0 comments/ 36062 views/ 0 favorites The Print Lady By: Miltone "As you can see, we have a pretty complete printing facility and can take on any job you give us!" said Karen, the tall, strikingly attractive owner of the quick printing shop. "So you do," I said, taking a look around at the presses and computer-based printers. "This is a very impressive operation." Karen smiled and her green eyes sparkled with pride. She was statuesque as they used to say; tall and shapely with nice full breasts, a trim waistline, and a firm ass that curved perfectly. Her shoulder length blond hair was brushed perfectly into place. She carried herself so nicely. When she walked past, every man noticed. It wasn't a flagrantly sexy wiggly kind of walk, but very elegant and womanly. "We've tried to anticipate every need and meet it in the best way possible," she added. "What if I have a tight deadline, or have an unusual request?" I asked. "We'll work all night if need be, to make sure that our customers are satisfied." "That's nice to know," I replied, and a sudden nasty thought dawned on me. How hard would she work to make sure I was really satisfied, you know, nod, nod, wink, wink, satisfied? Instead I go along with our polite, professional conversation. "I can see that you've got everything that I need right here." "Well, thanks," she replied, her lovely green eyes looking down and away in an embarrassed sort of way. I had been sending some odd print jobs to Karen's company ever since moving into our new headquarters several months before. Since her shop was nearby, she had made a "welcome to the neighborhood" kind of courtesy call after we moved in and I had tried her business out for a few minor projects. She had recently stopped by to see if there was anything else they could do for us and invited me over to take a look at her operation. Now, having seen their place, I knew there would be more work for them. Besides, it would be worth it just to see her smiling face and shapely figure around our office more often. "So, it's a little after noon," I said checking out the clock on the wall. "Would you be interested in having lunch with me?" I asked. "Well, uh, okay, I guess," she replied, apparently surprised by my invitation. Her eyes narrowed for a moment as she gave me quick look up and down. Then she smiled and accepted my invitation. "That would be nice, Johnny. There's some pretty good places close by." "Great! Let's do it!" We went back to her office so that she could grab her purse and notebook. "I can't go anywhere without this!" she exclaimed. I drove and she picked out the restaurant. As we walked up to the restaurant, I followed behind her and couldn't help but notice the sway to her hips as she walked. That and the fact that I could see she was wearing thong panties under her tight stretch pants that let the cheeks of her bounce delightfully. I had to remind myself that this was a professional business lunch and that I should keep my mind strictly on business. After we were seated and settled into our booth she ordered a coke. "I'd order something stronger," she said with a knowing smile--a sweet, alluring smile. "But I have a lot of work to do this afternoon when I get back." "Same here," I replied as I ordered black coffee. She leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table. I tried hard not to notice how her nice full breasts rested just above the level of the table. Her top fit her breasts snugly, but not too tight, just enough to show off her ample curves. As simple courtesy and common sense I made sure that I looked at her eyes when I talked to her. This was proving a challenge as I dined with this pretty young woman. "How many different projects do you do in a year's time?" she asked, trying to fill out our printing needs. "Two newsletters on a quarterly basis; probably three or four new pieces of literature a year, and reprints for a couple dozen other brochures." "Any of them in color?" she asked. "Most of them, yes," I replied. And so it continued, gladly or safely for me at least. She was all business as we waited for our lunch. From time to time she tapped a note or two into her notebook. But during lunch we began to wander into more personal territory. She mentioned that she was single and currently unattached. I told her that I was married, though not too happily. She loved to swim, play tennis, and go to shows and plays and movies. So did I, but my wife didn't so we didn't get out much. I liked to ski in the winter and so did she. She liked all kinds of music. Although I loved jazz most of all, there wasn't much I wouldn't listen to. She had no plans this weekend, and since my wife was going up north to her friend's cottage I didn't either. I managed to keep my eyes on hers as we talked and I noticed how she tilted her head and smiled every time we discovered a common interest. She insisted on paying the bill, despite my best arguments. As we were leaving, she paused just outside the restaurant door. "I hope you don't mind my asking this," she said. "It's kind of personal, but if you aren't doing anything this weekend, would you be interested in getting together?" "Uh, well, gee. No, I don't mind," I stammered, quite surprised at her invitation. "I mean, I would be interested. I mean, you know I could never take the lead. But I would love to get together with you." "You said you had a pool at your house?" she mentioned with a casual interest. "Sure do. Nice size with a cozy private yard." "Great. Why don't I stop by around noon or so?" "You realize that I'm married." "I