0 comments/ 11894 views/ 1 favorites Sexual Soul Mate By: DMC1944 As soon as I saw her walk thru the door I know I had to have her. It was 1997 and I was in my late 20s and having experienced the 80s I had had A LOT of sex! Brenda was tall and slim with perky tits and a tight ass. I had been given the privilege of training her at the restaurant we worked at. We worked our shift and got along great. Every chance I got I'd move in close to her and smell her hair while lightly brushing her ass. We finished the shift and I asked her if she'd have a beer with me at our local down the street. She agreed. We chatted for a couple of hours and got to know each other and every so often I'd steal a glance at her firm high riding boobs. We started to get a little "relaxed" and our knees began to touch as we became more comfortable with each other. She excused herself to go use the pay phone (cell phones were virtually non-existent in those days) and since I had to piss I went downstairs after her. When I returned from the restroom she had just hung up the phone. "Who were you talking to?" I asked. "My boyfriend." She replied. "Excuse me?" I uttered, rather shocked by her response. "We've been over for a while but he's got money, so I hang around". I pondered her statement for a few seconds and decided it didn't matter; I just wanted to fuck this chick. "Cool" was all I said. We got back up to the bar and she ordered a couple of bourbons which we shot down quickly and continued our lust filled conversation. Out of no where she put my hand on the stool she's sitting on in front of me and begins to slowly grind her crotch against my knuckles. She leaned forward and stuck her tongue in my ear and began to moan. She kept grinding as I kissed her neck. Realizing a bar wasn't the greatest place to continue further I quickly paid the tab and whisked her up the street to my little bachelor pad a few blocks away. I poured us some wine and we settled on the couch and continued where we'd left off at the bar. Her breathing was labored as I began to kiss her all over her body removing single pieces of clothing as I ventured my way over every inch of skin. She was down to her sexy lace bra and panties when she stood up, and slowly removed my shirt. She kissed and licked my nipples as she undid my jeans. She pulled off my pants and boxers and stood back for a moment to gaze upon my throbbing member. I'm not going to embellish my endowment. I am 7" with a huge mushroom head with plum sized balls. I suppose my "claim to fame" is the massive loads I can produce. She dropped to her knees and began to lick and suck my balls while stoked my rock hard shaft. I could see dollops of pre cum seeping from my slit, which she quickly noticed and wiped them down my pole lubing it up as she jacked me faster. I stopped her at that point wanting to move on with my exploration of her body. She got down on the bed and I laid beside her and undid her front clasping bra to get at those perky titties. They spilled out and my cock grew another inch instantly! She had the biggest hardest nipples I'd ever seen! I rolled each of them between my fingers and she arched her back urging me to suck them. I alternated between both nipples and she squirmed around on the bed writhing in ecstasy. I moved my hand down to caress her thighs and slipped my hand inside her black lace panties. She had an extremely hairy bush and a huge clit. I diddled her as she thrashed around on the bed and shoved a finger inside her cunt. She was soaking wet. Her panties were lined with cream and I easily slid another two fingers into her hole. I love a hairy pussy and the wetter the better. I moved down and began to eat her out for all I was worth. Her juices just streamed out of her as she came. As her 4th orgasm was upon her I kneeled in front of her so that she could suck me as I continued to rub her massive clit. I was hard as steel after a couple of minutes and decided it was time. I rolled her over and placed her with her ass high in the air. My dick was slick from all the sucking and her slit was still sopping wet. I slid my cock into her slowly and I could feel her walls contracting around my shaft as if she were milking it of its contents. I fucked her slow and deep but her silky wet chasm was just too much. I knew I had to cum and Brenda sensed it. She turned around and sat on the end of the bed, firmly grasped my shaft and began to furiously jack me off. She massaged my huge balls while occasionally licking the pre cum from the tip. My balls tightened and the head of my cock swelled as my orgasm consumed me. Spurt after massive spurt erupted from my dick, filling her gullet with white hot jizz. I watched her swallow 3 or 4 times to get my entire giant load into her. As the last rope of cum spit from my cock I picked her up and kissed her deeply. I knew I had found my sexual soul mate. Sexual Soul Mate This story is partially auto-biographical. It includes cheating so if that isn't your thing, you may want to read something else. Depending on the response to this story I may add more installments about Melanie and Jack. Theirs was a very erotic love story. I hope you enjoy. ***** Melanie found the Craig's List personal ads quite by accident. Once she did, however, she was hooked. The ads fell into three different categories, in her opinion. 1. Bad writers who hadn't discovered spell check. 2. Men who desperately wanted others to see their cocks. 3. Clever men who knew how to write to attract attention. It was possible there were other categories but the majority fell into those three, as far as Melanie could tell. It didn't really matter though, she read them for the comedy aspect of them and if she suddenly felt the urge to see an erect penis in the middle of the afternoon. Life had gone along fairly seamlessly for many years. Melanie married at 24, had three kids by the time she was 29 and enjoyed an active life with her husband and kids in their safe suburb. Then things changed. Her kids grew up and started leaving, her husband took a job that kept him away from home for long periods of time and Melanie began to flounder. Suddenly, her idyllic life wasn't quite so perfect. The fact was that Melanie was lonely. She was lonely and invisible, or at least she felt that way. Then, in the midst of her unofficial mid-life crises, she discovered the online world. She began to chat and flirt and post on various chat sites. Slowly her resolve was broken down and she was introduced to the world of cyber sex and phone sex. It surprised her that having sex online or on the phone could be at all satisfying for her, but it was, at least for a while. Then like every other new high, they began to lose their appeal and she found herself needing more. At first reading the CL ads were just entertaining. She literally laughed over some of the poorly written messages and found herself wincing at some of the more desperate ones. Then one day she came across an ad that intrigued her. The title was unique and caught her attention, 'If you are