and rubbed it on her neck as I lifted her hair. There is something erotic to me about a woman's neck, particularly when it is exposed after raising her hair. I massaged it in and moved to her shoulders. She arched her back and moaned, "Bill, that feels good. You have nice strong hands. It feels like you're giving me a massage." "Thanks," I mumbled, continuing to apply the lotion. It was good that her back was turned because otherwise she probably could see that I was somewhat flushed because of the sexual tension that I felt at least, not to say that she could probably also see the tent in my crotch from an erection. Her skin was smooth and tight. I applied the sunscreen over the straps on her top and down her back. When I looked down, I could see the waistband of her panties slightly above the top of her shorts. I knew she had on a thong. I rubbed down to the top of her panties. I figured I'd better stop when she said, in a somewhat husky voice, "Rub some under the strap of my top please. I want to make sure I don't get burned anywhere. Hang on a sec." She reached around and untied the bow in the back and the straps fell away. She pressed the front to her breasts so it wouldn't fall away. Dutifully, I applied more sunscreen to the area that had been exposed. I hoped she couldn't tell that my breathing had accelerated but in actuality, I thought I could hear her also. She was almost moaning. She then lifted one arm. "Put some on my sides please, Bill. I want to make sure everything is covered." My fingers moved to her side and I gently rubbed the lotion into her skin. Her skin was so soft and smooth it was like rubbing my hands over fine silk. Now she was moaning softly, almost purring. As I moved nearer her breast, she flinched and quickly I moved away. But, she reached around and held my hand. She said, in a husky voice, "no, don't stop." And then she let the top fall away. She had her back turned so I couldn't see her breasts but she reached around and took my hand and moved it to them. I weakly tried to resist but as soon as I felt the soft yielding flesh, I couldn't. I gave up all pretense of applying lotion as my hand cupped her breast. I kneaded it. Then I reached around with the other to cup her other breast in my hand. God, they felt so good, big and smooth, firm and soft at the same time. Her nipples were so hard that they felt as if they scraped the palms of my hand. She leaned back now into me now, with her head pressed against my face. I could look over her shoulder and see the big globes of flesh in my fingers. She was audibly moaning now. "Ah, Bill, God, that feels so good. Do you like my tits Bill?" She put her hands over mine and pressed them into her softness. And then she pulled one hand down moving over her stomach towards her groin. I pulled away. "Kim, we can't do this. I'm old enough to be your father, almost your grandfather. This isn't right." She turned to face me and for the first time, I saw her naked breasts. They well very well-shaped and full. Her aureoles were dark reddish-brown and her nipples were hard, sticking out like pencil erasers. I wanted to lift them and put them to my lips and suck her like a baby. "Bill, I'm a grown woman. I'm old enough to know what I want." She leaned in to kiss me but I pulled away. "Kim, I think we should go now." We drove back to the hotel in silence. I was mortified that I'd taken advantage of a young girl, one that I saw as a child running around in the backyard. Since Linda and I could never have kids, I had always looked at several children in the neighborhood almost as my kids so it Kim almost seemed like my daughter. At the same time, she was a very sexy girl and she seemed really mature for her age. What I wanted to do was take her back to the hotel, pull off her clothes and fuck the hell out of her. But, I couldn't help feeling that I was taking advantage of her. Painted Vulva Just as we were about to arrive, she finally spoke. "Bill, can I ask you something?" I turned to her, "sure Kim, you can ask me anything." She looked at me with a puzzled expression, "did you stop back there because you wanted to or because you thought that it wasn't right for an older man to be doing that with a much younger girl?" "Kim, believe me, you are an extremely attractive and desirable woman. And, I'd be lying if I told you that I didn't enjoy it and want to do more. So, I didn't stop because I wanted to Kim. I stopped because...well, because...it just seemed wrong at the time. I kept thinking of what your father would say." She smiled, "Bill, that's the answer I wanted. And, just don't think of what my father might say. I'm a grown woman now. With grown-up needs and desires." We left it at that and made plans for dinner again in the evening with her father. When we met, it was like nothing