remember," she said. "What difference does that make? I have a lot of man friends who are married. One of my girlfriends says that I specialize in married men. Besides you look kind of lonely and that's the best kind." I wasn't sure what to say as we walked to the car. I gave her directions while driving back to her shop. She offered her hand before slipping out of my car. "About noon then?" she said. I nodded and watched as she walked up the walk to her building, her sweet ass swaying seductively. My hand shook as I shifted into reverse and backed away. Specializes in married men? Sure, I'm unhappy and vulnerable. What was I doing? Friday night I cleaned the house thoroughly and could hardly sleep from the anxiety and the excitement. Saturday morning I cleaned the pool and deck so that it sparkled. I had finished up and had started to put away the tools when the doorbell sounded. Karen stood at the door wearing a smile and a pair of little sunglasses. She had on a loose white t-shirt with blue jeans and was toting a large bag. I let her in and showed her around the ground floor. "You have a nice home," she remarked. "Thanks," I said as I showed her out to the pool. "This is beautiful! Very nice!" she said looking around the yard. I took a lot of pride in keeping up the yard. It was sort of my oasis from the world. She slipped her sandal off a foot and dipped her toes into the water. "Ooh, this feels great! Should I change inside?" "You can use the downstairs bath if you like. There are towels and suntan lotion and stuff so help yourself." "Thanks, but I'm well prepared," she said slapping her bag. She slipped back inside and I finished putting away the pool tools before going inside to change myself. What am I doing? I asked myself again as I quickly hustled up the stairs to my bedroom. When I stepped inside the room, I was startled to see Karen in the process of changing. Her t-shirt and jeans were tossed onto the bed and she stood over by the closet in a baby blue satin bra and panties outfit with her hands behind her back ready to unhook her bra. The straps had fallen off her shoulders and her nice breasts were ready to fall out of the dainty little garment. With the wardrobe mirrors behind her, it was like there were four of her in the room, all of them about to give me a real show. "Oh, you're here," I stammered. "I thought you'd change downstairs." "I know, but I decided to change up here. You don't mind do you? I wanted to see which suit I should wear and you have these great mirrors in here." I looked down and noticed that she had laid out a couple suits on the bed. She scooped them up from the bed. "I wasn't sure if I should go conservative," she said holding up a single, modest one-piece suit that was black with a multicolored splash of color across the front. "Or fashionable," she said holding up one of the new tankini two piece suits in a colorful tropical print. "Or downright sexy," she said now holding up a dinky little black string bikini. "What do you think, Johnny?" "Whatever you're comfortable with," I said, looking down and away with embarrassment. "That means I go with sexy. You don't mind, do you?" "No, whatever you like." "Before you go down the wrong road, let's get something straight, Johnny," she said, her smile narrowing, and setting her hands on her hips. There was something about seeing her standing like that, with her breasts nearly falling out of her bra, the little shiny panties barely covering her delectable pussy, that made me feel as if I was going to shake apart. "I like you, Johnny," she went on. "I really like you. You're an attractive man who has always shown me respect and professionalism in our business dealings. But today we're not at work. I live an open life without attachments, without strings. I'm proud of my looks and don't mind flaunting them. Now, that doesn't mean that anything is going to happen between us. Then again is doesn't mean that it won't. So, let's relax and let things happen, okay? If you can't handle it, then let me know right now." "I'm all right," I said taking a deep breath and straightening up. "I can handle it. It's just that I've just never done something like this and I hope you understand if I act a little uncomfortable at times." "I understand," she replied. "More than you know." "If it's all the same," I remarked. "I really would like to see you in the little string bikini thing." She smiled again as I grabbed my suit from a drawer and went into the bathroom to change so she could change uninterrupted. When I came out, Karen had slipped the suit on and was trying to secure the top. "Can you help me?" she asked fumbling with the string tie. "Sure," I said, feeling the sweat building up as I stood next to her and struggled to tie the string for her. I knew she was just playing with me so I tried to relax and enjoy the scene. "Just a single knot and not too tight, okay?" she said. I could see in the mirror that she was arranging the cups in a vain attempt to cover her magnificent breasts. "That feels great. So what do you think?" she asked turning around and holding her arms out. "Wow! That's all I can say. Wow!" She looked outstanding at maybe five-ten or five-eleven and was remarkably slender but with every curve in the right place. I felt a twinge in my cock as I gave her an appreciative up and down glance. Her full breasts overflowed the small triangles on top and the slim bottom was pulled tight against her pussy. I looked her in the eye again. "Wow!" I said. "Johnny," she said gathering up her bag. "You can look at my body if you