what you eat and I eat pussy does that make me a pussy?' Clever and surprising, she just had to check that one out. He went on to write about looking for a mature woman to play with, no strings attached. His ad actually said very little, just enough to get her attention and push her to respond. Because she loved to write and loved a challenge, she crafted a creative email and fired it off to him. He responded immediately and throughout the afternoon they exchanged a number of flirty, fun responses. Since it was the end of the week and they both couldn't play much over the weekend, he asked her to meet him for coffee on Monday at noon and she heard her own voice agree. That was not something she had planned on doing but somehow it happened and although she considered canceling, she decided she would meet him, only for coffee and nothing else. She intentionally dressed casually for their coffee date. Jeans, a sweater and medium heels finished her look. It was a gorgeous fall day and although she was nervous she was also excited. Coffee and nothing else, she kept reminding herself. She spotted him in his van as she pulled into the parking lot. They had exchanged headshots and he described his van so there was no mistaking him. She pulled up in front of the coffee shop and watched him walk in. She almost drove away but forced herself to get out of her car and enter the store. They were the only customers but she didn't even look at him. She could feel him watching her and when he approached her she finally looked up. He was tall with broad shoulders and short salt and pepper hair. His nicely trimmed beard appealed to her and she had to fight the urge to run her hand over it. He had a great smile and put her at ease as soon as he began to talk. He asked her questions about her life and her family and shared easily about his. By mutual silent agreement they didn't talk about their spouses, instead sharing about their kids and the business of life. He didn't push her when she politely said she didn't want to talk about a specific subject but soon they were laughing like old friends. Clearly there was a comfortability between them that kept the atmosphere very relaxed. After a time, he asked her if she would like to head to the park to take a walk. She agreed and soon he was following her car. Even though it was a Monday the park was full of seniors and moms with young children. Walkers followed the path around the lake and the parking lot was almost full. They began to walk around the lake, talking easily. Suddenly he grabbed her arm and turned her toward him. He quietly said, "I don't think we've been properly introduced yet," as he leaned over and kissed her. Feeling no resistance from Melanie, he began to kiss her with more urgency, pushing his tongue into her mouth and holding her tightly. Without any thought, Melanie moved closer to him and kissed him back passionately. Long minutes passed as they stood on the crowded trail and kissed until she suddenly broke away from him. "Jack, I can't do this. Look at all these people. What if someone I know walks by?" Jack let go of her and led her to a nearby bench. He kept his hands to himself although he was dying to touch her again. He began to talk about coaching football and the politics that went into it as he tried to hide his frustration. Melanie was frustrated too. She hadn't felt such a natural connection with another man in so long, she was desperate to kiss him again and explore the possibilities. Then, in order to stop the football talk, she leaned over and suggested that they walk over to a less populated area of the park. He jumped at the chance. Together they walked over a bridge that led to quieter walking paths. They easily found a small grove of trees that would shelter them from the public. Quickly they came together, kissing and exploring each other's tongues. Melanie was amazed that they fit together so perfectly and thought she could kiss him for hours. Before long they laid on the grass, kissing and exploring. His hand reached under her sweater and fondled her breasts just before guiding her hand to his fly. Slipping her hand into his jeans, she wrapped her fingers around his hard cock and stroked him deliciously. They made out like that for about an hour until Jack asked her to sit in his van with him. Surprising herself, Melanie agreed. They walked to the van and got in the back seat. Still, there were so many people there just enjoying the park. The new lovers barely noticed or were so horny for each other that they just didn't care. Either way Jack and Melanie managed to do quite a bit that beautiful afternoon. Melanie went to her knees and took out his cock to play with. She licked and sucked him until he exploded in her mouth. Jack encouraged her to sit next to him and reached under her sweater, freeing her tits. He pinched her nipples and took them in his mouth, feeling her wiggle at his attention. Then he undid her jeans and worked his fingers into her pussy. The real wiggling began then. He smiled against her mouth as her juices soaked his hand and her body writhed against him. Her cum was perfect, he thought as he formed a plan. Whispering in her ear, Jack said, "I really want to taste you." Melanie panicked for a moment. They already were being very risky, taking huge chances in public. "Oh, not here." She answered. Jack chuckled against her mouth and said, "No, not here, but I really want to lick your pussy." Then he straightened up and looked her in the eye. Melanie busied herself with straightening her clothes as she watched his face. He invited her to his house to spend some time with him. She was startled but listened carefully to him. "I have the house completely to myself for three days. Tomorrow you can come over and we'll do only what you want to do. I want to do everything but you set the limits. What do you think?" Jack asked. Melanie spoke without thinking. Of course she wanted to be with him again. Her body was tingling and the thought of getting naked with him was so appealing. She kissed him deeply and agreed. When Melanie got home, there were a couple of emails waiting for her from Jack. They were playful and sexy and full of anticipation. Although she was a little worried about the setting and about feeling guilty, she was also very excited to see him again and decided to ignore all her reservations. The next day Melanie attended a work meeting in the morning and then stopped at the bathroom to brush her teeth and check her reflection. The drive to his house was an easy one but somehow she missed the familiar turn and ended up taking the long way around. Finally she arrived in his neighborhood and thought, 'it's not too late to back out', but her curiosity got the best of her and she soon parked in front of his house. According to Jack, the neighbors were not an issue so she walked boldly to the front door. Her heart was racing and her breathing had quickened. He answered the door quickly and welcomed her in. As she slipped off her shoes, he took her in his