6 comments/ 10711 views/ 13 favorites Susan and the Nostalgic Journey By: clintorres Thanks to all who have read my previous stories, and a special thank you to those who favorited them. I hope this one meets with your expectations as well. All parties in this story were over the age of 18, and are much older now! My writing style, to put it kindly, is a little quirky. I once took a 'Write Like You Speak' course; since I'm not a talkative person, the style has evolved into 'Write Like I Think'. Couple that with my brand of humor, and.... Feedback is always appreciated, I can only get better if others point out the errors I'm blinded to. To those who have given advice and guidance, I treasure your comments and suggestions. Enjoy! ***** Have you ever fallen into that nostalgic period? Whatever happened to whomever; the boyfriend, or in my case, girlfriend? The classmates who were said to have so much potential, or even the guy who came to school because the surf wasn't breaking right that day? It happened to me a few years back. I could see where my career had topped out, far beyond my expectations as a younger man. While I still had supervisors and other successful people telling me I had some good professional years ahead of me, I'd always claimed I was Peter Principle times three having long since exceeded my level of expertise. I didn't really believe that, just a way of coping with the wonderment of my professional success. So it was during this time that I began wondering what ever happened to the guy who went off to Harvard, or the girl who was accepted at Yale? Me, I went to the much-cliche'd small Midwestern university. For a whole semester. Too immature at that point, I guess. So I joined the Air Force instead. Best thing that ever happened to me. I'm dating myself here, but I was assigned to Strategic Air Command, and they did things right. By the book, attention to detail, and all that. Hey, we had to because we were working with nukes! That period certainly brought things into focus, and while I could still engage in sophomoric behavior from time to time, I'd like to think I grew. I also grew tired of it, sensing there was something better ahead for me. I'd also grown up in a military family, with my father retiring from the Navy shortly after I graduated from high school. So, after "doing" my own twenty-five year hitch, four on active duty, I moved on. Stepping back a little, it was during the last semester of my high school senior year that I met Susan, while I was dating another girl, her friend Beth. You see, Sandy's parents were letting her throw an end-of-school year pool party at their house. Beth and Sandy were best friends, and since I was dating Beth, who it turned out was spending the night at Sandy's with some other girls from school, I got to attend the party as well. On that late-May evening, shortly after dark, a blue-eyed brunette beauty arrived at the party. Hard to say who Susan resembled back then, but I'm reminded of her innocent beauty when I see Zooey Deschanel on TV these days. When Susan came into the back yard she was accompanied by some tall guy I didn't know, and immediately came over and started talking to Beth. Naturally, Beth introduced us. Little did she know, but that was the beginning of the end for her and I. Turns out, while Susan attended a rival high school, she and Beth attended the same church. I'm sure she noticed me staring at her the entire evening, and when engaging in small talk where possible, she always had a pleasant smile. Soon, the couples had migrated away from the pool to more secluded surroundings so they could engage in the various stages of making out, and copping whatever "feels" our girlfriends would allow. Without a doubt my hormones were in overdrive, but my mind was elsewhere and I'd imagine it was Susan I was kissing instead of you know who, and her breast I was feeling under this shirt. Just before midnight Sandy's parents let us know it was time to head out, but I had already made up my mind that I'd be seeing more of the lovely brunette I'd met that evening. Sure enough, having spent the entire morning waiting for time to pass, I looked up her number and called her house. When her father answered I politely asked if I could speak to Susan, and was pleasantly surprised when she was given the phone. Naturally I told her who I was, and how I wanted to take her out if she'd like to go, and if her parents would let her. Of course the first thing she asked was, "What about Beth?" I told her Beth and I were friends, and of course classmates, but we weren't that serious. I then asked her where she lived, which turns out was only a couple of miles from my house, and suggested she ask her dad if I could take her to an early movie, at the theater near her house, and have her back home at a decent hour. She said call back in ten minutes, and hung up. Long story short, he approved of the date as long as I came in and he and I spoke. Though most questions were directed at me, I did find out he was a civilian working for the Navy instructing pilots. Guess I passed the test, because soon Susan and I were in my car and headed to the show. Even though we were "old" seniors - I had turned 18 the previous December, and Susan celebrated her 18th birthday in January - things started innocent enough, the usual hand holding and door openings, popcorn and soda, more hand holding in the theater, etc. Time to make my move while the movie was playing, so I brought her hand up to my lips, softly kissing the back of it before gently rubbing it on my cheek. So far so good, then extended the arm around her shoulder and gently pulled her head to my shoulder as I leaned in her direction. Next, I kissed the top of her head - which smelled great - before reaching across with my other hand and lifted her chin towards me, leaning further in to kiss her full lips. I thought I'd kissed Heaven. Her moaning and pleasantly surprising aggressiveness told me she was enjoying this as much as I was, and almost shockingly she suggested we leave since we weren't paying attention to the screen anyway. Once back in the car - this was the mid-seventies, thank goodness for bench seats - she suggested a couple of secluded places to go. Soon we were engaged in heavy lip locks and feeling each other through each other's clothes. While holding her close with one hand, I'd feel her bra-encased breast with the other before switching hands and squeezing the other. Susan could certainly feel my hardness pressing into her, and soon ran her hand down between us and rubbed my steel-like cock through my trousers. Just as I was about to slide my fingers into the top of her jeans she stopped me, and said it was probably best I had her back home in time if we were going to have more dates. I grudgingly gave in, but was smart enough to know I needed to deliver her home as advertised so we could do this again. I walked her to her door where we hugged and kissed very passionately, before she turned to enter her house. Before closing the door Susan said, "Call me Monday, after school." Of course I did, and we had date nights on Tuesdays, Fridays and Saturdays where we increasingly got to know one another more intimately. By the second full week of dating I had played with her breasts and pussy, while still dressed, getting as far as fingering her. She would rub my cock through my pants, but "he" had yet to see