had ever happened between us. There was a part of me that was glad but a bigger part that regretted what I'd done. I couldn't get the thought of those beautiful breasts out of my mind. After I'd gotten back to the room, I was able to stroke my cock and relive the moments when I held those big orbs in my hands and felt her nipples harden between my fingers. During the meal, when Kim went to the bathroom, Art said that he had something he wanted to talk to me about. "Bill, I have to leave tomorrow to go back east. It is a little bit sudden; we'd planned to stay until the weekend. And I'm having a hard time talking Kim into going with me. She wants to stay out here a few more days. So, Bill, I have a favor to ask of you. Could you kinda look Kim for a few days? She's pretty self-sufficient so I don't think she'll be a bother, but if you'd rather not, just say so. I'll understand and we'll forget about it and act like I never brought it up." I stammered a bit. "Art, I'd be glad to but I'm not sure Kim wants to be looked after by a 50 year old man. We had a nice time today but I'm sure that's not her idea of a dream vacation - to hang out with an older man." Art smiled, "you wouldn't think so would you? Actually it was Kim's idea when I told her later. She insisted on staying and said she enjoyed being with you and didn't mind at all if you kept tabs on her for the next few days. I can assure you she won't be a problem. She's really a good girl. Thanks, Bill, I really do appreciate it. I didn't want to disappoint Kim by having her leave early and this is a perfect solution." When Kim came back to the table and Art told her about our discussion, she smiled demurely at me, and told me how much she'd like that. So, we made plans for the next day. We agreed that she'd go shopping while I finished up some work and then we'd meet late in the day. The next morning I called a friend of mine to get some suggestions for galleries and museums that we could go to. I knew that Kim was interested in Art and I thought this would be a thing she'd enjoy a great deal. He indicated that we were in luck. He could arrange for us to have a private showing in the Georgia Okeeffe museum in town. I had long enjoyed her work, particularly the horticultural paintings, so I jumped at the chance. I know this could possibly sound like I'm a cultural philistine but one of the reasons I liked them is that many of her flowers are so evocative of the female vulva. I had seen several of them before and it such a strong similarity to me that I would almost get an erection when I looked at it and studied it. I called Kim to see if she was interested and she said she was. So we arranged to meet to go to the museum and then have a late dinner. Over the last few hours I'd thought over what Kim said earlier, about being mature enough to know what she wanted. Even though I knew my cock was doing most of the thinking for me, I decided that if she expressed any more interest at all in having sex, I'd pursue it. I picked Kim up in the lobby of the hotel early evening. As we drove to the museum we talked about art. Kim wasn't that familiar with Georgia Okeeffe. I didn't want to tip her off too much to my views so I was somewhat general in the descriptions of her work. I wanted her to discover things for herself. So, as we went through the museum, which was deserted except for the party of 15 or so people in the private group, Kim and I talked about what we were seeing. In somewhat of a gross generalization, Okeeffe's work can be grouped in three broad categories - eerie depictions of bleached out animal bones; stark, barren landscapes; and florals. While I liked them all, I was most interested in the florals. I was interested in seeing Kim's reactions. We'd browsed the museum for thirty or so minutes when we got to the floral section. What was interesting about the first one we looked at was its detail. It was a bold, close-up depiction, almost like were using a telephoto lens. I don't know if it was intentional on O'Keeffe's part or not but, to me, most of her paintings of flowers evoked the female sex organ. For example the outer and inner petals of the first one we looked at obviously looked like labia, the foliage around it which evoked pubic hair, and a stamen (I think that's what it's called) reminded one strongly of a clitoris. Additionally, the colors were combinations of lavender, tan, and blushing pink, with purplish-red streaks running through. It actually reminded one of a pussy that had gotten inflamed with passion. A few of them had drops of dew, that obviously could be compared to the lubrication of an aroused vagina. Kim and I stood there for a moment, just staring. Then we moved on to the next but Kim stopped me and asked if we could go back to the first one. So we did and moved closer