arms, wrapping her tightly and kissing her deeply. He knew just what to do to put her at ease and of course, it worked. They stood in the entryway just kissing for long minutes until he took her hand and led her to the lower level. He explained that they would use an extra bedroom instead of the master bedroom. She was more than ok with that. It was very chilly in the lower level and when he noticed her shivering he apologized and explained that they always kept the unused portion of the house cold. To warm her, and because he just couldn't keep his hands off of her, he wrapped her in his arms and together they settled on a leather couch next to a bed. He talked about everything and nothing, trying his best to put her at ease. She appreciated the effort but talking was not really what she had come for so she turned and placed her head in his lap, forcing him to be quiet. He smiled and leaned over to kiss her. His hand naturally rested on her belly so of course he had to start exploring. Soon he was teasing her breasts with his fingers and slowly slipping off her shirt. Before long they got up and took turns undressing each other, until they stood naked together. Melanie was cold and feeling very self conscious until he placed his hands on her hips and moved her to sit on the bed. Then he pushed her back to lay down and he knelt on the floor with his head between her legs. Never before had she been eaten so quickly by a new lover and she held her breath in anticipation. His hot breath moved over her pussy as he moved in to lick and taste her. His tongue moved over the slippery folds of her pussy lips and his fingers explored every inch of her. Although she was 48, Melanie had never experienced oral sex with a man who was so completely devoted to the act. He had professed himself an addict and she could certainly see why. His lips and tongue moved on her constantly until she was writhing on the bed and frankly, trying to move away from him. He held her hips to his face and wouldn't let her go. Loud moans filled the room as intense sensations poured from her body. He kept up the pressure and the pleasure long after she cried out for him to stop. Then he lifted his soaked face and grinned up at her as she came down off of the high of cumming multiple times. Moving up to lay beside her, Jack kissed her deeply. They explored each other's body inch by inch. At one point Melanie laid on her back with her head next to his thigh. Later she didn't even remember how they got to that position, only that his legs were eye level. She took in his legs and then her eyes settled on his cock. It was mostly hard and rested against his thigh. Melanie felt an irresistible urge to touch him so she ran the back of her hand up his leg until she touched his cock. Unable to stop her movement, she moved so her mouth was over his cock with her knees on either side of his head. A surprise 69 for him; the perfect position for them both. Melanie looked over her shoulder to ask him, "Is this alright? Are you ok with this?" Jack hummed in agreement as he grabbed her hips and pulled her juicy pussy to his waiting mouth. 'Alright?' he thought. 'Much more than alright.' Taking his cock deep in her mouth, she began to move on him, feeling him move against her sex. His tongue and mouth had her on fire once again and the sounds coming from the sexy blonde had him doubling his efforts. Sucking his cock while he licked her pussy was difficult so occasionally she had to stop and simply grind herself against his face. He didn't seem to mind though. After a long time she moved off of him and straddled his cock, taking him deep inside of her. Her palms against the headboard, she rode him smoothly and with increasing speed. He placed his hands on her breasts and helped to move her up and down. Melanie was surprised at how much he sweated during sex. It just dripped off of his hairline and onto her when he was making love to her from above. Admittedly it took a while to adjust to such perspiring, but she honestly grew to love it. Sweating profusely was unique to him and since she thought of him as her perfect lover, her sexual soul mate, she loved everything about it. That first day they made love for over three hours. Although she expected to feel guilty about being with him, it wasn't nearly as much as she thought it would be. She never could explain that, it just was. Making love with him was fun and passionate and Melanie believed she had met her sexual soul mate. Sexual Soul Mate Pt. 02 Without knowing what to expect, Melanie was a bit apprehensive wondering just what a 'no strings attached' relationship would look like. She left his house after that first private encounter with a lot of questions and no answers. Would she hear from him again? When would they get together? Would he have regrets about inviting her to his home? Would she have regrets? Although she was distracted by the questions, she was also tingling with excitement as she fought the traffic in the late afternoon. Thinking back on their love making was already creating memories for her that she knew she would use in private, masturbating moments. Although she hoped that it wouldn't be their only time together, she was satisfied that it was memorable enough to last her for a while. By the time Melanie reached her house and checked her email, there were already a couple of messages from him. He wrote about their love making, the sensations he felt, how she was perfect and tasted even better than he imagined. In other words, he said all the right things. She fired back a message of her own telling him how she felt and how her body just tingled just by reading his messages. Clearly, they were head over heels in lust with each other. Over the following week Melanie and Jack exchanged emails daily. Sometimes they sent e-cards or images of couples in erotic positions with an 'I want to fuck you like this' message. Melanie even googled 'fwb rules' hoping to find some guidelines and instructions as to how the relationship should work. No guidelines to be found, by the way. Instead, she became bolder in her emails and asked him for information. Without sharing many details with her about his past experience, he reassured her that this would work as long as it did for them both. Cryptic and certainly not the detailed rules the Melanie would have preferred, but it would have to do. Two weeks after first meeting, Jack once again invited Melanie to his house. Excited and still a little nervous, she drove over and once the door was closed behind her, she threw herself into his arms. They clung to each other like a dying man would cling to a life vest. Without a doubt they were lovers and every time they came together that bond was solidified. Again, they went to the lower level and soon were buck naked next to the bed. Although it was freezing in the house, he didn't allow her to cover up with sheets or blankets and he kept the lights bright. He wanted to see her, he wanted to see everything. Slowly he turned on the charm, igniting all of her erogenous