the light of day in Susan's presence. Naturally, because of the raging hormones I would typically go home after our sessions and masturbate to the recent memory of her lips, breasts and lovely face. Usually more than once, before eventually falling to sleep. That was about to change. First, let me say I was, what others would have probably called, a perv since I was about fourteen. I'd get my hands on any addition of Playboy or Penthouse, with "Letters to Penthouse" the only articles I was truly interested in. Well, that and "The Happy Hooker". And yes, I was just gullible enough back then to believe all those stories were true. I was most fascinated by any story involving oral sex, and the pleasures one could give to another. And I became an expert at it, having actually never done it. I mean, I could read a schematic after all. As a matter of fact, I knew my best friend Jim and his girlfriend Miriam were fucking. If you knew Jim, you knew he was. We had nicknamed Jim "Shaggy" because of his unshaven facial hair. He had been set back during junior high, and was at least a year older than many of us. Miriam, his girlfriend, was also older than us, but the same age as Jim, and attended the local community college. That seemed to be a relationship in reverse, since it was typically the high school girls who dated college guys, but Jim obviously had something going for him as far as she was concerned. So during one of our conversations I asked him if he'd ever gone down on Miriam? He was shocked, said no and had never even thought of that. I told him what to do, best that I knew from my readings, and he reported back a few days later with enthusiastic results. He said once they were naked in her room, he started kissing down her body until he reached her pussy. She shockingly asked what he was doing, but didn't reply and kept on going until she was practically climbing the walls. Afterwards she wanted to know where he learned that, and he said he'd read about it somewhere. Of course, Jim being Jim, he told Miriam he'd also read that she could pleasure him the same way. He said after the initial shock of doing such a thing, she actually got better at it. And that's how I became an expert at oral sex. And now I was going to practice on my girl. With each date came a new, incremental level to our intimacy. Turns out Susan absolutely loved having her full breasts fondled and sucked. Once I had finally removed a her bra, a size 32D, I saw the most perfectly perky breasts I'd ever seen at that point in my life. Her areola were large and the lightest brown in color, contrasting nicely against her alabaster skin, topped with nipples the size of a dime that stood out about half an inch when aroused. And of course I loved making her happy by fondling, suckling, and lightly biting each one as she pressed my head tighter to her bosom. After several, what I called, breast sessions in the car, I finally was able to remove her slacks and get a glimpse of her brunette-framed pussy. As I smelled her fragrant arousal I would gently rub my middle finger up and down her increasingly damp slit, occasionally moving it in circles on and around her clit and opening, before softly inserting my finger into her hot velvet tunnel. We alternated between torridly kissing and strongly hugging one another until Susan reached her orgasmic pleasure. Once she'd settled down, being the ever bold one I pulled back from her and gently removed my finger from her soaked pussy. Making sure she was looking at me, I immediately placed the finger in my mouth, alternately licking and sucking her thick sweet juices from it and the webbing between the other fingers. This got a gasp and curious look from her, but only emboldened me to go even further. Maintaining eye contact, I slowly lowered my head between her thighs, stuck out my tongue and began to slowly and softly lick every area of her drenched pussy. Her delicately sweet smell aroused me further and it was all I could do to hold back from attacking her jewel. Although I reveled in the pleasure of finally engaging in my first oral act, I thoughtfully told myself I was still a novice and paid attention whenever my tongue movements caused Susan to jump and/or squeal. I looked up towards a her face, gently pinched and rolled a nipple, and smiled at her when she opened her glazed eyes as I drank from her cup. She then closed her eyes, arched her back so that her stomach rose but her head and pelvic area sank down, and let out an effusive, "Oh my lord!" Soon, it was time to take her back home and she slowly got dressed while expressing her thanks for taking her to a place she'd never been. We could have driven her home with the headlights out because I was absolutely beaming the entire time. I'm sure I had the cat who ate the canary look on my face, but in this case it was I who had the pussycat. It was better than I could have imagined after reading all those stories over the years. When we got to her door, Susan promised me I would be the one receiving pleasure the next time we got together. Out in the open she didn't reach for my cock or rub it through my pants, but she did grab my belt buckle and pulled on it twice for added emphasis as she spoke her words. Our kiss goodnight was the most passionate and sloppy wet to that point. I wondered on the way home if she could taste herself when we kissed? I know I still could. While I excitedly waited for our next date, I had read enough to realize me going down on Susan didn't necessarily mean she'd do the same for me. Somehow, we'd have to discuss how things would work on that subject. As for me personally, I felt empowered for having gotten her off orally. I absolutely loved the way she felt and tasted, the way she moved and responded to my actions, and would love to continue pleasing her as long as she allowed. On Friday we needed to make an appearance the party we told her parents we were attending, just so we'd have an alibi. After an hour or so I asked if she was ready to leave, and she eagerly said yes, so we nonchalantly left without saying goodbye to anyone. Of course, at this point in our relationship most of our respective friends knew we were dating, so it was no big surprise if both of us went missing. Susan suggested we head over to a place near the high school, she said there was an athletic event and it wouldn't seem odd to have a car there, even if we were somewhat distant from prying eyes. As soon as we were situated Susan unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra, keeping her opened blouse on in case emergency cover was needed. Of course, what she really needed was for me to pay homage to her breasts, which I was happy to do. I also noted she didn't loosen her jeans, which I read as "don't go there tonight," for whatever reason. Not that I didn't have enough right in front of me to keep me pleasurably occupied. Between sucking, nibbling and squeezing each breast in rotation, she was also rubbing my extremely hard cock through my jeans. After a good thirty to forty-five minutes she stopped me from my mammary pursuits, and said, "Your turn." Now, at this point I didn't know what that exactly meant, but who was I to argue? Since about the third week of our relationship we had been open and honest with each other about what each of us did in our (forced) down time away from each other. She knew I would rub one out after a date - okay, daily it seemed - and she told me she also pleasured herself occasionally, but liked it better when I pleased her. I knew she wasn't a virgin, but also wasn't all that experienced either. She said once, at band camp... No, it was actually at some weeklong summer church event where she'd met "a cute, older boy." And she made it a point to tell me I'd done things to and with her that she'd never imagined. If my cock could've stood out as far as my chest did at that proud moment, I'd be receiving residuals from my porn movies. "Remember what I said Tuesday night?" she asked. "I recall you made a promise, but I don't recall it discussed in any detail," I replied. "I don't think I'm ready to goes as far as you did the other night," she softly, almost embarrassingly said, "but I want to help you. Do you know what I mean?" I nodded unassuredly, and she smiled softly and said, "I want to help you get off." She's lucky I didn't break her wrists as I scrambled to lower my jeans and boxers, with great difficulty do to my hardness I might add, before realizing I just exposed myself to Susan for the first time. It was nighttime, but there was enough ambient light in and around the car that she just stared, with her mouth slightly open. Truthfully, I'm not much longer than average, lengthwise, but do have what has since been described as "a healthy girth." I started to apologize for moving as quickly as I had, but she just grinned and said, "Oh no, that's okay. You're just, umm, bigger than I thought. Um, from what I'd felt." I had that proud chest thing going again but was brought back to reality when I felt Susan's warm soft slim fingers of her right hand wrap around my shaft just below the head. She she slowly and gently ran her hand up to the head, causing my precum to ooze from the tip, before sliding it back down. The feeling was heavenly as, on about the fourth or fifth stroke upward, she used her palm to rub over my cockhead, lubricating her delicate fingers. Her touch was so light that lubrication wasn't really needed at this point, there was no chaffing at all. Just an intensely pleasurable feeling, and I told her so. Despite the ever-heightening bliss I was feeling, I still had the presence of mind to know there was going to be a mess quite soon so I suggested she may want to reach in the glove box for some napkins. She smiled knowingly at me, and with a low, sensuous tone she said, "I have this." I immediately thought to myself, oh yeah, you're about to get it, and I kindly told her I would be coming very soon. She then surprised me by leaning forward, her breast over and softly brushing my cock, and stretched up to kiss me. I leaned up closer to her and she forced her tongue in my mouth with an audible moan as I forcefully shot my first pulse onto her chest, just above her cleavage. I expelled three or four lessening rounds as she pulled back a little and I uttered several incoherent words through gritted teeth. Seeing I was done, Susan gave one last firm pull with her cum-covered fingers up and off my cock, sat back and began rubbing my semen all over her breasts with both hands. It was the sexiest thing I'd seen to that point, and still ranks up there after all these years. She was looking down at her breasts, rubbing the fluid into her skin and pulling on her nipples in continuous fashion, occasionally cutting her eyes up to mine with a wide smile. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked. "Very much so, and this as well," I replied, referring to the little show she was providing. "And it's so much better when someone does it for you, instead of alone and by yourself." "I know," Susan replied back affectionately. By now her skin was getting sticky, so with a rub of her hands once down to her hips she reached for and began putting on her bra and buttoning up her blouse. While it is much sexier watching a woman remove her clothes, there's also something erotic about watching her dress, reaching into her bra and adjusting her residing breasts. Our dates over the next several nights involved pretty much the same scenario where we'd enjoy getting each other off with our hands. Fortuitously, one Saturday my family took an all day trip to one of the state's wildlife and aquatic parks, so I had the house to myself. I'd told her father, when I picked her up the previous night, with his permission I was going to pick up Susan about mid-morning for a Sat picnic, and then we'd take in a matinee before bringing her home earlier than usual. He'd known me for a little while and I must have made a good impression, so he was fine with that. I'd always had her home on time, even if it was just at the doorstep where we'd make out one final time before saying goodnight. Of course Susan knew where the real show was taking place, so we were in my room by 10:30 that morning. Since the majority of our dates occurred during the evening, this would be the first time I'd see her in all her beautiful glory in the daytime. Susan and the Nostalgic Journey We stood in the middle of my bedroom holding and kissing one another. I then began to slowly lift her t-shirt over her head, all the time running my hands on her sides and back while exchanging tongue kisses. I then leaned down and kissed the tops of each breast as they protruded delightfully up from her bra, as I messaged the rest of her enclosed bosom through the fabric. Reaching behind her, and demonstrating my newly acquired one-handed proficiency, I relieved her breasts from their captivity. I also noted they didn't move much at all upon release; oh, the wonders of a firm young upturned breast. Returning to the kisses on her lips, neck and shoulders, I continued messaging her fullness while rubbing and lightly pinching her nipples, eliciting a notably positive response. Being exposed to the air, her nipples were excitedly hardened, and I started paying more attention to them with my tongue and lips, before returning to her face. She then helped me remove my shirt, where we engaged in a very tight hug and passionate kiss. I could feel the heat of her skin as her breasts mashed into my lightly-haired chest, and I was starting to realize what an intoxicatingly sensual moment we were sharing. She then pushed away from me with straightened arms on each of my biceps, and with a smoldering look and voice said, "Make love to me. Please, love me and make me feel loved." It was all I could do to control myself and not rip the rest of our clothes off. I inhaled deeply, and with shaking hands I loosened her jeans and slid then off, leaving on her white laced cotton panties. I walked her over to the bed and laid her down gently, before removing the rest of my clothes as I thought I heard her take in a deep breath. My cock was harder than it's ever been, and I wanted her to see it. I looked at her lovingly and said, "This is what you do to me," glancing down at my rigid pole. "I've never wanted anyone like I want you right now," I told her. "I would love to make love WITH you, and please you in any way you want." Susan reached up and pulled me to her, absorbing each other's passion as we gently rolled from side to side, trying to press up against as much of each other's bodies as the law of physics would allow. We breathlessly kissed and fondled each other until I decided to take the lead and make this an afternoon she wouldn't forget. Slowly, teasingly, I spent a few minutes at her