to see it better. "Kim, do you like this one?" She replied, "yes, I love it, particularly the colors. And the rounded form and curves and crevasses are interesting." I inquired, "does it remind you of anything?" She looked at me and I think she was blushing. "Yes it does. It...you may think this is crazy...but it reminds me of a vagina." I smiled, "I don't think you're crazy at all. Lots of people have said that Okeeffe's florals are erotic. What specifically do you see?" "Well, the petals, the way they're rounded, remind me of the space between the leg and the vagina. And then the folds in the petals are like the fleshy part of the outer vaginal lips. And then the way the flower creases looks like the rounded part between the inner lips and the er...hole. And it's all so smooth and soft looking. The colors look like inflamed flesh and veins. With the colors and the drops of dew, it all looks moist, like it is excited. And as you look at the whole thing, it draws you in, just like a vagina wants to draw things inside, to engulf it. It looks caressable and inviting, like it should be licked. " I could feel the tension in my cock and balls as she was saying all this. She had perfectly captured what I saw earlier. I knew then that Kim was not only smart and artistic but also very, very sexual. I looked at her and now I was probably the one blushing. I replied huskily, "I agree with you. I think it must have been intentional on her part even though she never admitted it, at least as far as I know. Let's see the rest." As we proceeded to see the rest of the work, Kim took my arm. I could feel her soft breasts as pressed them to me. She held my hand and it brushed against her lower stomach, just above her groin. Each time we stopped she continued holding my arm and a few times, moved her body so I could feel both of her tits on my arm. Her hand was clammy and she kept rubbing my palms with her hands. For some reason I've always found that to be incredibly sexual. As we continued on the tour, seeing more the paintings of that floral oeuvre, we continued to talk about how erotic they were. I spoke about how delicate and vulnerable the flowers looked, like they should be petted; how vulnerable they appeared. Kim talked about the colors and how some looked like a vagina that was not in a state of excitement while others looked like it was highly aroused. As we were viewing one, Kim whispered, "Bill, look at this one. This looks like a clit. No, actually it looks like a little cock, and see, it's all moist with precum. It actually has the little hole in the end. Bill, it makes me want to touch it or lick it." Of course, I was fully excited at this point and had taken off my sportcoat and had it draped in front of me so my hardon wouldn't be so evident. But of course Kim knew, because she brushed her hand across it a few times and looked at me with a smile when she did so. "Kim, this one is just beginning to blossom. It reminds me of a pussy, and how it spreads like it is blooming when a girl gets excited, how the little droplets of water bead on her inner lips. I don't know how many vaginas you've seen up close Kim but when inflamed with passion, it became a little darker in color, and the clit begins to peek out from under the hood." Kim pressed my hand down further to the V between her legs. She rubbed it around a bit. "I know Bill, just like my vagina right now. We have to get out of here." We split off from the group. Because so few people were there, there were nooks and crannies everywhere that one could go and be totally private. So, I pulled her into a couple of those and kissed her deeply and massaged her breasts and buttocks. She held my cock and caressed it, running her fingers from my balls to the head. We had to soon get some relief. We were comfortably away from our small party, when I espied a bathroom. I knew that it would be deserted so I took her hand and pulled her in the door. She didn't resist. It was easy from there to pull her pants and panties down her legs. She stepped out with one leg but her clothes were gathered around her other ankle. I did the same thing, slipping off my trousers and underwear around my ankles. I turned her away and leaned her over so her hands were resting on a sink. I kept talking to her, telling her that her cunt was swelling and opening like those flowers. My hands held her ass and pulled the buttocks apart. Further, I put my fingers on her pussy and it was steamy. She bent over and spread her legs as my fingers opened her cunt and massaged it, feeling the fluids coat my fingers. In the meantime, her hands were stroking my cock, pulling and tugging it. As I felt her warm pussy, I wondered if she was a virgin. Her pussy was streaming cunt juice and she moaned as I rubbed down her slit and massaged her