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She Said, He Said

By: Starlight13



(“She” was outlined by a friend, I tidied it up a little, then wrote the “He” to complete the story.)

SHE: 

A light, kiss on the lips when we meet, a drink, a chat, some touching. I do so like to reach out and touch someone when I'm talking to them. You looked rather nervous when you walked through that door. I recognised you easily from your pictures, but the glasses had been replaced by the contact lens. So, I was going to have to wait to find out the technicalities of kissing a guy with specs.  I worked hard at putting you at your ease. I didn’t take you long to find your confidence, your easy smile. You knew why we were here, knew why I was prepared to meet you like this. Unless you did something really gross, you were going to fuck me – and if your recent conversations where anything to go by, you were going to fuck my virgin ass. I could feel the heat in my face, a warm dampness between my thighs. God, this was really happening. You were here, sitting across the small table, eyes glinting with the reflected light of the ornamental candle between us. 

I could not help an apprehensive shiver – the intimate knowledge that you had about me, the things that I had told you about myself - It made me feel so vulnerable, so bare, already naked before you. It was also intensely erotic.

We exchanged some meaningless, banal pleasantries, dancing lightly around the subject that had to be on both of our minds. We reached around the candle, hands touching arms. I stroked your bare skin, enjoying the contact and drank deeply. You insisted on a bottle of wine, over my protests, but you seemed strangely insistent. Once the wine had come we drank a toast, a silent one of meaningful looks and promise of things to come. You reached up to my shoulder, your touch was light and gentle, but soon became more confident, as if it was slowly sinking in… I was here. I was sitting across from you, letting you touch me. I found your gaze slightly uncomfortable, did you realise how much you stared? The intensity of your gaze… the  caress of your hand. God you were making me hot. I loved the way you kissed my hands, each finger tip.  For every intimate secret of mine, I knew some of yours. The things you thought about, the things that turned you on. Can I blame it on the drink? It would be a lie, of course, but this was night of dreams and fantasies, what would be the harm of one more small one?

As casually as possible, I let one hand drop into my lap. Your eyes followed the movement… did you guess what I was going to do. You couldn’t see, although you did lean forward a little, but the edge of the table, and my skirt hid me from you. I had chosen a quiet corner, my body shielded me from the bar, the rest of the room. My fingers trembled as I reached under the hem of the short skirt, the smooth skin of my thighs burned as I sought the damp crotch of my g string. You gazed steadily, deep into my soul, as I slipped past the flimsy barrier, easing two fingers into my liquid heat. God, I was wet, dripping with the juices your mere presence had set free. My thumb stroked the unaccustomed smoothness of my mons – I couldn’t wait to see your face when you discovered that I had gone smooth, for you, for this night. Oh god, it felt good. You saw something in my face, the way your eyes widened, mouth opening - and I had to stifle the moan that leapt to the tip of my tongue. I could see the desire in your eyes, how you forced your self to remain still… frozen in fear of the mirage before you vanishing in puff of smoke. My body shuddered when I withdrew my fingers, leaving a wet smear on my thigh. Slowly, I raised my hand, fingers extended, up over the table and paused, our eyes locked on them, gleaming with my moisture in the subtle light. 

You caught my write in your hand, no tentative touch this time, and pulled it to you waiting mouth. I loved the way you closed your eyes, and inhaling the scent of me, like you were nosing a fine wine. That act used to embarrass me so much… now it made my cunt clench in anticipation. You so clearly enjoyed the experience, the aroma of me… how could it not be a turn on. When you first suggested that as something you wished somebody would do for you, my first reactions was that I was talking to one sick puppy after all. But then I could not get the idea of my head… see what you do to me? Then your mouth opened, your tongue flickered over my honeyed fingers, tasting me. Then your mouth dipped forward, engulfing, sucking them into you. You closed your eyes, savouring me, tongue sliding between my fingers, seeking every fragrant smear.

You pulled my fingers back, released them and looked at me once more, you eyes seeming to struggle as they shifted focus. 

“Again… do that again..” you whispered.

This time I did moan as I fingered my dripping pussy, I can hardly remember being so horny – we had barely touched each other, and a few deep strokes and hard rub and I would be coming – noisily, in the middle of the bar. With a conscious effort, I extracted my fingers and raised them to the table once more, but this time you pressed my fingers to my own mouth – I sucked them clean with as much enthusiasm as you had shown, and your expression had me squirming in the chair. The blatant crudity, raw sexuality of what we doing had my heart racing, my blood pounding in my ears… sitting in a public place, cool air on my hot pussy while you used my own pussy flavoured fingers to fuck my mouth.
Now you slip your hand under the table, greedy for me, your hand sliding up my stocking clad thigh, higher, up until… aaah. I watched you grin at the expression on my face, and didn’t give a damn. Then it was my turn to grin, a little breathlessly, as stopped suddenly and with a wicked grin you discovered my little surprise. 

You groaned sweetly, fingers exploring my velvet smooth mound. You teased me, the lightest touch on my clitoris, the brush of your knuckles along my parted lips…. That was the final straw. This is not only getting too hot to handle in the bar, I've neglected to tell you I'm a quick fuck.  When I want it, I just need it hard and fast and forget about the niceties. I whisper as much to you, adjusted my wet underwear and you settled the drinks bill. Just as I started rise, you asked  with a formally serious expression if you should bring the wine bottle. It took a moment to sink in… and then blushed furiously. Why on earth had I told you about that! Being fucked to an explosive orgasm by a wine bottle was not something I shared easily. I cursed you under my breath, and then had to laugh at your injured, innocent expression. You bastard! I took your hand and dragged you, out of the bar. 

I led you towards the elevators intending to head straight for my room, but we pass a cleaners storage room on the way – and being in such a state, I just could not resist the opportunity it offered. I looked around quickly, then pushed you inside. You made no protest, and in moments we were embracing, your hands on my bare ass under my skirt, your hardness squashed between us.
I resisted the urge to go straight to it - I wanted kissing.  I wanted it like you meant it, like you've thought of nothing else but exploring my mouth. The hard length of you pressed insistently against me… forget what I said about needing your cock jammed in my cunt, or  your mouth on mine, I needed to taste of you there and then.  I slid down your body and unzipped you, struggled with your belt a moment, then tugged your trousers and underwear down.  Your cock sprang out, a ridged curve of pleasingly erect manhood. Not licking, no teasing – I jammed as much of you into my mouth as I could handle, hardly noticing the knot your fingers made in my hair, pulling me onto you. I had wanted your dick in mouth for so long… it didn’t seem real, feeling you throbbing against the back of my throat, dreamlike.

I could taste your pre cum, and was suddenly visualising you grunting and thrusting, spurting down my throat. I squeezed the base of your cock hard, and pulled back. I didn't want to waste your cum in my mouth, I had needed that taste of you, the feel your cock squeezed down my throat.  But overwhelmingly, I wanted you deep in my cunt. I may have moaned my frustration… because you seemed to sense my dilemma, and pulled me to my feet. You spun me around, facing the wall and pressed me forward making me stoop. I do so love a man in control.  You quickly brushed my skirt up, exposing my rear, your hands warm and firm on the roundness of my arse. There was a hunger, and urgency about you that matched my own perfectly. You pulled the narrow strip of my g-string aside as I reached out and braced my hands on the shelving. At last, you stuck your fingers up my cunt, (God I love that word.  It does if for me like no other.) Two fingers, deep in me, pressing hard, your palm almost lifting me off the ground.
You're in no hurry, but I beg you just to fuck me, and you oblige indulgently. I moaned when you pulled your fingers from my clinging depths – partly at loss, partly in anticipation. 

The hot touch of your wet tip made me gasp, and then you were pushing into me, meeting the slightest of resistance, as my swollen lips folded in, protecting the portal to heaven.  You pulled out of me a little and then give it to me hard, and I take it up to the hilt. Aagghhh...  In a few fast, deep strokes, I was trying to stifle the cries of a cunt clenching orgasm as you hunched over me, hilt deep and bathed my cervix with spurts of semen…  I love a man who can let go and just give it to me as fast as I need it.  It's such a compliment.  The feel of him rutting in me, and his cum dripping out of me......

What happened next? What did you do to me when we get up to the hotel room?

HE: 

Very conscious of my wet dick, still rather full of itself inside my damp underwear, I followed you toward the lifts. I was feeling rather dazed, probably still recovering from the explosive intensity of our fast fuck in the storage room. I had watch you, mesmerised with my wet dick still poking out as you slipped that dammed g string off, smoothed down your skirt and raised a quizzical eyebrow at my exposed condition.

“You going to put that away or do you plan to walk through the hotel like that?”

I hastily stuffed myself away, and you grinned at my all too evident discomfort. Then you touched yourself, under your skirt and then raised a wet finger to you mouth.

“Not that I can talk. Bare arsed and leaking cum…” You popped the finger into your mouth, sucked for a moment, then looked me in the eye.

“Yum,” you smiled wickedly. “You really are a sucker for that!” you added happily.

The powerful urge to pull my sticky cock out and jam it down your throat must have shown in my eyes. Your raised hand halted me, and your voice was laced with wry humour and promise.

“Down boy. I’d like to make it back to the room.”

I followed you, quite docile, to the lifts. I slipped a hand around your waist, not wanting to let you go – just in case you vanished. You gave me an amused look, but seemed content to allow me the contact. Once the lift doors closed you let me kiss you, pressing you back against the wall, my hand slipping between your thighs and seeking your bare sex. You gripped my wrist quite firmly, but did not actually stop me. I ran a fingertip along the slippery groove – until the lift halted and the doors opened. You snatched my hand away with alacrity. A middle aged couple and two kids. Respectable, if a touch dishevelled we rode in silence. You glared wordlessly as I casually inhaled your scent and tasted you on my fingertip. Our floor, and we hurried out, and then down the dark corridor. You slapped my hand each time I reached towards your bottom.

“What is it with you!” you hissed, half in anger, half in laughter.

“I just can’t get enough of you” I whispered back seriously. You seem mollified by that and let me cup a bare buttock the final length of the corridor. Did I see your hand shake when you used your card to open the door? I followed you in and carefully closed the door closed behind us.
You stood in the centre of the room, and paused, as if working out what to do next. I moved towards you, intending to carry on from were we had left off. But you turned away and spoke over your shoulder,

“Hang on… I won’t be a moment”, and I watched you disappear into the bathroom.

I studied the door for a moment… considered the situation carefully, then - what the hell. You hadn’t locked it, and when I pushed the door open I found you perched on the loo as expected. You gave me a particularly dirty look and muttered something about a ‘sick puppy, and having a piss in peace’.  God you looked sexy, sitting there in your stockings, showing some tempting thigh, but the hem of your skirt and one hand hid you from my gaze.

“Show me.” Part plea, part  command.

You looked exasperated, and for a moment I thought you would refuse. Then, with a grimace you relented, and flashed me a glimpse of that smooth lipped slit and the silvery stream. Despite your feigned displeasure you couldn’t seem to help grinning at my reaction.

“Do you mind… can’t you wait until I’ve finished?”

“You just carry on, don’t mind me.” I muttered.