neck and ear areas, sliding lower to place kisses on and around her heaving breasts. Watching and feeling them rise and fall with each breath was an amazing turn on, as well as a small challenge keeping a lip lock on her extended pebble-like nipples. Next I placed kisses on her now-quivering stomach area, while also dragging my tongue across and over it lightly. I heard her audibly gasp when I slowly ran my tongue across her lower abdomen from one hip to the other, exhaling warm breaths on her skin, with the tip just inside the top elastic waistband. That was actually a little rough on the underside of my tongue, but I soon forgot about it as I began to inhale her fragrance. At that point I daringly, and somewhat comically, started to pull down her panties with my teeth. Physics reared it's ugly head again as all I did was stretch them down into a "v" as the sides clung to her hips, and my nose found the top of her pubic region. Stifling a laugh and a sneeze, I reached up with both hands and pulled them down and off, tossing them somewhere towards the middle of the room. Her beautied charms lay before me, and I could tell she was fighting the urge to keep her legs clamped together. As I sat up a little I gently placed my hands on her quivering thighs and softly stroked the tops as I told her how beautiful she looked and how wonderful she smelled. With a pursed smile she slowly relaxed and everything I'd barely seen at night now came into colorful focus. Her pussy was lightly topped with medium brown pubic hair, and though not shaved (back then) wasn't bushy at all. I slowly parted her legs as I began messaging the down-like soft insides of her thighs, and her inner lips came more into view. Perfectly proportioned, her flower had a coral hue, and was shining from her wetness. I detected a soft, fresh honeydew fragrance, and I inhaled deeply with a smile to let her know she wasn't offensive at all. Having resituated myself in a prone position between her knees, I lightly licked and kissed her inner thighs as I moved closer to her prize. Susan jerked slightly and made a little squeal as I buried my nose between her moist lips. The heat emanating from her center contrasted with the coolness I felt on the tip of my nose as I replaced it's position with my tongue. I thought I'd come just from tasting her. I could feel her body making small sharp movements, and her hands grasped at the sheets as my tongue danced between her folds, and I heard her say a series of, "Oh yes! God yes! There.,...OH!" I placed my left hand at the top of her mound and delicately pushed back, exposing her button from it's cover, gently licking over and around it, while also softly blowing on her exposed center. I used my right hand to rub over her stomach, occasionally moving up to squeeze a full breast or tweak a nipple. Every swish over or near her clit elicited another "Oh!", and, "Yeeesssss, just like that. Right there, yes!" I continued licking all around and inside her pussy, tasting and drinking her sweet secretions, and then gently sucking her clit, repeating the process in a non-repetitive way. By her sounds, body movements and increasing wetness I could sense her orgasm was approaching, so I licked my right index finger and smoothly introduced it into her fiery love channel as I increased the suction on her engorged bud. This brought an enthusiastic response as Susan through her head back and groaned with pleasure. Her hands were now clenching my hair as she pressed my head harder into her waterfall, when she stiffened and raised her upper torso before screaming, "Oh God, oh God, OH. MY. GOD," before collapsing back onto the mattress and pushing her pelvis into my face. Her pussy was awash in her warm fluids and my saliva. I was drowning in liquid love, what a way to go. As Susan slowly calmed, we moved into a spooning position and cuddled. I made sure I lightly touched her, ignoring the usual erogenous zones because of their raw tenderness. I just wanted her to know I was there for her, and not going to push her to do anything she didn't want to do. I needn't have worried because soon she had gently rolled me on my back and she was sliding down my torso, dragging her breasts across my chest, stomach, and finally my hard cock. I smiled as she looked up at me as her shoulders slid between my thighs. She softly touched my balls, sending a pleasurable shock through my crotch and causing me to jump a little. She was taking the time to learn my lower extremities, seeing what touches caused which reaction. Of course, every touch ensured my hardness, and she commented on the dichotomy of my cock's softness while being rock hard. She lightly ran three fingers from my scrotum to the tip of my cock, and back down. She then took her index finger and wetted it with my precum, then slowly brought the clear fluid to her lips and lightly ran in across them as if applying gloss. Her self-education was having an arousing affect on me as well, with my cock rising with each pulse of my increased heartbeat. She ran her tongue across her upper and lower lips with an "Mmmmm." Next she placed her finger on her tongue before pushing it in her mouth, closing her lips around it, and gently sucking. She also noted my pulsing cock, and with raised eyebrows asked, "Is this turning you on?" "Yes," I moaned, and then said, "I've been turned on by you since the first night I saw you. I could only dream that you'd be in my room right now." That brought a wide smile to her face, and she began moving up just a little and began lightly running her tongue from mid-shaft to the tip, and back down several times. More than once my pulsing caused my cock's head to softly contact her nose, and she giggled. Amusingly, Susan stated, "It's really alive, isn't it?" "Sometimes I think it has a mind of it's own," I replied. Smiling, she took my cock in her hand and began running her tongue on the head's underside, causing me to jerk slightly. Slowly closing her eyes, she opened her mouth and placed the head on her tongue and closed her lips around the upper shaft. Her soft "mmmmm" elicited a deep, pleasurable exhale from me. Then I jerked slightly when I felt her teeth against the delicate tissue. Susan immediately let my cock pop from her lips and asked, "Are you alright? Sorry, I've never done this before." The concern on her face made me realize I needed to alleviate any fears she'd hurt me so I quickly leaned foward and took her face in my hands and kissed her. Then I reassured her everything was just fine, and to please not to stop what she was doing. "But I hurt you," she said. "Momentarily irritated," I said trying to calm her. "Your teeth just brushed a sensitive area by accident," I said, "but everything up to that point felt absolutely wonderful." "I've never done this, and I don't want to disappoint you after,... well, just how good you made me feel." Searching for something, anything that would help make her understand I hugged her tightly, kissed her forehead and said, "Anyone who's ever done this had a first time." Taking her hand and placing it on my chest, I said softly, "Forget about this part of me." Then I put her hand on my cock, and as she hesitantly wrapped her fingers around it, I looked Susan directly in the eye and said, "This is the only thing here. Think of it as a Tootsie pop. Lick it, suck on it just as you would if it was candy. Make love to it with