0 comments/ 10569 views/ 1 favorites The Saga of Ed & Tammy Ch. 1 By: dansemajik Chapter 1: The Meeting My story is a strange one. Or, maybe it isn't so strange. My name is Tammy; I am a 36-year-old divorcee. I loved my life. My job was rewarding, and challenging, I dated casually, and hung out with friends. I had a lot going for me. Then, I met him. Ed. The minute his eyes connected with mine, my life took a wild turn. I had seen him around from time to time, and always when his blue eyes met my gaze, there was an electrical current that passed between us. I usually looked away first. It was too intense, too real. I always watched him walk away. His long blonde hair lying across his broad shoulders always incited fantasies in me. I wondered what it would feel like falling across my face. I am not a beautiful woman. I am very attractive, pretty, and to some men very sexy. I am short, and sort of curvy, with short wavy blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. What makes me sexy is my very sensual nature. I love sex. I had seen Ed with women before; they were all older than I, and a totally different type. I wasn't sure what he saw in them, especially when I was sure I could offer him something he would never forget. I was really surprised when one day, he spoke to me. I was sitting at the bar of a neighbor hood pub, talking to the bartender, who was a friend of mine. He sat next to me, and said, "Hello there." Eric stopped talking and looked from Ed to me, and then left us alone. I turned to face him, and was once again amazed at the intensity of his eyes. "I saw you sitting here, and thought to myself that I just had to finally speak to you." I raised an eyebrow and smiled at him. I hadn't wanted to smile, it is never cool to seem too eager, but damn, he was fine. "Hello back" I said. Then I did that mental thing and chided myself for being lame. He reached up and traced my lip with a finger. "Nice lips." He said. I was speechless. His thumb was lingering on my lower lip. My tongue chose this moment to have a mind of its own and reached out to lick the tip of his thumb. His eyes narrowed slightly. He stuck his thumb into my mouth, I ran my tongue around it, and then sucked on it slightly. He pursed his lips. And then he said, "come on, lets get out of here." I waved to Eric, who winked at me, and left with Ed, hand in hand. I took him to my place, which was just around the corner. We were in each other's arms before the door was shut. He reached up and pushed his hands into my hair, gazing deeply into my eyes as he lowered his mouth to mine. His lips were strong, firm, and yet gentle. His tongue pushed into my mouth and did a dance with mine. I kept my eyes open and saw that his were too. The passion blossomed between us. His hands played over my shoulders, crushing the silk of my shirt. I found my hands in the silkiness of his tresses, and running over the planes of his face, into his beard, and tracing his lips, while they were still connected to mine. He pressed his hips against me, and I could feel his erection against my hip. His hands began unbuttoning my blouse, and pushing it down my arms. I let it drop to the floor in a blood red puddle. His hands reverently traced my breasts. My black bra was striking against my pale skin. My nipples were barely contained, they were so hard, and erect. He reached behind me and expertly unhooked the clasp. His hands brushed my skin as he removed it from my arms. He dropped the scrap of lace on top of the puddle of silk. I then stilled his hands as I helped him remove his shirt from the waistband of his jeans. He pulled it over his head and my hands were instantly drawn to the skin of his chest. It was smooth, and hard. He crushed me to him, my breasts against his chest. The way it felt was intoxicating. Once again, his lips found mine briefly, and then he pushed my back and took my breasts in his hands, his thumbs circling my nipples. As he did that, I unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned his jeans. I slid them down his legs, and he stepped out of them. I hooked my thumbs into the band of his briefs, and slid them down too. He stood before me, glorious in his nudity. He watched look him over. I looked up and met his eyes, knowing that my eyes were glazed with desire. He unfastened the back button of my skirt, and slid the zipper down it slid off me easily. I stood before him in my black silk thigh highs and garter. He didn't seem to mind. I took his hand and led him into my bedroom, not remembering if I had made the bed that morning or not, and then, I didn't care as his hands took hold of me and shoved me down onto the bed. He crushed me beneath him, and took my mouth in his. I could feel him against my thigh. His hands were running over my skin, sending shocks through me. As his hands grazed over my belly, and began to explore my pubic area, I felt myself get wetter, and I knew that it was going to be a hot, juicy night. His hands began to journey into my pussy, slowly circling my clit, and then plunging deeply into me. I arched my back, when he wiggled his fingers, stroking my g-spot. He finger fucked me until I came all over his hand. He had not stopped kissing me the entire time. His mouth captured my moans, and sighs. After I recovered from that orgasm, I pushed him off of me, and had him lean back. I began kissing his chest, then lower to his stomach, making little bites as I went. I felt him tremble beneath me in anticipation. He