I stepped up to you, unzipped myself and pulled my cock out, semi hard after its recent immersion in the hot depths of your body. Your mouth opened - in surprise? Or was it anticipation? You really must tell me one of these days. There was minimal resistance as I placed one hand firmly on the back of your head and pressed you forward to meet me, and I filled the warm, wet O of your mouth, sliding deep, until your nose rubbed against my belt buckle. An initial resistance and then you were sucking on me, still damp from your pussy, with a hungry relish. It did not take your educated mouth long to bring me to full and throbbing life. You finished your piss, and sat there, as with a hand either side of your head, fingers combed through your hair I fucked your open mouth. God – I just couldn’t get enough of you… your legs spread either side of me, your mouth sliding back and forth on the glistening column of my flesh. Your eyes were rolled up, looking up at me, full of promise and debauchery. Sorry, I got a little carried away just then, and pressed even deeper down your throat – causing you to gag. We jerked apart and you grabbed at my bobbing length.

“Steady boy”, you laughed up at me, your hand squeezing me meaningfully. “Maybe we should adjourn to somewhere more sensible?”

A little reluctantly I stepped back, and you released me. You dried yourself, and stood, smoothing down your skirt. You ran your fingers through the mess I had made of your hair and grimaced again. You saw something in my gaze, and paused.

“What?”

“Take your bra off…please? But leave your top on.” I added hastily. 

“You are a sick puppy!” but you smiled and then quickly did my bidding in that wonderful, mind baffling way, without taking your top off. I waved you through to the bedroom ahead of me.

You stood in the centre of the room, your back to me, facing the bed as I walked up behind you, slipping my hand around your waist, and under your top. Your skin was warm and smooth, and I felt you tremble as my hands moved up to cup your breasts.… a lovely BSH by the way… oh – British Standard Handful. I fought down the sudden urge to bend you forward, have you kneel on the bed….
I pressed my hardness against the swell of your behind, and leaned over you, my lips brushing you shoulders and neck. I breathed into your ear, kissed the lob and then used my tongue to lick the outer surface, pulling back to move back to your neck and shoulders, as you shivered. I squeezed your breasts firmly and rubbed myself against your buttocks… God, I keep repeating it, but I just couldn’t get enough of you. Your whole body shook and you made a funny kind of noise, which I think conveyed at least a small amount of pleasure. I reluctantly released one warm orb of breast and moved my hand to your waist, over your stomach and enjoying the way you quivered. Then under the hem of your skirt. I placed my palm over the smooth hot mound of your sex, forefinger sliding easily into the groove. I licked your ear again, cupping your breast and circling the nipple, pressing my erection urgently against you once again. I forced a finger, then two, deep into your heat and wetness, feeling more of your weight and your knees parted and you pressed down on me. Your hands covered mine, pressing me and your neck stretched as you twisted, your mouth seeking mine.

I shook myself mentally, and released you. You caught my withdrawing hand, and raised the slippery finger to you mouth, even as I eased you round to face me. Your swallowed my finger to its base, your tongue tickled as you licked its length clean of your honey. You clearly relished the effect that had upon me – and so obviously enjoyed sating that weakness of mine. Satisfied you let me slip free and we stood motionless a moment, your face tilted up, hooded eyes locked on mine. Your gaze was warm and unguarded; I sensed a trust in you...

Reassured, I gently took your face in my hands. You closed your eyes then…and your moist lips parted in anticipation. I tilted my head forward and then kissed you. My mouth covering yours. My tongue hovered, teasing your parted lips, circling the heated opening. The hot silver of yours pressed back, teasing, inviting… and I followed eagerly. As we kissed hungrily, I could feel your hands on my waist, working around my protruding erection, undoing my belt. Once undone you pushed them down, along with my boxers, until gravity took over and they dropped around my ankles. Your skirt went the same way moments later. Without breaking the kiss you proceeded to unbutton my shirt and with a bit of rough pulling and tugging divested me of it. Despite my recent, mind blowing climax, I could feel the urgency in me once more. Your top quickly joined the rest of our clothes, and the warm pressure of your breasts rubbed against my bare chest.  My body hard against yours, I stepped forward, pressing you back, step by step, towards the waiting bed.
Then the edge of the bed caught the back of your legs and you sat abruptly,  breaking the mouth to mouth. I stooped and slipped a hand under each of your thighs, then lifted, causing you to go over onto your back. Wide eyed you grinned as I raised your legs up past the vertical, exposing your ass and your smooth, swollen lipped, wet look, cunt. I released your legs and you smiled at me knowingly,  and let them rest upon my shoulders, as I reached under your behind and lifted you even further towards me.

Your grin did falter slightly as I gazed down on your bare, recently fucked and newly shaved pussy, prolonging the pleasure. Your stockings only seemed to focus my gaze, framing the picture of your sex to perfection.  Giving myself a mental shake, and probably to your relief, I finally tore my eyes away. I knelt, bringing my face down to you, drinking in the sight of you, inhaling the hot aroma of female sex and fucking…

“God your are beautiful…. It was kind of you to shave,” I added.

“Hm… figured you had a thing for adolescent schoolgirls remember?”

“True… and it does make you irresistible..”

I dipped my head and licked the length of your smooth sex, feeling your entire body shudder. I peered awkwardly up at you as I felt your body shift as you raised yourself onto your elbows, to watch me. Awkward…

“Hang on” I muttered and then crawling onto the bed, I shoved you bodily up its length towards the headboard. The double row of fat hotel pillows formed a convenient back rest, that served to prop you up, allowing you to look down at the action. You read my mind again, and hooked your arms under the back of your knees, holding yourself open and so beautifully and obscenely vulnerable to me. Unable to resist the lure of you, I rubbed my face in you sex, in your cunt. I licked your thighs, from your stocking tops, to those delightful, complex curves where they joined your body. I licked and kissed the swell of your mound, the buttery labia and down to the shadowed dimple of your anus… I licked your cunt, forcing my tongue between the folds, lashing the length of your groove, flicking your clitoris and trying to see how far I could reach inside your hot depths. I ate and I drank of you. Dimly, I heard you moaning and could feel your body twist and writhe to the tune my mouth was playing upon you. I was lost in you, in your sex, in your heat and heady aroma. I was drowning in you.


She Said, He Said



Chapter 1: Memories of Kelly

She couldn't believe her eyes as she stared at her computer screen. She usually didn't open emails from people she didn't know but, but when she saw the name "Kelly" in the "Re:" category her heart skipped a beat and she caught her breath.

It was amazing how, even after 3 years the mere sight of his name could have such an effect on her. With a trembling hand, she opened the email from, "HoundogX." Slowly she read the message from her former lover:

"Just wanted to find out how you are doing and to let you know that I think of you every day and that I still love you with all of my heart. Please call me at 540-555-0496. Between the hours of 7am and 3pm... She'll be at work." - Love Kelly

She reached out and touched the computer screen as she read the words again. She couldn't believe he still thought of her. There had not been one day that he did not come into her thoughts. Her nights had been filled with memories of their many passionate nights together. She also couldn't help remembering all the broken promises he made and how empty he had left her when he chose to stay with his wife.

Although she was with someone else now, she couldn't love him. She knew she would never be able to love another man because Kelly still owned her heart. What they had shared was a bond stronger than time; something no other relationship could ever match. 

She realized a long time ago that they would never be together in this life, but she would love him without fail, until the day she died and into the next life if such a thing existed. 

He was married when she met him. She allowed herself to become the "other woman." She wasn't proud of it, but she couldn't help it. She could no more deny the love she had for him that she could stop the beating of her own heart. 

She remembered the first time he walked into the store where she worked... 

He was working for a landscaping company and had stopped in for a soda and a pack of cigarettes. She got the cigarettes for him, smiled at him teasingly, and said, "You know these are nasty in your mouth, right?" He smiled back and replied, "An idle tongue is the Devil's workshop." He said it suggestively and then looked at her and said, "Mmmm, Mmmm, Mmmm." Shaking his head and smiling, he left the store.

She watched him as he left. He wasn't a big man, hardly taller than she was. He had dark hair and a scruffy beard. He had the most intense grey eyes she had ever seen. She just laughed it off and tried to put him out of her mind. She flirted with a lot of men that came into the store, no one really ever took her seriously, it was just her personality. The guys around there just weren't man enough to handle a "big" woman. They didn't appreciate the kind of love a big woman could give. Big women love deeper and with more passion. She knew it would take a real man to handle her.

She couldn't get him off her mind all day. Something about him was different. She was wondering if she was gonna see him again and was losing hope as it neared her time to go home. Around 3 o'clock, a few minutes before she was to leave, he came back into the store. He looked over the other cashier to her and asked for a hotdog. She had to go to the other end of the counter to get it for him. As usual, she started to flirt, asking him if he was sure he wanted a "Big Bite" and not a "little nibble" instead. 

He shook his head and smiled when he said, "Mmmmm, a little nibble sounds good. I think you are beautiful. I love 'soft' women." She just blushed and handed him the hotdog. It wasn't often when they flirted back. And she never got compliments. 

As he was paying for his hot dog, she hurried and clocked out. She was going out the door when she saw him throw the hotdog into the trashcan, untouched. Curious, she asked him if something was wrong with it. He told her that he hated hotdogs. He said he had only asked for one so he could get her alone. He said he had been thinking about her all day. He asked her name. She told him it was Lynn.

He asked if he could get to know her better. She said sure and asked if he had an email address. They exchanged Email addresses. She gave him her number too. She had been single then. Then he looked at her a little sheepishly, and told her he was married. Her heart sank. He immediately told her that he wasn't happy and that she was on her way out. Against her better judgment, she said ok, they could talk and see where it would go. He looked so unhappy. He looked like he needed someone to talk too. They said goodbye. She doubted shed ever hear from him again. 

She left and went home. Falling into her normal routine, she started supper for her kids, listened to them tell about how school had gone. She helped them with their homework. Finally, she went into her room to shower. 

As she came out of the shower, the phone rang. She answered it and to her surprise, it was him. He asked what she was doing, she told him she was just getting out of the shower, he groaned and said he wished he were there. She was glad he couldn't see the blush on her face. He asked if she could come out to meet him. She told him she needed to finish dinner and she'd be there. 

She got dinner on the table and told the kids shed be back in a minute. 

She met him in a parking lot of a strip mall by a gym. He got out and got into her car. She was nervous as they talked; she thought they both were. She slowly learned about him as she let him talk; she simply listened. He told her that he and his wife had no children of their own. They had just recently taken custody of his drug-addicted sister's baby boy. The child was sickly and although he had badly wanted a son, his whole life, he was scared to get close to him for fear of losing him. He sad the boy was small and fragile.

He told her about his grandfather and his eyes began to sparkle as he told her about the "General Lee," his grandfather's nickname. 

Then he told her about his loveless marriage. He had married her when he was only 18 and she was 28. He was young and rebellious and when everyone told him he shouldn't marry her, he did it anyway, just to show them he could. Lynn did the math and figured out that she was the same age as his wife. Damn, he was young too. He said that she thought he was her son. She constantly nagged him and put him down. She made his life miserable. 

Lynn looked into his eyes and melted. She reached out and gently touched the side of his face with her fingertips. He closed his eyes and she could visibly see him gasp. She felt electricity running down her arm and to her heart. 

As he leaned in and kissed her gently, she got a flash of dejavu. It was as if they had done this before, that in some other place, some other time, she had kissed those lips. Her mind showed her a picture of him in buckskin clothes. It was a strange feeling, one she had never had before. It was as if a piece that had been missing in her life had only just now fallen into place. 

They sat there a while longer, talking quietly, gently touching each other. Each kiss becoming more and more passionate. The radio began to play "When somebody loves you" by Alan Jackson. God! It was romantic, almost perfect timing. 