you mouth and hands." She slowly nodded, looking from me down to my cock as I laid back down. I felt her get back into a comfortable position between my legs and sensed her mouth getting closer. At first it was her warm breath I felt, then her wet tongue, softly at first, and then with more confidence she ran it run up and down, and then around the head of my cock. My moans, if she was paying attention, let her know I was appreciative of her ministrations. With her hand at the base of my shaft, she gently took the head into her mouth and softly moved her tongue from side to side. Her head went a little lower, maybe halfway, and I could feel her gently sucking, and then swishing her tongue up, down, and all around my shaft and head. I gently placed my left hand on the side of her head, and slowly ran my fingers through her hair as a way to reassure her. I did not push down at all or raise my hips, I wanted this to be a learning experience for her without any pressure from me. But there was a pressure actually, the force slowly building in my balls and starting to search for an escape route. I could feel the precum oozing from my cock, and each small pulse brought a soft "mmmm" from around Susan's lips. Naturally, this heightened the urgent boiling that was happening below and I calmly told her I was going to come very soon. She looked up at me with my cock still in her mouth, and I said, "You'll probably want to use you hand." Still sucking on me, she started to slowly, but firmly stroke me. I said, more urgently, "No, you'd better take it out now and just use you hand." She whined sexily, displaying a somewhat faux disappointment, and my cock released from her mouth with an audible pop. Stroking a little faster and firmer, Susan looked at me and asked, "What should I do now?" With a reply that was more of a groan, I said, "Waaaatttttcccchhhhh..." Just as she looked back towards my cock the first shot pulsed out about a foot and a half in the air before landing on my stomach. Susan jerked back in surprise just a little, but kept stroking at the same pace, bringing an additional four or five shots. The last was more of an oozing volcano, but I'd achieved the desired pleasure. I grabbed her hand quickly to stop her from stroking my now too-sensitive stick, and she said, "Wow, that was a lot!" "You caused it," I said, "what you did was fantastic. I've never felt anything like it." Smiling broadly, she was now looking at her right hand and the creamy white fluid on the area between her thumb, forefinger, and wrist. Susan brought the hand up towards the mouth, stopped and seemed to be smelling my elixer. Mouth closed, she touched the back of her hand to her lips before sticking her tongue out to taste the fluid. With smiling eyes she then placed the small area in her mouth and alternately sucked and licked until her hand and fingers were clean. Looking at me she said, "Tastes like a slightly salty thick broth." "Watching you do that was extremely erotic," I said. "You're absolutely amazing." With both of us now in a sitting position she moved closer, and just before touching her lips to mine asked, "We're not done, are we?" Being young and virile I said, "Let's check," as I placed her hand on my now restiffening cock and I felt between her fur covered lips. She seemed just as wet as when my tongue was last there. I then placed my hands in her long, silky brown hair and pulled her lips to mine. As our tongues danced in each other's mouths I tasted myself for the first time. Susan seemed to sense this as she forcefully played her tongue against mine inside my mouth, while softly cooing. I gently laid her back so that her head was now close to the foot of my bed, broke our kiss and said to her, "Take hold of me, and bring me home." She clearly understood, gently took my shaft in her fingers and guided my into her molten center. Her wetness allowed for a slow, easy, and agonizingly pleasurable entrance, as she loudly sighed. Despite her tightness, I was able to glide in and out with a gradual deepening. Her warm, tight, velvet grip would've had me coming if not for her earlier oral gift. My strokes were slow, but persistent, and I occasionally rotated my hips in a circular motion as I grinded into her pelvis. Susan was gripping my upper arms as my shoulders extended above her. In between the random moments I would lean down to kiss her lips or neck, she would softly say, "Mmmmm, yes. Mmmmm, feels so good. So good..." Between alternately stroking deeply, and then more shallow, I told her, "God, you're so beautiful. I love being inside you, being part of you." With glazed eyes she'd smile and say, "I love you," and, "God, this feels so good." Despite my earlier orgasm, the pulsating grip of her love pocket was bringing me closer to an excruciatingly pleasurable end, and I told her so - in a more raw and direct way. She brought her hands up from their place on the small of my back, around my neck and tightly pulled me into a passionate kiss. My leisurely strokes had become more urgent, and we moaned in unison into each other's mouths as we noisily tried to capture and expel air through our noses. I can't tell you Susan had an orgasm when my first spasm unloaded inside of her. She was holding me so tightly we were moving as one and she was making "mmmmm, mmmmm," sounds the entire time. I finally came up for air, and nearly shouting said, "Oh my lord!" Having emptied myself in her, I looked down to see Susan smiling back to me. "That was wonderful," she softly said as she ran her hands up and down my back and sides. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Ahhhh, yessss. More than fine," she gently spoke. My now-shrinking cock let us know it was time to disengage, whether we wanted to or not. I nimbly rolled off and laid next to her, with Susan still on her back, breasts rising and falling with each deep breath. I was perched on my side, softly stroking her face and hair, whispering how beautiful she was, and how incredible she made me feel. She just smiled, keeping her eyes closed, nose pointed at the ceiling. I then reached down, disentangled the sheets, and lightly covered her before settling my face into the side of her neck. I was jolted awake when I felt her arm move against my stomach,seems we had both dozed off for about an hour and a half. I directed her to the bathroom while I continued to lay in the now-cool puddle of our lovemaking, reliving the days events in my mind. She came back a while later, wrapped in a towel, and I excused myself to take my turn in the bathroom. When I returned, with a towel around my waist, she was slowly getting dressed while already wearing a large, beautiful smile. I asked her if she'd like to go and get something to eat, possibly pizza, and she said that'd be great. As we dressed, one or the other would occasionally reach over and give a quick kiss. Most of the next few minutes were just silent smiles at one another, with Susan seemingly glowing. The rest of the spring and summer pretty much played out the same way, we were inseparable, except our lovemaking was relegated to the car instead of more comfortable surroundings. Of course we adapted by learning new positions, with Susan's favorite being her facing and riding me while seated in the backseat. She loves kissing and having me stimulate her breasts as we gently, but most times passionately, made love. But life, maybe