clit. She guided my cock to her pussy. "Fuck me, Bill. Make me cum. Fuck me, please." She held my cock as it sunk into her pussy. She pushed back to take it deeper and I began a rhythmic fucking, all the time telling her how good her pussy felt. I looked down to see my cock slick with her juices. I reached around to fondle her tits as I drove into her harder. "Fuck me hard, fuck my cunt hard. HARDER." I was afraid someone would hear her yells but I didn't care at this point. My thrusts got harder, almost lifting her off her feet, with loud slapping sounds as my groin hit her quivering, quaking ass. Now with short, hard strokes, I exhorted her to cum with me and we exploded and I spurted semen inside her pussy. After a few final long strokes, I pressed to her, with my cock buried inside her still-spasming pussy. I told her that I wanted her to leave her panties off and put them in her handbag...that I wanted my cum draining from her hot pussy the rest of the tour. We cleaned up a bit and re-joined the group, but in a few minutes we excused ourselves and slipped out. On the way to the car, we stopped to kiss and fondle each other more and I knew that we were going to have to get to a place to be alone soon or we'd be fucking in the parking lot. On the way back to the hotel, at first we just talked about how this had all happened. I guess I was feeling guilty taking advantage of her. She quickly reminded me that if anything she was taking advantage of me. She told me that she'd only had sex with one other guy, a former boyfriend and then only a few times. But she said that she'd always been very interested in sex and had actually thought about this the first night we met. And that she was glad it happened. "Bill, I can still feel your big cock inside me while we were in the bathroom. I want it more. I want to spend the night with you tonight." We quickly parked the car and went to my room. As soon as we entered the door, we were ripping each other clothes off. For the first time, I looked at Kim's nude body. She was so lovely. Her skin was alabaster, smooth and soft. She looked small and vulnerable as she stood in front of me nude. But I only had a second to look at her before she melted into my arms. We groped and caressed, our need overriding my desire to take it slow and savor it. I maneuvered her over to the bed and she sat down on it, with her face level with my fully erect cock. She held it, with one hand on my balls and the other rolling over the head. I held the back of her head as I felt her lips kissing the tip of my dick and her tongue flicking out to probe the end, sucking up the precum. She then opened her mouth and put the head inside, then withdrawing it a bit, leaving saliva on the head. She spread that around with her hand until the top half of my cock was well-lubricated. I watched as my cock slid again into her mouth and she began to fuck my cock deeper inside her mouth. I knew that soon I would be cumming and I wanted to wait, so I pulled her to her feet, as she protested. When she was standing, I reached down to lift one of her tits to my mouth, taking her big nipples between my lips. It grew and became harder as it entered my mouth. It must have been 1/2 inch long. I moved from one to the other sucking them in. As I was doing so, Kim had reached down to caress my cock that was nestled against her crotch. She moaned, "Oh, Bill, your..." she paused, trying to make up her mind "....your prick is so big and thick. It feels so hard. I want to feel it and ......and....fuck it." Reluctantly moving from her hands, I whispered, "a little later, Kim and I'll fuck the hell out of you. Right now, I want to taste your pussy." So putting her on the bed, I buried my face in her hairy mound. Her pubic hair was long and soft and smelled of soap and maybe shampoo. Her legs were splayed open and I could see her moist pussy a few inches from my eyes. I lowered to plant a kiss on her pussy lips. I opened the outer lips with my tongue, pushing each lip to the side so I could gaze into, and kiss the inner lips. I could faintly smell her desire. She was incredibly wet. "Oh Bill, what are you doing. No one has ever kissed me there. That drives me crazy." As she was doing all that questioning, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her crotch. I began to make long, show licks all up and down her pussy, beginning at the top and ending at her asshole. About the third lick, Kim began to buck. I began to focus on her clit, which was peeking out for its hood. I tongued it around and around. "Oh God, Bill, that is so good." She had a startled look in her eyes as if she couldn't believe the sensations. Her hips started to move in a fucking motion, faster and more insistently. "OH BILL, OH BILL, I CAN'T STAND IT, OH BILL, BILL, BILL." She held the back