had felt me suck on his thumb; he knew what was coming next. I licked the length of his dick, slowly. Then I took the tip of him into my mouth, sucking slightly, tasting his pre-cum. I suddenly took all of him into my mouth, and began sucking and stroking him with my tongue. I could hear him urging me on, telling me how good it felt. I stroked his balls in one hand and massaged his prostate with my finger. I was really enjoying it, getting into it, when he stopped me. He said he didn't want to cum yet. I climbed on top of him, and impaled myself on his dick. Oh, God. He filled me up. He raised his hips to meet me, and it was incredible. I rode him for a time, letting him play with my clit, and spilling juice all over him. Then he rolled me over, and pushed my legs on to his shoulders. He fucked me hard, and fast, and deep and rough, and I was lost in it. I came hard, and I came often. He moaned every my cum spilled all over him, and the bed. His hands cupped my ass, to raise my hips up, while his fingers played with my ass hole. His thumb pushed up a little, then another finger, then two. I wanted it. I shifted enough for him to push his dick into me, slowly, then further and further. I sighed as he slid into me. It is hard to describe the way it feels, anal sex. It takes over. It is beyond comprehension to me, how good it feels. The pain is part of it; it puts sex on another level, and makes it better. While he fucked my ass, I played with my clit, I came so many times that night that I lost count. He pulled out of me, saying he had to rest a minute. Then he went to the bathroom, and came back. I assumed he went in to clean up. When he came back, he began finger fucking me again. I was sore, but I wanted more. I came again, and then he really fucked me. He fucked me so totally, his dick ramming into me, again and again. The slap of skin against skin echoed off the walls. My screams tore into the night. His sweat dropped on my face and chest, to mingle with mine, then he came with me. Hard and fast. Deeply hot. I lay trembling beneath him as he collapsed on me, trembling and exhausted. I kissed his shoulder, and held him, running my hands over his back. Eventually he rolled over, pushing his hair out of his face. He looked at me, through hooded blue eyes and said, "Fuck, that was incredible." I smiled at him and said, "I knew it would be." Then we slept. I have seen him a few times since then. We are feeling our way on this, neither of us knowing exactly where to go with it. One thing we are both sure of, the sex is amazing. That in itself goes a long way. Look for more of Ed and Tammy, as the story unfolds, I will share with you all. The Saga of Ed & Tammy Ch. 2 I walked into the party, not really wanting to be there. I had agreed to come with a man I had known for only a few weeks. We had been out a time or two, nothing serious. He wanted me…I wasn’t over Ed yet. I could still taste him in my mouth, I could still smell him on my skin. It had been nearly eight weeks since I had seen Ed. We had enjoyed several moments of intense sexual pleasure, then he had just faded from my life. I had not called him, nor had he called me. I knew that what we shared was physical, and that there were no strings. The only problem with that, is I still wanted him. I didn’t think we were done yet. I was wearing a simple black dress, demure in the front, with absolutely no back. My legs were bare, in a pair of strappy low heeled sandals. My date was appreciative of my attire. His hand kept caressing the skin of my back, sending little tendrils of electricity up my spine. I smiled up at him, and his eyes melted with mine. I greeted our hostess, and accepted the glass of white wine offered to me. My date was leaning in to me, to whisper something about dancing in my ear. I nodded and we moved to the dance floor. The song was an Eric Clapton song, slow, soulful and intensely sensual. I moved in my dates arms as though the music was my blood, the very beat of my soul. My arms were draped over his shoulders, and his hands were on my hips. He pushed me closer to him and I could feel his erection against my stomach, I looked at him, and arched a brow, and gave him a slow smile of promise. He began to lean in to kiss me, when I heard someone whisper to him. Something about cutting in. My date looked confused, but nodded and suddenly I was in familiar arms. I blinked at the starched white of his shirt, then looked into the deep blue of his eyes, smoldering down into mine. His lips were smiling, God, I loved his lips. He felt me tremble as I imagined them against my skin. His hands drew me in, and spread out over my back, softly stroking my skin. We moved together to the music, letting it guide us. He leaned down, placed a chaste kiss on my cheek, and said, “leave with me now.” I frowned. I had a date. A nice sexy guy. I saw him standing at the bar, talking to a dark haired woman. “Cara will take care of him. Come on.” I blew out my breath, and went out the door with Ed. He drove to my apartment. I had to keep my fingers laced together to keep them from touching him. My palms itched with the desire to feel his skin against them. God, was I wet. My breath was coming in short pants. My heart was pounding against my chest. He took the keys out of my shaking hands, and unlocked the door. He laid his suit coat over the back of a chair, and took me into his arms. His lips found mine, and again, I was transported. I turned into some gelatinous material, and