Her mind kept screaming at her; telling her heart no. That this can't happen. He was a married man for goodness sake. She couldn't become one of the kind that are on Jerry Springer, the ones that confront the wife and professing undying love to a married man. She wasn't a home wrecker. That wasn't her. 

But her heart kept saying that it was ok as long as you keep it in perspective. Don't get too close. Just enjoy being with him. It's probably just a one-night stand anyway. 

He felt so familiar. She wanted to feel more of him. As it began to rain, they decided to go to Curtis Lake for more privacy. When they arrived, the rain had stopped to a drizzle. They decided to get out of the car. They were completely alone except for a few birds. 

He took her into his arms for the first time and held her tight. He was stronger than he looked. She felt completely safe for the first time in her life. How could she be feeling this comfortable with someone she just met? It was impossible. 

His touch heated her up. Everywhere he touched, everywhere he kissed her burned with fire. She wanted him, God help her, she did. If she gave into her feelings, what would he think of her? But, man, he was so hard to resist!

Her body emanated passion. His touch held unspoken promises of so much pleasure. His kisses made her tremble. He reached up and touched her face, pushing back a strand of her hair. She smiled shyly and moaned under his caress. He told her again, how beautiful she was. He told her she had beautiful eyes. His eyes burned with desire. 

They kissed passionately for a while. His hands were burning all over her body. Her hands traveling over his back, feeling his muscles tighten with need. She touched his chest and felt his heart racing. She ran her fingers though his hair, kissed his neck, and nibbled on his ear. It was now his turn to moan in pleasure. 

She felt herself getting wet with desire. He raised her shirt and exposed her bare breasts. He cupped them and gently squeezed them in his hands. He rubbed the hard nipples under his thumbs as he bent his head to kiss and suck each one sending goose bumps up and down her body. 

He moved from her breasts to her neck and back to her nipples again, he was driving her crazy with want. He slid his hand inside the waistband of her shorts and under her soaking wet panties to the wet softness underneath. He moaned aloud as he felt the silky smoothness of her and felt the evidence of her desire. His talented fingers quickly found her swollen clitoris and she squealed with delight as she dug her nails into his back, and arching herself to give him more access.

He raised his eyes to watch her face as he explored the very depths of her most intimate part; plunging his eager fingers deep inside her. His face showed how intent he was to pleasing her. His eyes full of wonder and passion. 

As the rain began to pick up, he knelt down and lowered her shorts and panties. He began to kiss her thighs, teasing her as she ran her fingers in his hair. Finally, he separated the lips with his tongue and fingers and plunged his tongue into her wetness. Licking with a thirst that seemed couldn't be quenched. Lynn thought she had died and gone to heaven as his expert tongue explored the depths of her until it found the treasure within. He flicked his tongue over and over her swollen clitoris, driving her insane with pleasure. Her hands tightened in his hair, pushing her face closer into her.

It began to rain even harder as he worked his masterful tongue over her sex. It began to thunder and lightening as well. He moved his fingers and tongue faster as she tensed up her legs feeling an orgasm growing near. 

Finally, with the rain pelting on her heated body, she felt the most wonderful climax of her life begin to take over her body. She screamed with delight as ripples of pleasure ripped through her body. 

As she stood there in the rain, trembling, he gently pulled her shorts back up and stood and gently held her close as he smiled into her face. He kissed her passionately. She could taste herself on him. She loved the way she tasted on his lips. 

As they stood there reeling from what had happened, they realized it was raining. Laughing, they ran to get into the car. She leaned over to him and thanked him. She told him how wonderful that had felt. He said that it was his pleasure, that he loved the way she tasted. 

She wanted to please him too and reached over to stroke his evident hard on. As soon as she touched him, he moaned with pleasure. She wanted to make him feel as wonderful as he had made her. She slowly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants to expose an erect penis. She took him into her mouth and worked her way up and down the shaft, stopping only to tease the head and drive him crazy as she flicked her tongue over the most sensitive part. His hands were in her hair, gently moving her head as he groaned aloud with pleasure. She gently cupped his balls and began to massage them as well. She loved the way he felt in her mouth and kept at it until she felt his balls tensed up and he finally exploded into her mouth, this time sending tremors of pleasure through his body. 

He pulled her up and kissed her deeply. He told her that he had never felt like that in his life. A loud clap of thunder sounded and seemed to rock the car, bringing them back to reality; they saw how bad this storm had become. Reluctantly, he suggested that they needed to be heading back now. 

On the way back to his car, they held hands and shared a comfortable silence. She was thinking about how right this felt and how, even though she knew he was married, she would see him again. 

Once they arrived back at his car, he leaned over to her, took her face in his hands, and gently kissed her goodbye. He said that he would try to be online later and that he couldn't wait until tomorrow when he promised to see her again. 

She had many mixed feelings as she drove back home. She knew what she was feeling was crazy but she had to see him again. She also knew that she was probably setting herself up for the biggest hurt of her life, but God! He had made her feel so good; she still couldn't escape the feeling of dejavu she had when she was with him. 

When she got home, she turned on her computer and logged into her screen name. She had barely finished adding HoundogX to her buddy list, when an instant message appeared from him on the screen. Her heart stopped for a second, her breath caught, no one had ever affected her this way before. She clicked to open the message and saw that he simply said, "Hey baby," she replied, "Hello there."

"What you doing?" he asked. "Nothing, just thinking of you," she replied. "Lookin forward to tomorrow," he said. "Me too" she said. "Where's the ball and chain?" she asked. "In the shower, she might be out soon." He answered. "All alone then?" she asked. "For now" he said. 

"We'll have to change the conversation, when she comes in the room," he told her. "That's fine" she responded. "You tasted so good today," he told her. "You did too," she said as she smiled, remembering. "Sorry, baby, she's coming out now," he warned. "Ok" she said. 

"So how'd you like the lake today, I worked all day," he asked her and she quickly caught onto what he was saying. "It was hot all day, but I think it got even hotter during the storm." She replied. "Yeah, I know what you mean." He said. "I got soaking wet, but it felt good," she said, grinning, enjoying this game. "Me too" he said. 

"Sorry, man, gotta go, the old lady wants on the computer and I need to hit the hay, I'm beat. " He said. "Ok, see ya tomorrow, gnight" she said and closed the instant message box. She logged offline, climbed into her bed, and thought about him as she was falling asleep. She couldn't wait to see him the next day. 

She went in to work with a smile on her face. As she was making coffee for the morning rush, she felt familiar fingers brush against her back. She looked around and was looking into Kelly's eyes, her heart skipped a beat, and he made her breath catch in her throat, as he always seemed to do.

She asked him how he slept the night before, he said, "Stiff as a board."

She smiled and said, "Mmmmmmm." He smiled and whispered in her ear, "Come with me today, I have to taste you again. I have to have all of you."

She wanted to leave right then. She didn't see how she could stand to wait all day to feel his touch and kisses. She missed him.

He came in again, around lunchtime. This time he handed her a small note. She put it in her pocket until she had time to steal a few minutes in the backroom to read it alone. Here's what he wrote:

"Lynn,

Hello, my sweet.

I know that it is very hard for you to keep on waiting. 

But if you'll, be patient, you will reap the fruit of

togetherness with me.

My heart will not rest easy until it comes to rest beside

yours. 

Please don't put me on a shelf, I need you in my life and 

will prove it to you. 

I am truly missing you very much and am truly sorry that

I am not giving more of myself to you right now. I just 

want to make you happy. I love the way you look right 

into my soul when we're together, the way speak when 

you talk to me, the way you make me feel inside with just

a word from your sweet lips. And your magical touch just 

sets me ablaze. If there is a greater feeling than pure love,

you bring it out in me. I do and will love you with every fiber

of my being until the day I leave this life.

Love,

Kelly"

Her hands trembled as she read his sweet words. Could it be true that he felt the same as she did? How could it be possible for two people to fall in love so quickly? She guessed, "Love at first sight" wasn't really a myth. It was the only way to describe how they felt for one another.

She felt as if she were walking on air all day. People commented on how happy she looked, on how she "glowed." Some people even said she looked as if she was hiding a secret. She would just smile and let them think whatever they wanted to. She anxiously awaited the promised pleasure she would receive later that day.

Finally, the time came to go home. She rushed out of there and went home to shower and wait for his call. She took the phone in the bathroom with her so she wouldn't miss him. She felt like a teenager again. As she was drying her hair, the phone rang. Her heart jumped to her throat as she heard his voice on the other end of the line. 

"Hello Beautiful" he said. "Hey Babydoll" she said. He asked her to meet him at the gym again. She quickly dressed and told the boys she was going out for a while. She was all jittery inside and couldn't wait to see him again. She felt like part of her was missing when he wasn't with her. 

As she pulled into the parking lot, she saw him sitting in a big Suburban truck. She pulled in next to him and he got out of the truck and walked over to her side of the car. He opened the door and asked her to come with him. Like a gentleman, he opened the passenger side door of the Suburban for her and she climbed inside. 

She asked where they were going this time. He said they were going to a private spot that he had discovered one day, while fishing at Able Lake. It was a small lake on the other side of the woods from Curtis Lake. It was private and secluded. 

He backed his truck down an old boat slip. It was overgrown; with weeds and woods on both sides, the lake behind them and the driveway in front surrounded the truck. It did seem that they were completely alone. 

He reached for her and took her into his arms again. She marveled at how good and safe she felt there. It just felt so right. He gently kissed her and then softly told her how much he had thought of her all day. She told him how much she loved his note and that he had been on her mind all day. That it was torture waiting all day just to be in his arms again. 

They began to kiss passionately, touching each other everywhere possible. The y couldn't get enough of each other. He pulled her shirt over her head and began to devour her breasts. She moaned in ecstasy as he lovingly stroked and nibbled her taunt nipples. 

She gently grabbed handfuls of his thick brown hair and pulled him closer to her. She loved the way he looked at her, the way he kissed her, the way he spoke to her. Damn, she did love this man, she knew it was crazy but she did love him, with all of her heart, she loved him.

For her to have fallen in love so fast, she had to have loved him in another life. That would be the only explanation. Why else would his body feel so familiar to her? Why would his mere presence bring back memories that could not possibly exist? Oh well, she thought as she became lost in his touch once again. It felt too good to worry about it now.




She Said, He Said



He moved up to kiss her mouth again, rolling his tongue around hers as if he were seeking something deeper inside her. He whispered in her ear that he wanted to move in the back of the truck. She looked behind her and noticed the seats were down and there was a whole lot more room back there. She smiled shyly and climbed over the seat into the roomy back.

She was nervous because she wasn't that confident that he would want her once he'd seen her without her clothes on. She hated being fat. He soon put all her fears and anxiety to rest as he climbed in back with her and took into his arms again. He told her how beautiful she was and how much he was looking forward to tasting even more of her sexy body. She looked at him as if he were an alien. No one had ever called her beautiful before. No one had ever made her feel "sexy" before. Never in her wildest dreams had she ever thought of herself that way. 

She helped him remove his clothes as she began to kiss his chest, biting his nipples and moving down to his stomach. She smiled to herself as she saw a tiny freckle in his belly button and kissed him there. She noticed a small hand drawn tattoo of a cross on his chest above his left nipple. She kissed it too. She asked about it, but he said it was a long story and he would tell her later. He ran his fingers in her hair and told her how good her kisses felt. 

