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A Memory

By: Lobster_



First timer - feedback welcome!

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The night air was cool against his skin, but he hardly felt it. Perhaps it was his rapidly beating heart that made him feel like he was on fire, fingers still tingling as they yearned to reach out and take possession. All he knew was that he needed to move, to get away before something happened. Something that could never be undone, that he would not want to have undone. Making himself walk towards the main road was just as hard as not looking back. Thankfully, there were plenty of taxis around. As he took a seat and absently gave the address to the driver, he schooled himself to stillness and tried to process what had just happened. Admittedly, it was not so much to 'process' anything as it was to imprint the night's events to his mind, never to be forgotten. 

It was he who had made the original suggestion of dropping by her place, to pick up a book of hers that she had recommended to him. He chuckled as he thought back, not quite sure what was more amusing - the thinly veiled excuse to spend some private time with her, or the fact that he was genuinely interested in the book itself. They had been at a dinner with mutual friends, and he had ended up next to her by chance. Or perhaps it had not been as random as it seemed. All he knew was that he had had some difficulty keeping up the conversation with the others as he tried to steal glances at the woman next to him. She had worn simple garments, a singlet and shorts that revealed more than what they covered up. The fair skin on her thighs was like a magnet to his eyes. Simply turning in his seat would give him a passing touch of her arm, and when a friend showing something on his phone she would lean over to get a better look. 

He had tried to not make it obvious as he inhaled the smell of her auburn hair. It was a delightful torture. Towards the end of the dinner he had brought up the suggestion of dropping by her place 'sometime' to pick up the book that she had mentioned. Trying to make it sound casual, he wondered aloud if she was busy on this particular night when he knew he could spare some of his precious spare time without anyone asking questions. His excitement at her positive response was almost ruined by her backhanded comment "unless I'm fucking my boss". He tried very carefully not to think about that. He knew that he had no right to her, and wanted her to be happy. She was a free spirit, one that should never be restrained. At the same time, he could not fool himself into thinking that her fucking somebody else was not upsetting on a very primal level. 

On the day, he found himself checking the time on his laptop every hour. The day at the office seemed to drag on forever, a feeling that did not change as he hit the gym. He was out as soon as he could, feeling an excitement he had rarely felt since almost two decades ago when he had allowed his life to be guided by his heart rather than wisdom. A voice in his head whispered suggestions, ideas, temptations. He silenced it by reflex and instead thought about what could go wrong. Embracing the worst case scenarios always helped him, giving a measure of protection. It was a technique he had taught himself in response to past disappointments, and it would serve him well here. Inspiration had come from the samurai, who had embraced their own death before going into battle. The mindset allowed them to fight without fear or hesitation, as they already considered themselves dead men. He thought about what he would do if he walked in on her fucking her boss - he would leave, and that would the end of it. He thought about him having completely misread her signals, which should become apparent during the upcoming conversation. Again, he would leave. He thought about letting go of his self-control, as hard as that was to imagine, and allow his passion to rule over his actions. It was an intoxicating thought, but the results would probably, no, most certainly lead to the ruin of his marriage. He firmly forced himself not to think about his situation at home. In a way, it was part of the reason he was walking down these unknown streets tonight. A brief thought flickered to the unlikely best case scenario, and he burned some self-inflicted rules into his mind - no touching, no kissing, no sex. 

The building had some character, in what the useless real estate agents in this city would refer to as 'art deco charm'. He paid it little mind as he pressed the intercom. After a quick buzz he was in. As he approached the elevators, he realized he was muttering to himself. A habit that manifested when his thoughts became too jumbled, too conflicted. He was startled as the object of his thoughts popped out a side corridor. Greeting him with a smile and quick hug, she turned around and led the way to her apartment. He noticed she was wearing the same shorts she had worn to the dinner. Coincidence? He had complimented her on the shorts that night - he had had little choice, as she'd caught him looking. Had to say something. Hopefully she had not noticed the hunger in his eyes. Now, he watched as she walked ahead of him, taking in as much as he could of her legs. That was the benefit from the 'embrace death' mentality; you appreciated what you got, however small. 

As they stepped into her unit, he felt slightly relieved that they were alone. At least that worst case scenario could be crossed out. He looked around as he put his bag in one of the many random armchairs in her lounge room. The absence of a couch and the TV standing on the floor stood out to him. Apparently she was towards the end of her dinner, so he asked to use the bathroom to give her some time to finish eating. It was a pretty small apartment, so he got an incidental house tour as he passed her kitchen and bedroom on the way to the toilet. For some reason his mind stuck to a pink stain on her white bed sheets. It looked like lipstick, slightly smeared out. As if someone's face had been pushed down on the sheets and moved by force. In the bathroom he washed his face with cold water, telling himself to stay cool. Phone was turned to silent. He most certainly did not linger on the scent of her towel as he dried his face. Stay cool. 

They spoke for some time about general things. Training, diet, workout supplements. She had been going at it hard for months and had the physique to show for it. Didn't stop her from pouring herself a glass of wine thought. As there was just the two of them, he did his best not to look at her body. Obviously, he refused the wine. Every scrap of self-restraint was needed tonight, however it went. The book was easily found in one of the piles of books in the corner. He wished she had a proper bookshelf; you could often learn a lot of a person's inner workings from their choice of literature. Truth to tell, there were a number of things that her place was missing. It did not matter. Her worth did not come of superficial things like jewellery or other belongings - hers was a richness of heart, of personality, of passion. Still, he quietly decided to keep an eye out for her in case any of his friends was looking to get rid of a couch. Wouldn't hurt to have her owe him a favour, either. To keep the conversation going, he led the conversation onto her hometown. This was an interesting topic, but he still found it hard to stay focused. Beaches over there, snobs here, normal people almost everywhere. He was not overly fond of 'normal' people; they had a tendency to judge you if you did not fit into their view of the world. He realized that he was just working up his confidence and took a deep breath. Enough mucking around. Time to play the gamble, all or nothing. 

Weeks before, he had quietly asked if she was working on a particular weekend. This 'workplace' was a strip joint, and her 'work' was to dance for patrons. And by the gods, did she dance. He sometimes went out drinking with friends, officially to get a chance to vent frustrations and escape the tension for a few hours. Lately, it was always with the ulterior motive of visiting her at work. It was stupid. If he was caught, the price to be paid was very high. It was a waste of money, obviously. Worst, it only left him deeply frustrated as sensual thoughts and vivid images would haunt his mind for days, weeks, afterwards. Awake or in dreams, it did not matter. On the other hand... for a few moments he would get to watch her in all her beauty, sometimes even steal a touch, and dream of things that could have been. 

Watching her move, a perfect blend of curves and muscles was deeply arousing. She had the perfect body type, and the heart and soul to match. Being so close to her and enjoying the sight of her supple body was a privilege, if a painful one. It was what he had hoped for when he asked if she would be working that weekend. And so he had went, only to find that she was nowhere to be found. Being there without her had made two things abundantly clear to him. One, she was the only reason he ever went there. Two, a strip joint could be a really, really depressing place. That night had ended in a definite low. When they spoke next she apologized as she had forgotten that he might coming that night and that she owed him one. He only felt a little regret for letting himself play the guilt card. 

And now here they were. Trying not to stammer, he reminded her how that night had been 'a bit of a letdown' and how much he had looked forward to watching her dance. Taking a breath, he suggested that she danced for him tonight. He was astonished to see utter surprise on her face. Could she really not have seen something like this coming? After a moment, she did not quite decline but explained to him that it would be hard for her to 'just dance' for him then and there. There was a ritual involved, one that allowed her to transform into her on-stage persona for these nocturnal adventures. It involved both physical and mental preparation, as well as a compulsory Salt-N-Pepa soundtrack to set the edgy mood that such work required. So it could be done, but perhaps not tonight? He tried very hard not to let anything show on his face. 

In spite of his mental preparations, a part of him had still had its hopes up and a second disappointment would not go down well. He thought furiously. This had not been anticipated, but perhaps something could be salvaged. That ritual sounded pretty sexy in itself. Perhaps a version of that could take place? She nodded thoughtfully, but pointed out that it would still require the soundtrack along with generous amounts of wine. That, he replied with a growing smile, could be arranged, no? Her eyes did not leave his as she raised the glass to her lips. He knew that look - he recognized it from himself. It was the look of mischief, of daring. The thrill of taking a risk, doing what you shouldn't. She smiled as she finally nodded in agreement and told him to make himself comfortable while she took a quick shower. 

He tried to busy himself in her absence but found it hard to concentrate. Thankfully, the shower was over as quickly as she had promised. She came back into the living room wearing nothing but a dark towel around her body, hair wet and a wide smile on her freckled face as she reached for the wine glass and told him to come with her to the bedroom. He almost lost it then and there. The large bed dominated the room, and a lamp in the corner provided a soft light. As he sat down on the bed - far away from the pink stain - he finally started to accept that things were not going towards any of the worst case scenarios. In fact, quite the opposite. Whenever she had danced for him in the past, there had been an element of a service being provided to a client, however well they knew each other in private. This was better, much more intimate. Just a man and woman, him and her. Alone. No touching, no kissing, no sex. 

She reached into a drawer in her bedside table and pulled out a soft, velvety bag. As she came over to where he was leaning back against the bed's many pillows, he tried very hard to look relaxed and in control. She could probably tell he was faking, but he had a feeling she was going through the same motions. She let the towel drop to the floor as she bent down and reached into the bag, and he felt the usual thrill that the sight of her naked body always gave him. A sly look told him she knew exactly what she was doing, and the effect it had on him. She was quite short, with a slim physique. Not skinny, though; there was a curvature to her body that no amount of exercise could ever change. That said, her fitness regime had added to the appeal, with toned muscles now giving her body an added suppleness. He loved it. People in general seemed to like the model look; tall, skinny, aloof on top of their fragile pedestal of glamour. He scoffed. So much for normal people. Personally, he had always had a thing for short women, with a preference for curves that came from muscles. 'Like an off-season fitness model', he had told his friends. And here she was, the woman of his dreams. 

She straightened up as she pulled one of the stripper uniforms out of the bag, and began to put it on. He honestly could not remember what the first outfit was, as watching her move, watching her eyes, was too captivating. Focus. A transparent housewife apron came next, followed by a crimson bikini she had worn to a stripping competition. She turned around to show him how the bottom piece hugged her sculpted cheeks, and he suddenly wished he had accepted that glass of wine. Even though the bikini covered more than most of her scant pieces of clothing, it was one of the more seductive outfits. For some reason, nudity was often seen as the peak of sex appeal, but he disagreed; the teasing promise of lingerie and naughty outfits, even everyday clothing like her shorts, held much more attraction than full nakedness. She watched him watching her, clearly enjoying the attention. When the Naughty Santa outfit came on, he could not stop his hand from reaching out, fingers running down the smooth skin of her thighs. No touching. She gave him a look that he recognized; unwilling to ask for it, yet still wanting him to touch. He remembered the game and its unwritten rules, but he was not playing tonight. 

The final piece was a black see-through lingerie dress with slits on the sides, showing off her thighs and calves but still giving a tantalizing view of the rest of her body. Moving slowly and delicately, he made her bring the back part of the dress to the side so he could get a full view of her legs and ass. And it was a sight to behold. She was close to him now. The dress came off, and there she stood. All he wanted in a woman, right there in front of him. Looking over her shoulder, she gave him a steaming look and arched her lower back. He couldn't remember who moved first, but moments later she was in his arms. Her skin was still warm from the shower. Could it be that she was aroused as him? He took a deep breath and tried to empty his mind, to immerse himself in the moment. 

She smelled... pure. No perfume, only the enticing scent that was hers alone. He firmly decided to keep his own clothes on - he would need all the protection he could get against this temptation. Should probably have brought a straitjacket, truth be told. His hands, however, could not get enough of her. Finally being able to freely explore her body, he ran his fingertips along her spine, down to the curving of her lower back, and beyond... Her ass had always mesmerized him, a sculpture of perfection. It was surprisingly soft in his hands. Somehow he had expected it to be hard, tense to the touch. Not as tender as this. He realized that she was giving herself to him, allowing him to do as he wished. His hands were now on her hips. If only he could... No. 