want. I keep it in shape and am rather proud of it, so don't be so shy." She patted me on the cheek as she gathered up her bag and strolled toward the doorway. "Of course that is one of your charms." As I followed her down the stairs, the slim strip of material that made up her bottom slipped up the cracks of her butt making it look almost as if she was naked. The way she walked made it clear that she was confident and self-assured and not ashamed of her body. I could feel a rising sense of excitement surging up inside of me. It had sexual overtones, but there was more to it than that. She was an exciting woman to be near. The ten years or so between our ages seemed to disappear along with the little backaches and shoulder pains that I had come to live with in recent years. I felt as if there was nothing I wouldn't do to please her, or make her smile. Outside, we arranged the lounge chairs on the deck to get the best exposure to the sun. I asked if she wanted something to drink. Juice or water was her preference, so I went back inside and prepared a tray with fruit juice, ice bucket and glasses. She had seated herself on one of the chairs and was reclining as I offered her a drink. "Is this fresh?" she asked. "No, just from concentrate, but I hope you like it," I confessed. "It's passion-mango-apple-strawberry, or something like that." "I'm sure that it will be great." As we made ourselves comfortable, she pulled a spray bottle of sun block from her bag and lightly covered the luscious expanse of skin on display. I could see her nipples protrude through her top as she rubbed the lotion into her skin, particularly when she rubbed about her breasts. "What a gorgeous day!" she exclaimed leaning back. "You know you should put some of this on too. This sun will burn you up." "Sure," I admitted and began to protect myself. "I'm glad we had the chance to do this," Karen remarked. "You're one of my favorite customers and I've always wondered what sort of person you were like outside of the workplace." "Pretty ordinary," I said. "Just an average guy, you know. Not the sort of fellow I would normally think you spend your time with." "And what sort of guy would that be?" "Young, handsome, rich," I said thinking about the lifestyle I imagined that she would lead. "The kind who takes you off to Vail for long ski weekends; down to Grand Cayman for a week in the Winter; then off to New York to catch the latest premiere." She began to laugh out loud. "Well, I can see that you have a much more fertile imagination than I thought," she chuckled. "I have known a few rich, young, handsome guys, but more often than not, they turned out to be pretty big disappointments. They fell in love and wanted to marry me when I had no feelings for them, or vice versa. I usually have better luck at limited relationships. Sometimes a married man like you can be more fun. You aren't trying to marry me or sweep me away from what I'm doing. You want some fun, some companionship, maybe a hot steamy affair. Is that what you're looking for?" "At this point, I not looking for anything," I replied. "I know I don't want to leave my wife and kids. I love this house and my toys and don't want to throw it all away and start over. But there are times when I feel like something is missing." "Have you talked to your wife about the way you feel?" "I've tried, but I don't believe that she will ever change. Don't get me wrong, though. She's a good mother to the kids. She keeps the house up real well. She's a hard worker at what she likes to do, but that just doesn't include being the lover she was twenty years ago. And I'm not about to force anything over on her." "So you stay together, even though you're miserable?" "She's not. She says she's content with the way things are. If I get an uncontrollable urge, she just dutifully pulls her nightgown up, spreads her legs, closes her eyes, and lets me have my way. But I just can't do that anymore. I want someone who wants me too. That's not too much to ask, is it?" "No, Johnny," she replied, sadly. "Not at all." "I know myself pretty well. I can accept my lot in life. And now, I find myself with you, the kind of woman who never seems to go for me and I feel like an awkward young kid. My palms are sweaty and I don't know what to say so I prattle on about stuff you couldn't care less about." "Well, don't apologize," she said, reaching over to rest her hand on my arm. "I find that all you've told me is interesting. I feel like I know you much better and understand where you're at in your life as if I've known you all along." "Well, enough about that, okay? I didn't have you over here to talk about my sucky marriage." "No problem, Johnny. Let's just relax and enjoy the day. You know, maybe our meeting was just meant to be. For both of us." We sat for a few minutes in silence. From time to time she would brush at herself, spreading the sunblock around her hot body. I found myself letting my gaze linger longer and more lovingly on her long slender frame. Suddenly she began to laugh. "What's so funny?" I asked. "I was just thinking about the last guy I was out with," she said shaking her head. "He was young and handsome enough, though not real rich. Everything seemed to be going fine, but it turned out that he loved his mother a lot more than he liked me. I could see it wouldn't work out and dumped him." "And on to the next conquest?" "Then that would make you my next conquest," she said, looking over at me. "I can't believe that," I said returning her glance. "I mean a lovely young woman such as yourself must have a