She kissed back down his belly to his perfect penis. Hell, all of him was perfect as far as she was concerned. She bent down to take him into her mouth, but he stopped her. 

He said, no, he wanted to love on her. He laid her back and began to finish undressing her. He slowly took off her pants, kissing every part of her exposed skin, giving her goosebumps of pleasure. He paused to look up into her eyes and she covered her face with her hands and said, "Please don't look at me." He took her hands away and asked her why. She told him because she was fat and ugly. He looked at her seriously and asked her how she could say such a thing. He told her that she was so beautiful and wondered why she couldn't see that. He said he loved the way she looked, and then, as if to prove it, he began to kiss every part of her body he could find. 

She thought she had died and gone to heaven. He made her feel sexy for the first time in her life. 

When he moved his mouth over her wet sex, she shuddered with anticipation. He gently moved her thighs apart and she could feel his warm breath on her as he softly separated the lips and began to caress her clit. She moaned loudly, wiggling her behind around to give him better access as he slowly kissed and licked his way all over her hot pussy. He moved his lips on her-tasting her, drinking from her, telling her how wonderful she tasted. Moving his expert tongue around her clit and gently sucking on it, teasing it. He inserted some fingers inside her and began to move them in and out, as he worked to bring her to orgasm. She had no idea that it could ever feel this damn good. Then he surprised her when he began to gently caress her other hole- the forbidden one. At first, she jumped and moved away, but he gently held her there and whispered for her to be still and trust him. He just wanted to please her. She began to relax as he taught her, slowly and gently to enjoy something that she had always thought of as risqué. 

He soon brought her to the most exquisite orgasm of her life. It took her a few moments before she could speak. My god! Was he fantastic or what? He kissed his way back up to her mouth. Her whole body was on fire. She tingled to the bone. 

She wanted to please him in return, but he told her that today was her day. He said they would have plenty of an opportunity in the future for him. He softly kissed her face with butterfly kisses. He told her she had beautiful eyes. She touched his chest and wondered at how perfect her hand fit over his heart. 

As they laid there looking into one another's eyes, they didn't need any words to realize the bond that sealed their hearts together. Tears began to fall from her eyes as she saw so many things in his. She saw the love and the pain, the loneliness and happiness and passion. His eyes were truly like windows to his soul. 

Still looking into her eyes, he moved over her and positioned himself between her legs. She spread her thighs to give him access to her. His eyes never left hers as he entered her, filling her with his hardness. They both gasped with pleasure as if electricity had shot through them. 

It felt as if he were not only entering her body, but her soul, her very being. If felt so right. He fit perfectly inside her as he began to stroke her inside and out. 

Tears were still streaming out of her eyes at the beauty of the moment. He leaned down and kissed her tears away and whispered words so sweet and so right for the moment. She felt almost like a virgin all over again. Surely she was, in a since, because he had lived 38 years and had given birth to three children and yet had never once felt this much pleasure and this much emotion while having sex. She now knew the true meaning of "making love."

He began to move faster and they began to kiss more passionately. She grabbed his firm ass and pushed him deeper inside her, wanting all of him. He kissed her neck and breasts. They were like starving people trying to satisfy a long neglected hunger. 

He called out her name and she, his. They move feverishly toward climax; moving together, instinctively knowing what the other needed. Finally, together, they exploded in the most fantastic climax of their lives. 

He fell on her gently as she pulled him close, not wanting to let him go. God! She wished he were truly her man. She briefly wondered how his wife could ever let him out of her sight. 

He had told her that his wife had always been a prude when it came to sex. The she has so many walls up, it was impossible to be with her. He told Lynn that she had more passion in her baby toe than his wife had in her whole life. 

They noticed it was getting dark outside. Where had the time gone? The regrettably began to get dressed again. As he opened the door and got out of the truck to put his pants on, he looked to his left down the path and then back at her. He told her not to sit up until she had clothes on. Curious, she looked in the direction he was looking. There, at the end of the path, sat two old fishermen, leaning against their truck, arms crossed, and grinning at them. The old men just chuckled as Kelly turned beat red. Lynn gasped and ducked behind the front seat. "Well," Kelly laughed,

" Maybe they learned a thing or two, ya think?"

The next day she awoke to the sound of the telephone ringing. His voice immediately made her feel warm all over. He said, "Good Morning, Beautiful, I miss you." She told him that she missed him too. She asked him how his night had gone. He said he'd slept on the couch, slept like a baby. He also told her that he had woke up with a huge hardon and thinking of her. 

"Mmmmmm" she said, remembering how good that "hard on" had felt inside her the day before. She began to get wet just thinking about him. As he spoke to her in his slow sexy voice, she began to heat up all over, aching for his touch. She told him how she was feeling. He groaned and said he wished he were there, but he had his son until noon. She told him she understood, but that still didn't change the fact that of how badly she wanted him. 

He said he had a temporary solution that may help relieve the "tension" she was feeling. 

He told her to take off everything she had on. She told him that she had slept naked; he liked that. He said he was naked now also and she thought of him lying there with an erection. It was driving her crazy.

He told her to close her eyes and relax. She did as he asked. He told her to lightly stroke her neck with her fingertips and think of his fingers on her. Then he told her to move her fingers to her breasts. He told her to wet her fingertips first and then stroke her nipples. She moaned as she did as he suggested. She moaned loud enough for him to know it felt good.

She could hear him becoming more excited listening to her. She asked him to stroke himself while she was doing the same. He said that he already was. The thought of that made her even hotter.

He then told her to gently, lightly, stroke her stomach. She did, and it sent shivers all over her. Next, he said to spread her legs and stroke her inner thighs. He warned not to touch her clit yet, it wasn't time. He said to imagine him there, kissing her thighs, gently biting and sucking his way to her juice. He said he was remembering how delicious she tasted and her alluring scent was addictive. He told her that no other woman had ever had this powerful an effect on him in his life. 

He told her to slowly touch the outside of her sweet, love mound. She told him how very wet she was, and begged him to hurry and let her touch herself. He chuckled wickedly and said, "Don't worry Baby, we'll get there together." She moaned in anticipation.

He told her to slide her finger inside. She groaned with pleasure. She told him again how wet she was. He told her how bad he wished he could taste her right then. She could hear his breathing coming quicker and more strained as she pictured him stroking himself while thinking of her.

He told her to taste herself for him she took her finger out, put it into her mouth, and sucked it loudly for him to hear. She said, "Mmmm, I taste good, but I like the way I taste on your lips better." He said, "Yes, you do taste delicious in my mouth." 

He then told her to put her finger back inside herself for him. Finally, he gave her permission to touch her clit. She cried out with pleasure the moment she began to rub her swollen love button. He told her to imagine it was his tongue instead of her finger. 

As she rubbed faster and faster, she could hear him stroking faster with her, pleading her to hurry. As she brought herself to an amazing orgasm, she could hear him reaching the edge himself. She continued to moan and told him to imagine her mouth working all over his swollen erection; gently rolling his balls around on her tongue. 

He lost control at that moment, she could hear him shuddering as he struggled to regain control. 

When he was finally able to speak, he said, Baby you're even good on the phone!" She said, "Yeah, so are you. Now, let's do it again!" she teased. 

He said, "Yeah, right! You just wait til I get you in my arms again." That was a threat she couldn't wait for him to follow through with. She hoped it would happen soon.

They talked for a few minutes more and then he said that he'd better go because he needed to clean up and get dressed before the baby woke up. But, he promised that he would do his best to see her later in the day, or at least, he would call her or see her online. 

She said ok, regrettably and let him go. He said, "Goodbye, for now my love," he then kissed her through the phone and hung up.

She lay there for a few moments and wondered if she was going to be able to handle this kind of relationship. It felt so good to feel the way he made her feel, yet she knew it was only a matter of time before she would get hurt, despite what he told her about an impending divorce, she knew the reality of the situation. She told herself she needed to end this before it destroyed her heart. She could already feel herself falling in love with him, which was crazy in and of itself. 

Finally, she decided that it was out of her control now; she would ride this relationship out to its end, if she got hurt, and she could blame no one but herself. This just felt too damn good to stop it now. She had never felt like this in her life. He made her feel so sexy and desirable. He didn't seem to notice her being overweight-actually, it seemed to turn him on. She couldn't see why, hell, she didn't care why; she just loved the way she had been feeling since he had walked into her life.

She got out of bed and took a long, hot shower as she thought about what they had done on the phone. What a wonderful way to start the day, she thought and smiled.

It was her day off and she busied herself by cleaning her house and catching up on the laundry. She was taking a stack of folded laundry into her room when there was a knock at the sliding glass doors that led to the deck off outside her bedroom. She opened the vertical blinds and squealed with surprise to see Kelly standing there.

She opened the doors and let him in. He grabbed her immediately and began to kiss her passionately. When she finally caught her breath, she asked him why he was there, not, that she was complaining. He said he was on his lunch break and decided to eat her for lunch. She giggled, just thinking about it. 

He backed her against the wall as he began to kiss her again. She loved the way he kissed. He began to massage her breasts and kiss her neck. She couldn't breathe, it felt so good. He moved his hands under her shirt, pulled it over her head, and then proceeded to devour her breasts. He then went to the waistband of her shorts, began to lower them to the floor, and took them off.

He knelt down and began to kiss her thighs, moving up to separate her already wet lips with his gentle fingers as his talented tongue sought out her quickly swelling clit. 

As he worked his magic with his tongue, he saw how much her legs were trembling; he stood and led her by the hand to the bed. He had her lie back onto the edge of the bed with her legs handing over the side. He then knelt on the floor between her legs and continued to "have lunch" until she screamed with the pleasure of an orgasm that ripped through her body.

He then began to kiss his way up across her stomach, stopping to kiss each of her nipples, to her neck and finally to her lips. Her body felt alive with the pleasure he was giving her body.

As he kissed her, she felt desire for him building again. She rolled him over onto his back and grinned up at him as she began to undo his belt and then his pants. Then she yanked his pants down, exposing his erect penis. 

She knew he didn't have that much time, so she regrettably bypassed kissing his beautiful erection and straddled him instead. She moved on top of him, reached down, and put him inside her. He began to moan with pleasure as he moved up and down, grinding herself on him. He filled her up so perfectly.

He surprised her by picking her up and thrusting himself deeper inside her. They moved faster and faster together and soon found a rhythm that sent waves of thrills throughout their bodies, creating a climax that left them both speechless. 

They lay there in each other's arms for a few moments until his cell phone rang, bringing them back to reality. Apologizing, he answered it. It was his work crew, wondering where he was. He told them he was on his way. He looked at Lynn and she could tell by his eyes that he wanted to stay with her, but she knew, he had to go.

He kissed her wan went to the bathroom to quickly wash up before he left. She stood behind him and watched him in the mirror. She admired his tawny, muscular body. She looked up and saw the way they looked together in the mirror. They looked so perfect together. She reached around him and began to "help" him wash his penis. She could feel it begin to stiffen. He moaned and leaned back against her and said, "You know, I'm never gonna get out of here if we continue this." She smiled at him in the mirror, and asked, "Would that be so bad?" 

They both knew the answer to that and reluctantly, she let him finish washing. As she continued to watch him in the mirror, she realized that her heart no longer belonged to her; He had taken possession of it; or had he always had it? Every time he touched her, she felt their souls bonding tighter and tighter. She wondered if he could feel it too.

When he had finished and dressed, he gave her a long kiss and told her he would try to get by to see her after he got off work. Her heart ached as she watched him leave.