Climbing into the bed, she straddled his thighs with a hungry look in her eyes. Hands still on her hips, his mind was racing with images of what it would be like to take her, his cock deep inside her, their bodies moving as one. He tried to throw her off, but that only lead to her landing on all fours next to him. It was as if her body was begging him to take her. A moment later he was on top of her, a hand grabbing a fistful of her hair, knees separating her legs, another hand between her thighs. She gave him a look over her shoulder, daring him to go further. His diminished self-control managed to stop him from touching her pussy, but only just. Tracing the inside of her legs, his fingertips explored the valleys and mounds, balancing on the border of intrusion. Her breathing was almost as ragged as his. She made a remark about how impressive his self-control was. He snorted softly. If only she knew how close he was to the edge, to rip off his clothes and do what they both yearned for. She was on top of him now, petite breasts in front of his face. 

His lips parted without his consent and he kissed her body, her nipples, her neck. No kissing! His hands were back on her ass, lest they do something even more stupid. With enormous effort, he stood up. 'Time for me to go, I think' he said, unable to keep the inner turmoil out of his voice. She rose from the bed, smiling as she nodded in agreement, but her hands on his chest shouted of objection. Looking down into her eyes, seeing the irrepressible mischief he knew so well from his own heart... it was too much. Her lips enveloped his as he kissed her, and she kissed him back. The long suppressed passion in his heart now rose to a raging bonfire, threatening to consume him. Definitely time to go. A last scrap of wisdom made him use the bathroom again; after being this close to her, her scent was probably all over him. When he came back out, she was wearing a tiny pink singlet and panties. He still couldn't stop himself from looking at her. His body and heart made him steal one last kiss before his mind forced him out the door. 

The taxi came to a sudden stop and he reluctantly returned to the present. No touching, no kissing, no sex. He gave a quiet chuckle. One out of three was not bad, all things considered. Time would probably make him remember things differently; a phrase forgotten, details changed. But some things would never fade. The two of them, together - her body in his arms, eyes hungry, skin warm against his fingers. The raging inferno of pure desire, still burning inside him. He would cherish what she had given him - a memory of true passion.

A Memory, A Dream, A Goodbye



I wake with a start, did I feel someone touch me, and is someone in my room? Is someone watching me as I sleep? I lay still breathing softly, waiting to see if there is movement or if I can hear a sound. I see in the shadows, is that movement? I catch my breath, listening, waiting and watching. I call out, "Who's there. " I wait for a response... nothing. No one is there, but the wind blowing, blowing against the house, blowing against the window, causing a stir in the curtains. In slow motion the curtains move away from the window, as if someone was standing there. 

But no, no one is there, it was a dream, yes it was a dream... or was it. My body is tingling, think, come on think, think what happened... aahhmm, I remember. The wind, the wind was blowing, yes it was the wind, gently, so softly, that it felt like a hand moving across my cheek, brushing my hair away from my face. 

It was the wind that moved across my nightgown, causing it to brush my body, caressing me in gentle waves. I can still feel the coolness of the fabric against my skin. I can still feel my body respond to it like it responds to my lover's touch. My nipples rise as my gown continues to flutter in the cool night air. It has been so hot out, but for some reason the air is cool tonight. Or, is it all in my mind? 

I bring my hand up, reaching towards my nipples; they harden in an instance, to my touch. I rub gently, thinking of my lover and his touch as the sensation intensifies. I feel the warmth flow through my body as the desire I feel comes to the surface. I tug at my nipples, pulling and twisting them causing them to grow and harden more. I let out a soft moan; it is carried away in the breeze, lost in the moment. 

The wind flows across me, the coolness mixes with the heat I'm generating causing my body to shake, to shiver in anticipation. I can feel the wetness begin; I know what is next, what I want the most. I know what I have been missing since my lover left. I slowly, every so slowly, pull my nightgown up my legs, feeling the silkiness of my gown caress my legs like my lover's hand, the movement of the gown mixes with the breeze causing a tingling along my legs. A tingling like that of when my lover touches me, loves me. 

I pause for a moment, this can't be real, this is a dream, a dream of how much I miss him, I want him, I need him, but no... he is not here. But the wetness I feel is real. I reach, with one hand, to feel the wetness. I move my hand across my thigh, my hip, slowly touching my skin as I go. Feeling my skin react to the touch of my hand, ooh god you are here aren't you my lover, this is you touching me sending me on this roller coaster ride. 

I touch my pubic mound running my fingers through the hair, like it is the hair on your chest. I twirl my fingers through it, knowing what is happening to my body. I slide first one then two fingers down my slit. Ooh, Yes, a moan escapes me, but his one hangs in the room because the wind has stopped, but I do not notice. The tension in my body needs release and that is all I can think of at this time. 

My other hand is still pinching and pulling my nipple as I continue to slide my fingers around my slit. I am so wet, so wet with need. My fingers are coated with my juices and the room is full of the scent of my sex. I bring my fingers to my mouth, to taste me, to inhale the desire I have. The desire I have for you, my lover. So sweet I am like honey, nectar from a place very few have found, but you know this, don't you. You have tasted me on many occasions, as you sent me to heights that now are only a dream, a dream, is this a dream too. So wet, so wonderful, so full of wanting, I need you with me in my life... in me, filling me. 

I slide my finger back into the wetness rubbing it all around, first one finger then two, then three... in out rubbing, stroking, circling, in out not stopping, but going faster as the need builds, "oooohhh' I moan. I stop just for a moment aaahhh... again I take my fingers to my mouth to taste the juices, the smell is wonderful erotic, thrilling... I reach back aahh I must get release. Stroking, stroking faster and faster, I can't stop, I don't want to stop, oohhh I need I need more something, anything, I need you need you to release me from this dream, from this desire. I need more... The breeze... the breeze across my body... now I remember. As I wake with a start, calling out for you, "My lover, where are you"



A Memory for a Lifetime



It was John's regular seat at the bar. Not that it was an everyday kind of thing. He was only here when he was consulting and that was only about three or four days a month. One thing he hated about the consulting gig was sitting around alone. This bar was a good one. Not one of those meat market kinds of places. He almost always met a few interesting people. Plus Andy, the barkeeper had gotten to know him. Andy was always good for a story or two. John guessed it was what made a good barkeeper. He was at his usual seat. From his vantage point, he could see just about everyone in the bar. John was a consummate people watcher. Plus, there was a more than average chance of a couple of attractive women visiting. Even if he never met any of them, it was something he could enjoy watching.

John noticed her as soon as she walked in. He noticed something different. She did not have the same look as many of the business executives did when they came in. Particularly the women. It was that attitude that said, "Don't mess with me." She definitely did not have the look of a bar floozy, that woman who was just here for the convenient pickup. The look in her eyes, on her face, was different. She seemed to be asking herself the question, "what am I doing here and do I really want to be here?" She scanned the bar, not as if looking for someone, but getting the lay of the land.

John never would have made a good police detective though. He rarely noticed details. His friends would often ask him to describe his latest fantasy girl. John could only say, "Oh she was so tall and had brunette hair." Or maybe he would notice she was short. But remember the color of her eyes? Or what she was wearing. This was where John always seemed to fail. But tonight, he seems to take every detail in. He noticed her because she was attractive. He also noticed her because she seemed just a bit out of place. She was wearing dress pants, certainly not too tight, but fitted enough to compliment her figure. She had a sleeveless top on, with thin straps. Just enough to get your attention, without being downright flaunty! She carried what appeared to be a short jacket in her arms. She was definitely attractive. Blonde hair. Obviously fit.

As she scanned the bar, she noticed John noticing her. He smiled at her, and it must have put her a bit at ease. She smiled back and walked over to the bar. She asked the classic question.

"Anyone sitting here?" she asked.

John used one of his lamest replies. "Nope, I was saving it for you."

She chuckled and John chuckled and she sat down. John hollered at Andy, and then looked at her and asked, "Let me guess, a chardonnay?"

She chuckled again and said, "Nope, Merlot here. But nice guess."

"I am a beer guy tonight," John replied, "but if I drink wine it is usually a Pinot Grigio. By the way, I am John."

"I'm Sarah, glad to meet you," she replied and held out her hand. John took it softly and then they settled in with their drinks and began chit chatting. John was amazed how easily this had happened. It was a rare occasion. He knew that a lot of women had their guard up when entering a bar. How many guys had the reputation of being interested in only finding a one night pickup? Not that John was opposed to the occasional hookup, but he was naturally a bit shy, and a true romantic. He also had a real respect for women. He found that he truly enjoyed talking with a woman. While he enjoyed the normal guy stuff, he found that women were much more personal.

So they enjoyed their drinks and chatted about the usual stuff. He found out that she was a real estate agent. She was in town for a few days for a conference. She was married to a great guy who was a banker and had a couple of kids. She enjoyed running for exercise and for that feeling of getting out on her own. She even was running some road races. She also enjoyed music, particularly jazz, although she rarely got to really listen to it.

John was a good conversationalist. He knew how to ask questions and really listen. He also noticed the little things in a conversation. He noticed how Sarah was leaning in to talk to him. She kept playing with her hair and made several soft touches with her hand on his hand. When she first entered he thought she was not at ease, but she had quickly gotten comfortable in his presence. At least that was the way he was reading it. But then he asked maybe the first wrong question for the night. She had mentioned that it was the first time she had ever come to a conference without her friends and her peers.

"Why did you come alone to this conference?" he asked her.

He could sense immediately that it struck a nerve. She regained that ill at ease feeling. She got quiet. John found himself quite uncomfortable.

"I am sorry, I did not mean to ask anything too personal," he replied to her hesitation.

"It's okay. It's not you. I... I'm just not sure how to answer it." She got immediately quiet again.

"Hey it's no big deal. Forget I asked," John replied, trying to put her at ease again. It did not seem to work.

She took a look around the bar. John set back. "I hope I am not boring you?" It was typical of John. Even though he was an attractive man, he always seemed a bit passive around women. He never felt comfortable pushing himself on someone and if they gave any indication that they were not interested, he would immediately back off.

Sarah smiled at him, and seems to gain that feeling of being comfortable with him. She said to him, "No, not at all. I guess I just have some extra energy for, some reason. I am a bit keyed up tonight."

John replied, "So, let's go for a walk. There air is good outside and perhaps the walk will help you burn off some of that energy. Besides, I know of a way cool fountain that sits near a piano bar. We can listen to music outside."

Sarah took stock of John, or so it seemed to him. She smiles again and says, "Yeah lets go."

John realizes that he is getting attached to that smile of hers. He pays the tab and they head out. The walk was not very far, and it was a perfect spring evening. John could not help but notice Sarah's good looks as they headed out. She got a few steps ahead of him while he was paying. He began to admire her terrific ass and then shook the thought aside. Behave yourself, he thought to himself. Still, it was a great looking ass.

They hit the sidewalk and began walking. It was more of a stroll. Sarah moved close to John and put her arm in his. It took him by surprise, but he did not complain. Walking arm in arm was not always easy, so her hand slipped down to his and they continued walking, holding hands. John definitely was reminding himself to behave. But he realized that he was really enjoying being with this woman.

They came up to the fountain. The Piano Bar was in full swing. There was a decent crowd, but they did not have to go inside to hear the music. The fountain was in the middle of the square, and there were already a few people sitting along the side enjoying the music and the night air. Sarah was still very quiet, although John had continued to chat about things as they walked. He did notice, but he was also astute enough to leave it alone. He knew that she would come to it in her own time. 

Sarah was obviously enjoying the music and she turned and said to John, "I never get to do this kind of thing." 

"What?" he replied? "Listen to music?" 