long line of guys hanging around." "Hardly, Johnny," she remarked with a laugh. "I don't know what's wrong with me. Maybe I'm too forward and scare men off, or something. But I don't get asked out all that often. Only when I go to a bar with a friend and some drunken slob starts hanging all over me. Then it can get real embarrassing." "For you or him?" "Both." "Say, how about I put some music on?" I suggested. "What would you like to hear?" "What are your favorites?" she asked. "I just got a set of Steely Dan re-issues." "I love them, and this is perfect weather for it!" I went inside to cue up some CDs and select the outside speakers. I paused at the patio door before slipping back outside. Karen had adjusted the back of her lounge chair and lay back down, this time on her belly. Back outside, I refilled our glasses and took a long drink. "Can you do my backside for me?" she asked, pulling her hair over to the side exposing her shoulders. "I think I can do that," I said, taking a seat on her lounge and reaching for the sunblock. "You can undo my top if you'd like," she said with a devilish smile. "I know you've been waiting to get me naked." "Like you're not half naked already," I said pulling the single knot apart with a light tug. "I know. This suit is pretty small. But I knew you'd like it as much as I enjoy giving you an eyeful." I sprayed the lotion over her back and let my hands gently spread it over her supple flesh. Her skin was so soft to the touch I didn't want to pull my hands away. "That feels great! Don't stop!" she cooed. I sprayed some onto her butt and thighs and began to rub. She spread her legs apart, perhaps to let me spread the lotion on the tender flesh on the inside of her thighs, or perhaps to give me a view of the cleft running between the cheeks of her fine ass. I let my fingers wander as far as the rim of her suit. "Can I hire you to be my full time sunblock assistant?" she asked. "What does the job pay?" "Not much money, but I understand the fringe benefits are terrific." I sprayed and spread some more on her back and shoulders, if only to give myself an excuse to keep my hands on her soft beautiful skin. I finally moved back onto my lounge and closed my eyes letting the smooth jazzy sounds of Steely Dan sweep over me. After a few minutes I felt my skin begin to tingle and realized that I had better turn over as Karen had. I rolled over onto my stomach and glanced in her direction. I could see her eyes peering over the top of her sunglasses. "You look like you'd better wear some protection," she remarked. "And so now it's my turn!" She scooted over to my chair and sat beside me. I could feel her hot flesh next to mine and she sprayed me down with the lotion. Her soft tender hands began to massage the lotion into me. From the corner of my eye, I noticed that her top was hanging down loosely around her neck and one of her precious boobs played hide and seek with me. Her hands worked particularly hard on my shoulders. The Print Lady "Loosen up, Johnny!" she remarked. "You are really too tense!" she said as she worked her fingers into the stiff muscles of my neck and shoulders. She worked down my back and did my legs. Finally satisfied that she had done her job well, she slipped back onto her lounge and stretched out to absorb the warming sunshine. "Man, this is the life," I remarked. "Days like this make me real lazy for some reason." "I know," she replied. "You better watch out. I could stay here forever." "Well, that might give me a thing or two to explain now, wouldn't it?" She laughed in return. We remained silent for only a few minutes. The sun was in its full glory and I began to feel real hot and sweaty. The pool began to call out to me. "I don't know about you, but I think I'm gonna jump in," I said pushing myself up from the lounge. "You're right," she said. "I'm sweating like a pig. I think I'll join you." She stood up and fumbled with her top. "Oh, what the hell!" she said whipping it off over her head and shaking her head so that her hair fell back behind her shoulders. She looked over at me as if to gage my reaction. I'm sure my jaw had dropped a bit to gape at her gorgeous tits, now proudly bared. They were indeed full and firm and stood out from her body, the nipples nicely erect from the summer breeze. "You don't mind do you?" she asked. "Come on!" I said taking her hand. "I'm a big boy. I'll get over it." We ran over to the pool and jumped in the deep end together. Underwater, we swam apart and broke the surface near the diving board. I dove down and swam to the shallow end, letting the cooling water flow over my sun-warmed skin. She swam toward me and stopped half way. She plunged down below the water and emerged in a few seconds next to me. "This feels great," she said brushing her wet hair back from her face. "The water is terrific!" "Thanks!" I said, noting how her nipples were fully erected and stood out proudly from her boobs. I swam a couple of laps and then challenged her to a race, being careful to let her win. She tried to dunk me during her celebration so I crouched down, grabbed her legs under the water and tossed her up in the air. "You bastard!" she laughed when she emerged over by the stairs. I swam over near her and stood up as she brushed the water and wet hair from her eyes. We were wet and half naked and standing just inches apart laughing. When our eyes met the laughing stopped. I couldn't help must notice how beautiful she was all dripping wet. I took a step toward her and she backed up. I took another longer step and she backed up again, but