zones. Situated between her legs, she gasped as he dipped his head down but then used his palm to stimulate her. Soon she was begging him to lick her, his smile never wavering as he teased and tempted her for a very long time. Her begging became desperate pleading until he dipped his mouth down to move over her clit. Moisture dripped from her pussy as he slowly lapped up every drop. Her soft moans became loud cries and she reached for his hair, pulling him in closer to her. The feel of his beard tickling her inner thighs and her tender pussy flesh drove her crazy. She reached down between her legs and fingered the soft hair as just inches away his tongue worked it's magic. Her back arched and her hips bucked as he relentlessly attacked her tender flesh. Never before had she experienced anything like him. She came twice if not three times as he ate her out. It was as if he knew exactly what to do and when. He was her perfect sexual soul mate. That day Melanie was just a day past her period so they agreed that they wouldn't use a condom. They moved from one position to another, finally ending up with her riding him while her breasts bounced in his face. Still he stayed hard as he so easily could, until she finally moved off of him and spooned into his front as they lay on their sides. She reached between her legs and grasped his cock, placing it at her hole. Positioning was, of course, important and she moved until the head of his throbbing cock was lined up perfectly. Guiding the head into her hole, Melanie ended up moving her upper body further away from him. That gave her the leverage to thrust back harder against him, feeling him deep inside of her and then feeling him pull almost all the way out. His arms encircled her and the sweat from his brow dripped onto her back. They fucked like that for a long time until he groaned loudly and released his hot cum deep inside of her. Slowly they came back together as his cock slipped out of her cunt and he held her tight. Each encounter, each moment of climax was magical between them. She regularly licked and sucked his cock, trying to coax the cum from him. Although she was never successful at getting him to cum in her mouth, it wasn't for a lack of trying. She was determined to taste his cum someday and was willing to work for the pleasure. One day after a couple of months of regular meets, Melanie was getting dressed when she sat down on a chair to pull on her socks. Jack sat in front of her with shorts and a t-shirt on. Melanie stifled a giggle when she noticed that Jack's fly was down on his shorts. She could see his briefs and was so tempted to reach over and grab him but time kept her from slipping her hand in his shorts, unfortunately. Jack was reflective at that moment and suddenly asked, "So, what things are on your sexual bucket list?" The question startled her but after a moment she said, "I can think of two things. First, I've always been curious about having a threesome and I have always wanted to successfully have anal sex." Melanie blushed, surprised at her honesty. Jack was obviously pleased however, and had more questions for her. "Would you want a threesome with another man or a woman?" he asked with a mischievous grin. At that Melanie responded with a quick poke at his open fly with her foot. They both laughed as she answered carefully, "I think I would be open to either. I would love to try it with another man but I'm open to a woman also. You know that I have interest in women but have never acted on it. The problem would be to find a safe and willing person that was attractive to both of us. I think that's really hard to find." Jack nodded and said, "Fair enough. So, tell me more about wanting anal sex." Melanie was feeling very self conscious at that point and deferred to him. "You tell me. Do you have any interest? Have you ever?" Shaking his head, Jack answered, "No, I've never experienced it successfully. I've had a couple of lovers who were willing to try but always ended it before we could get my cock in. Of course, I would love to do it, especially with you." With that he leaned over and wrapped Melanie tightly in his arms. Holding her close to him he guided her back into the bedroom and began stripping her bare once again. Schedule be damned! Over the next couple of weeks the two lovers wrote back and forth about anal sex and how much fun they would have experiencing it together. He shared with her that he had been researching the act in order to make it as painless as possible. She was touched by his efforts and although she already felt so safe with him, she knew she could trust him with that intimate act. One day, just before the holidays, they met at a sex shop in a trendy area of town. She had been there before and wanted him to experience it. Melanie got to the store first and looked around while she waited. She noticed a book titled, 'Anal Sex' on a shelf and sat down on the couch to look though it while she waited for Jack. The illustrations were fascinating and kept Melanie from noticing a man coming through the door. By the time she looked up, the leering man was sitting close to her on the couch. She was startled but tried not to over react, just scooting back a bit. He grabbed the book from her hand and began thumbing through it. Melanie started to get up just as Jack walked through the door. Assessing the situation quickly, Jack moved over to the couch and gave the horny man a long, intense stare. It didn't take long before the man got up and moved away from them. Then Jack and Melanie kissed and cuddled on the couch, looking at the anal book. After looking around the store together and laughing at some of the merchandise, they left to the relative privacy of his van. Over Christmas vacation when they both had extra people at home, Melanie and Jack made a plan to get together. Going to his house was not possible but the weather was cooperating with pretty warm winter temperatures so they made a plan to get together in the van. On that particular day, Melanie dressed carefully while thinking through the limitations of being in the van. They met at a park that was usually deserted in the winter. Sure enough they found the privacy they needed. Jack was privately put out at first that Melanie had worn nylons and a skirt. At the first kiss she knew that the wheels in his head were turning quickly, wondering how they would manage. When they parked, Melanie moved into the back. Sweet Jack had removed the middle seats and laid down the back bench so it was like a bed and he had brought pillows and blankets to make things comfortable. Melanie slipped off her heels as she sat on the bench and watched him approach her. Kneeling between her legs, his hands began to wander over the silky nylons and soon he realized that she was wearing thigh highs. His smile broadened as he whispered, "You little vixon. You think of everything." They kissed passionately as their hands began to wander. Her skirt was soon pushed up around her hips and his hands couldn't seem to get enough of