"No," she said. "Time to just enjoy myself. There is always something to do or someone to take care of. The laundry. Shopping. Homework. We, my husband and I, talk about getting out more, but it never seems to happen. He is too tired to go out. Or the kids have something. To be honest, I am enjoying this, yet I still feel a bit guilty." 

John thought a moment before replying. "You know, it is okay to take some time for yourself. In fact, it can be important." 

Sarah smiled that smile again and John felt another stirring. She stood up and took a look at him, and said, "You know, you are right. She bent down and grabbed his face and planted a big long kiss on his lips. He moved so that she could sit on his lap, which she did, without ever breaking the kiss. 

"Whew!" John said, finally taking a breath. 

"Yeah," said Sarah. "That was nice. I have wanted to do that all evening." 

"Well I am glad you did!" "But, um...." John stammered. 

"Shush" Sarah said. "If you say too much, well.... Let's just go back to the hotel." 

"Yep and John jumped up. They grabbed hands and headed back to the hotel. 

It seemed that the pace was a bit quicker on the way back. Sarah seemed to have lightened up. Her flirty nature came back. A few times they had to stop to wait on a light, and she would turn and kiss him. He didn't mind. The trip back to the hotel seemed to fly. They waited at the elevator for a bit. They got on, and she pushed the button to the fifteenth floor. As the elevator door shut, she turned to him and kissed him again. This time, she thrust herself into him. There was no way she would not have noticed the bulge in his pants and they kissed. It was a long deep kiss, full of passion and lust. His hands moved down her back to her ass. 

The doors opened on the fifteenth and she grabbed his hand and headed out. They were soon at her room. She swiped the card key and pushed the door open. They stepped inside. She stopped and put her hands on his chest. She looked into his eyes. She leaned into him and kissed him gently. He put his hands on her sides, running them under her blouse. He lifted it over her head. He got his first glance at her breasts. Her nipples were hard. He found the zipper to her pants and slowly dropped them to the floor.  

He stood back to take her in. He admired how she looked. He moved close to her and lightly brushed his fingers against her lips. He ran them down her chin and neck. He used the lightest of touch. It sent shivers through her body, but she stood still. She enjoyed the rapt attention he was giving her. He continued down her breasts, softly touching each breast and nipple. He continued to look at her body and to run his fingers along it, as he circled her. When he got behind her, he leaned in to nibble her neck. 

She whirled around and grabbed his hands. She moved closer to him and then whispered in his ear, "We have all night to explore and play. But right now, I want to feel you deep inside me and I want you to fill me up." She reached down and pulled up his shirt. Then she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, letting the drop to the ground. She then pulled down his boxers, and as he stepped out of them, she lightly held his cock in her hand. She then grabbed his hand, turned and led him to the bed. 

Sarah lay down and pulled John to her. She spread her legs and reached down to guide his cock into her. He was amazed at how wet she already was. In fact, she too was amazed at how wet and ready she was. He entered her slowly, but she said in his ear, "please, I need you now". He began to thrust and she corresponded, moving her hips to his movement. She had never felt so ready, and he too felt that pressure mounting quickly. He soon was thrusting in and out quickly, and she was moaning to the movement. He said, "I am going to cum, I can't hold it." 

Her reply was simple, "Cum, baby, fill me up." 

He let loose and she was amazed at the feeling of his hot cum. He came several times, and she loved the feel of it hitting her hot pussy. After he was spent, he laid on her, allowing her to enjoy the feeling of his cock inside her. She rubbed his shoulders, back and ass as he relaxed on top of her. He then rolled off to one side, and put his head on her breast. She played with his hair as he began to nibble on her nipple. His hand moved down to her crotch, and found her clit. She was still engorged and extremely sensitive. As he began to massage and rub her, she felt the stirring again. She put her head back and began to savor the sensation, the feeling. She began to moan and whimper, as John slowly massaged her clit. 

She was still very stimulated and his attention just brought her to a fever. She rotated her hips as he rubbed her. He used fingers to explore her very wet and juicy pussy. She simply moaned and felt the orgasm building. She let out a yelp and said to John, "oh, don't stop, it feels so good." John continued as she responded to his touch. She finally let go and experienced a terrific Cumming, an intense orgasm. She breathed quickly as she let the orgasms wash over her. 

They dozed off and on all night. Their dozing was interrupted by sometimes slow; sometimes fast periods of love making. The first time he woke up and her head was on his chest. She was playing with his cock with her hand. She moved her head down and took him in her mouth. Soon she was up on her knees, to his side, sucking his cock and playing with his balls. He could reach her ass and found her crack, and began to rub her pussy. She was wet again, and stopped sucking for a moment while he rubbed her. She then reached back and moved his hand, looked up at him, and said, "My turn." She continued to suck his cock, playing with his tip with her tongue, and often reaching down to lick his balls. He slowly felt his orgasm building. 

John said, "You better be careful or you will get a mouthful." Her only reply was a un huh. He simply laid back and enjoyed her work on his cock. It grew and he felt the urgency again. He put his hand on her head and as she rocked back and forth on his cock, he let his cum go and she sucked and sucked him up. She licked her lips and lay back on his chest, rubbing his softening cock. They dozed again. 

The next time he found them sleeping together. He was next to her back. He reached down and placed his hard cock (again) between her legs. She sleepily opens her legs. He laid there for what seemed like forever. She began to grind her ass against him. He was amazed that he had anything left. She turned on her tummy and opened her ass to him. He climbed over her legs and she lifted her ass up, so he could enter her pussy from behind. Since it had not been so long since she had finished him off with her mouth, it took him longer to cum this time. 

This was lucky for her. His thrusting into her brought her to orgasm, but this time she enjoyed the feeling of his thrusts, in and out. She came to her orgasm slowly, but then when it came, she too was surprised by the intensity. He finally came into her and she loved the feel of the hot cum on her pussy. 

It was like this the rest of the night. Each time one would waken, begin to play and they would end up in some way making love, cumming and sharing cum. 

He rolled over and saw that it was almost 6:30 am. He realized he had to get up and get going to make his morning meeting. He whispered in her ear that he needed to go. She rolled over and put her head on his chest. 

"I enjoyed you very much last night," she said, as she started massaging his cock. It did not take him long to respond to her attention. She then did the last unexpected thing. She climbed on top of him, and put his hands on her breasts. He was able to enjoy this last sight of her, riding him, enjoying her beauty, and seeing her cum on top of him. He finished by releasing his cum one time. She leaned down and kissed him deeply and the laid down. He covered her with the blanket, and quietly gathered up his clothing. 

He came to the bed, kissed her gently, and simply said, "It was a night I will never forget." He quietly slipped out the door, never to forget Sarah.



A Memory from College



I recently ran into some old friends and we got to talking about college, we were doing the standard thing where is this one and that one when someone mentioned Debbie. I had not thought about her in a long time but the memories are shot but sweet.

As I have stated in the past college in the 80's was heaven. Debbie was in my finite mathematics class. Yeah she had big hair and was tall about 5'8" so she always wore flats. She wore the stretch leggings a lot with hose under and that was what always caught my eye. She would sit in the row to my left so I always got a good look at her hose covered feet. She would always cross her legs and have her foot on my side dangling her shoe. She had an exquisite arch and a lovely ankle and I had a hard time following my professor because of her. One day she moved and sat behind me and that's when things changed a bit.

While she was behind me she always had her legs crossed and her right foot would be alongside the chair of my desk. These were the ones that had the seat connected to the top all one piece. All I had to do was glance down and there was her foot, mad she gave me a hard on everyday. Then it happened, I had my left leg back and she whispered to me that her feet were cold, I wondered why she shared this with me then I felt her shoeless hose covered foot sliding up under the leg of my jeans and she placed her foot on my bare leg. Well that answered my question and almost caused me to fill my pants with cum.

"Wow your legs are warm, mind if I keep my foot there?"

"Nope not at all, as long as you need to keep your feet warm help yourself." 

Ok what else was I supposed to say I know it sounded stupid but it worked. From that day on she would keep her feet warm by sliding them up under my pant leg. I would alternate legs depending on which foot she wanted to warm up. One guy noticed and said something about it and she just said that I was nice enough to help her out, he tried to make a big deal out of it but like most women she unleashed her sharp tongue and cut him down. I didn't get to say a word. Yes her feet were cold I noticed that right off but would never complain. Through talking to her I got to know her more, she had a boyfriend but her was not in school but working and other idle info at the time. Then she asked me to come over her house and we could work on math together. First I made sure the boyfriend wouldn't get mad then agreed since hell I thought she was pretty and hey I might get to see her feet in hose some more so I agreed to meet her later that day. She gave me directions and told me to be there around 7 p.m.

When I got there I almost shit myself, she had on cut off jean shorts and tan hose with her black flats. Still can't remember what top she had on. She lived with her dad and he left shortly after meeting me to go work. So we were alone together sitting at her kitchen table. This lasted about and hour and I didn't learn anything about math.

"Lets go watch some TV."

We moved to her family room and I sat on the couch, she sat next to me.

"My feet are cold."

Before I could say anything she moved back o the couch and place her feet on my lap. I grabbed them quickly and held them. 

"Your hands are nice and warm, that feels so good."

I started to rub them and I know she could feel my erection under the back of her leg.

"I know you like my feet and legs I see you staring all the time, that's why I moved behind you. So I could put them on your legs and tease you. Did it work?" 

I was shocked that she said this but replied quickly.

"What do you think, of course I like it and I like this now."

So we talked about this for a bit and she told me how she started wearing hose while she worked in a restaurant while in high school and just kept doing it after that. She wore them every chance she got. At that point she placed her foot on my erection and smiled at me. She told me that she liked it when someone talked dirty to her so we changed positions and started to kiss, I was rubbing her hose and nibbling on her neck.

"I want to start at your toes and kiss and lick my way up your hosed covered leg, kissing every inch then moving behind your knee and kissing that spot in the back then slowly working my way to your thighs and to your sweet pussy."

I could tell she was liking this are her breathing got a little faster and I touched her leg everywhere I mentioned kissing it, she was a great kisser as she started kissing me then the friggen phone rang, I thought I was going to explode and wanted her to let it go. This was before caller id. She answered the phone and mouthed that it was her boyfriend, he wanted to know how our study session was going. She told him fine and they talked a bit. While she was talking she moved her foot back to my crotch and felt my erection through my jeans she smiled and nodded to the floor. I quickly got the hint. I moved to the floor and while she was on the phone with her boyfriend I was kissing her hosed covered feet and rubbing her legs. Man it was fucking great. She placed one foot on my shoulder and I knew what she wanted. I started doing everything I told her and she loved it. When I got to her crotch she still had her shorts on but I could feel the heat from her pussy and smell her, it was a nice musky scent that made me want to lick her pussy so bad. We did this for about 10 minutes; so much so that my tongue was getting a bit sore form licking her hose covered legs and feet. God I needed to cum so bad. She placed one foot on my cock and pressed down, hanging up the phone,

"He is on his way and should be here in about 5 minutes. Sorry I guess we have to call it a night."

She wanted me to wait and meet her boyfriend so it would seem normal not like I was leaving the scene of the crime. When he got there, I knew him and he was a complete douchbag. We talked a bit then I left, I played with my cock all the way home. The next day in math Debbie informed me that we needed to finish what we started some day and I smiled in total agreement. Until then she teased the shit out of me in class. Every time she put her foot up my pant legs she would press my leg and rub it flexing her toes just teasing me to the brink.

We did get together again going to a wedding reception and we did finish what we started.

For whatever reason he had Debbie's boyfriend didn't want to go to the wedding, his loss was my gain. I think at the time they were on rocky ground and he really didn't like her friends who would be there so he opted to do something else. Oddly enough he was ok with me taking her. Yep the dumbass!