not as far. We were right next to the steps and when she went to take another step backward she fell back to a sitting position on the stairs and I settled down into the water and eased my body toward her. Our faces were just inches apart and she was looking at me intently, her green eyes searching mine. She leaned forward as if to kiss me and I pulled back. "You know this is crazy," I said as she continued forward. "I do," she replied. "But you should know that I've wanted to kiss you ever since that first day we met in your office." I stopped and let her lips brush up against mine. It was a tender kiss that I gladly returned. We traded little kisses back and forth, so light that only our lips touched. "Well, now that that's out of the way, why don't we dry off," she said. I followed her up the stairs and out of the pool. Of course I couldn't help but notice how her wet suit bottom clung to the curves of her ass. "You know with that suit of yours wet, it's almost like you're naked," I said. "Same here," she said gesturing toward my own wet swimming shorts clinging to my hips. We dried off and settled back onto our lounges. She sprayed some lotion on her beautiful tits and asked for some rum to put in her fruit juice. I obliged her and fetched the Bacardi. And the afternoon cycle repeated. We talked and sunned ourselves, listening to the easy relaxing music. Then we took a swim to cool off. There was a little horseplay. I swam up behind her underwater and caught a glimpse of her luscious ass and thought of pulling her suit down, but she heard me at the last second and dove away. I chased her and finally caught her in the corner. "Oh, my! You big brute!" she said playfully, covering her wet trembling breasts with her arms. "Whatever are you going to do to me?" I slowly pressed in toward her, taking hold of her wrists and pulling them away from her chest. "First I shall rip your clothing from you, oh fair damsel," I said bringing my face to hers. "Then I shall make mad passionate, violent love to you!" I pulled her arms back behind her and pressed up against her, our bodies touching, her breasts on my chest, my cock on her belly. "Oh, promises, promises!" she said tauntingly. "You guys always talk a good ball game, but when the time comes it's too little too late." "Try me!" I say brushing my lips on hers. I could feel her tremble beneath my grasp, even though I was sure that she could break free if she had wanted. "All right, then" she said in a weak little voice. "I surrender to you, knave! Have with me as you will!" She fell limp against me and I let go of her wrists and slipped my arms around her. She brought her arms up to my shoulders and pulled herself close for a deeper, more loving kiss. "Ooh, this feels awful nice, don't you think?" she whispered between kisses. I could feel her belly pressing up against me as she brought one leg up and crooked it around behind me. "It does. Are you sure you want to be doing that?" I asked. "I don't want to be anywhere else doing anything differently." We cuddled and kissed some more, but I was hesitant to go any farther. It had been so long since I had romanced a woman, I wanted the excitement to last. But then, I also noticed that the afternoon was getting on, and I was feeling a bit hungry. "Are you getting hungry?" I asked. "I'm actually famished," she replied. "Why don't we get dried off and changed and grab a bite to eat?" I suggested. She agreed and we went inside. I stepped into the shower to rinse off. As the warm water splashed over me, washing the sunblock and sweat off of me, I felt a draft as the shower door opened. Karen, now fully naked, slipped inside. "Why waste water?" she said with a giggle. "Shower with a friend." There was plenty of room inside for both of us. She asked me to soap up her back and I obliged, letting my hands wander around to fondle her magnificent breasts. In turn she made sure that my cock was soaped up well. She looked down at my growing erection as she soaped me up with her loving hand. I leaned back against the shower wall and she stroked me harder and harder. Finally she leaned over and whispered in my ear. "You have a wonderful penis!" "And you just don't stop, do you?" I remarked. I took the soap from her and soaped up her pussy and ass. After wrestling around for a minute or two, she turned to rinse off. As she raised her arms above her head and turned back around to face me, my arms, almost as if my instinct, slipped around her and I pulled her close to me for a long, wet kiss. Her hands fell to my shoulders and then down to cup my ass. My semi-rigid cock had nestled itself between her legs and began to rub on her slick, wet pussy. "Whoa, Baby!" she said. "Let's not waste water!" Slipping out through the shower door, she turned and leaned back inside to kiss me lightly. "We should do this more often," she said. By the time I was rinsed and dried off, Karen was sitting on the bed drying her hair with a towel. She had put on a baggy white blouse over a little red satiny spaghetti strap top and a short little black skirt. As she toweled her hair, I could see her breasts, unencumbered with a bra, wiggle deliciously under the sleek little top. The hem of her skirt had risen up to show off her shapely legs. "I love women in skirts," I remarked. "I hope as much as I enjoy wearing them," she replied. We went to Ernesto's for dinner and took our time sipping wine and enjoying an appetizer with oysters. I had asked for a booth, knowing that they were in the back in a more private setting, which we enjoyed. We both ordered