She went in to take a shower, but took her time enjoying his scent that was still on her body.

It was hard for her to get anything else done that day. Her mind was on Kelly. She couldn't explain the way she felt about him. She had never let her heart go this quickly before. She knew she was probably going to get hurt but she figured, at least she would have some good memories after it was over. 

Later, when the children got home, she helped them with their homework and spent time with them talking about their weeks. 

She didn't want to involve them in her personal life. She didn't want to see them get attached to someone who may not be around for long.

Later that afternoon, she was in her room on the computer, when there was another tap on her sliding doors. She looked up to see him standing there. She smiled and got up to let him in.

They hugged and then kissed each other. He smiled and touched her face. He told her that he had missed her. He took her by the hands and led her to the bedside. He surprised her when he sat in the computer chair and rolled close to her. He told her that he just wanted to spend some time talking to her. He said he wanted to look into her eyes and just talk, that's all. He didn't want this to be just about sex. He needed to know her, what she thought, what she felt. And he wanted her to know him as well.

They talked until it was dark outside. They shared a lot of themselves with each other. She learned that he was a person driven by emotion. That he loved to fish and hunt. She loved the way his eyes shown with passion as he described the excitement of the hunt. He told her that one of his dreams was to be hunting and fishing guide in the mountains somewhere. She could see him doing that. She thought it would be the perfect place for him.

She told him about her sons, about her divorce and the death of their father. She told him about the estranged relationship with her family. Together, they found that they were both lost souls who were missing that one, unconditional love in their lives. He told her that he had a great deal of respect for her. He said that she was a strong woman who had gone through a lot.

Eventually, it was time for him to go. They stood up and he took her into his arms and whispered into her ear that he would give anything to stay with her all night. He kissed her long and passionately and told her good night as he touched her face with his fingertips. 

She walked him out; they kissed again and said he'd see her the next day.

The next morning, the phone rang. She smiled as she answered it, "Good Morning, Beautiful," he said on the other end of the line. She told him good morning back and asked him how his night had gone. There was tension in his voice when he said he had argued all night long with "the Bitch." He said that when he had gotten home last night, she started arguing with him because she wanted sex, and he couldn't even think of touching her after now knowing what the touch of a "real" woman felt like. 

Her heart was in turmoil, she told him that she didn't want to be the cause of any problems for him. He said that they had been having problems for years before he had met Lynn.

Lynn told him that she needed to get ready for work and had to go. He promised to come by and see her later. He said he couldn't wait to see her. 

They saw each other periodically throughout the day. On the last visit, he looked like something was wrong. She asked if he was ok, he said yes, but he had to go home straight from work because the baby was sick and he had to go to the hospital. Lynn felt bad for him and the mother in her worried about the baby. She kissed his cheek and said she hoped everything would be ok. She asked that if he got the time, could he give her a call and let her know how the baby was doing. He said he would, if he could.  




She Said, He Said



He did manage to call her that night, the baby was ok, and he would see her the next day. 

The next morning when he came in, he looked haggard like he hadn't slept all night. He told her that that was in fact the situation. He said that having a sick baby was a scary situation and he had worried all night about the child. She completely understood what he was saying. 

He spent the next few days close to home but they talked every day and they saw each other as much as possible. He told her he missed her and couldn't wait to spend some quality time with her again. He thanked her for her patience.

One day he came over to her house. After they made love, which was as wonderful as usual, he told her he was going to be going away for a couple of weeks. Puzzled she asked him why. He said that he had to take his family to Louisiana for a vacation. He told her that he didn't want to go, but they were pressuring him to. He said he would miss her so much. He promised to call her as soon as he could. 

The day before he left, they agreed to meet at Able Lake again for "one for the road." They parked in the same spot as before. He began to make love to her slowly and with intensity that she hadn't seen before. He kissed her as if he was never gonna see her again. He kissed her eyes, her cheeks, her mouth, saying he was sealing their beauty in his heart and in his memories for while he was gone. 

He tasted her breasts and further down. He said that he wished he could bottle her juices and take them with him. She closed her eyes and savored the memory of his touch and kisses, wondering how she was gonna make it without him for two whole weeks. 

He moved slowly and with purpose inside her and then he stopped and looked into her eyes. She asked him what was wrong. He reached up and touched her face; his hand was trembling. He had tears in his eyes. He said, "Lynn, Baby, I am so in love with you that it hurts. It kills me that the woman I love lives and sleeps 20 minutes from me every night. It kills me that I can't hold you and wake up beside you. I wish it were you I was taking to Louisiana, not her. Its like, I'm not a whole person when I'm not with you. I never realized that something was missing my whole life until I met you. My god, Lynn, I love you, I love you with all that I am."

By the time he had finished telling her these things, she was in tears, too. She found it amazing that he had just given voice to everything she had been feeling, but was scared to tell him. She had loved him since the first time she had touched his face in the parking lot of the gym.

They continued to make love not just with their bodies, but also with their hearts. They moved as if they were one person with one heart. 

That evening as they said goodbye to one another, their hearts ached. They held onto each other until they had no choice but to let go. It seemed as if two weeks were a lifetime.

She spent those two weeks as if moving through a fog. A part of her was missing. She busied herself by writing to him in a diary and waiting for his call. She missed his morning calls; she longingly looked toward the door of the store hoping he would walk through. 

About the end of those two weeks, the phone rang one evening. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard his voice at the other end. He apologized for not calling before that and said he had not been allowed any time by himself to call, but he couldn't stop thinking about her, he missed her so much. He said he couldn't wait to see her and that he loved her so much. She told him she felt the same way. They talked for a few more minutes and made plans to see each other the day after he got back home. 

She took that day off, wanting to devote the entire day to him. She woke up early that morning. She took a long, hot shower, taking great care while getting ready for him. She wanted to look as good as possible for him. She slipped into a silky negligee, she had never bought one of those before, but he made her feel sexy, so she was hoping he would like it. She felt sensuous. 

She heard a tap on the door and her heart skipped a beat as she ran to open the door for him. He had cut his beard into a goatee; she had told him once that they were sexy. He looked so good to her. As soon as he was inside, he grabbed her and started showering her with kisses. Telling her how beautiful she was. He told her she smelled good too. He told her she looked sexy. 

They lay on the bed and could not touch each other enough. It was as if they were starving for each other. Their clothes seemed to disappear. They kissed as if they had been apart for not weeks, but years. His touch was like fire burning to her soul. He kissed and tasted every part of her body, from head to toe and back up to drink her juices. Licking deep inside her, rolling his tongue around her clit. She wanted to taste him too, and soon maneuvered him into the 69 position. She began to suck and lick his balls and the shaft of his erect penis. Taking him deep into her mouth as they pleased each other orally, they moaned with long awaited pleasure. 

Finally, they could wait no longer and she begged to have him inside her. He moved around, got between her open thighs, and easily found her entryway. He slid into her and they both gasped with pleasure. 

It felt like her heart was complete again. He touched her face lovingly and told her how much he loved her. She gently ran her hands along the muscles of his back and down to his firm ass, pushing him deeper inside her. 

He held her tighter as he thrust deeper inside her, hitting her G spot, again and again. He finally came inside her with a groan of pleasure. They lay there for a few moments, glad to be a part of one another again. Then he rolled to the side and took her into his arms. She lay with her head on his chest, listening to his heart beating, stroking his belly with her nails. 

He told her about his hunting adventures with his friend, Andy, while in Louisiana. She loved hearing him tell those stories. They talked and made love all day until it was time for him to leave. This time when he said goodbye, it was, ok. She knew she would see him again soon.

The next morning when he came into the store, he was visibly angry. She asked him what was wrong; he said he was so sick of his boss. He was ready to quit that job. Lynn thought for a minute and then told him about her sister's business. It was property maintenance and they needed a supervisor for the sweeper truck part of it. It was a night job. He sounded interested, so she told him she would take him over there and introduce him to his sister and her husband after work.

She introduced them to her sister, Tricia and her husband, Mike that afternoon. Mike and Kelly hit it off right away while talking about their shared interest in deer hunting. Her sister was just concerned about Lynn getting hurt. They agreed to give Kelly a chance. 

Lynn was excited because this meant she could ride along with him in the sweeper truck and spend the night with him every night. 

They spent months working together at nights. Having all kinds of sexual adventures in the sweeper truck. Including going down the interstate butt naked, playing with each other, other times she would kiss him and lick him until he had to pull over to continue their play. 

There were many nights that he would stop sweeping a parking lot like Wal-Mart or Home Depot, come around to the passenger side of the truck, take Lynn's shorts off, and lick her until she came. 

Many mornings her sister would call her to complain about the footprints on the windshield. Lynn would just laugh. 

Those months flew by. Sometimes she would forget that he was married because she spent so much time with him. He even spent the night at her house a few times. He would pay hell the next day, but he said it was worth it. 

Over the months, though, he was also becoming close to the baby. He had nicknamed the baby, Stick, because he said he looked like a little stick figure. Lynn could see the love for this baby in Kelly's eyes when he spoke of him. She knew how badly he wanted a son of his own. She also knew that if he ever had to make a choice between her and the baby, she would lose. She understood that and tried to prepare her heart.

On Kelly's birthday, Lynn prepared a special evening for him. She asked her sister for the night off for both of them. She lit candles in the bedroom and the bathroom. When he arrived, she ran him a hot bubble bath. She undressed him slowly. Once in the tub, she began to wash his body, lovingly, using a soapy bath glove. She washed his feet taking each toe and washed them individually in an up and down motion, looking at him seductively, suggestively. 

She moved down his legs to his thighs, reaching below the water and gently washed his ass and his "forbidden" spot. She removed her glove and with soapy hands began to wash his balls as he moaned with pleasure. She stroked the shaft of his erect penis. 

When the water began to get cool, she asked him to get out she gently patted him dry, deciding at the last minute to lick the water from his penis instead of using the towel, 

He tried to take her into his arms but, this time, she said no, this was all about him that night. 

She led him to the bed and had him lie face down on the bed. She then smiled as she removed a cloth covering a tray on the bedside table to reveal a bowl of ice cubes and four ropes.

She took the ropes into her hands and whispered for him to trust her as she slipped the ropes around his wrists and ankles. Tying him to the bedposts in a spread eagle position. She stepped back to look at him. Damn, he looked so sexy lying there!

She climbed on the bed, straddled his ass, and reached for the bowl of ice. 

She took a cube from the bowl and touched it to his neck, he shouted in shock, but soon began to see the purpose as she licked the spot where the ice had been. She did all the way down his spine. First applying the ice, then licking it up with her hot mouth. 

When she got to his ass, she applied the ice to the both cheeks, licked, and gently bit his buttocks. Then, acting on impulse, she let the ice slide between his cheeks. She had never gone there before with anyone before, she was unsure. But thinking, what the hell, she followed the ice cube with her tongue. The moment her tongue touched his "forbidden" spot, he almost came up off the bed. She giggled and continued to drive him nuts, reaching under him to massage his balls as she continued to tease him there. She felt his hard, erect penis. It had never been so hard. He was speechless. All he could do was moan with pleasure, and kept saying, "Oh my god!" over and over.

She had never been so hot, herself. As she continued to explore his naked body, she found another sensitive spot behind his knees. She went down to his toes and sucked on them for a while before she told him to turn over onto his back. 