of my head and fucked my face, with my tongue leading the way. As her climax subsided, she then pushed my open mouth into her open pussy and just held me. I could feel the inner lips contracting with her orgasms. They finally subsided and her body relaxed. She sighed several times as I moved up her body. I gave her a deep kiss. She looked at me, with half closed eyes. "God, Bill, that was wonderful. I've never been so excited." She smiled. "I bet you just think I'm a slut." "I hope you are, Kim, because I need a hot little slut like you," I responded with a smile. As she smiled back, she reached to grab my still throbbing rod. "Oh Bill, you are so hard. I need to take care of you. Lie down," she commanded. I did as I was told. As I reclined, of course my dick stuck straight up into the air. Kim's silken hand caressed the length of my rod. "Oh Kim, that is wonderful. Feel it baby." Kim looked into my eyes, "Bill, I want to fuck you now. I need your big cock." She continued to caress me. One hand grabbed my balls and rolled them over and over. Kim's breathing was becoming labored again and I could tell she was getting really hot. "Bill, I need to feel you inside me first. I am so wet." With that, she straddled me and spread one leg to the side, with one knee on the bed. She never lost contact with my prick. She rubbed it between the lips of her pussy. I let her take the lead. She put about an inch into her. She continued to look into my eyes. I had never seen anyone look so innocent and so lustful at the same time. She began to ride my rod and it slowly began to sink further inside her. I couldn't control myself so I began to meet her thrust for thrust. Her pussy caressed my dick. She continued to look into my eyes. She fucked my for several minutes as my rod sank deeper and deeper. She was very but extremely well lubricated. When at last she finally sunk my rod all the way in, she gasped and her eyes widened. Her ass touched my legs and her pubic hair met mine. She kept moaning, "So wet and hard, oh, Bill so good." She began to ride me, pulling up several inches and seeming to get another grip on my cock and settling down again. I could hear the action, as the flesh of her pussy caressed the flesh of my cock, and the surrounding wetness her vagina walls made a sucking sound as she moved up and down and I met her thrust for thrust. "Kim, you are incredible. What a hot, beautiful woman, with such a hot, sexy pussy," I managed to get out between gasps. I had never been this turned on with pure lust. And, for someone who probably only had sex with a man a few times, she was extremely lustful herself. Her tits bobbled as she rode me. I reached up to caress them. He big nipples felt rough and insistent in my hand. Occasionally, I would cup her globes loosely so that her nipples would just graze the palms of my hand. We both began to fuck faster. "Oh, baby, fuck your hot Kim, fuck me Bill, fuck me good," Kim repeated. I love sex talk and I was delighted that she seemed to like it too. "I can feel your hot pussy caressing me, baby. So hot, wet, and ready. Fuck my hard dick, baby." I felt the folds of her pussy surrounding the head and shaft of my rod. I concentrated and felt her pussy lips clinging to my every thrust. This was wonderful fucking. Our bodies moved together, faster and harder. The strokes became longer and deeper. My dick felt like it was growing and stretching to fuck deeper into Kim. Her tits were bobbing and her hair fell around her face. Her eyes were half-open, staring at me. Her nostrils were flared and her breathing was heavy. I could see a sheen of sweat on her upper lip and on her tits. To me, there is nothing as sexy as a woman in heat. Kim may have been an inexperienced lover but the passion she displayed was remarkable. The way she locked into my eyes was perhaps the most erotic thing of all. With every thrust, she looked like she was trying to inject me with pleasure. I wanted to please this woman so badly and I could tell she felt the same way. She opened up her sex up to me entirely and welcomed me in the most intimate place that a woman possesses. Kim reached behind and grabbed my balls and rolled them in her hand. That made me even hotter. She began to rock harder. "OH GOD BILL FUCK ME HARD BABY, FUCK ME HARD. OH GOD THAT FEELS DO GOOD, FUCK ME BABY FUCK ME," she yelled loudly. Painted Vulva I don't know what her neighbors thought but I'm sure they could hear her. "AAAAHHH, BILL, AAAAHHH, BILL, OOOOOHH,"she shuddered with a hard series of orgasms. "Cum in my pussy Bill." She was overcome with passion. Well, if I wasn't ready before this put me over the top, hearing that beautiful lustful woman have an orgasm and talking about it. "OH KIM, OH Kim, OH Kim," I could only repeat as I began to unload spurt and spurt of cum inside