fate(?), has a way of throwing you that proverbial curveball, bringing one back to earth. One college, in the Midwest, accepted me while Susan appeared to be off to Columbia, but never got the chance to attend. Seems her stepmother had a talk with her, said there was nothing they could do to help with college, but she was welcome to stay until she figured out her plans. In the meantime, my phone calls and letters had to suffice to keep our relationship going, but over time life's events seem to play out differently than what one imagines, so Susan and I slowly grew apart until there was no communication between us. Susan went to work, and eventually married a boy from high school before my freshman year was complete. As I mentioned, I was attending a small, but recognizable college in the middle of Illinois. No offense, but I'm not the Midwestern type so a semester into my sophomore year I enlisted in the Air Force. A year later I found myself in the middle of Illinois undergoing technical training for my new job. Fate is a smartass. Fast forward three decades and I've successfully moved to the upper echelons of my profession, working to ensure our adversaries don't plunk an ICBM or another type of missile on our heads. I'm sitting in my hotel room after attending a three-day conference in northern Florida, halfway thinking about the aerodynamics conference, two weeks away near Ft. Worth. With a glass of wine and an open bottle within arm's reach, I'm cruising the web on my laptop during the previously noted nastolgic period. Searching the Classmates site, I'm reading about the former kids I knew and graduated with. There was the girl who went to Yale, spent some time at Justice before moving to Congressional staff, and was now in some White House policy office. Kudos to her. Then there was our Harvard guy, who now ran a photography and graphics agency in New England. Way to pursue your dreams, Ken. After sorting through others, on a whim I entered Susan's name on the chance she was even a site member. Sure enough, her name and some limited information popped up. There was some contact info, so I took a chance with a short email, asking if this was the same Susan, with the pertinent but professional information only she'd know. Several hours later I recieved an email back from "my" Susan. Well, this was interesting. She proceeded to give me the Cliff Notes version of the last thirty years; she was twice divorced, had a teenage daughter getting ready to attend college, and was now Dr. Susan, having attained her Doctorate in aeronautical engineering and a Masters in astrophysics. Impressive. Susan and the Nostalgic Journey Seems marriage number one only lasted a little more than two years, number two was a rebound relationship that produced her child, but turned abusive. So after moving away from him she went back to school and followed, and then exceeded, her father's footsteps in aeronautics. She now lived in Texas, and worked for a major Defense contractor. I replied back with my info; still single, Defense employee, Masters in logistics and management, and world traveler. And, coincidently, would be in Texas in two weeks for a conference. She almost instantly replied back that she, too, was attending and presenting at a conference on aerodynamics, could it be the same event? An excited chill ran through me. Yes, I replied, I was attending the very conference she'd be at, and sat there staring at the computer screen, wondering about the possibilities. A short time later I recieved a short note from Susan, giving me her phone number and asking me to call her the next afternoon. After the last large gulp of wine, I closed the laptop and laid down for the night. Any chance I was going to sleep was quickly erased as my mind was spinning. How did she look? Would she like my appearance? Did she still hold those strong feelings involving us? Did I? The next morning I was on a plane back home. The hotel checkout, airport security and entire plane ride were all a blur until the solid bump of the wheels touching down brought me back to reality. I waited until 6:30 p.m. local time before calling Susan. Her voice sounded pretty much the same as I remembered, maybe a little more mature. We spoke about all things in general, how've you been, what's new and looking forward to seeing each other in two weeks. After an hour and a half, we bid each other goodbye until the conference, where we'd have more time to catch up, face to face. We'd both be staying at the Grapevine resort where the conference was being held, and without any real purpose, told her the location was fortuitous for me since all my hotel "miles" were with them, and I always received upgrades. In this case, it was a luxury suite. The day of the conference I was already in the meeting room when Susan walked in. Not surprisingly, she was dressed in smart, stylish business attire that accentuated her now-mature form. Beautiful as always, with sparkling light blue eyes, her hair was just a tad shorter than I'd last seen, with soft brunette curls highlighting her face. Her figure was just a little fuller, gone were the slim hips and a more rounded hourglass shape had emerged. Even her breast area looked a little larger, maybe fuller. If I had to guess, Susan had probably added ten pounds, and it was distributed proportionally well. I crossed the room to where she was conversing with others, when she excused herself and stepped way from them, more towards me. Trying to act as professionally as possible in our current environment. I extended my hand and said, "Good morning Susan." I noticed a fleeting look of disappointment at my hand, and then realizing our public setting, with a wide smile she replied back cheerfully, "Good morning to you as well!" Looking deeply into her eyes I could see moisture beginning to well up. I softly shook my head as if to say to her, "please don't cry, at least not here." Simultaneously, we both pulled into a firm, squeezing hug while trying to maintain all the professionalism we could muster. Susan's mouth felt warm on my neck as she said, in a softly trembling voice, "Where did you go?" My nose was in her hair, just above her ear, inhaling that now refamiliar smell, when I replied in a whisper, "It's all right, we're both here now." I felt her shiver momentarily, and realizing our public show, we each quickly pulled back to arm's length, looking deeply into the eyes of the other. "It is so good to see you again," she said emphatically. "And you as well, Susan," I replied. "You as well," I said with emphasis. We released our gentle grip from one another and backed away a step or two, still looking deeply, lovingly, at each other. Soon, the announcement came for the conference to begin, and we both went to our assigned seating areas. But even as we moved about the room and conversed with others, we both knew where the other was as we couldn't keep our eyes off each other. Following the mundane opening and some interesting, and other not so interesting presentations, the group took it's first fifteen minute break. Which typically turn into half hour breaks as there usually aren't large-enough facilities and folks conduct informal business discussions. As soon as everyone stood, I saw Susan heading over my way in a determinedly quick manner. "Can I speak to you for a minute," she asked? "Certainly," I replied as I guided us to a nearby vacant