She untied him briefly for him to turn over and then retied him to the bed. She began at his toes this time and worked her way back up his body; Purposefully, moving around his still erect penis, to his belly, allowing her breasts to rub on his balls and his penis. 

Reaching for another ice cube, tracing his belly button with it, and following that with her hot tongue, sending shivers through his body. She kissed and bit his neck and earlobes. Finally, she took the ice, traced his sexy lips, and then passionately kissed them. 

His eyes held a glazed look as she began to move back down his chest with the ice and her mouth. This time, she did stop at his erection. She moved to his inner thighs, took his balls into her mouth, and rolled them around on her tongue. She flicked her tongue under his balls, teasing the space between his ass and his balls. She accidentally let her tongue slip lower and heard him gasp with pleasure, so she kept her tongue there a little longer while stroking his growing erection. Licking him and driving him crazy. She came back up to the shaft of his extremely hard penis and began to kiss and lick it. She took the head into her mouth, loving the feel of it on her tongue. When she felt his balls begin to tighten and she stopped and moved up to straddle him. She never really liked being on top, but tonight she felt more sure of herself than she had ever felt in her life. She never knew she could bring someone so much pleasure. 

She impaled herself on his erect penis. Hearing him gasp for about the hundredth time that night only encouraged her to continue. She loved the control she felt. She rode him, trying to milk every drop of cum out of him. God! He felt so damned good inside her! He strained against the ropes trying to thrust deeper inside her. 

Finally, he let out a yell of release as he came inside her. She could feel him pulsating inside her. She quickly moved off him and went down tot lick him clean. She loved the way they tasted together and he cried to be freed because the sensation was too much for him. 

Finally, she untied him and he lay spent, exhausted. He finally found the words to speak and told her how wonderful that was. He had never experienced anything that felt that good in his life. 

She simply smiled, and said, "Happy Birthday, Baby."

After that evening, their sex life was even more fantastic than before. That night seemed to open a door to the forbidden. They experienced all kinds of taboo desires; everything from anal to oral pleasure. She was nervous about the anal part, they both were. Neither of them had ever experienced anything like that, they had heard that it hurt. But, one night, they tried it, took their time, and discovered another "first" in their sexual experiences. All it took was patience and trust. 

They were eight months into this relationship and she was surprised that it had lasted this long. She could see the strain of living a double life was wearing on him. It worried her. 

On the few occasions she had been to his house while his wife was at work, she saw the evidence of this other life; the family photos and the wedding pictures. But her love for him blinded her to the reality of what she was involved in. She didn't want to think about what was wrong in this relationship, only how good she felt with him. 

One day, he called her at work and she could tell he was upset. He told her that Lisa had found one of the letters Lynn had written him. He said that she was on her way to confront her. 

Lisa confronted Lynn outside of the store, woman to woman. She asked Lynn how long she had been seeing Kelly. When she told her eight months, Lisa said, "No wonder its been eight months since he's touched me." She asked Lynn whether she was gonna keep seeing Kelly. Lynn told her she didn't know, all she knew was that she loved him. Lynn saw the hurt in the other woman's eyes and she hated herself for being the cause of it. 

Once Lisa left, Lynn got in her car and wept. She knew that it was over, that it would never be the same. Even though she knew this day would come, she wanted to die inside. The hurt ripped through her. She felt as if her heart had been torn in half. 

She couldn't breathe. She drove out to Curtis Lake; ironically, it was raining. She got out of the car and screamed as loud as she could. She was so angry. Angry at herself, angry at Kelly, angry at the world, angry that her perfect world was over. She didn't want to go back to being lonely again. 

Damn, how was she going to live after knowing a love like that? She truly wanted to die. She didn't want a life without him in it. She sat on the wet ground, her back against her car and wept as she hugged herself. She wept for all they had sheared, for all they could have had. She even wept for Lisa. She never intended to cause anyone any pain. 

She finally drove back home and took a shower. She still hadn't stopped crying. He stopped by before he went to work to check on her. He found her lying on her bed in the fetal position, still crying. 

He took her into his arms and began to cry too. He held her and said he was sorry over and over again. He told her that he loved her with all of his heart. He also told her that his family were ganging up on him and threatening that he'd never see the baby again if he didn't stop seeing her. He said it was like asking him to take his heart out of his chest and cut it half. 

They sat there for a while and just held each other and cried until he had to leave for work. 

Over the next few weeks, Lynn felt as if someone close to her had died. She spent most of that time in tears even when she didn't think she had any more tears in her. 

Everywhere she went held memories of him. Lisa would purposefully come into the store, when she was working, and buy cigarettes just so she could gloat in Lynn's face. Lynn couldn't really blame her; she would probably do something similar if the roles were reversed. 

Lynn and Kelly saw each other a few times over the next few months, but the pain took precedence over the joy. She was happy to see how much Kelly loved his son. The boy had grown a lot over the past year. 

Lynn had been in and out of relationships searching for what she had with Kelly, hoping that another one could exist for her. 

She finally made up her mind that if she couldn't be with the one she loved, she find someone the could offer her security. That's how she found the man she was living with today. 

She remembered the last time she had seen Kelly. It was the day before she moved to Alabama, 3 years ago. 

They sat in her car in the Home Depot parking lot. He told her that he still loved her and that he always will. He said that his body longed to be with her again. She told him that she felt the same way. They kissed one more time and he reached into his pocket and produced a small leather pouch. He opened it and poured its contents into his hand. There were tiny shapes made of jade and metal. 

Curious, she asked what it was. He told her that the Indians kept these pouches on them while hunting in the woods. If they were to ever become lost, they would clear a space on the ground and empty the contents of the pouch on the ground. Each item held a specific purpose. One would point to food, one would point to water, one would point to shelter, and a tiny compass etched into one of the metal pieces would point the way north, helping the Indian find his way home. 

Kelly returned the items to the pouch and placed it into her hand. He looked her into the eyes and told said, "If you ever feel lost, Baby, use this. Maybe it will help us find each other again. I love you, sweetheart."

He took her into his arms and held her tight, "My god!" he said, and "I love you so damn much! I wished there were a way we could be together. I am so very sorry for all of the pain I have caused you." 

He then kissed her one final time and got out of the car, wiping his eyes as she walked him away. 

Back in the present, Lynn looked at the computer monitor, then at the time. She reached for the phone, picked it up, and dialed his number.



She Said; He Said



HER:

It's funny, we seemed to have learned so much about each other in the time we'd been emailing. We'd learned about each other's likes and dislikes, our interests, the day to day victories and annoyances. We'd fantasized and imagined, but were never sure that we would manage to connect in the real world. 

That made the time leading up to my trip more nerve-racking than it usually was. Normally, I would only be concerned with packing; arranging for bills to be paid; finding someone to watch the house and the dog and water the plants; hoping I would make my connections and would be able to "unfold" myself after sitting in those cramped conditions known as "economy." 

This time, though, I also was second guessing my decision to come to Sydney. I'd been burned once by meeting up with someone who assured me that his marriage was in name only, that he really had no commitments, that the divorce papers had been signed. Turns out he lied. Long story, but when his wife caught him sneaking into the hotel when he was supposed to be at the office, it wasn't a pleasant scene. Would that happen again? Had you lied to me? Would you have feelings of guilt because your wife was waiting at home? Would you like the "real" me? Would I like the "real" you? In short, would our meeting live up to the online fantasies?

The flight to Australia is always long. The airport connections are always tedious. The food is always (let's be blunt here) the equivalent of "prison swill," and the seats are always too small. This trip was no different. I arrived in Sydney tired from lack of sleep, stiff from being confined to the airline equivalent of a straight-jacket, and in need of a stiff drink. I refuse to drink on flights. The one time I did so, we hit turbulence and my gin and tonic ended up all over the front of my suit. I was on my way to a business meeting, and, when I arrived and introduced myself, the faces of the executives around the table seemed to suggest that I should have attended an AA meeting rather than made a sales call. I didn't make the sale, and I've stuck with drinking only water on flights since then.

After a quick drink at the bar, I checked into my room and took a brief nap followed by a long hot shower. The water cascading over my breasts and down my body was soothing and relaxing, working on my tired and stressed muscles and joints and bringing me much needed relief. Thinking about our rendezvous later that evening made me want to seek a different kind of relief, and my hands spread the lather of soap over my nipples and slowly down my stomach to that sensitive place nestled between my thighs. As my mind worked on all the possibilities that awaited, my fingers stroked and probed, bringing me closer and closer to climax. My fingers gently massaged my clit, while my other hand spread my lips apart and I dipped one and then two inside me. I imagined that, instead of my fingers on my clit, they were yours. Instead of my other fingers probing my depths, it was your cock thrusting in and out. The rivulets of water blended with my juices and I brought myself over the brink, my inner muscles clenching my fingers and my pussy gushing.

I leaned back against the shower wall, my legs slightly weak and my body quivering as I felt the spasms continue, albeit more slowly. Eventually, they subsided and I was left with that wonderful sense of warmth and well-being that comes after an intense orgasm. Only three hours before we were to meet. I turned off the water and wrapped myself in one of the big, fluffy white towels. Going into the bedroom, I lay down on the bed and perused the room service menu. The hotel was in the Rocks area of Sydney, and my room had a wonderful view over the harbor. It didn't take long for the salad I'd ordered to arrive and, as I sat there in my towel, I ate slowly, enjoying the view of the water and pondering for the hundredth time just what the evening would bring.

You had booked the hotel, so you knew just where to find me, but we had agreed to meet at a local bar and restaurant called Pony. Their small-plate menu sounded like a perfect way to start the evening, especially since I was still nervous and seriously doubted that I would be able to eat much. Time passed quickly as I watched the activities on the harbor. The water reflected the deep blue of the sky and contained the watercraft of the myriad souls whose lives did not require them to be in an office from 9-5. Eventually, I rose, fixed my hair and makeup and considered what to wear. After careful consideration, I picked a short dress, black with ruffles and a low-cut neckline, not so low that it was indecent, but certainly low enough to advertise a generous amount of breast. A lacy, slightly sheer black bra and thigh-high stockings went on first. I debated whether or not to wear the matching lace panties. They were lovely and set off my assets well, on the other hand, I thought that perhaps you would be intrigued if I didn't include them in my choice of clothing for the evening. I slipped my dress over my head, checked my hair and make-up again, and left the room. 

At seven o'clock sharp, I arrived at the restaurant. You must have been as anxious as I. As soon as I entered I saw you sitting at the table. Your picture didn't do you justice and I felt my heart rate increase slightly as I considered the evening ahead of us. The maitre d' escorted me to the table and the smile on your face mirrored mine as you stood up to kiss me. It was a deep kiss, our tongues entwining and your arm encircling my waist. I would have been happy to leave and head back to the hotel room at that minute, but the maitre d' cleared his throat and I saw that he was holding the chair and waiting for me to be seated.

I quickly sat down. After we ordered and were sipping our drinks, the tension that I had been feeling all day melted away, to be replaced by a tension that was far more centered. My mind drifted back to the shower and I thought how glad I was that there would be room in the shower later for both of us. Your hand had wandered under the table and was resting gently on my knee. I moved it slightly up my leg, giving you what I hoped was tacit encouragement to continue your exploration as I began my own. You looked momentarily startled when you felt my hand stroking your cock through your pants, but I could tell by the smile on your face, and the hardening I could feel under my hand that my attentions were welcome. Your hand climbed higher, finally reaching the lace at the top of my stockings. I felt your hesitation as you stroked the smooth skin of my inner thigh, but my smile and my increased pressure on your cock caused you to continue, stopping only when you felt the wetness of my pussy under your fingers.......