her. It had been so long that I filled her up and could feel the cum dropping out of her pussy on my legs. She collapsed on me, with her pussy splayed open over the base of my dick. As Kim lay on my chest, my cock softened and slipped out of her cum-filled pussy. She rolled off, with one leg still draped over me. "Kim," I looked at her, "you may not have much experience with sex but you really have a knack for it. That was wonderful." "Oh Bill, I never had any idea that sex could be this good. I'm glad I was good for you. Whenever you are ready, soon I want to do one more thing before we sleep." I looked at her incredulously. She already had two big orgasms and it sounded like she wanted more. Well, I may be a little older but when a beautiful woman like Kim says something like that, I take notice. "Well, what did you have in mind." In answer, she reached down to the head of my balls, scooped some cum off and sucked it off her finger. She was amazing. She may not have had much sex but she had great instincts and apparently loved it. We rested for a few minutes, almost dozing with relaxation. I awoke to feel Kim's hands moving. I looked at her. She was staring at my groin. She was breathing harder than normal and she had a sleepy, glazed look that emanated lust. She began to run her fingers up and down my torso, just lightly brushing and stopping before she got to my groin. After a few minutes of that, I was beginning to get hard. Kim slipped down my body to my groin, and raised my rod, which was quickly rock hard, and began to kiss my balls. She licked my balls and my sac became wet with her saliva. She nibbled her way to the base of my shaft and up it to the tip. She then kissed the head repeatedly, at first just with closed lips but with her lips spreading more and more with each kiss. Just the tip, half the head, and finally down to the base of the head. The head of my cock is big so I know it was a struggle to stretch her mouth to do it. Her saliva drained down the side of my dick. The veins popped out with desire and I could feel her mouth as it settled further and further below the head. Her tongue swirled around and, as she pulled out a little, she sucked that much more. It felt exquisite. Suddenly she turned and pushed her ass towards me. Taking my dick out of her mouth, she said, "I want you to watch my pussy while I eat you. Don't touch it, just look at it get wetter and open up, like those flowers we saw." This girl may be somewhat new with this but she sure learns fast. She put one leg on each side and her pussy and ass was a few inches from my face. Her puckered asshole was beautiful and her pussy was still white from the earlier cum, which had dried. Her pussy was open and I could see the cum become milky again as it mixed with her pussy juices. She was crazy if she thought I was going to stay away from that hot box. She continued to caress my dick with her mouth and tongue. I couldn't see it but it felt like she was talking at least half of it in her mouth. My dick was at its maximum length and thickness, engorged with desire. Her pussy continued to stare in my face. I had a plan. Kim's hand on the base of my cock began to caress the shaft faster. As she sucked up and down with her mouth, her hand was jacking my dick. I couldn't stand it much longer. I reached up to kiss her sweet pussy. At the same time, I wet my finger and began to massage her asshole. As my mouth touched her, she jerked like she wanted to move away but then she pushed towards my mouth and opened her legs further by thrusting one to the side. I could feel an orgasm building. I don't know if she wanted a load of cum in her mouth but she was going to get it. I didn't have any choice. As the cum began to rise, I sucked her clit into my lips and pushed my finger into her asshole just a little. She began to buck, fucking my mouth and finger. I hung to her clit as best I could. She then completely pressed it against me. My dick began to erupt in her mouth. She was making moaning and sucking noises. Her pussy soaked my face, with my saliva and her juice. She rubbed her clit up and down my tongue and then managed to move to sink my tongue deep inside her and just stayed still and caressed my tongue with contractions. My dick kept spewing and she stayed on it sucking it down. Finally, we both shuddered and then became still, with her open pussy in my mouth and my dick in hers. Her contractions subsided and my dick began to soften. Still we didn't let go. It seemed that we wanted to merge totally and openly mouthing the others most intimate parts and that we didn't want to let it go. We remained that way for several minutes. Finally she turned, snuggled into my arms with a kiss and a sigh, and we slept, knowing that in a little while we would awaken and enjoy each other again.