Luckily the wedding was in the spring so all the ladies were in hose. Even though it was the late 80's you still had the occasional oddball who would go bare legs. I picked Debbie up at her house, Her dad opened the door and I said hello then he let me in to wait for Debbie, she wasn't quite ready. We made some small talk her dad was pretty cool and seemed to like me. When she came out I was just dumbfounded and even told her how great she looked before her dad could. She had a nice cream-colored floral print dress that came down to mid calf and a blouse and jacket to match with cream 3" heels and tan hose. With her heels on she was just a few inches shorter than me, we had talked before and she was worried about that. When I assured her that I didn't care how tall she was and if she wanted to wear heels then that would be great. I told her that I thought she would be sexy in heels and man was I right.

I opened the door for her and watched as she sat then brought her legs in, wow that was just sexy to watch and she knew I was watching. It had been about two weeks I think since our little night together and she had teased the stuffing out of me since then while in class. We had about a 30-minute drive to the reception hall and I took my sweet old time. I drove a two-door coup with reclining seats. The passenger seat was back all the way so she had room to cross her legs. I had a c.b. radio on the floor and it partially blocked my view, friggen thing. Wee talked a bit about the couple getting married and about the night we had together, she asked me questions about why I liked hose and feet, which shocked the shit out of me. You don't run into a girl who is like that every day but I opened up to her. She told me she always knew from the first week of classes and she shifted to give me a better look. She looked so nice sitting there in her skirt and just enough of her foot showing for me to se her hose and her arch. Man was I getting horny.

The reception was nice, there were many people we knew who were shocked to see us together and we assured them we came as friends. They used long banquet tables for seating and we grabbed a seat next to each other and I went for drinks. We talked some more while everyone ate and she would occasionally rub her foot on my leg and grin at me. When the dancing started they dimmed the lights and we all let loose, I couldn't help but think about her feet in those hose and heels, she kept her shoes on while most didn't. I was happy about that, as I didn't feel like cleaning her hose with my tongue later. After a few fast ones a slow song started and I moved to leave, she grabbed my hand and pulled me back. We danced a bit then she moved in closer to me,"Is that for me?"

"Well you caused it so yeah its yours."

I couldn't help it I was harder than Chinese arithmetic and she pressed into it. I slid my hand down to her ass and rubbed it as I turned her towards the wall so no one could see. No panties, fucking pay dirt! After the dance we sat, I went for drinks and she sat with some friends. I got about 4 each so I didn't have to go back for a while. I took the seat across from her, as it was the only one open. I was looking around when I felt her foot on my crotch. She was still talking like nothing was going on. Instantly hard and she smiled a little as she pressed her foot into my cock. I looked down and saw her sheer toed hose and her nails were painted dark pink. I leaned into her and lowered my head a bit trying to catch her foot scent but no luck too many smokers. So for the next 30 minutes I had one hand under the table feeling her sheer hose covered leg while she teased my cock. A couple of times I had to slide back a bit and hold her foot off my cock. She smiled knowing that she almost made me cum in my pants. After that we got up and danced a bit more and talked to some friends, we kept drinking and both had a nice buzz when she said she didn't feel good and wanted to go home. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, there went the night. I held the door for her and she got into my car and got in myself.

"Are you mad we left early? I Am sorry about that."

"Nope I am not mad at all, are you feeling ok?"

"I am now!"

With that she leaned over and kissed me hard pressing me back into my seat. My hands were all over her but made a beeline for her skirt hem. I slid my hand up her leg slowly feeling her hose and I nibbled on her neck. Remembering what she said before I started talking to her about what I wanted to do to her.

"I want to start at your toes and kiss and suck each one through your hose then work my way along your arch to your ankle twirling my tongue around your ankle bone then make my way along your Achilles up the back of your calf taking my time enjoying your hose covered legs slowly making my way to your sweet pussy."

"OK, start the car lets go take me home."

I was dazed a bit and had to get my composure,

"ok dumb question, your not sick are you?"

"Nope just really horny, teasing you has gotten me hot as well." She laughed.

We still had a 30-minute drive and I was ready to speed.

"Slow down, my dad works tonight and he will be gone in about 45 minutes."

She leaned back and turned placing her shoeless feet on my lap. Giggling she would place one on the side of my face and slide it around,"smell my feet." 

Like a little kid but she knew it turned me on and man they smelled great. Not too strong but warm and musky with a little sweat from a night of dancing. I took her foot and held it to my nose breathing her scent and I licked her foot.

"You are going to get a chance for that later." 

She took her feet and placed them back in her shoes. Shit she was killing me and she knew it. I was going to fuck the hell out of her!

We arrived and dad was gone, once we got into her house I guided her to the big armchair and knelt on the floor. I buried my head under her skirt and pressed my face into her hose covered pussy, god she was soaked and it smelled great. I pressed my nose hard into her clit and she grabbed my head and pulled me tighter.

"God let me get my hose off I want to feel your tongue on my pussy."

That was all I needed to hear, I bit right through her hose and tore a hole. Her cotton gusset was soaked and ripped nice and easy exposing her pussy to me. She pulled her skirt up and looked at me,

"Hey you owe me a pair of hose!"

Once I was back licking her pussy she quickly changed her tune. Her pussy was soaked and she had the biggest clit I had ever seen. I sucked on it hard and flicked it with my tongue and every time I did she would squirm. Her pussy was neatly trimmed but outlined with hair,"remember this was the 80's not everyone shaved" She was rubbing my cock through my pants with the top of her foot but she was having trouble as I licked her. Without warning she grabbed my head pulling me tight, I knew what was about to happen and I took her clit and sucked hard. I thought she was going to pull my hair out. Her juices flowed and I drank as much as I could, she didn't squirt but there was a nice about of cum. When the last tremor ended she pushed me back the placed a foot on my chest digging her heel into me a bit and pushed me all the way to my back.

"Stand up I want to watch you undress."

That was a first but hell I did it as fast as I could, I was in my 20's so I was in shape.

"Lay on the floor"

She stood over me and slowly walked up my body looking down smiling. She teased my cock with the toe of her shoe a bit then placed both feet on the floor and started to pull her skirt off. Once that was done she stood there over me in nothing but heels her blouse and hose, so fucking hot. She dropped onto my cock rubbing back and forth, I could feel her pussy lips then her hose every time she did this then reached down and grabbed my cock and guided it into her pussy. She just sat there and I could feel her flexing her muscles on my cock. Holy shit that was great. I hoped the alcohol did its magic and gave me some endurance as I was so wound up I was afraid I would cum before we started.

Slowly she moved back and forth on my cock as my hands ran along her hose covered thighs all the way to her feet. 

"Talk to me."

"I love the way your pussy feels and how you teased my cock all night with you hose and your feet. You taste so good I want to lick you pussy all the time"

This was working she was moving faster, I reached down and placed my thumb on her clit every time she rocked foreword. That was working well and soon I was getting that old feeling. I told her she was going to make me cum, I wanted to warn her since I wasn't wearing a rubber. 

"Come on I want you to cum inside me."

With that she took off her shoe and held it over my nose. 

"Smell my shoe, I want to feel your cum inside me."

Well that did it; I exploded inside her for what felt like the most intense orgasm of my life so far. With the first spasm she came again and dug her nails into my side pulling onto me for all she was worth. When her orgasm subsided and we both stopped trembling she lay on me with my cock still inside her. I cold feel it softening and my cum running out.

"Wow that was great I have never cum like that before."

"I wish I could have lasted longer for you but you teased the shit out of me all night."

She got up and started to take her hose off, my cum started to run down her leg and she used her hose to wipe it up. Then she turned to me lying there and did the same with her hose. Needless to say if you have ever felt hose that is soaked with cum you know what that did to my cock.

"Hey he's back, looks like we get to play some more. Lets head to my room." 

I wish I could say she put more hose back on but she didn't but we did fuck most of the night. I left about 5 a.m. Man I was tired and my dick was sore but it was worth it. She was supposed to meet her boyfriend for lunch the next day and I chuckled to myself on the way home, man if he only knew.

We continued to study together and always talked about hose and feet ending the study sessions.

I have not seen her in years and I wonder if she stills wear hose as much. Hope so.



A Memory - Last Night Together



This is the first story in a series I call Memories. I would appreciate any feedback you can provide on this story as I try to improve. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy.

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I remember hearing your knock and feeling my heart instantly begin pounding inside my chest as I anticipated seeing you again. The doorknob turned and I froze just a few feet from you. The door pushed open and there you stood in front of me once again. A mirage more beautiful than I ever could have imagined, more beautiful than I remembered. I stood speechless with a smile I could not hide, and in return your smooth wet lips smiled back at me.

"You're not even gonna say hello or tell me how good I look?" 

"Sorry...I had it all worked out before you came over. I knew exactly what I would say and what I would do. I wanted to impress you and remind you of how it used to be, but then I saw you, and it all went away. You look amazing Elizabeth...gorgeous...sexy as ever."

My eyes moved up and down her body as the memories came flooding back. There they were again, those beautiful blue eyes that used to stare down at me as she slid her body down on me. Her hair the same long silky curls I remember gently pulling as I pushed inside her harder and harder from behind her so many times.

She shut the door behind her and took in a deep breath. Her hands slid down over her breasts and over her belly, until they stopped at her side. I could see that look in her eye that told me dinner plans had just been cancelled. Her fingers wrapped around her little black dress and pulled down as again she took a deep breath, knowing I was dying to touch her again.

"I've missed you," I whispered and finally managed to take a step towards her. "Are you really here? Is that really you?" 

"Shhhhh," she said quietly with one finger now on my lips. "I missed you too."

With that single touch, I knew everything we needed to say to each other, had been said. Words were no longer necessary and finally we could be together again. Without even realizing it, my hands had moved the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Her fingers ripped at my buttons one by one as she pushed me backwards towards the bed. 

I was reminded how strong she was, and how forceful she was in bed. One push and there I lay waiting for her as she let the dress fall from her body completely. Her perfect breasts bare as she pushed them together with her arms, and gave me that shy grin she knew I loved.

I knew she was asking me if I liked what I saw, and she was reading my mind as well and knew I was craving more of her. She turned her back to me at the end of the bed and faced the mirror in front of her. From her reflection, I could see her staring at me as her fingers slid under her panties and slowly pulled them down. Her tongue licked her lips as she bent over and pulled them down to the floor, letting me enjoy the site of her bare ass. She stayed bent over like that for a few seconds with one hand sliding up between her legs, until her fingers pushed against her pussy and gently moved back and forth. 

I wanted to sit up and grab her, but fought back the urge. I wanted to throw her down on the floor and go down on her, but I couldn't move. I could see my cock bulging in my pants as I watched her finger slide deeper inside her moist lips. Just when I thought I wouldn't be able to control myself much longer, she stood up with that same grin and turned back to me. 

As if reading my mind again, she pulled down my pants while I quickly kicked off my shoes. I could see her surprise as she found me wearing nothing beneath my pants. I moved further back in bed and she crawled up at my feet and began to move slowly towards me. I could see the tip of my cock already wet, springing towards her mouth almost as she grew closer to me. 

The warmth of her skin against mine was killing me and driving me further and further over the edge. If it were to ever happen, today would be the day I would cum without her ever touching me. With her legs straddling mine, and her body gliding gently over mine, I watched as she moved her mouth down over my cock, only to kiss around the base instead. She continued teasing me like this for a while longer as my fingers clutched tighter against the sheets and my hips thrust upwards involuntarily.

That grin again. Her wet tongue sliding over her lips, then her body moving higher up my body until she lay flat on top of me...kissing me. I had missed those lips for so long now, and as if dreaming, felt them again against mine. To taste her again was incredible. All feeling seemed to have left my body while our lips stayed locked like this. Her breathing caught up with mine as our bodies enjoyed being together again. 

A pause in her breath...her lips parted slightly as she sat up. One hand on my chest and the other wrapped around my cock...stroking me, then guiding me between her legs. Her eyes locked on mine as she moved down on my dick slowly. Her lips squeezed the head of my cock tighter as she let me in deeper. I held her hips and let her down even slower now as she smiled down at me. I watched as she took every inch of me inside her, and then lay her body back down on top of me.