the filet Italiano. Afterwards, we lingered over dessert and an after dinner drink before heading back. She slipped over to ride next to me on the way back to my place. We held hands as I drove on. She guided my hand to the hem of her skirt, making sure that my fingers were on the soft skin of her inner thigh. Then her hand wandered over to my lap so that her fingers could locate and rub against my cock. She lightly rubbed me as my fingers slipped up under her skirt and soon reached the rim of her panties. My curious fingers explored the lace and elastic and slip up underneath. I can feel the moist hot skin underneath and the moist waiting lips of her pussy. As I touched her sex, she reached down and pulled her panties off. "How's that?" she says. "Ooh, Baby! Easy access!" I replied, trying to keep a safe eye on the road as I let my fingers do the walking. Her hand glided back onto my cock and remained there rubbing me ever so lightly. I maintained a light touch on her twat, trying to mirror her level of attention to me. We remained in the car after I pulled up in the driveway. We felt each other up as if we were teenagers on our third date. We turned part way to face each other and my hands drifted up to touch her tits through the silky little top under the open blouse. We kissed and our tongues danced a romantic tango. She shivered a bit when my eager fingers reached her nipples. My light exploring touch became heavier as I cupped her breasts and squeezed them ever so gently, twiddling the stiff tips between thumb and forefinger. Suddenly I became aware that some neighbors were out for a late walk and we decided to break up our little tryst. "This has been a really nice day, Karen," I say, as I open the door. "It doesn't have to end here," she replies. We went inside for a drink. "How about a midnight swim?" she suggested. "How about skinny dipping?" I countered. "Now that's more like it," she said, pulling her blouse away from her shoulders. I reached over to her waist and took her little top in hand, pulling it slowly up over her head. She shook her head to let her hair tumble free. Slipping my hands back to her waist, I pulled her stretchy skirt down as I sink to my knees, guiding it down her long legs to her ankles and then off. Squatting down at her feet gave me a wonderful view as I look up the length of her body, the long shapely legs, the gentle curve of her belly, the magnificent curves of her full breasts, and her pretty face shrouded by a swirl of blonde hair, looking down with a warm smile. She pulled at my clothes as I stood, quickly tugging my sport shirt over my head and tossing it aside. She worked my belt and slacks open expertly and knelt down to pull them off. She slowly slipped my briefs down and my dick popped out at her once it is released. She smiled up at me as she pulled them the rest of the way off. She stood back up and gave me a quick light kiss. "Now, about that midnight swim," she whispered. I turned on the underwater lights as she moved down the steps. The water lights up and cast a beautiful glow on her, and drew some remarkable shadows on her as well. We swam about in the moonlight. As I reclined on the steps, she swam over and eased herself up onto me, as if a mermaid beaching her body on me. Her hand reached out and grabbed my cock. I touched her bare tits for the first time. She urged me to sit up out of the water and, without a word, took my cock into her mouth. She gently twisted her hand on the base of my cock as her head bobbed up and down on the head. She pulled her head off and held my dick tenderly as she kissed and sucked on my balls. Then she licked the rigid shaft from bottom to top and twirled her tongue around and around the head before plunging her head back down engulfing my eager cock in her hot wet mouth. I rested my hands on her head and let my head fall back. It may have been the terrific head she was giving me that made me see more stars in the heavens than usual. Whatever the reason, I soon could feel my balls clench up as she continued to blow me so wonderfully. "I'm going to come, Babe!" I called out. "I'm almost there!" She pulled her head up and smiled, letting her firm grip take me the rest of the way. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as I felt my cum rise up. It shot out onto her face, a blob landing on her forehead, the rest she captured with her mouth and tongue. The sight of her taking my spunk made me shake as the tensions were released. She worked every bit of cum out of me and kissed my cock one last time. "I haven't come like that since I was a teenager," I said, as I brought her face up to mine and kissed her. Her wet body pressed against mine; her luscious tits rubbed against my chest. I pulled her up from the water and perched her ass on the side so that I could eat her sweet pussy for all I was worth. She was ready and waiting for me, and spread her legs far apart to give me complete access to her sex. I tried to remember all of the tips I had ever heard or read about eating pussy and put them into play. Every thing I tried brought a terrific response from her. Soon she had grabbed the back of my head and was driving my face into her pussy. With my tongue and lips and fingers I worked to bring her to orgasm. I really wanted her to come for me as I had for her. She began to moan and cry out as she neared her peak. "Oh, yes, Baby!" she cried. "Oh, yeah!" I sucked her clit up into my mouth and worked at it with my tongue. I had three fingers working in and out of her cunt as she ground her pussy against me. She