found my bones would not support me. He laughed as he picked me up and carried me to my bedroom. He set me down, and began sliding my dress off my shoulders. He smiled when he saw I was wearing no bra, and a black thong. His mouth traveled from my mouth to my breast. His tongue teased my nipple into a hard peak. He nibbled lightly, then a little less lightly, causing me to gasp out loud. My hands were in his hair, pulling out the leather tie that held it back, letting the blonde locks fall over my hands, loving the silk feel of it against my skin. I raised his head, and caught his lips in my teeth, I sucked them into my mouth, and nibbled on his tongue. I groaned, I wanted him. His hands were full of my breasts, squeezing them, molding them as if to memorize the shape, and heft of them. His thumbs rotated in circles around my nipples. I sighed and started to unfasten his shirt. I pulled the tail out of his pants, and let my hands lie flat on his chest. I loved the feel of his muscle and skin. I found his belt and unbuckled it. I pushed his pants to the floor, along with his boxers. I kissed him once more, then let my mouth trail down to his neck, his shoulders, his chest, his belly….letting my tongue and teeth suck and bite a little here and there. I started to go down on him, when he stopped me. “Uh-uh” he said, then he picked me up, laid me on the bed, and got on top of me, in the sixty nine position. His tongue found me, as I found him in my mouth. Stroking, stroking, and sucking, while he licked and lapped and sent be over the edge. I was moaning around his dick. His fingers were probing as his tongue danced on my clit. Sending wave after wave of desire through me. He knew my buttons, and he knew how to push them. His tongue plunged deeper, and his hands moved faster. He stroked in my mouth, faster, and I sucked harder, letting my tongue glide over him. I could feel his dick tighten, as he felt me tighten around his fingers and tongue, and together, we let our fluids loose, his gliding down my throat, mine exploding on his tongue and over his hand. I laid there sweating as he came up to lie on a pillow next to me. He raised up on one shoulder and grinned at me. “Miss me Tammy?” I laughed and said, “As much as you missed me Ed.” He kissed me then and got out of the bed. I loved watching him walk naked. His body was a work of art. Strong, and formed so well. He moved like a dancer. Fluid grace. I watched as he went into the bathroom, coming out with some of my oil. His eyebrows raised once as he waggled the bottle at me. “Wanna have some fun?” I sat up and said, “Of course.” Wondering what he had in mind. He stripped the sheets off my bed, revealing the rubber mattress cover I had. He poured the oil into the middle of the bed, and rubbed his hands in it. “come here” he said, his blue eyes nearly smoking. I went to him, and he placed his oiled hands on my breasts. He smeared the spicy smelling oil into my skin, by back, my stomach, my ass, my legs. The he reached into my bed side table drawer and took out my silver vibrator. He had me lay back, and then he teased my tits with the cool metal. He traced it down my stomach and let it linger on my clit for just a moment, before he let it slip to my ass. I held my breath, knowing what was coming, and wanting it so badly. My hands gripped the black rubber. He watched me as I lay against the black, all oily, and yearning. My blonde hair fanned against the pillow, my eyes dark with want. My lips swollen, and my tits erect, and dark red. He probed lightly with the toy, pushing just a little. I relaxed and let it slip in just a bit. My eyes half closed, watching him as he watch me. He pushed it further into my ass, and then further. He began moving it, with a sure hand. His other hand covering my pussy, his thumb rotating against my clit. My hands were on my breats, pulling on my nipples to the point of pain. “Oh, God, ohhhhh” was as the most intelligent thing I could say right at the moment. Ed withdrew the vibrator, and began fucking me. His dick sliding in and out of my pussy creating havoc with my central nervous system. I clasped his ass, and begged for more, harder, faster, more. He slammed into me, deeper than I thought it was possible to go. I began to cum, hard. He felt me tighten around him, and felt the juice erupt, and spread out on the black rubber. He withdrew just as I came. Then he pushed his dick into my ass. And began to fuck me harder. He groaned as he slid in and out of my ass. He pulled out and rolled me over, helping me to my knees. He then slammed into my ass with all he had. I threw my head back and screamed with the joy of it. His hand on my hips thrusting me backward to meet his forward thrust. He yelled as he came, I had never stopped yelling. Afterward, the oil cleaned up, the sheets put back on the bed, and lying sleepy in each others arms, I said to him, “Long time no see.” He smiled as he kissed me. He wrapped me in his arms and we slept. When I woke up, he was gone, a note by my pillow saying, “maybe it won’t be so long next time….I will call you.” I sighed, as I went to take my shower. I would remember the sensations for a long time to come. The way his hands felt on me, the way his tongue, lips teeth felt on me would be branded in my mind forever. I looked at the note, crumpled it up and threw it in the trash can. If he called, he called, if he didn’t. I was sure that one day, we would meet again, and would continue this little thing...