She always knew exactly how to move her hips on top of me to make me cum quickly. Her nails dug into my chest as she began moving faster and faster on top of me. I could feel it building inside me, starting at my toes and quickly taking over the rest of my body. I belong to her, and she knew it.

I could feel her squeezing my cock tighter as she moved faster and faster. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could almost hear her asking me to let go. I felt my grip tighten as my hips moved up to meet hers over and over again. The room seemed to grow dark and almost spin as I kept my eyes glued on hers. Finally, I stopped keeping my hands pulling her body down against me hard. A few quick movements together and she had me exactly where she wanted me. 

Her favorite part was over, but mine was only beginning and she knew what I was waiting for now. With my cock still rock hard, she slid up and down on me a few more times, before sliding off and laying down next to me. A faint giggle escaped her lips as I jumped down at her feet and held them up to my lips.

I kissed her toes first, one at a time. My fingers traced the curves of her ankles, then behind her knees as I spread her legs. As my lips moved up her legs, I watched as her hand moved down between her legs, and her finger gently circled her clit. I moved slower still with my lips, enjoying the site of her fingers pressing against her wet pussy like that. 

Enough. I couldn't take it anymore and need her. I lie down in bed between her legs and found her fingers spreading her lips apart for me. My favorite part. My tongue moved slowly at first up and down between her lips as her body relaxed beneath me. I loved how wet she was on my lips as my tongue moved all around her clit. 

Her hips began moving with me and I knew she was mine. She was exactly where I wanted her now, and it was my turn to make the room spin for her. First, one finger slid inside her while my tongue never left her clit. Pressing up gently, and rocking back and forth inside her, I began moving faster. I held her lips spread with one hand, while now two fingers slid inside her and gently fucked. 

Her eyes remained closed as she ran her fingers through my hair and grabbed my head. Pulling me tighter against her pussy, she moved me exactly where she wanted me. Again my imagination was working overtime as I swear I could hear her asking me to fuck her pussy again...asking me to fuck her harder...faster, but as I looked up at her, I found her bighting her lips with eyes squeezed shut. Her hips almost bucking beneath me, I knew she was close. A minute longer and she was pushing me off of her as she came. I stayed on her pussy and licked her clean and enjoyed every sweet drop, until she relaxed again with me.

Creating memories. That is what we were doing so long ago. We were living in the moment. We didn't think of our past, or our future, but enjoyed the moment we were in together. How are paths crossed, I couldn't begin to explain, but still...so glad they did. 

My most lasting memory, and fondest was the ten minutes afterwards we spent together in the shower. The lights off and my body behind hers as my arms wrapped around her and held her tight. Still no words were spoken, and none were needed. 

That was the last night we spent together.



A Memory Of A Taste Like No Other



I remember it like it was yesterday.

She had not moved since I walked through the door, except to place the baby gently into his crib and to smooth her skirt across her thighs and down to her ankles in a curiously erotic gesture when she sat back down on the lounge.

She had not made a sound.

I stood still in the doorway and looked around me slowly, letting myself relax, feeling the sense of belonging, of home, seep into me.

The house was spotless as it always was. I could smell the appetising smell of freshly fried onion mingling with what, lamb chops, coming from the kitchen. I could guess the rest, green peas with a dob of butter smeared over them, corn on the cob, mashed potato... ...the smells and my thoughts combined to make my stomach convulse with hunger.

Softly, in the background, I could hear Marvin Gaye silkily delivering "Sexual Healing" from the CD player. The music seemed to slide through the air to caress me, the listener. Forget the words, the sound was rich with passion, with emotion.

I put down my briefcase without saying a word, my eyes fixed on her. She knew me, knew that I loved to look at her, that I loved how demure and shy she looked sometimes, how it contrasted with how wild she could be.

The whore and the goddess. The mother and the lover. Oh woman, thou art a mystery to me.

From beneath her fringe her gentle eyes followed me as I walked slowly around her, looking at her from all sides. I found her very lack of motion intensively arousing, and I did not know why.

She made no effort to cover the breast she had been feeding the baby with, or to move her top at all. Her hands were clasped loosely together and placed in her lap. The curve of pale milky flesh that was her left breast nestled comfortably into the pale blue blouse, the left shoulder of which was pulled down to just above her elbow. A droplet of pale white liquid sat, coolly inviting, on the edge of her areola, just below her left nipple.

I moved around her left shoulder, my fingers trailing lightly across the back of her neck and then down the curve of her shoulder. I could see a trail of goose bumps following the path my fingers had taken. She shivered. I stopped in front of her, looking down at her.

In the stillness, in the near absence of motion, with the barely perceptible rise and fall of her breasts, I felt my cock thickening, hardening, in my pants.

Almost leisurely I reached down and picked up her hand, sliding my fingers down the palm and over the wrist. It was warm and I felt her grip my hand, hold it. Without looking I pulled her hand towards me and spreading the palm, her hand under mine, begain to rotate it, pressing it in slow circular movements against my growing penis.

Her breath came out in a tiny gasp them, but she did not look up.

I felt her other hand sliding my fly down and then reaching inside my pants and pulling my cock out. I groaned as her cool soft skin grasped my head, fingers closing around my shaft, pulling it towards her. Her lips parted slightly, her small pink tongue flicked across them and was gone. Her head stayed forward, her fringe hanging over her eyes.

Leaning forward, I raised her head until her neck was arched, until I could see her eyes. She looked at me, and then through me, as if neither of us were really here. I gently moved her back in the chair, my right knee slowly but insistently spreading her legs. She closed her eyes as her back arched against the lounge, the motion bringing her ribcage up and out, her breasts pushed forwards towards me. Her hand continued to slide over my cock in leisurely strokes. I lowered my head, breathing heavily as I moved towards her nipple.

I licked the drop of milk from the underside of breast and she jerked, the breath punching out of her in a low moan.

She hooked one arm around my neck and pulled my head closer as she sat, head back, her knees pushed wide open, her breath coming in small hard spurts against my hair while my lips circled her breast, while my tongue flicked her nipple.

I took the nipple into my mouth, encasing it, running my teeth lightly across it. I could feel her heat now against my leg where she had canted her hips forward, felt her begin to rub her pelvis up against my knee, squeeze her thighs around my leg. Her hands, both now reaching forward and wrapped around my cock were tugging insistently. I could feel the heat rising, that curious glazed feeling suffusing my limbs.

I sucked, my mouth squeezing from behind the nipple, pulling forward, until her nipple finally popped out of my sucking lips.

Warm sweet nectar sprayed against the back of my mouth, trickled down my throat.

She grunted now, a gutteral sound with the word "fuck" lost repeatedly within it, and then her pussy was squelching moistly against my knee and her body was convulsing spasmodically, uncontrollably, against me.

It was too much for me too and I felt myself crest, the contractions rising from my core and spurting out of me in waves of pure sensation.

I felt more than saw my semen spatter across her lap, over her hands.

My mouth found hers, wet and open, and almost as an after thought we kissed, her tongue playing gently with mine, her lips giving me wordless thanks for the pleasure she had just received.

So many days, weeks, months, even years have passed since that day.

But for me, it was and always will be...

...just yesterday.



A Memory of Love



He loved his wife. In fact, he loved his wife more than anything else. She was his life, his love and his reason for being. It was just such a shame that he could not make her happy and that was all he wanted to do. Life does funny things to a person. It robs you of your hope, it steals away your dreams and it numbs you to happiness. This was what had happened to them over the course of the last ten years. 

What had started as a dream relationship full of passion, adventure and sexual fulfilment had deteriorated into a trudge, a trawl, an absolute struggle where every day was the same as the last. Sex had died after the birth of their first child and had never been given the kiss of life since even though they had two more wonderful children. Three kids, a job and the chores of life in general robbed them of the opportunity as well as the desire. He was sure that they where not the only couple experiencing this difficulty but sex had become almost a taboo subject. Overtures on his part where greeted with either a stony stare or a simple "Oh, give it a rest." He had seemingly lost the art of romancing or had been rejected so often that he did not have the heart to try properly any more.

He lay there, staring at the ceiling listening to the soft breathing of his wife as she lay next to him. The warmth she generated made him want to roll over and snuggle in behind her but she hated being woken up before she was ready and the baby would be awake and demanding soon enough so he just stayed where he was, arms folded across his chest , awake and letting his mind wander. 

It was not right. They where still young, only just about to hit their thirties and his memories of when they where younger still stood fresh at the front of his mind. He could remember every caress, feel every kiss and relive every coupling as if it had just happened. He had never looked at another woman in that way no matter how frustrated and angry he became. He loved his wife and just wanted some of their happiness and relationship back. He remembered when they had just got married and how they used to drag the mattress into the front room on Friday night and pretend they where camping out for the weekend. He remembered the touch of her skin under his lips and fingers, soft and warm. He remembered how hard her nipples became when he grazed them with his teeth and he remembered just how excited she would get when they massaged each other, touching, moving and sliding in, around and over each other. 

He closed his eyes and felt his body responding to his memories as in his head he heard his wife moaning softly into his ear as she nibbled it gently. He used to almost burst with desire when she did that. Who knew ears could be so sensitive. He felt his penis stirring and growing as he enjoyed such pleasant memories and was content to let them continue. He could almost feel her soft body under his hands as they kissed passionately, hands roaming, covering and caressing every inch of her body that he could reach. His own hand crept down to his groin as he pictured kissing her neck and working slowly, ever so slowly, down her body. Neck met collarbone and graduated into the top of her breast, she arched her neck back ever so slightly and murmured her approval. He let his tongue slide through his teeth as he gently and lovingly worked his way down towards her areola and protruding nipple, moving his head around the side of her large breast, licking and kissing as slowly and reverently as possible even though his own passion was reaching crisis point. He bypassed her nipple and kissed underneath her breast, hands sliding down and adding their own pressure and pleasure before finally heading back up and scratching her nipple with his teeth and then giving it a long, soft, deep kiss taking it completely into his mouth. He blew on it gently as he let it pop out of his mouth and laughed quietly as she shivered at the sensation. 

After lavishing attention on one perfect breast for a couple of minutes he crossed to the other and gave it everything it deserved, he hated to think he might have left anything out as he enjoyed her body. All the while his hands kept up a constant gentle stroking, exploring and arousing every part of her body that he could reach. At one instant he tickled up both sides of her body, scratching his fingers as lightly as possible across her overly sensitive skin and in the next he cupped both buttocks and kneaded them, forcing his own aching body powerfully down onto hers, exulting in the feeling of their two naked bodies pressing and writhing together in complete harmony and desire. Not really wanting to leave the breasts that he worshipped but wanting to bring even more pleasure to his wife he left his suckling and started kissing further down, firmly restraining her hands as she strove to grab at his head as he moved lower. He did not know if her guttural noises meant no or yes but she did not really put up much of a struggle, lost in the moment as she was. 

He kissed around her navel and across her soft stomach from side to side dropping slowly lower and lower, eventually reaching her pubic area. Rather than head straight for her moist, glistening sex he jumped down quickly to her feet eliciting another groan that this time was most definitely of disappointment. When she opened up she really opened up and it made him want to explode in response. He could vividly feel just how hard he was. It was almost painfully hard and almost had a life and energy of its own. As he passed down her body and spied plump, engorged labia and the way his wife was trying to spread her legs in response to his attentions he was sorely tempted to just give in to his own tempestuous desire. It took supreme effort to turn away and down. This was for her, it was always for her. 

He knelt at her feet on the mattress, sheets discarded and lying in heap beside them. He was burning up and the slight coolness of the air on his skin was refreshing. He drank in her body, enjoying her soft nakedness and her flushed skin. Her eyes where half closed, enjoying the continued attentions of his wandering hands as they massaged her inner thighs. His fingers worked up from knee to groin working inwards as they moved until his fingertips brushed against her vagina, making her legs open wider and wider as his hands crept higher and higher. He stopped short of her wetness, teasingly scratching back down slowly before firmly heading back up again making her gasp and push her body down towards him, desperately wanting him to touch her where she wanted to be touched. 