finally leaned forward and began to shake wildly. "Oh, yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" she cried as she fell atop me. After her quivering came to a rest, I brought her back down into the water with me and held her as tenderly as I could. We kissed and embraced in the glow of our midnight swim. "You really know how to show a girl a good time!" she said. "And you really know how to treat a man! I have never come like that before!" "I didn't think so," she said. "The look on your face was something else!" We swam a bit to wash off before climbing out. I went inside as she toweled off and poured some brandy. We lay naked under the stars on the lounge chairs and sipped the warming amber liquor. There was little need to talk although we continued to pass little compliments back and forth. She finally took a last sip of brandy and moved over to my chair. Surprisingly it took little time or effort for her to make my cock erect again. Holding me upright, she slipped on top and lowered herself down. We made love in the moonlight on the lounge chair, and her cries of passion echoed across the yard. She rode on top of me wildly for several minutes. I held and kissed her breasts as they bobbed in front of my face. Finally, I wrestled her around and climbed on top and fucked her for many minutes more. As she began to reach another orgasm, I drank in the look of her magnificent body, her nipples tense and hard, and her face basking in the glow of passion. She quivered and shook and pulled me tight against her wriggling body. As her feelings began to subside, I pulled my cock out of her and brought it up between her tits. She smiled slyly and pressed them together, trapping my still hard cock between her luscious mounds of soft flesh. She flicked her tongue out at my cock each time it emerged from her tits. It took only a couple of minutes to bring me off again. My cum shot off on her tits and she spread it over her tits and belly. "You little cum monkey!" she said as I collapsed down onto her. We swam again to rinse off and I toweled off and went inside to pour another round of brandies. Before I could turn around to move out, Karen had slipped up behind me and reached around to take hold of my cock. "I hope there's more to come," she said. "How about a late night snack?" I asked. We fixed some sandwiches and sat naked at the kitchen table. "Do you do this often?" I asked. "Do what? Dine in the nude?" "No, seduce older, married guys and give them the greatest night of pleasure they have ever known." "First of all, I'll take that as a compliment," she said with a shy smile. "But second of all, no, I don't do this often. I told you, I seldom meet men I want to go out with, much less make love to like a wild puppy." "I didn't mean anything like that. It's just that you seem so experienced; you know just what to do, just how to make me come all over you. I've never known a woman like you." "There aren't any tricks," she replied. "I just do what comes naturally, what feels good and right. And if I have a partner like you, who excites me and can make me come like you just did, I just go with the flow and let it happen." "God, you are beautiful," I said, not knowing where the comment came from. I tried to absorb every part of the scene before me. We were sitting nearly in the shadows of the moonlight, with only a lamp turned on low in the den. Her hair was still a bit wet from our swim and lovemaking and framed her lovely face like a golden halo. There were long shadows falling across her body. It felt as if everything was just happening naturally. After several years of having to make plans only to have those plans fizzle, it felt so good to just let go and enjoy whatever came along. She finished her snack and got up to set the empty plate on the counter. She pulled me up from the table and grabbed me by my limp cock. She led me upstairs to the bedroom and pulled the covers completely off the bed. By the time she pulled me onto the bed, my cock was no longer limp. She quickly made me ready again by using her hot tongue and wet mouth. Pushing herself up and getting onto her hands and knees, she wiggled her ass back and forth. "See anything you like, Baby?" she asked. Without a word, I answered her question by standing up at the side of the bed and pulling her hips over toward me. Spreading her legs apart slightly, I easily slipped my cock up her sodden pussy, still wet from our previous lovemaking. She began to push back against me and we fell into a sensational rhythm where she would pull off almost entirely, before pushing back as I thrust my cock fully inside of her. I held onto her hips and let the passion and pleasure sweep over me as I plunged my cock into her again and again. Her cries were louder than before as she urged me on. "Oh, fuck me, Baby!" she cried. "Fuck me! Yeah, Baby! Just like that! Oh, fuck me! Do me! Oh, Baby! Yeah!" After several minutes, she began to slow the pace yet still maintained the long stroke. She finally pushed back against me and rose up onto her knees, one hand dropping down to rub her clit, and reaching the other back around to clutch at me. I continued to push up against the cheeks of her ass. She reached over and dragged her bag over and fumbled inside one of the pockets. When she pulled out a squeeze bottle, she began to ease herself off of me and turned around to sit on the edge of the bed facing me. She stoked my rigid cock with one hand and closed her mouth around the head, flicking her tongue at the tip. With the other hand, she began to squirt some