corner. "What's up?" "This is somewhat embarrassing," she said almost ruefully, "but I have what one might call a 'wardrobe malfunction', and I could end up, well, putting on an unwanted show, if you know what I mean." "Unwanted by who," I asked? Immediately catching my humor, she lightly smacked my left shoulder, and with a grin said, "I can't check in until after three. Is it possible to borrow your room key so I can properly address this?" I was reaching into my suit jacket pocket before she'd even finished asking, and handed it to her, saying, "1107." She thanked me with a smile and turned to leave. "Let me know if I can do anything to help," I nearly yelled out. Susan turned her head and smiled back at me at she was walking away, and shook her head as if to say, "I can't believe you just said that." Or was it, "Sure, come on up and 'help'." As the conference restarted I noticed Susan hadn't returned yet. Must have been a serious malfunction, I surmised. About twenty minutes later she quietly came back into the room. As an attractive woman, almost all eyes were on her as she made her way to her seat. She was probably used to people looking, even staring at her, but I guess it can be a nuisance if you're receiving unwanted attention. Or if a hundred people are watching you at the same time. Including me. But, as I knew she would, Susan handled the situation with class, and looked up at me with a smile as she took her seat before turning her attention to the speaker. I kept looking at her, and after a moment or so she looked back over to me. We locked eyes for several seconds, before she looked down and then smiled broadly, before returning her look at the presenter. I'd long since tuned him out, and it took a few minutes before she glanced back over to me, then back to the front as she straightened her shoulders. Lunchtime came much too slowly, and the event organizers began marshaling us over to an adjoining room set up for dining. Before breaking, they encourage us to break from our usual inner circles and get to know some of the other attendees. That was easy, I'd lunch with my favorite Defense contractor. As I approached Susan in the now-forming lunch line, I asked, "Is everything okay?" She looked surprised initially, and the with a soft laugh said, "Oh, that. Yes, all's well," as she demonstrably ran her hands up and down her sides. Handing me the room key, she turned more serious and said, "Thank you so much. You did me a huge favor, I hope I can return it someday." I lightheartedly replied, "I'm certain I can think of something, given enough time." She lightly slapped her hand on the front of my jacket, in the center of my chest, and then held it there for a few seconds. Then she slowly moved it down a few inches, knowing I could feel the pressure of her touch, and then pulling it away before things got obscene. She then turned and silently stood directly in front of me as we continued to move through the line. Soon, the gentleman in front of her took a few steps forward. She feigned a step, then stopped. I moved forward as soon as I saw her move, and bumped directly into her back before I could stop myself. I grabbed her shoulders to keep from falling into her and said, "I'm so sorry," before realizing exactly what had just occurred. She looked over her shoulder, and with a soft smile said, "Oh, it's okay. Nobody got hurt," before turning back to the front and moving forward. I think she was gently laughing, and I made sure to give her enough space, without getting too far away. She glanced back again with a smile. We sat together, away from the others, and began covering the last thirty years in an hour and a half. How our respective careers progressed, the twists and turns throughout, and our friends along the way. Susan was still in touch with Beth, and even showed me a recent picture of her. I commented that Beth had become an attractive woman. "Well, she's happily married to a guy she grew up with at church," I was matter of factly told. When Susan showed me a picture of her daughter, I was shocked. "That's you, thirty years ago," I exclaimed. "Wow Susan, she's beautiful. You should be very proud." She smiled and said, "Out of the ugly duckling relationship came a beautiful swan." She was beaming. Soon, it was back to the afternoon session, where all of us would fight the urge to take a nap. As the conference ended for the day we met up again as the crowd began moving out. I asked if she had any evening plans, and Susan said, "Let's play it by ear. How 'bout we get together after we freshen up?" "Sounds good," I said, "Why don't I call your cell after I get a shower. Maybe in forty-five minutes or so?" "That should work," she replied with a smile, "See you soon." She headed towards the lobby as I made my way to my room. Not an hour later I'm coming out of the bathroom, having just showered. Entering the living area as I continue to dry my hair, I then lower the towel from my face to dry the rest of my body. Just as I'm facing the window area I freeze and, nearly shouting say, "What the..." "Fuck?" Susan says, as if completing the sentence for me. "Oh, we'll get to that soon, I'm sure," she continues. Time seemed to stop as my mind started to process everything before me. The drapes were open, but the sheer curtains were pulled closed, giving everything outside a gausy appearance. A chair was in front of the sheers, with Susan sitting back in a relaxed position, one foot on the floor and the other draped over the right arm of the chair. She was wearing the light blue dress shirt I'd worn all day, and it wasn't buttoned. I could see her distinct cleavage, but the nipples were covered. The sleeves were rolled up some, but still too long since I could barely make out her fingers. Her left hand was resting on her left thigh, but her right hand was between her legs, with her middle finger slowly moving up and down. I could just make out a hint of her brown pubic hair above her wrist. I must have looked shocked, hell, I was shocked as I slowly began to realize that with her behavior earlier in the day, and now this, Susan had become much more sexually aggressive than when we were much younger. I'd missed the earlier signs, but how? I was typically more situationally aware, I must've been knocked off my game because of our emotional reunion. "Never had a woman in your hotel room?" Susan asks, still stirring her fingers below and bringing me back to the moment. "Well yes, of course...wait, can we talk about that some other time? How did you get in here," I ask. "We'll talk later," she replied. "In the meantime, come on over here handsome." Still holding the towel in front of me, I made my way the six to eight feet between us as she straightened up in the chair, and I began to kneel down in front of her. "Oh no big boy, stay right up here. And let's get rid of this," as she grabbed the towel and laid it next to her. The shirt was teasingly opened just a little more where I could see more of her breast's fullness, but still keeping the nipples hidden. Her soft spikes must be holding the shirt in place, but that definitely irritated me because I wanted to see all of her! Looking up at me, Susan says, "I think you'll enjoy the fact that I've gotten better at this since we were last together. But, you be the judge," she says wryly. With that she both moves forward and pulls me towards her as she takes my now