He bent his head and softly kissed the top of her foot, before proceeding to repeat what he had done on the top half of her body from below. This time the hands on his head where trying to pull him up, closer to her, closer to where she wanted him to be but he resisted, lingering and savouring her calves and knees, licking her thighs just above her knees on both sides before turning his head first one way and then the other as he kissed slowly and lovingly up towards heaven. There was no resistance to him as he moved higher. In fact her knees fell ever further out and she shuffled her own bottom towards his greedy mouth until he lay on his stomach, hands once more cupped under her buttocks with his eyes directly level with her glistening opening. It was very, very rarely that his wife let go enough to let him get this close and it was special treat for him that he intended on savouring for as long as possible. 

He was just about to move onto the next stage of his operation when his wife grabbed him roughly by the hair and forced him up and away. He was just about to curse when he looked up and saw that she had propped herself up on one elbow and was directing him towards her urgent mouth. Her eyes where almost completely closed now and her breath was coming in heaving gasps, her large breasts shuddering and juddering. She kissed him almost desperately and violently, mashing her tongue against his, hand pressed firmly into the back of his head. He lost himself for a moment in his wife's passion kissing her back just as powerfully before she wrenched him away. She opened her eyes and looked into his soul. 

"Just hurry up and Fuck me you naughty man." It came out in a gasp before she collapsed back down against the mattress and pushed him back down towards where he had been.

He moved his hands from below her bottom and again surveyed the heaven that was lying open in front of him. For him there was absolutely no better feeling on this planet than knowing he had aroused his wife so much that he could see it. Her beautiful womanhood had swollen up and as he gently parted her lips he was rewarded with both another gasp and a glimpse of her engorged clitoris peeping out of its protective hood. This was when the real fun began. He started by gently placing the fingers of one hand to keep her labia open and then, starting at the bottom he took one long lick, savouring and enjoying her taste on his lips. The taste of sex. The taste of love. He then alternated between licking up and down slowly, flicking from side to side and then dipping his tongue inside her completely as far as he cold, stopping only to pay special attention to his wife's clitoris from time to time. He barely registered her body trembling and the high pitched moan that she was emitting so carried away had he become. He wanted it to go on forever. As he licked and sucked ever more passionately he brought his other hand around to lavish complete attention onto the clitoris. He knew that the clitoris was the key for her more than anything else. He placed his fingertips and began circling gently. The effect was explosive and immediate. His head was almost crushed as his wife jammed her legs together and cried out loud in ecstasy. She relaxed after a couple of seconds and her legs fell to the side again.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, please, please, please, please, please don't stop. Do not stop what you are doing. Do ... not.... stop."

He almost exploded there and then with delight and pleasure. He had no intention of stopping at all. He started licking furiously as his fingers danced, maintaining a rapid, firm pressure against the pleasure giving nodule. The trembling became more and more noticeable and his wife started to arch her back further and further off the mattress making it increasingly difficult for him to maintain his rhythm. It did not matter any more, she was too far gone and just needed to be tipped over the edge. 

"Fuuucckkkk mmeeeee!!!!" The ragged shout that ripped from his wife's throat was the signal he needed as she jerked and spasmed about below him. He got to his knees and entered in one smooth motion burying himself in her warm, wet embrace, almost crying out himself as she screamed in supreme ecstasy, gasping, writhing and jerking in equal measure as she climaxed. He just delighted in it, watching her as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her for what seemed like an eternity. For his part he simply stroked at her gently and shallowly, making her squirm and prolonging her orgasm but not letting her push him out. Eventually the spasms subsided and she lay limp, damp with sweat and still flushed as he leant down to kiss her neck and hold her while she recovered. He was still inside her and continued to stroke gently in and out, enjoying the warmth and slickness where their two bodies met. He was in heaven. He had made his wife climax harder than he could ever remember and the fun had only just begun. She put a weak hand against his chest and looked at him through tangled hair. 

"You had better be ready for a long night husband." She sounded so sultry and sexy as she lay beneath him. He just smiled in return and started to move more powerfully against her, feeling her respond in kind.

He was masturbating furiously now as his memories flooded over him and needed some kind of release. He turned on his side and nudged in against his wife moving his hand towards her covered breast and nuzzling in towards her neck, breathing in her essence and getting even more aroused if that was possible. 

For the first few seconds there was no response and he thought that maybe, just maybe he had a chance. As he started to move his hand underneath her pyjama top she grunted, swatted his hand away and rolled over. "Stop pestering me" it was a mumbled, half asleep rebuttal but it was enough. "Stop shaking the bed, it's annoying me."

He could feel his frustration threaten to overwhelm him. His penis was concrete hard and ready to explode but he knew he had no chance getting relief from his wife this morning. He flopped back onto his back and resumed his perusal of the ceiling. His erection refused to go away, the throbbing reminding him of everything he was missing. This was just not good enough. It needed to change. He had to make it change. Sex had become a chore for his wife. He sometimes fell into her way of thinking and started to assume that that was how it had always been. He had just had a graphic realisation that this was not the case. His wife just needed to let herself go and remember who she had been and it was up to him to do that. 

His erection still retained its rigidity, he had pushed himself too far for it to just go away, so he rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. He would relieve himself yet again this morning but he made a promise to himself that this would be the last time. Things could not go on like this.



A Memory of Red



I can't tell you, as another could, if her eyes danced with pleasure, or even what color they were. But I can tell you how long her legs were, and how soft and supple her curves felt under my hands. I can tell you how cool and silky her long hair was, and about the sweet murmurs of delight she uttered when we touched. And I could go on and on about her delicious scent- a heady mix of vanilla and lavender over the fresh aroma of soap-scrubbed skin. Everything about her left a permanent imprint on my memory, and it's an imprint I am very much looking forward to refreshing. 

My golden retriever, Percy, lies quietly at my feet as I sit in a café, waiting for her. She's meeting me here at 4:00. I feel my watch- it's 3:54. I straighten my back and sit up, adjusting the sleeves of my trench coat, hoping not to look slouchy when she arrives. Percy chuffs, sensing my nervous anticipation, and I reach down to scratch behind his ears. He yawns and stretches his neck forward again, resting it on extended paws. 

A figure looms a few feet away, as if waiting for me to notice its presence. But I knew who it was well before she got to the table. 

"Can I get you another latte?" the waitress's voice thinly disguises a tone of pity. It annoys me, sometimes, when people who notice my condition sound like they feel sorry for me. But today, I'm so excited that I don't care. 

"No, thank you. No more caffeine right now," I grin. "I'm just waiting for someone." 

"All right. Just holler if you want anything." 

I nod, she moves away. 

Time is creeping by slowly, and I resist the urge to check my watch again. My thoughts are full of the last time we met… the first time we met. 

************* 

It was at the library just a few blocks from here. I always go there on Friday evenings, as it's the only one in the city that has a decent amount of selections in Braille. Buying at the bookstores gets a little too spendy for my budget, and there's not much point in buying books anyway. After I've read one, I remember it well enough without having to re-read. Besides, the less clutter in my apartment, the better. 

It had been a warm spring day, and I was in the mood for light reading, so I decided on a collection of short essays and quotes from 20th century satirists. Whoever chose to keep the Braille in that area must have assumed that the blind had no use for windows; it was in the stuffiest, hottest corner of the library, and I never stayed there to read what I picked out. Although I could find it myself, Percy led the way straight to my favorite spot by the window in the main study hall, which everyone else used. I cracked it just a little, a breeze carrying in the sound of the city. The traffic several floors below hummed, and the distinct song of two robins drifted in. The leaves of the tree they perched in rustled just outside the window. The warmth of the setting sun poured over me as I settled back contentedly and opened the book, Percy sitting patiently by. 

I was thoroughly engrossed in the material until catching that beautiful scent, her feet padding quietly along the marble floor as she approached the table. The chair across and down from me scraped a bit she pulled it out and sat down, her arms releasing a heavy load of books. I heard her unzip a backpack and pull out a pen and a notebook, the pages flapping as she opened it with a beleaguered sigh. Evidently she was not here to read for pleasure. 

Percy took no notice of her, his breathing deep and restful as he stretched out in a sunny patch on the floor, as always. But her lovely, delicate scent assaulted me at this close proximity, and I drank it in, my hand coming to a standstill on the book. Her sigh, combined with the quickness of her movements and the apparent nature of her reading gave me to think she might be around my age, perhaps a little younger. I thought for a few moments about introducing myself, but quickly decided not to. For one, she was obviously here to study and probably didn't want the interruption. 

Secondly, I was just plain shy. At twenty-five, I'd only had one real girlfriend in my life, a girl named Megan I'd gone to school with. Naturally I'd attended a school for the blind. Megan was seeing, but only barely so. She couldn't see at all out of one eye and the vision of the other was so fuzzy that she could only make out shapes, whereas I can't see at all. But the two of us clicked so well that we practically became attached at the hip. Her family moved away when we were sixteen, and it took a while to get over losing her. I really had loved Megan. Since she'd gone, romance, and everything that went with it, took a back seat in my life. It was a confusing enough struggle just to be on my own at first after graduating, trying to apply everything they'd taught us at school about getting on in the seeing world. To try and involve somebody else in my life in those first years was practically impossible, not to mention inadvisable. It's best, they'd said to us, not to rely on anyone but ourselves. 

Eventually, I found my niche, but it was a solitary one. I tried to date once I found my feet, but it never went well. Women liked my appearance well enough, but my condition always made them uncomfortable. And more often than not, I got the feeling that they pitied me, no matter how stable and self-sufficient I was. 

Not to mention that some of the ways they treated me were complete turn-offs. For instance, I was once out having dinner and a beer with a guy from one of my jobs, and a girl he knew joined us. I caught on right away that he was trying to set us up, and she seemed pleasant enough. When he got up to use the restroom, she asked about what had happened to my eyes- the scars around them, you understand. Most people don't notice until they're very close up to me. While explaining the cause of my blindness, I felt the movement of air around my face and realized she was waving her hand in front of my eyes, as if to test whether I was lying about not being able to see. I said nothing about it, puzzled by her attitude. After that she seemed amused, like the idea of dating a blind man was merely a novel concept. 

Things like that are disheartening, and you might be surprised by how often they occur. People just don't think sometimes. 

So I had simply gotten used to being by myself. 

And that quiet Friday evening was no different. I went back to reading, trying to put the girl sitting at my table out of mind. Eventually it worked, and I found myself chuckling at the sharp wit of Dorothy Parker. 

"What's so funny?" the girl whispered. 

"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to disturb you." 

"No, it's all right. I could use a distraction." 

I smirked. "Not in the mood for homework?" 

"Not at all!" a book in front of her being closed. "I'd love to know what you're reading." 

"It's just a collection of funny quotes." 

"Which one made you laugh?" 

"Dorothy Parker. She says here, 'If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at all the people He gave it to.'" 

She giggled softly, trying to keep her voice low in the cavernous, hushed room. 

"That's a good one." 

"Yeah, I thought so, too." 

"Have you ever seen that movie, Dorothy Parker and the Vicious Circle?" she asked. 

I smirked again, wondering if she would realize her faux pas. 

"Oh, shit," she groaned a few moments later. "I'm so sorry. Of course you haven't." 

"That's all right. It happens a lot. I listen to movies sometimes, though." 

"Are you a student, too?" she asked, obviously trying to change the subject. 

"No. I work." 

"May I ask…?" 

"Sure," I smiled. "I'm a translator. I speak Spanish, French and German. My principle work is in the court systems, but I also record audio books into those languages." 

"You're quadrilingual? I'm impressed." 

"You'd probably be less impressed if you saw my paychecks." 

"Hey, as long as you enjoy your work, that's all that counts." 

"I agree. And, yes, I enjoy it, especially recording the books, since it helps people with my disability. It's good to know that children who haven't learned to read Braille yet can still enjoy stories." 