HIM:

It had been a long drive ; four hours before I finally pulled into the carpark of the Holiday Inn, top of The Rocks. It's a beautiful spot, nestled next to the Harbour Bridge and across Circular Quay to the opera house. It's a lovely old world building typical of the historic feeling that is The Rocks, but with all the creature comforts of today. 

I was drained, and after throwing my bag on the bed, I collapsed, wanting to drift off but knowing it was "T minus 3 hours" before I met with you for the first time. The online conversations had been great, no, more than great. The way we knew where the other was taking a conversation, an actual meeting was inevitable; we had to take it to the next step. Guilt wasn't on my mind. You had made me so comfortable about 'us' and, as my marriage was a friendship, more like a brother and sister living together than husband and wife, I did not have any hesitation about this meeting. The adage of "staying together for the kids" made sense. A play and film that starred Jack Thompson and Russel Crowe couldn't have said it better - "The Sum of Us." Our children are no more, no less, than "the sum of us." So, why no guilt? The comfortable way we were. You had made it clear that you weren't trying to "steal me away" nor I was looking to "run away," and, after all, there had to be perfect affairs. You always hear about the ones that get caught, BECAUSE THEY GOT CAUGHT! The perfect affair doesn't get broadcast as it stays that way. Was it wrong? Well, sure there is a song, "If this is wrong, I want it to be right."

Enough lying on the bed philosophizing; time to shower, wake up a little, and get ready. Running the shower, and standing there in front of the mirror naked, the questions of self doubt raised themselves in my head. Should I really have had that McDonalds quarter-pounder in the car coming here? Look at that gut! A bit of sunshine on that pale lily-white body wouldn't hurt any. Glad I got the shaver out two days ago and trimmed a little, the hills-hoist clothes line always looks bigger when the grass is trimmed around it. Stepping into the shower and feeling the water run over me, I washed all the kilometers away. Falling over me and down to my toes, the warmth of the water, the steam, was so good. Oh, if only you were in here with me now. My hands glided over my shoulders with the soap cupped in my hand, and down to my chest, lathering as I watched the suds fall down my body, across my stomach and to the top of my pubes, trimmed, but not gone. Lathering left to right and closing my eyes, imagining, feeling your hand across my loins, and around to my bum, coming back to my stomach, and exploring down, chasing the suds, and feeling my dick start to grow at the thought of your touch around the base, circling, rubbing around and cupping my balls, massaging each ball and then running up the ever-hardening shaft of my cock. The soap suds acted as a great lubricant as I imagined your hand gliding, stroking my cock to its full erection, circling the red knob, tickling the rim and then gliding down to the base to massage each ball again. Gripping my cock around the base, I start stroking more firmly, faster, harder, as I brought my cock closer to my belly and saw the pink member covered in white suds and my hand gliding swiftly up and down it. All the time, I was imagining your soft body next to mine in this steamy den and your hand bringing me to the climax I was about to achieve. I stood, legs slightly apart, one hand outstretched leaning on the glass pane wall to steady myself. With no more than 3 strokes, as my hand came to the tip of the rim, my cock jumped and spurted out a load of cum that hit the glass pane and trickled down. I dropped to my knees and knelt in the shower, spent and satisfied and anticipating what might happen tonight.

As I dressed, I justified my shower relief by telling myself that "getting one off" would ensure I was not "over anxious" should the same scene be played out later. Nice dress jeans, casual white shirt and a quick brush of the hair, and I was done.

I arrived at the restaurant about 10 minutes early, and the maître d' escorted me to a table in a secluded corner, next to a window overlooking the street, with a glimpse down the alleyway to the harbour. A bourbon to settle the nerves. Hell, I thought, I feel like a high school kid again, (but where do you find one at this time of night? No, it isn't the time for jokes to soften the nerves). Why be nervous I asked myself, but it is human nature I guess. All nerves evaporated when the maître d escorted you over. You were gorgeous, lovely dark long hair cascading over a low cut black dress with elegant ruffles on it; short, but not too short. The embrace showed you were as eager as I. The maître d' interrupted our welcoming kiss, well, more like a foreplay to foreplay, with a clearing of his throat. I hoped he wasn't bringing our meals to the table, I thought, with a cough like that! But I resisted the temptation to say anything. God knows what would have happened to the meal then! You sat on the chair that the maître d ' had pulled out for you, but as we were in the corner, there was a bench, sort of a booth-style seat, and I invited you around to sit next to me, really close. From there, we had a nice view out the window, and it enabled you to sit right next to me, something I preferred. It saved having to strain across the table to talk if the room got noisier. 

After a glass or so of wine we talked as if we had been face to face for years, so comfortable with each other. I'm not sure what gave me the courage to place my hand on your leg, moving close to talk quietly in your ear and point out something of no consequence, but it gave me the excuse to get a little closer and touch that soft skin of your leg. I placed my hand on your knee. I couldn't believe how smooth your stockings were and how delicate the lace at the top. I drew little circles over the lace and soon found my own surprise as you placed your own hand on my groin. I tried not to look startled, but hell, a sexy woman like this, stroking my cock at the restaurant! I walked my hand up your leg to the top of your stocking and teased the naked skin where the lace stopped, tickling, circling. I drew my hand higher and higher up your upper thigh, so warm and smooth, equaled only by the pressure you were putting on my cock through my jeans. My cock was really straining under my jeans and then I moved a little higher and felt your soft, wet pussy. You could tell I was surprised by the look on my face. You had the most devilish smile, and you moved slightly back in your seat as my finger traced two moist, hot pussy lips. 

I lean forward, "No panties?" 

"Disappointed?" you replied. 

"Hell no!" came my reply quicker than a heartbeat. All the while you were running your hand over the outline of my hard cock. 

"I thought I would give you a surprise," you cooed. 

"I hope I am all you expected then," I whispered. 

You replied, with a seductive devilish grin, "I am sure we'll see if you measure up." 

I caught the maître d' looking in our direction and decided to cool things a little, reluctantly saying, "Before we get kicked out, how about you put your hands on the table, and see if I can please you." 

You brought your hands to the table and seductively stroked the stem of the wine glass with one hand, holding my free hand above the table with the other. This seemed to give us an air of respectability whilst I continued to work on your pussy with my other. My finger trailed from top to bottom of your opening. I brought my hand up and nudged your clit and saw you wriggle forward against my hand, eyes momentarily closing, a small moan escaping your lips. I felt you getting wetter and wetter, and although your hands were on the table, my cock had not gone down any. I slid one finger into your wet pussy, feeling how hot you were, how wanting you were. You pushed against the back of the bench, moving hard, almost fucking my hand. I curled my finger upwards rubbing the inside wall of your pussy, and slid another finger in. Two fingers and curling them, wriggling them, you bucked at my hand and I could tell you were going to cum , right there in the restaurant!

Her:

So much for you "cooling things"; you may have saved yourself from embarrassment but you were rapidly bringing me to the point of no return. Your finger rubbing my clit and then moving inside me was making me so hot. I knew when I'd decided to go without panties that I was opening myself (literally) to being fingered by you, but I hadn't anticipated how good those fingers would feel and how quickly you would be able to bring me to climax. I couldn't control the movement of my hips even though, in the back of my mind, I was vaguely aware that, should we be discovered, the maître d' would have us forcibly removed from the restaurant. On the other hand, dinner had paled into insignificance and my desire to forcibly drag you back to the hotel had increased a hundred fold. If I hadn't been worried about a possible write-up in the paper and an arrest for violating some law or another, I might have stood up, exposed as I was, and left with you right then. Instead I used every ounce of self-control to stifle my desire to scream as I came with an overwhelming intensity. I felt my cunt tighten and clench against your fingers, as wave after wave of pleasure permeated me to my core. My lips closed on yours and I muffled my moans as best I could. My body tensed as I moved the napkin from my lap to a spot between my thighs, hoping to catch my juices and avoid too much embarrassment when I stood up. At least a black dress wouldn't show the wetness, but the seat cushions might provide a clue should anyone care to look.

Of course, as waiters do, ours chose that moment to approach our table to let us know that our dinners would be out momentarily and to ask if we would like another drink. "Jet lag," I muttered as I buried my head against your shoulder and adjusted the tablecloth slightly, hoping the flush of my cheeks didn't give me away. You ordered another martini for me and a bourbon for yourself, which at least caused the waiter to scurry away from the table, his hopes for a large tip increasing with each dollar we spent.

The maître d' kept glancing at our table from time to time, but my eagerness at sucking my juices from your fingers was lost in what he assumed was your hand simply being held in both of mine to my cheek. 

I could tell that much as you wanted my hand to resume its ministrations, you knew it would be difficult to avoid the obvious signs of arousal when you stood up, or the more obvious signs of satisfaction if you came. We had the next three days together, uninterrupted and there would definitely be time for our needs and fantasies to be satisfied. I knew, though, that as soon as we could, I wanted to get back to the hotel, undress you and begin to explore. 

The arrival of our meal distracted me momentarily, but as I popped the marinated olives into my mouth, all I could think about was how your balls would feel on my tongue instead. As I slid the blanched asparagus between my lips, all I could think of was hungrily engulfing your cock. I ate rapidly wanting to leave as soon as possible. As I finished and pushed my plate aside, I realized you had already finished. Signaling for the bill, and leaving more than the waiter deserved, we hurried out, almost bowling over the maître d' in our haste.

Although it was nearby, reaching the hotel seemed to take forever. Fortunately, we managed to get into the elevator before we lost control, and, as the doors closed, I found myself pushed back against the wall, your lips on mine and your hands cupping my ass cheeks as your hardened cock strained against the fabric of your jeans, pushing into me and making me even wetter. There was no one in the hallway when the elevator stopped, although I doubt that it would have made any difference to us, as hot and eager as we were. We fell against the door as you pushed the key card into the slot and we were on the bed before the door even closed. Your hands pulled my dress over my head and tore off my bra as I pulled your jeans and boxers off. The urgent need we both felt driving us into a fenzy. Your shirt and my shoes were quick to follow, leaving me clad in only my stockings and you in nothing at all. I rolled you onto your back and positioned myself between your thighs, the moment I had been waiting for finally there.

My breath was warm and moist as I blew gently on your cock, running my tongue along its length and savoring the feel of each ridge and vein. I left a trail of saliva in my wake, lubricating you enough that my hand was able to move slowly up and down your shaft while my mouth moved down to your balls. Taking each one in turn, I sucked them greedily into my mouth, rolling them around within their sack, my tongue caressing and probing. They felt so smooth, so wonderful, and I almost didn't want to relinquish them. Each one was warm and seemed meant to belong in the wet cocoon my mouth provided. Eventually though, I left them to be massaged by my fingers, and my lips replaced my hand as I took the head of your cock between them. My tongue traced the ridge around the head, probing gently into the eye hole and exploring the head and the ridge around it eagerly and with varying degrees of pressure. Contracting my cheeks, I drew you deeper into my mouth, tasting the salty sweetness of your pre cum, and hoping for more. Your cock was so hard, so smooth, so thick, and it felt wonderful to have it there. I closed my lips tighter around you and began to move my head slowly up and down, my tongue constantly moving against you. As my head started to move faster, your hips joined the dance, your rhythm matching mine. I took a deep breath and could feel the head of your cock hitting the back of my throat as your balls hit my chin. Our movements increased in intensity, an animalistic need driving us on. My moans of desire echoed your gasps and groans of pleasure. 