hardened cock in her delicate hands. Sticking out her tongue, she gently licks at the precum now oozing from the head. "Mmmmm, just as delicious as I remember," she says as she looks at me again. Still peering up, she begins to slowly run her tongue up and down my shaft while moaning almost imperceptibly. Next, she rubs the head back and forth across her lips, and then, with closed eyes, rubs my entire warm cock all over both cool cheeks, as if making love to it with her face. Her moaning gets a little louder, when she stops and, looking lovingly into my eyes says, "I hope you like this." Susan then opens her mouth and slowly engulfs my entire cock, all the way down to my closely-shaved pubic hair, and holds it there. I can feel her softly swallowing, creating an intense sucking sensation on the cockhead, before she slowly pulls back until just the tip is in her mouth, with her tongue softly rolling over it. A couple of more head bobs, and she removed my saliva-coated shaft and asks, "How was that?" "World class," was the only thought I could speak, remembering how she'd only taken half my stiffened pole in our previous oral adventure, years ago. "Why, thank you," she said smilingly. "I'm feeling a little parched though, do you think you can give a girl a drink?" Not waiting for an answer, Susan immediately took my cock back into her mouth and proceeded to give it a thorough tongue bath. She began softly rolling my balls with one hand, while she placed the other on my hip to steady us both. Soon, her sensually slow but deliberate head bobbing and serpentine tongue weaving, coupled with a light humming, had me on the precipice of a massive explosion. I let her know I was close to coming, and she gave me an enthusiastic, "Mmmm hmmm," in response while continuing her loving attention to detail. My knees started to buckle as my cock became a hydrant, spraying the deepest parts of her mouth and coating her tongue while I shouted, "Good god, Susan!" I used her head to gently steady myself, and not to push deeper or make her gag, because if I'd reached for anything else, like the arms of the chair, I would have bent over and pulled my pulsing cock from her exquisite mouth. Now that would have been a sight; maybe another time. As she finished sucking my cock, Susan released it with an audible pop, licked her lips and said, "Wow, you taste so good. And that was a lot." "You bring out the best in me, so to speak," I shakingly replied. Her hand was softly squeezing my cock, keeping it in it's aroused state, as she demonstrably savored my essence. She stood and released my shaft for a minute, and the shirt fell from her shoulders. As I'd surmised earlier, her breasts had increased in size and fullness, and were beautifully standing straight out. No perceptible droop, but not upturned as they once were, nature had been kind to her over the years. The nipples must have been caressed by the shirt as they were standing tall and thick. I just had to touch her, if for no other reason than to steady myself from the energy-sapping orgasm I'd just experienced. She let the shirt fall completely to the floor and I reached to firmly squeeze her luscious mounds, and roll the rock-hard nipples. As I bent to take one in my mouth, she stopped me, gently grabbed my cock again, and pointed towards the bedroom. "Let's go in there, and do what we talked about earlier," she said. "Let's fuck." Her salty language still took me by surprise, but I love a woman who knows what she wants, especially if I can assist her, so I quietly moved with her as we laid on the bed together. Our embrace became increasingly passionate as we rediscovered each other. Despite her bold language and actions, she was still the soft and amorous Susan; same velvet lips and vibrant tongue. Same soft, womanly fragrance. My hands roamed as we continued our exhilarating kissing, and went from the soft firmness of her bosom, to the thermal wetness between her legs. Pushing me away from our embrace, Susan's eyes were blazing as she said, matter of factly, "I've been soaked down there all day just waiting for you, I don't need any foreplay. Now, get on and get to it." Her newfound directness was going to take some getting used to, I told myself, but I, of course, was more than eager to comply. We repositioned ourselves towards the bed's center, and I moved between her legs, my chest over hers. Grasping my cock, she teasingly rubbed it up and down her soaked lips before lining me up at her entrance. I slowly eased my way into her center as we both gave a moan only pleasure can elicit. The smartass in me wanted to say something to the effect of, "Honey, I'm home!", and it felt that way, but I knew better. The thought was fleeting, it turned out, as the sensations of her velvet glove were moving from my cock, up and into my entire body. We began moving in unison, grinding and pushing against one another, moaning, kissing, embracing and sharing in the pleasure we we giving each other. Soon, I raised up to watch her reactions as we continued our torrid coupling. After a few minutes of non-repetitive stroking, I moved back on my knees while holding her legs. I must have been hitting the right spot because she immediately began uttering, "Yes, right there. Like that. Yes. Oh, that feels so damn good," as she raised her hips from the bed just a little. Seeing her lovely breasts softly roll in seemingly small circles soon caused me to release her legs and firmly envelop both of them in my hands. They were warm and substantial as my fingers tenderly kneaded and pulled on them. As our passion increased, our actions became a little more ragged with both approaching our rapturous release. Susan began bucking her hips more energetically as she urged me to, "Stroke deeper...,fuck me. Fuck me harder! Faster! Yes...yes, just like that. God, yes!" Despite having come earlier, the gripping heat from her deliciously creamy well, as well as our frantically pleasurable movements,were bringing me closer to the delicious end, and I told her so. "I'm going to come in you so deep," I told her. "Do it!," she nearly shouted, "Do it now!" She grabbed my hair and pulled my into an open-mouthed kiss that took us over the edge, and I poured my liquid ecstasy into her spasming channel. Susan then threw her legs around me, locking me in place as she arched her hips up and down, and gently rocked us side to side. I exhaustedly placed my face in her neck as she repeatedly uttered, "So good. So good." I nodded in the affirmative, still breathless and unable to speak. As my cock began returning to it's flaccid state Susan released her leg lock, her body becoming relaxingly limp. Rolling off, I inhaled and exhaled deeply. "That was intensely awesome," I muttered. "You're still awesome," she replied. I tried to laugh, but was still trying to catch my breath. "I can't believe I waited thirty-some years to experience that again," said Susan. "I can't believe you waited thirty-some years to have sex again," I jokingly replied. That brought an elbow in the ribs. "Be serious. I was talking about being fucked so well," she stated. "Which begs the question, why are you still single when you screw like that?" "So many women, so little time," came my flippant reply. Susan sat up and looked at me. "C'mon, funny man, I'm sure I'm not the only one to experience your talents, and I DO remember you have MANY talents. So what gives?"