running over the silky smoothness of her legs. By silent agreement they didn't undress completely but only removed those items that absolutely had to go. Her panties, his jeans and brief disappeared to the floor of the van. Everything else could just be loosened or pushed aside. As soon as his cock was out and throbbing, Melanie began to caress it with her nylon covered feet. From the look on his face, she knew that he had never been given a silky foot job. She loved that surprised expression on his face when she pampered him and the feel of his hard cock between her feet made her start wiggling on the seat. Although they had to keep a watchful eye out for the police or even just other parkers, that was all just another part of the thrill. Neither of them wanted to get caught but being in a semi-public situation was a turn on, nonetheless. After a time of amazing foreplay, Melanie knelt at the bench and offered Jack her wet pussy. She urged him on with small moans and grunts as he moved up behind her and slipped his cock deep inside. She pushed back against him as he thrust into her for quite a while. His ability to stay hard was incredible so she didn't worry about him cumming before they could try anal sex. Then finally the moment seemed right. Melanie looked over her shoulder at Jack and whispered, "I'm ready, baby. Please put it in my ass." Jack leaned in and kissed her deeply and then reached for the lube and a fresh condom. After applying the lube to his cock and her puckered hole, he positioned her sexy ass against the edge of the bench seat and placed his cock at the tight spot. They had prepared for it but Melanie still had to remind herself to relax and just let him do what needed to be done. They were both determined to be successful but he had let her know that he would stop if she asked him. She knew he could be trusted and that clearly helped her relax. The head of his cock slowly pushed into her tight hole. As the pain grew, she willed herself to accept it, not unlike the pain of childbirth. She opened her mouth wide, willing her asshole to open and accept him as well. The pain grew intense even with all the careful planning and Melanie could clearly feel the head stretching her. Suddenly, the pain reached a point where Melanie didn't think she could do it anymore and so she looked back, ready to stop him. Then, just as suddenly, the large head of his cock popped in and much of the pain disappeared. The pop was almost that, almost an audible one, and it took her breath away. He felt her slump against the bench and knew that the pain was mostly over for her. She turned, making eye contact, and said, "It's in, please fuck it." With a loud groan he began to move deeper inside of her. Watching his cock move in and out of the tight hole made him start to shake. He knew he wouldn't last much longer but he wanted to reward both of them for their efforts. Slowly working his cock deeper into her ass, he reached around and fondled her beautiful tits. He loved the way they swayed and responded when he played with them and he knew she loved it too. After a time he grunted loudly and came hard in her ass, pulling her against him as he did. Later, they lay together on the folded down bench and cuddled. They quietly talked about the experience and he kissed her passionately, thanking her for enduring the pain so they could both enjoy the pleasure. After they dressed but before they parted that day, he said sheepishly, "Melanie, can we do that again? Not today, but again?" She loved it when he looked so boyish and would ask her instead of just assuming. Kissing him hard, she said, "I would love to do it again. That was the most amazing thing ever." Through emails they talked about the experience for a long time after that day. It was special to them because it was only theirs. The act brought their intimacy to a new level and after that day in the van, they always enjoyed anal sex together during their passionate afternoons. Special, intimate, rare and even a bit taboo, that's how Melanie looked at anal sex with Jack. She was glad she had endured the pain to enjoy the unique pleasure. Comments welcome. Sexual Soul Mate Pt. 03 For the next several months, Melanie and Jack enjoyed many long afternoons of erotic pleasures. She dressed up for him in body suits with the crotch cut out, teddies and pretty garter ensembles. He loved her creativity and relished undressing her slowly or just making love to her around the silky material. She loved his devotion to their lovemaking. They were lovers, true, but the thing that surprised both of them was that they also became friends. They cared about each other and genuinely enjoyed their time together even apart from the sex. Of course, ultimately, it was always about the sex though. That's what brought them together and that was what they both wanted, desperately. One day Melanie showed up as usual and after the initial greeting, they made their way to the lower level. Kissing passionately, they slowly undressed each other before moving into the bedroom. With Jack standing next to the bed, his cock stiff and throbbing, Melanie moved to her knees. Teasing him with her tongue, she held onto his thighs to keep him close. Although she knew he loved her blow jobs, she also knew he was somewhat uncomfortable about being the center of attention. He preferred to pleasure her rather than her spending much time pleasuring him. That day though, she was determined to spend a lot of time teasing, tasting, licking and sucking on his thick cock. He had told her early on that he had never cum in a woman's mouth before and she was determined to be the first. As usual, he only allowed a short amount of time for her to pamper his cock before he pulled her to her feet and directed her to lie down on the bed. She knew what he wanted and of course she wanted it too. What woman didn't want to be licked, sucked and eaten wildly? But, Melanie wasn't done yet and the days of him directing their love making were coming to an end, at least in her mind. Melanie lay on the bed but turned her body so her head hung off the edge in front of him. She placed her hands again on the back of his thighs, pulling him close to her, and began to lick at his swinging cock. His breathing was audible as she teased and licked him, running her tongue along the creases between his body and his legs. His cock moved over her face and neck as she played him, so wanting to bring him pleasure. Although she knew he was uncomfortable with this type of submission from her, she loved every second. She moved back farther until her head hung over the side of the bed so she could tongue his balls and suck them into her mouth. His legs parted further, giving her free access. While his hands roamed her breasts and he watched her hips begin to gyrate, he gave himself over to her, forcing himself to accept her utter devotion, at least for a while. Too soon for Melanie, he pulled back, his sack leaving her mouth with an audible 'Pop'. They both laughed and Jack took advantage of the moment to change positions, moving her fully onto the bed and burying his face in her pussy. 