She Said; He Said



I could feel your pulse throbbing in your cock, as it became more and more heated and began to twitch. I felt your balls tighten against my fingers as you groaned and erupted, your seed shooting into my throat as spurt after spurt came from you. I swallowed greedily, drinking from you and savoring every drop, licking the corners of my mouth to make sure I didn't miss any. I finally surrendered your softening member, feeling you relax as I moved up beside you on the bed. I gazed at your face. Your eyes were slightly glazed and your breathing rapid, but there was a smile of pure ecstasy on your face.

HIM:

You lay beside me, your arm on my heaving chest. It took little more than a minute or two for me to compose myself, bringing my senses back to the present, after being lost in the time warp that was total ecstasy. I traced over your arm and up to your shoulder, brushing your soft hair from your shoulder. I rolled to the side and off the bed, standing at the foot of the bed, looking down on your slightly bemused, slightly unsure look. I could see you thinking, "Why is he standing there?" I leaned over, lifting your ankles and gesturing for you to wriggle down to the end of the bed, maneuvering you so you were lying on the bed, with only your bum on the end, and your legs trailing over the edge. I knelt down on the floor and placed each of your legs over my shoulders, exposing your glorious pussy to my waiting tongue. You suddenly realized what was in store and you wriggled even higher on to my shoulders, almost pushing your groin on to my face. I wrapped my arms under your legs and over them to bring my fingers onto your puffy pussy lips, hot, wet and hungry. 

I gently stroked each lip as I blew gently over your pussy, seeing my breath disturb the small patch of pubes on your mound, trimmed to a neat triangle. You wiggled and gyrated as my tongue licked the side of your pussy, teasing as long as I could before tracing each lip with my tongue until it nudged your clit. I could feel you push back onto my face harder. Your legs tightened around my head and I delved deeper into you, stiffening my tongue and entering your pussy, tasting your juices, feeling your juices run down my chin, your thighs soaking from the excitement, my saliva and your moving, my licking everywhere. I changed the firmness of my tongue from stiff and hard while I poked it into you, to limp and curling, then stiffening again to nudge your clit mercilessly. You bucked and gyrated harder, pulling me harder into your hot wet groin, and as you did I probed you deeper, harder, faster with my tongue, flicking your clit, more and more, until I heard your moans become louder and louder. As you almost snapped my head off with a tight contraction of your legs around my head, I felt your hips move off the bed, your back arch and then stiffen. 

You moaned again. I felt your pussy as wet as it could be and then your pussy quivering as you gave in to the orgasm flowing over you. You brought your back on to the bed, and released the grip your thighs had on my head. I stood up and could hear your moans. Your pleasure had only brought life back to my cock, standing outright, hard and proud. I grabbed the back of your knees, and held them around my waist, bringing your wet, wet pussy closer to my waist. You looked up, your mid section slightly off the bed as you felt my hard cock rubbing the hot entrance of your pussy. 

Your moaning only increased as the red, wet knob of my cock slid into your hungry slit, just nestling there, feeling your lips engross it. I began to move my hips slightly forward to feel your pussy open wider, wrapping around the head, slowly. I could hear your moans, and I moaned too before pushing slowly further and further, feeling my shaft slide into your wet pussy inch by inch. I eased my "Mr. Average 6 inches" all the way in until my hairy pubes rubbed your neatly trimmed mound. Your waist lifted slightly off the bed, on a slight angle downwards. I could see your boobs wobble as I withdrew and then glided back into you. You almost kicked with your legs trying to push me further and harder into you. I started thrusting faster, harder. I felt possessed and could feel your pussy gripping my cock. I looked down on you and saw the pleasure in your eyes and groaned in delight.

"I can't hang on much longer," I gasped. 

"Cum for me, baby," you replied. "Cum in me." 

I let your legs go and leant forward, to grab your boobs. Cupping each breast, I almost fell on you in a crude missionary position. I thrust deeper, with the falling motion, and knew I couldn't hold back any more. I felt my legs stiffen, my bum tighten and a load from deep in my balls raise up and shoot deep within you. I thrust two, three more times as I shot my sperm into you. With my hands either side, I pulled my limp, wet, dick from your pussy, hearing that gloriously sexy slurping sound as if your pussy didn't want to give it up. 

I lay back onto the bed next to you and realized you had had another orgasm and were lying there lost in the feeling of bliss. You rolled back to my side, lying draped over my heaving chest. I could feel your breathing as heavy as my own. From there, content, we briefly drifted off to a peaceful sleep, naked, and pressed against each other.

HER:

My head rested on your chest, and as your breathing returned to normal, I felt your hand stroking my arm. Your touch was so gentle and loving, and the feel of your hand against my cheek as you pushed my hair back made me think that we would stay there, our bodies pressed against each other, while you came down from the cloud on which you seemed to be floating. I was surprised, then, when you moved away and rolled off the bed.

Your hands on my ankles as you pulled me towards the end of the bed were another surprise, but I soon realized what you had in mind and complied eagerly. I felt my cunt exposed to the air and your gaze as my ass reached the edge of the bed and you knelt down, lifting my legs onto your shoulders. I wriggled with delight and opened myself more by lifting my legs higher and moving closer. 

You began to tease me with your fingers and warm breath and I could hardly contain myself as I waited for the touch of your tongue on my pussy. I gasped with pleasure when I felt it stroking along my lips so slowly, spreading them apart and licking the juices away as quickly as they flowed from me. As you spread my lips and flicked your tongue against my clit, I began to tense, being brought closer and closer to the edge. Going from soft to hard in its pressure, your tongue created sensations that were more than exquisite and I writhed as my arousal and sensitivity increased exponentially. Pointing and hardening, you pushed your tongue into me, driving it inside me and increasing the speed and pressure of your movements. I could feel it. I couldn't control my body. I felt myself quiver and my thighs tightened around your head. I was in a whole other world, oblivious to your discomfort as I ground myself against you. My back left the surface of the bed and waves upon waves of ecstasy shot through me. Moans escaped from me and my body felt like I was exploding from within. Juices gushed from me, flooding your face, and I wasn't even sure I was breathing. I was oblivious to your movement as you stood, until I felt your cock pushing against me. Hard again, the knob started to stretch me as it began to enter my cunt. I wanted it so much. As earth shattering as my orgasm had been, I wanted to cum again, this time with you as you filled me with your seed. You moved so slowly and I pushed myself towards you so that I could feel your hard thickness deep inside me. Together we thrust and pushed, your cock pulling almost all the way out before plunging inside me again and again. Faster, harder, deeper. It felt as though we were one, connected by your cock and our shared desire. Just as my inner core was about to ignite again, I felt you begin to tense. 

Reaching for my breasts and squeezing them and pulling at my nipples, you fell against me, your cock driving even further into my depths. I was about to explode and I felt your entire body become rigid, your cum flooding me as I let go and joined you in climax. I wanted to stay joined to you, your cock buried in me up to your balls. Too soon you pulled out of me, releasing the cocktail of our mingled juices. As you rolled from me and came to rest beside me, I moved closer against you. I lay my head on your chest, my arm across your middle and my leg thrown over yours feeling your breathing as deep and rapid as my own. The remaining wetness from my cunt leaked slowly onto your thigh, and our sweat made us shiver slightly as the air cooled us. The slight shiver combined with the shakiness that came intermittently in aftershocks caused me to snuggle even nearer to you. Eventually, our breathing slowed and become rhythmical as we drifted into sleep dreaming of all the climaxes yet to come.



She Said, He Said



Not tonight, I'm tired. 

No, you're not. You are pissed at me.

No, really, if I was pissed I would still have sex. I am just actually tired. I'm pretty sure my hoo-ha is broken. You have officially broken my hoo-ha, Louie. It was fun while it lasted but now it is broken. Hope you enjoyed it while you had me in one piece.

But you are still a little pissed, right?

Just a very little but I still want you. I can't help it. I look at you - or think of you when I'm not near - and I go a little slack-jawed. It's not attractive but it's very powerful. 

I think it's attractive, Sara. 

Well, thanks. Now shush and let me sleep, you jerk.

Hey! Why am I a jerk? I mean, why do YOU think I'm a jerk?

Stop smiling like that - you are distracting me from my sleep. How about a handjob? Would that get you off me and let me go to sleep? For the record, you are a jerk because you call me on everything. I need it - and I do the same for you - but it's a very weird relationship we are having, right? Stop that with your hands. I can't concentrate on being mad when you put those there.

I thought you said you were broken. You feel very very whole to me. Maybe I should check it out with a few more fingers...but wait, did you say handjob? That would make my dick feel very loved. 

If you dare to stop what you are doing I promise I will forget your name and number and everything related to you...we'll get back to you in a sec. God, what are you doing to me? Why don't you listen to me when I tell you to stop?

I promise to listen. Say it one more time and I will absolutely stop what I'm doing. I'm just doing something I think you will like. I like to make you happy. Do you like my tongue here? How about here? Oh, that moans gets to me. For that I'm going to push my fingers in a little deeper. So, do you want me to stop, sweetheart?

No no no I've been bad. I said I was tired, I should be punished for that. Your fingers will need to punish me a little, don't you think? Yes, like that...oh do that again, I mean I have been naughty beyond belief. I need something to hold onto or I may roll off this bed. Do you have anything I can hold onto? Something strong and firm?

Here, hold this. Oh, that is as firm as it gets.

Very nice. I feel better now but my hand is slippery, I can barely hold on. I keep sliding from down here to way up here. It feels pretty secure to me; can I do it again? Do you want me to stop? 

No.

Say it. Tell me what you want.

I want you to keep holding on. I know it's slippery but you can do it. Do it again, that's right. And again. One more time. I lied, do it again. See how much it likes being your handhold? Show me how much you need it...I mean, to hold onto it.

After those fingers keep going - I think you got distracted back there. Maybe I need to focus you. 

That kiss is not going to focus me. I completely forgot what I was doing back there...but hey, so did you.

Face me, fuck me with your fingers, suck my tongue, and I will rub you off. Deal?

What? I didn't hear what you were saying. This feels too fucking good. Don't stop, that is perfect. You prefer my left hand, don't you? I can tell. Cum for me, Sara. Cum for me. 

Already there, holy shit a little faster and I will cum all over your hand. When you are ready I want to swallow yours, don't waste it on my hand. Tell me what you want from me.

I want you to suck me off with your mouth and swallow my load. I want to see you lick your lips and savor every last drop. But not until you cum hard on my fingers. You are so wet. Let me hear you moan. Show me how much you want it.

I want it. I want it. Fuck you, finish me off now. I need your cum in my face. That's it, shit that feels good. I'm cumming so hard more more more. Ah, now let me have you.

Yes, do it. Take it all in, suck it, suck me off. Your mouth needs my cum, doesn't it? Here it is. Swallow it all. First your mouth, then your cunt. God your mouth is made for my dick. Come here and kiss me. 

You said something about my cunt? Is there more coming my way? 

First we kiss, then I will take 3 minutes to get my heart rate normal again and then yes, we will fuck again. 

This time, in...

Yes, Sara, this time in your warm, wet, waiting pussy. Happy now? 

Yes, very. Thanks for asking. 

As you said, it's my job to call you on your BS. I like my job.

So glad, Louie. You are very good at what you do.