"I can see why they hire you record them. You have a gorgeous voice." 

"No," I corrected with a grin. "You can't see why. But you can hear why. Thank you for the compliment, though." I scooted my chair a bit down the table, knowing that seeing people like to "face" those whom they are talking to, and reached out my hand. "I'm David Getty." Her hand gripped mine immediately in a warm shake that lingered a few moments longer than a normal greeting. 

"Sarah Kingston." I could hear the smile in her voice. 

Sarah and I bantered for a long while after that. I'd never met someone so easy to talk to. She didn't seem put off by my blindness at all, nor did she have that inevitable tone of misplaced compassion when she spoke to me. I felt like she was an old friend I was just catching up with. She was twenty-one and attending the city university, studying physical therapy. That amazed me just a little. Being a physical therapist is challenging, but her intellect seemed capable of much more. She had been inspired to pursue it because of her father, who had suffered a debilitating stroke and required physical therapy as a part of his treatment. She was warm, bright, funny, and sounded lovely. I was completely enchanted, and so was Percy, I might add. Sensing the potential of a new companion, he got up and sniffed Sarah inquisitively, and she petted him, cooing at him about what a good dog he was. 

It was a disappointment when I felt my watch and realized the library was about to close. 

"Would you like to get a cup of coffee or something?" I asked, desperately not wanting to part with her company yet. 

"Thanks, but I ought to be getting home." 

"Oh, okay." 

An uncomfortable silence ensued as she collected her books from the table and put them away in her backpack. I thought about asking for her phone number, but after my invitation getting shot down, I assumed that she wasn't interested. Oh, well, I thought, getting ready to leave, taking up Percy's leash. At least we had a great conversation. 

"Do you walk home or take a cab?" she asked. 

"I walk." 

"Me too. I have to go north for the first leg. Do you live out that way?" 

As a matter of fact, I did. 

"We can walk together, if you like." 

"I'd like that very much." I grinned. 

We chattered nonstop as we weaved through the city streets. There seemed to be nothing we couldn't talk about easily, disagree about amicably, or find humor in: books, politics, music- anything and everything. I'd never laughed so much with anybody before. And, I happily noted, for someone who had to be home soon, Sarah was certainly taking her time, not hurrying our leisurely pace. 

As we strolled through a park on our way, an unusual thing happened; something that I'd never shared with anyone before- a comfortable silence. The three of us simply walked along, enjoying the night together. The traffic on the periphery of the park grounds was muffled by the pleasing noise of chirping crickets, and there didn't seem to be that many people in this section of the park tonight. A concert going on at the other end of it that had attracted most of them, and we could hear the music of acoustic guitars and soft voices singing folk melodies in the distance. 

I could feel the warmth of her body close to me as we meandered along, and still smelled that exquisite vanilla-lavender perfume about her. Taking a chance, my hand wandered over to where I thought Sarah's would be, and found it. Tentatively, I laced my fingers through hers, hoping she wouldn't draw her hand away. She didn't. Instead, she clasped on and squeezed responsively. I smiled, my heart flooding, and wondered if it was just possible… I halted. 

"Sarah?" 

"Hm?" 

"Can I kiss you?" 

There was no answer. The silence tied my stomach in knots of anxiousness, and I began to think I'd crossed the line. 

But then I felt her breath graze against my face, her body leaning into mine. Relieved and excited all at once, I wrapped my free hand around her slim waist and leaned down, our mouths greeting each other with damp softness. She embraced me in turn, drawing herself against me, our kiss lingering and deepening. Her tongue lashed out slightly, prompting me to open my mouth. When our tongues met, I shivered involuntarily. 

I had never been kissed like that, not even by Megan. She and I had kissed, but it was only closed-mouthed, and we'd never ventured further than a little timid fondling. But this was a woman who kissed me now; a woman with a sensual, firm body pressed against mine, and she was expressing more than affection. The sweet taste of her hot mouth electrified my body, making it respond with more than I thought was decent; my blood rushed hot through my veins, heart pumping fast, and I was horrified to feel my cock getting hard. Sarah's body was against mine so tightly that she no doubt felt it. 

"Sarah…" I breathed raggedly, tearing my mouth away from hers while I still possessed some measure of control. 

"Shhh," she soothed, tracing cool fingertips over my face. She kissed me again, this time on my neck, leaving cool wet spots behind, making me shudder even more. 

She drew away, hand still firmly in mine, and guided me off the concrete path, our whispering footsteps crushing the grass. Percy whined, protesting the diversion. After about fifty paces or so, Sarah stopped, releasing my hand and taking Percy's leash to walk a small distance away. 

"I'm tying Percy to this tree. He'll be all right for a while, won't you, boy?" He settled with a sigh, evidently resigned to staying put. 

"Where are we?" I heard the rustling of leaves all around us, overhead as well. 

"Just somewhere no one else can see us." Her footsteps approached, the gentle breeze washing her scent up to me deliciously. 

I heard her slide off her backpack, and wasn't quite sure of what was going on. Maybe she just wanted to continue our kiss, away from the view of others. 

"I thought you had to get home." 

"It's okay," she took my hands in hers again and pulled me down to the grass so we sat close together, facing each other. "I said that because I was starting to feel tired back at the library, but I'm not anymore." 

I contentedly when Sarah brought my hands to her face, urging me to explore so I could "see" her. Running my hands slowly over her warm, smooth skin, I traced the sweep of thin eyebrows over high cheekbones and a delicate jaw line. The shape of her nose was aquiline, slender. She kept her hands over mine as they wandered, and closed her eyelids. I cupped the whole of her oval face and ran my thumbs gently over a pair of wide-set eyes framed by thick, soft lashes. 

Her touch crept away from my hands and slid up my arms, reaching out to feel the rough patches around my own eyes. 

"They used to be a lot worse," I said as Sarah touched the numbed skin. "It healed quite a bit as I grew up." 

"Your eyes themselves look perfect." 

"Yes, so I'm told," I smiled under her touch. "But they still can't see." 

"David…I'll understand if you don't want to, but will you tell me what happened?" 

"I don't mind telling you." For once, I was being completely honest in saying that. Over the years, it's become a chore to tell new people the story of what stole my sight. But with Sarah, I wanted to. "It was an accident." 

"How old were you?" 

"Eight months. It happened at home." One of my hands found her mouth, and my fingers touched the full, moist flesh of her lips while my other hand caressed her long, graceful neck. The sensual, pliant warmth of her skin caused me to take a deep breath before I continued. 

"A fire broke out downstairs in the kitchen. My crib was in my parent's room upstairs right above it, and by the time my Mom got to me, I guess it was pretty bad. The fire engines hadn't gotten there, but there were a bunch of neighbors outside on the lawn who saw what happened. They could see her through the fire with me in her arms, trying to get to the shut window. The yelled at her to jump, but the flames blocked her. There was no way out, and the fire was starting to destroy the floor underneath us. At that point she must have been beyond desperate, because she actually threw me through the flames and glass to get me out, and a man caught me. They said she just disappeared behind the smoke after that, and the floor collapsed a few moments later." 

"Your mother… she died?" 

I nodded. There was a long silence. 

"She was a brave woman," Sarah whispered. 

I nodded again, swallowing. 

"But I don't understand. Your eyes are so blue and clear. And the scars around them… they don't like they've been burned at all." 

"Cuts. It was the breaking glass that blinded me, not the fire. I've been told that if you look closely, you can see a few streaks of discoloration." 

She leaned over. 

"Oh, yes… I see. Where was your father when it happened? Oh, I'm sorry- were your parents together?" 

I chucked, my hands still caressing her face, though now not just to "see" it. 

"Yes, they were together. He was there, but he made it out. Turned out the fire was his fault, actually. My Mom had been taking a nap and he was cooking dinner. He'd been drinking, and the fire started because the match he lit the stove with wasn't out when he threw it in the trash. The neighbors weren't sure at what point he left the house, but they said he showed up at their door really drunk, mumbling something about borrowing a fire extinguisher. That's when they saw our house was on fire." 

I paused. Sarah was listening intently, and was so still I thought she might have stopped breathing. But she wasn't crying, which was a relief. Some people start to cry when I tell them what happened. It's nice that they feel for my family, and me, but there are only so many times I can grieve about it. I'm always glad to find someone who just accepts it without wallowing in the tragedy of it all. 

"My maternal Grandmother demanded custody be turned over to her after I was released from the hospital, and the courts granted it. So she raised me until I was old enough to go to school. After that, I was only with her summers and holidays. She died last year." 

"What happened to your Dad?" 

"He came and saw me every once in a while. But he was pretty torn up over the whole thing. I got the feeling that it was too painful for him to be with me, really. He lives in Virginia now…" I smiled. "Or at least I think he still does. I haven't spoken with him since I was fifteen." 

"I'm sorry, David," Sarah said tenderly. "It's so unfair, what happened to you." 

"It's all right," I smiled wider, running my fingers slowly through her hair. "I got along okay. Life's pretty good these days." Her locks had a soft, natural curl to them, and came down over her shoulders in silky waves. I felt her lean towards me, and she nuzzled her forehead against mine. 

"Can I ask you something else?" she whispered. 

I nodded slightly, brushing my lips briefly on hers. 

"Do you remember anything you saw when you were a baby?" 

"No. I was too young," I hesitated. "I remember colors, I think. I see them, in my head. But I don't know which is which." 

Her mouth came to mine, drawing me in for quick, tender kiss before she spoke again. 

"Can I ask you something else?" 

"You can ask me anything you want to, Sarah." 

"Do you like kissing me?" 

"Oh, yes," I breathed, and held her face to bring it to mine. Our mouths met instantly, her tongue delving softly between my parted lips. Her nylon jacket whispered as she slipped her arms under my trench coat, pulling me into an embrace, our lips and tongues locked passionately together. The tip of her nose felt cold against my cheek, but everything else about Sarah was pure warmth, her hands massaging my back through the T-shirt I wore. 




A Memory of Red



I kept my hands on her face as we kissed, feeling the way the muscles of her jaw moved. The wet sucking of our mouths and the rustling of our coats as we strained to be closer drowned out all the other sounds of the night, and that sweet vanilla-lavender scent surrounded me as her arms did. I was getting quickly aroused again, but didn't care if I'd have to walk home with the discomfort of an erection; I wanted to kiss Sarah until my lips fell off. 

We'd been seated Indian-style, and she surprised me by sitting up on her knees and scooting forward until she could settle on my lap, her limbs completely enfolding me. I clutched to her tightly; it was the most intimate embrace of my life. I'd never felt a woman pressed against me like that, with soft breasts crushed by my chest, fingers entwined my hair. The bliss that drifted over me mixed with electric shocks of desire when she sucked on my lower lip with a whimper. Hearing Sarah like that sent shivers up my spine, and I moaned quietly, my hands squeezing her against me even more. 

She took her lips away from mine and kissed the corner of my mouth, and then my cheeks, making a trail of moisture up to my ear. 

"I want you," she whispered, planting another kiss below my earlobe. "Do you want me?" 

"Yes, Sarah, oh yes," I groaned, trying to comprehend what she said, and overcome a state of mild disbelief. Suddenly a wave of panic swept over me as I realized how little I knew about making love. "There's something you should know." 

"What is it?" She drew back. 

"I'm…" I swallowed, trembling. I could speak four languages, yet couldn't utter this one sentence. Finally, I spat it out. "I'm a virgin." 

There was a long pause. 

"Really?" 

"No, I usually tell lies to embarrass myself." I forced a smirk. 

"Oh, David," she giggled, every lyrical note in her voice a thing of beauty. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm just a little shocked, that's all. I can't imagine someone like you never having made love before." 

"You don't mind?" 

"Why would I mind?" Sarah leaned over, surprising me again with kisses, but this time planting her lips softly over each of my closed eyes. "I love the idea of being your first," she whispered, taking my hands. "Stand up, David. If this is going to be your first time, let's do it right." 