'Now this is familiar territory,' he thought as he moved in to munch and delight her. What she didn't understand was that as much as he loved and appreciated the efforts she made with his cock, much of his pleasure came from pleasing her. Licking the slippery folds of her pussy, circling her clit with his tongue, finger fucking her tight hole and slurping up all of her moisture brought him complete pleasure. When things progressed to the point where her hips bucked forcefully and her screams filled the room, that was his goal and that was when his own pleasure peaked. As many times as he told her that, he didn't think she really believed it. He hoped that they would be lovers for a very long time and that someday he could finally convince her of his complete devotion to her pleasure. For her part, Melanie had no choice but to endure the pleasure. She spread her legs and gave herself over to him. Her hips bucked and gyrated but he was strong and held her still. She could hear his muffled chuckles as he licked and tasted her while holding her down as best he could. Later they would laugh about her screams as he brought her to mind-numbing cums. He knew just how to play her body and she loved every minute of their time together. Usually they would make love for a few hours and finally end up having anal sex at the end. That day though, Jack licked her through her powerful cums and then moved up to her side. They kissed deeply for a few minutes, Melanie sucking the juice of her pussy off of his tongue. Then silently she moved to her belly and raised her ass to him. Without a word, Jack knew what she wanted and moved up behind her. Crouching over her, he ran his hard cock over her slit, gathering her natural lubricant, and placed it at her tight asshole. She responded by pushing her ass back against him. Slowly he began to push it into her. There was no pain, just pressure and anticipation. The head slipped in and his cock was soon deep in her ass. The mixture of pressure and pleasure overwhelmed her as she turned her head, seeking his mouth. They kissed as he began to move into her, rocking against her as she pushed back. Sweat built as it always did with her incredible lover until it actually pooled between his belly and the small of her back. The wet, sloshing sounds fueled their passion and competed with their moans. The moment of climax was intense for Jack as he emptied himself in her ass. His weight pressed her to the bed as he whispered, "Baby, I want you to cum again." Such an unselfish lover was foreign to Melanie. She smiled into the pillow and reached back with her hand to grab whatever part of him she could reach. "Oh honey, I did. You already made me cum a couple of times. You are so amazing." He moved off of her, rubbing her back and kissing her while he held her close. A little embarrassed at all the sweat, he didn't mention it since she always assured him that she loved it. She was the most accepting and affirming lover he had ever had. She was willing to try new things and was never judgmental. He knew they had to guard against becoming too emotionally close. It was a topic that they chatted about regularly and that they agreed upon but still... There were times when he worried that they were getting too close and too dependent on each other. Quickly he pushed those thoughts aside. The passion of the afternoon was what they both wanted to concentrate on, at least for that afternoon. Together they cuddled, kissing and touching, while sharing pillow talk. Soon more erotic play would follow but first they rested. He complimented her beautiful nails and soon she found herself sharing the following story. While Melanie regularly got manicures, she had never treated herself to a pedicure until earlier that week. She knew she and Jack had a 'date' planned and decided to get her feet done as well. He smiled at that admission and kissed her. It had been a very long time since any woman wanted to pretty her feet for him, if it had ever happened, and he always appreciated the efforts she made to entice and please him. At the nail place, Melanie sat in a massage chair and soaked her feet in the warm, soft water. An Asian woman pulled a small rolling stool up in front of her and began to get her tools all set up for the pedicure. The woman was close in age to Melanie and wasn't the usual skinny shape like most of the others. She was very busty as Melanie could tell because she could easily see down the front of the woman's blouse. She wore a loose fitting, peasant type blouse that moved away from her body as she worked. From Melanie's vantage point, she could see down the front of the blouse easily. The woman began to work on Melanie's feet, scraping off the dead skin. Her work caused her body to move and sway, giving Melanie the perfect view of her large tits swaying back and forth. Melanie couldn't take her eyes off of those huge breasts dancing just in front of her. After a few minutes, Melanie realized that her face was flushed and her breathing had changed. The woman's breasts were mesmerizing but Melanie forced herself to look away and concentrated on acting normally, instead of like a horny teenage boy. She was amazed at how easily she had gotten caught up in the display before her and at how much of a turn on it was to watch those beautiful boobs move. It was all she could do to keep her hands to herself and not thrust them down the woman's blouse. Melanie worked hard to distract her thoughts throughout the rest of the pedicure and finally left the shop with two pretty feet, but with a very confused mind as well. True, Melanie had always had a bit of an obsession with breasts. She loved to watch them move and sway under clothes and when watching porn she enjoyed it if there was lots of breast play. When masturbating, she always played with her tits, pulling on the nipples until they were hard and pointed. Cumming just through breast play was easy for her, either alone or with a lover, so she often concentrated on stimulating them. As breast obsessed that she was though, she never expected to actually act on that desire. She was pretty sure that she would never be interested in taking it further than breast play if she actually was with another woman, but of course, she didn't really know either. Melanie shared the story with Jack as they snuggled together under the covers. He was pretty quiet but she could tell that he was getting worked up while listening. His hands began to wander over her body as she talked, teasing and caressing her. As she finished her tale, she lifted the covers to peek at his cock. Sure enough it was hard and ready. Melanie kissed him before raising herself over him and, facing away from him, held his cock upright while bringing her hips down slowly to meet his. He placed his hands on her ass to guide her but try as they might, they just couldn't get the alignment right. The curve of his cock just didn't meet the angle of her