oil onto my dick. She pulled her mouth away and slathered the oil all over my cock. Stuffing the bottle back in her bag, she pushed it off the bed and got back up on her hands and knees. "I want you," she called out. "I want you to fuck my ass!" She leaned back and spread her cheeks far apart, begging for my stiff oily cock. I rubbed the head on her tight little anus. With a few light movements I managed to poke the head into her butt. The Print Lady "Oh, yeah! That's it!" she cried. "Stuff it all in, Baby!" With each stroke, I began to work my dick inside of her and soon she was taking all of me inside of her. It had been a long time since I was in the Navy and had taken a woman in such a way (but that's another story). My wife would never let me get close to something like this, and here was this gorgeous creature rocking back and forth, impaling her sweet rosebud on my prick. Although I had already come twice tonight, it didn't take long for her tight asshole to bring me to a third climax. Clenching about me like a tight little fist, her ass pumped me to the brink. I couldn't control my spasms as I thrust my dick wildly into her ass. "I'm coming again!" I shouted. "Oh, God! I'm coming!" "Oh, yeah, Baby!" she responded. "Come in me! Come in my asshole!" She kept slapping her ass back against me, letting my cum shoot up inside her ass. When I was finished, I fell against her, our sweaty bodies melting together, my greasy, withering cock slipping out of her ass. We lay for the longest while, like two spoons in a drawer, my arms wrapped around her, the scent of her perfume and sweat filling up my senses, making me drunk. "You probably think I'm some sort of slut," she said, patting my hand where it rested near her breast. "Just because you like sex, doesn't mean you're a slut," I responded. "You are one hot babe and I'll never forget this night, ever." "What about more to come?" she asked. "You mean there's a chance we could do this again?" "Well, yeah. I know a good thing when I see it." "But I thought, I mean, the way you were talking, it sounded like we could have a roll in the hay and then you'd be on to something else." "I never said that," she said turning in my arms to face me. "I told you I like married men. All that meant is that guys like you are safe from entanglements. I don't want to get married; I don't want to settle down; I don't want to have kids. Not yet anyway. And if that means that we can see each other whenever we can, for some hot sex or a quick drink, I can accept that." "You are something else," I said hugging her again. "I can't promise you anything beyond tomorrow and maybe another weekend somewhere down the line." "I don't need promises. Just hold me." And so I did. And the next thing I knew it was daylight and I was alone in the bed, my limp cock still greasy and sticky. As I opened my eyes, there was the smell of fresh coffee and bacon cooking. Her bag was still beside the bed. I went to the bathroom and quickly washed up. I grabbed my robe from the hook, went downstairs, and was greeted by a vision of loveliness. Karen stood at the stove tending the bacon, wearing one of my white dress shirts. Her hair looked freshly washed and flowed about her shoulders. I slipped up behind her slowly, and being very quiet, I quickly reached around her as she tended the bacon with a fork. "And Good Morning to you," she said as she accepted the little kisses I laid along her lovely neck. "I thought I heard you waking up." "Whoa, this is something!" I said as I cupped her breasts through the shirt. "Screw me all night long AND cook me breakfast. If you tell me you washed my car, I'll think I've died and gone to heaven." "That comes later," she said. "I'll do it if you'll make love to me again." "That can be very easily arranged," I said unbuttoning the couple of buttons that were holding the shirt together. I reached over to turn off the heat to the stove and then pulled the shirt away from her shoulders. I kissed her neck and shoulders, cupped her breasts lovingly, and ran a hand down toward her pussy. She smelled so sweet and fresh that my cock started turning hard. She turned to face me and opened my robe in the process, easing it quickly off my shoulders. She sank to her knees and started to suck me off. I leaned back against the sink for a moment as her head followed along bobbing deliciously. I pulled her up and moved her over by the counter, boosting her ass up. I lay her back onto the counter and began eating her sweet pussy. Everything began moving fast. Soon she was begging me to fuck her, and I did, right there on the kitchen counter. Then she slipped down and turned around and begged for it from behind. I rammed my cock home, deep inside her pussy and we fucked wildly. She frigged herself with her hand and we were soon both ready to come again. We reached a climax just about at the same time, though I was just a little after her, and I spurted my load deep inside her pussy. "You should have saved some cream for the coffee," she said with her sexiest smile. We laughed and finished cooking breakfast before spending the day together rooting through some antique shops near town. We both knew it couldn't last, that it wouldn't last--nothing that burns so brightly ever can. But while it lasted, we made love every chance we could, we held each other tightly, and parted as friends. From time to time I still see Karen and we greet each other warmly. We still have lunch occasionally. And there is always that look in her eye that tells me she still remembers when we were young and foolish.