hole and no amount of adjusting was helping. Finally Melanie gave up and just positioned her slit over his cock, rocking back and forth, enjoying the wet sounds their bodies made together. There was no penetration but the sensations were wet and raw and perfect. Jack inserted two fingers in her cunt and began to fuck her as she moved over him. Her moans grew louder and her movements quickened. Eventually she lost control and her body fell forward, her elbows supporting her with her head at his feet. Her legs straddled his thighs, giving him a great view of her ass and of the fingers smoothly fucking her hole. At the point of cumming, Melanie's lower legs began to shake and pump uncontrollably. He loved watching her wild movements and listening to her scream as she orgasmed. Her cum encouraged his, his breathing deepening as he shot his hot cum all over her pubic area. She relaxed against him, her face resting on his feet, until he pulled her back to the warmth of his arms. They rested together, spent and completely satisfied. "I loved your story. Mel." He said softly. "Would you like to invite her to join us sometime?" "I really don't know and wouldn't know how to ask. She doesn't speak much English and I don't have an opportunity to talk to her outside of the salon. I have thought about it though and it turns me on to even fantasize about it." Melanie answered, honestly. For the moment that was as far as the conversation went. Through email they explored other possibilities, even placing a Craig's List ad looking for a willing woman to play with them. A couple of times it seemed that they had found the right situation but each time things fizzled before they could meet with her. It was frustrating but their hot fwb relationship continued and they were happy with that. The relationship ended abruptly one summer day. It was difficult and quick. Melanie missed him but always kept the memories of their sweet, unexpected affair close. ***** Comments welcome. Sexual Soul Mate... Vol. 1 In a thousand years she never thought she'd find someone like him. Tall and dark featured, smart and confident, he caught her eye quickly. Thin and scrawny was never to her liking in men, she needed someone substantial to wrap her arms around and cuddle with, and to feel truly held when he was holding her. Marriage was suiting her, but not fulfilling her. Her husband was a partner to stave off boredom at best, to play golf with, to have dinner with when he was home, and for occasional sex. Conversation was kept to a minimum because they really had nothing in common. Yes, he was handsome, a good provider, and he amused her once in a while, but overall he was not a great match for her, and far from her true mate. She could not be herself with him, and as of late it was becoming a weight that was harder and harder to bear. She thought about sex constantly. At 38 it seemed her hormones were in high gear and had no designs on slowing down any time soon. She dreamed of a man that would fulfill her wildest fantasies and make her feel all of the things she desired, even the dark desires that seemed to be foremost in her thoughts. The desperate need to be used and dominated, to be the girl-toy every man lusted after was becoming an urgent priority in her life. Her husband was simply not capable of using her the way she needed to be used. When this new man walked into her life it was an instant charge, a jolt of electricity that could have lit up New York City for a week. Just the look of him was all she found sexy and erotic, and she felt the all too unfamiliar tingle in her belly and hardness of her nipples as she took him in. She simply wanted to lick him from head to toe, to hide away for days on end, never leaving the bed she would serve him in. When he saw her, the look on his face went from nonchalant to that of piqued curiosity, and she knew without a doubt that he was feeling much of the same thing. The bulge that was now defining his zipper was a nice clue as well. It wasn't often that she came to Isabel's for lunch, but today she had a taste for Mediterranean and had stopped at the bar for a cocktail. Her husband was in Europe, again, and so dining out alone had become a comfortable ritual. She watched this man sit down at the opposite end of the bar. He was still staring at her, she still locked in on him, and then he smiled. God what a smile!! She felt a gush in her panties the likes of which she hadn't remembered having since college. She instinctively looked down, expecting the barstool to show signs of her wetness. Her nipples were still hard from her first glance, and by the looks of his gaze falling lower he now knew they were hard too. The pearl colored satin top she was wearing made them even more visible to anyone looking at her chest. She crossed her legs and looked away, took a sip of her drink and pretended to peruse the menu. Her clit was swelling; she could feel it growing and moved a little on the stool to give herself a tiny wave a pleasure as her slick, wet folds rubbed together. With her husband hardly around, she'd become deft at the art of masturbation - she could almost make herself cum just walking down the street. She looked up, her intention to flirt with him some more, but when she glanced over he was gone. Scanning the bar quickly she didn't see him, but instead felt a hand on her back. "Don't move," she heard whispered into her left ear. "You are the loveliest woman I've ever seen. I want to stand here and just soak you in." She could feel his head next to hers, nuzzling her hair for the shampoo scent, then her neck for the perfume she was wearing. Again she had to look down; the warm gush in her panties simply had to be showing thru her yellow skirt. She inhaled, felt his hand on the small of her back, and caught the magnificent scent of his cologne. It was perfectly worn; he had to be this close to her for her to smell it. It was intoxicating. Slowly turning, she looked up into his face. She gazed into deep brown eyes with the most amazing expression. She saw love and lust, sweetness and devilishness, right and wrong. He had soft lines around his eyes and mouth; she put him in his mid 40's. His hair was cut short and in a current style. The goatee he was sporting was perfectly trimmed around his sensual lips. "I ... forgive me," she whispered, "I can't stop looking at you." "Good," he said in low velvety tone. He smiled coyly at her and said, "we're even." They continued to simply stare at each other, without a moment of discomfort. He moved a little closer, and the bulge she saw earlier was now firmly resting against her hip. Fuck but he was hard! Letting all inhibitions go and following only her libido, she leaned into him and said in a low voice, "I want you to take me here ... no, I NEED you to take me here. I don't care where, but on the premises and now." Her lips grazed his ear as she said this, and made his cock ache for her. He wanted to take her on the bar, but decided the restroom would be the best bet for a modicum of privacy. He never answered her verbally; he just took her hand and helped her from the barstool. He noticed her pale yellow pumps and was working his way up the back of her legs to her soft round ass when she reached back and touched his cock through his pants. He could feel his precut dripping and knew his boxer briefs were wet with it. Only steps now from total release, the lavatory was in sight. Once inside, a passion so primitive, so carnal, simply guided his every move. He was made for this woman and knew it, knew what she wanted and how to touch her. He locked the door behind them and stepped toward her. Her shoulder length hair left plenty to grab, so he immersed his fingers in her blonde tresses and pulled her lips to his with that fistful of hair. She moaned and sighed all at once; giving him back the tongue he was sharing with her. She ran her hands over his cock again, up over his ass and then up his chest. He took her hands from his chest, grabbed her wrists and put them behind her back. "Tell me now what you want," he said a bit harshly. He already knew, but so much of the fun would be making her say it. "I want you to fuck me," she sighed, "I want you to use me, claim me,make me yours." He bent to kiss her again. How she loved the feel of his goatee on her face, the sweet scratchiness of it that she knew would bring her orgasm after orgasm once he had it pressed against her pussy. As he brushed her face with his she heard, "I will fuck you my dear, and I will use you in ways you've never known." She groaned with desire. "Fuck me now, pleaseeeee," she cried softly. She was on the verge of begging. Would he make her beg?? With that thought foremost in her mind, he answered her. "You want to be my whore? Then ask me again. You will keep asking until I decide to give it to you." "Oh God, please fuck me," she hissed. "Fill my pussy with your hard cock; I want to make you cum." "Beg some more, slut," he goaded her. "Give it to me," she moaned, "Fucking make it hurt too. I want you as deep as you can go." He smiled in a wicked way, which told her she had said something very right. He released her arms and spun her around. Again that sumptuous view. Her heels, her luscious legs and round ass were most inviting. He slid his fingers up her skirt slowly for her benefit, and to his delight found no panties. He leaned over and grabbed a fistful of hair again, but this time hard. He jerked her head back and laughed in her ear. "You are a slut aren't you?" he teased. "Do you always go out with no panties on? Only whores that want a good fucking do that." She started to answer but he snapped at her. "Shut up!" he viciously hissed in her ear. "I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses." She heard his zipper and felt him pressing into her. He pulled her blouse from her skirt and reached inside to cup her ample tits. His fingers teasing and kneading her now very sensitive nipples was more than she could stand. With that thought in her mind, he lifted her skirt and slid it over her hips. He didn't even bother feeling for her wetness, he knew it was there. Slipping his smooth, hard cock out of his briefs he teased the entry to what was going to be the greatest fuck of his life, no matter how brief it may be. This woman melted him; he would fit perfectly into her cunt. He knew it with the oddest of certainty. With the head of his cock slick with her wetness, he moved up slightly and pushed against her very tight asshole. She was sexy as hell, Brazilian waxed, smooth as a baby's bottom. She gasped as he teased her ass, and started to push back into him to allow him entry. "I told you not to move," he said sternly. "Don't make me tell you again." With that, he bent her over further and gave her pussy the full 8 inches God had blessed him with. No easing his way into this one. She yelped, so he quickly placed a hand over her mouth. "No noise slut," he said in a menacing voice. "Take it like the whore you are. You will let me use your cunt in silence!" His commands only heightened her excitement. Her juices were running down her legs, making it so easy for him to pound her. He was perfectly adept, his strokes bringing his cock head to the point of just leaving her hole, but then sliding back into her hard and deep. "Finger your pussy, whore," he said as he used her. She jumped at this order and gave her clit the relief it had been so longing for. "But don't you dare cum," he warned her. "Don't you dare." She kept fingering, keeping his order in mind, but the more he stroked and tugged at her nipples the closer she got. She was nearing her orgasm when the bitter sting of his hand slapping her ass cheek gave her a reality check. "Oww!" she shrieked. "I told you silence!" he whispered hard to her. He backed up and pushed her further down so she was practically touching her toes with her hands. He spread her legs and suddenly she felt the fullness of a finger sliding into her ass. His finger was moving in and out of her tight asshole in time with the rhythm of his cock in her pussy. He had it so deep it was hurting her a bit, but the pleasure of him fucking her negated any real pain. He loved the feel of a hot, tight ass. He leaned into her and taunted, "I'm going to stretch you for me you little bitch!" She now felt another finger tearing her ass open, the capacity of her holes was now maxed. She started to rub her clit again as the need to orgasm was excruciating. "No hands for you slut," said the amazing stranger. "I'm using you for my pleasure only now." The tone of his voice was mesmerizing and it made her believe he meant business. A knock at the lavatory door jolted them back to the reality of where they were. She feebly said she'd be out shortly, and with that he knew it was time to finish the job. "Cum in my ass baby, please do that for me," she said as quietly as she could. With out missing a beat he pulled out from her pussy and replaced his fingers with his swollen cock. She inhaled in a way that made him know exactly what she was feeling. He held her hips tight and slid deeply into her ass. It only took 5 more strokes and he was exploding into her. The exquisite pleasure of her tightness was heaven, and his knees almost buckled beneath him. He let his spasms subside and then pulled out, smacking her ass as he did so. She turned to him and smiled, her face flushed beyond measure from pleasure and being bent over for so long. He bent to kiss her, a full, deep, erotic kiss with his hands on her face. She moved to go into a stall to clean herself up but he stopped her. "No love," he said caressing her face. "I want you to feel me dripping from you all through dinner." Without a word she pulled down her skirt and made her exit with him. Suspicious eyes on them coming out of the lavatory door together didn't faze them in the least. It was time for dinner. She knew she would be dessert, at some unknown location at some unknown time. Him keeping her in the dark as to what was next was as erotic as the sex had been, and she knew she'd found her carnal soul mate.