We stood up together, and her hands dropped away from mine. Several moments later, I heard zippers being undone and sleeves being pulled off as she undressed a few feet away from me. It wasn't taking her long. I started to breathe heavily in anticipation, and heard her bare feet on the grass, sounding much softer now. 

"How far have you been with a woman?" she asked quietly, just in front of me. I reached around and lightly touched a cheek of her soft rear end, drawing in a quick breath before I drew it away. 

"About that far." 

Another stunned pause. 

"Okay," she breathed. "I want you to stay still. Don't touch me until I say so." 

I nodded, wondering with heady anticipation about what was coming. 

Sarah's hands slowly crept up my chest and over my shoulders, pushing my coat off. She crouched down and I felt her take one of my ankles in hand. I lifted my feet so she could remove one shoe and then the other, socks following. She was moving slowly, but deliberately. 

"There's the trunk of a tree about five feet behind you," she said. "I'm going to put your clothes there at its base." 

"Okay." I trembled, licking my lips, which had gone dry. I was nearly panting, so aroused that my cock was straining, trying to break free of its confines. It was damp at the tip, leaking pre-come. The anticipation was electric, knowing that she was mere inches away, bared, only feeling her hands as they undressed me I lifted my arms up as she removed my shirt, the cool night air washing over my body. Her hands trailed tantalizingly back down my arms, lingering on my shoulders and chest before her fingertips lightly raked down my flat belly. She deftly unsnapped my trousers and brought down the zipper, and I felt the breeze against my chest as she moved down, crouching again to remove them. She also hooked her fingers under the elastic of my boxers and brought down both pieces of clothing at once, completely exposing me. My cock sprang up, and I swore I felt her warm breath against it as I stepped out of the trousers. As she stood, her hands swept slowly up and around my legs all the way from my feet to my thighs and hips, teasingly avoiding my groin. 

Sarah stepped around me, putting my clothes under the tree as she had said. And then I sensed her standing just a few feet in front of me again. I could feel her gaze on me, drinking in the sight of my nakedness. Suddenly I felt self-conscious, and the far-off music and droning traffic seemed too loud. 

"Are you sure we're alone?" 

"Yes." 

"Do I look all right?" 

"David, you're gorgeous," she said softly, coming up to me. I could feel her breath on my chin… she was so tantalizingly close. 

I hesitated nervously. 

"And this?" I whispered, quivering, putting my hand against my stiff cock. I was embarrassed to ask, but desperately wanted to know. No one had ever seen it in the course of my entire adult life. 

She touched me again, running her fingers down over my pecs, past my navel, and gently pushed my hand away. I felt wisps of her hair hanging down against my chest as she looked down at my erect penis. 

"It's perfect, David." Sarah pressed her hand against my cock and then delicately wrapped her fingers around it, massaging the wet glans with her thumb. "Ohhh, absolutely beautiful," she sighed. 

She moved her hand around the shaft with long, firm strokes, and suddenly the stiff buds of her nipples rubbed against my chest. Her tongue and lips starting dancing on my neck, making delicious, wet sounds as she subjected my entire body to this sensual assault. Her other hand came around and gripped my rear end, cupping a cheek and massaging it in wide circles. My ragged breath evened out into deep, loud pants and soft moans. I couldn't believe the intense currents of pleasure undulating through me, centering in my cock. The way she stroked was driving me wild, and I had to resist the desperate urge to touch her by clenching my hands into fists. 

"Touch me now," she said, as if reading my thoughts. Her voice was low and husky, melting me. 

I hardly knew where to put my hands on this beautiful, wonderful girl first. I was so hungry to feel all of her that I wrapped my arms around her and nudged her head back, meeting her lips ravenously, plunging my tongue insistently into her mouth. She welcomed me with a throaty moan, her body now pressed against mine so that my cock that she still stroked was compressed between us. I didn't have to worry about where to put my hands after all- they were moving without conscious thought up her back, my fingers spread wide, slowly running over and lightly gripping every inch of the delicate curves and muscles. I wanted to memorize Sarah's entire body, and took my time touching her- shoulders, arms, the curve of her wide hips and slender waist. She was so soft and warm, and smelled so sweet. 

I moved my mouth away from hers and tasted the salty essence of her skin for the first time as I kissed her neck, trailing down to her shoulder. At last, my hands found their way between us to her breasts. She gasped as I cupped her full mounds, lightly running my fingers over the swollen nipples. More jolts of aching need shot through me as I felt the suppleness of the flesh in my hands and the responsive jump in my cock. I squeezed her breasts tenderly- they were perfect handfuls- lightly rolling my thumbs and forefingers around the hard little nipples. 

"Oh, yes, David. Like that… that feels so good." She started to stroke my turgid erection a little faster, reaching her other hand down to cup my sac. She rubbed it, kneading gently. 

Suddenly I knew I was getting too close. The seething heat rushing through my veins was building to screaming levels, my hips beginning to move of their own volition. I was going to come, and soon. 

I tore my mouth away from Sarah's shoulder and snapped up straight, my hands freezing, still deliciously full of soft female flesh. 

"Sa-Sa…Sarah… I'm going to come…" 

"Yes," she whispered. "It's okay… do it, come for me, David." 

My cock swelled as she continued to stroke; I felt a rushing, throbbing pulse jet through it, and suddenly I was coming. I cried out with a shudder when a series of explosions tore through me. I pumped hot sperm all over her hand in spurt after spurt, devastating pleasure suffusing my body, my hips jerking in short, erratic spasms. I collapsed against Sarah's shoulder as I grunted through my orgasm, and her hand was so slick that I was able to thrust through her grip, my cock drooling. 

I don't know how long it took me to come down from the sexual euphoria of my first climax, but I was lost in it for a long time. I'm not even sure I had a chance to come down, really. 

I'm not certain how we got there- either my knees buckled or she guided us- but before I had regained my senses, Sarah and I were lying on the fresh, cool grass. She was snuggled up, facing me, small sounds of licking and sucking coming from her. It took me a moment to realize that she was cleaning her hand with her tongue and mouth. The idea of her licking up my sperm was incredibly sensual, and I leaned over to kiss her. We ended up with just our tongues intertwined, a string of my sticky fluid connecting us as I drew my tongue back in to taste the spicy cream. Then her lips covered mine tenderly, and she touched my hand. Our fingers danced with feather-light tickles against one another until she held it firmly and brought it between her legs. 

I sucked in my breath upon feeling the intense heat emanating from her core. Her hand abandoned mine then, leaving it to rest on a small triangular mass of fine, curly hair. I'd read descriptions of women's bodies and heard my share of locker-room talk, but this was different. I had no idea what to really expect. 

"Sarah, please… tell me what to do, what will make you feel good." 

"Just do what comes naturally, David," she whispered, opening her legs slowly. "Any way you touch me will feel good, but I'll let you know when you're doing something I really like." 

Her lips found mine again, devouring me in a hot kiss. I spread my fingers over her mons, pressing through the hair and working down further until I came to two folds of especially soft, pliant flesh with a long slit between them. I cupped her vulva, applying light pressure as she moaned into my mouth- warm juice flowed from inside her as if I'd squeezed an overripe peach,, slicking my hand. I gasped, breaking our kiss, fascinated and thrilled by what my hand was discovering. Running my fingers through those nether folds between the slit revealed even more… I was amazed by the complex maze of sweet, hot flesh. It ran deeply from the top of those outer lips, and I buried my fingers in it, seeking its depth. The smooth, wet folds followed down and culminated in an entrance. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to slip one of my digits slowly inside her. 

"Oh, yes…" Sarah hissed, and hungrily sought my mouth once more. I complied eagerly with new levels of passion, my hand buried in her center. The heat from her mouth and pussy was scorching. 

I moved my finger in as deeply as I could, relishing the feel of her humid, hot tightness and the myriad of textures. I withdrew it slowly, moaning when I felt her inner muscles clamp down as if trying to suck my finger back in, and stroked it slowly in and out. My thumb still explored her clitoris, and between kisses she would mutter little encouragements when I touched a particularly sensitive spot. 

I rose up and knelt over her, my other hand coming to massage one breast and then another. My mouth reluctantly leaving hers, I leaned down to replace her lips with a succulent breast. I kissed the yielding, air-cooled skin with wet lips and smiled, feeling her shudder with delight. I licked over her erect nipples with my rough tongue, taking each one into my scalding mouth to suckle them in turn. Sarah had kept her hands at her sides, letting my exploration continue unguided, but now she reached up and feverishly clutched handfuls of hair as I sucked and nibbled on her heaving breasts. 

"David… oh that's so good…" Her hips began to undulate underneath my hand, rivulets of juice now flowing freely, and her breathing becoming more ragged. 

My heart swelled at the sound of her enjoying it so much. My cock had grown back to full size, distended with need, but I wanted to focus on the breathtaking experience of making her feel physical pleasure. I loved the taste of her clean, fresh skin, and her sweet vanilla perfume still clung to her. But it was now overpowered by the raw scent of lust coming from the dripping flesh between her legs. I'd heard of "eating out" a woman of course, but now I really had the opportunity to do it, and wanted to… badly. 

My lips left her breast to travel leisurely down her taut stomach, my tongue trailing over the skin. 

"Oh, yes… keep going," she urged. 

I stopped my hands slowly from their caresses and moved them to her inner thighs, spreading her legs a little wider, massaging the crease that separated them from the mound of flesh I wanted to taste. She tensed, her breathing seeming to stop in anticipation. I lowered my face carefully, honing in on the source of the musky smell that filled my nostrils. My lips touched against the smooth lips of her clitoris, and I delved my tongue into her essence, taking a long, deep lick from top to bottom. She moaned out a short "Oh!" at the feel of it, encouraging me further. My tongue lashed out again, this time dipping into her vagina, lapping up the spicy-sweet nectar that had gathered there. 

"Oh, my God," Sarah whispered. 

Suddenly one of her hands was on my hip, pulling my lower body towards her. Realizing what she wanted, I crawled over, positioning myself with a leg on either side of her. It gave my mouth much better access, and I was able to bury my face into her delectable flesh, kissing and exploring every crevice. Sarah massaged my body from her position; legs, back, hips, and rear- nothing went untouched or unappreciated. I continued to savor her, slurping her clitoris into my mouth as my tongue flicked across a hard nub that seemed to drive her wild. 

I suddenly froze- Sarah's mouth was taking in the tip of my cock, her hands pulling me to her. She moaned gently, sucking on the head as I slowly lowered down, trembling, eating her again. The pleasure of being locked with her like this was astoundingly sweet. Her tongue teased my glans as she opened up to take in more, sending shockwaves of searing need through me. I had to fight not to thrust my hips down, and instead stepped up my ministrations on her, sucking her clit with renewed vigor, and I thrust a finger back inside her vagina. Her response was a loud groan as she sucked me in deeper, and this time I couldn't help burying my cock in her mouth even a little further. Her hands grabbed onto my rear, encouraging me to keep going- but almost as if she couldn't help it, her mouth suddenly popped off out from under me and she cried out softly. 

"I'm coming, David… you're making me come!" 

She lifted her rear, mashing her sex against my face as long, tortured moans tore out of her. Her whole pussy seemed to quiver as the orgasm ripped through, muscles clenching over and over, squeezing out a fresh river of tangy juices for me to lap up. She made little circles with her hips, her hands clutching my own hips as if needing something to hang onto. I lovingly licked at the exquisite folds as she came, my finger buried inside, unmoving, relishing the feel of her riding out the climax around it. I couldn't believe how wet she was. The whole region was sloppily coated, engorged… ready. 

At last, her body relaxed, breathing becoming slow and easy, and when I felt the time was right, I removed my mouth with one last kiss. I turned around and knelt between her legs, leaning over her face. 

"How did I do?" I whispered, smiling, as I was already pretty sure of the answer. 

"Mmmm, amazing," Sarah cooed. "I can hardly believe you've never done that before." 

"You just told me to do what came naturally. I guess it worked." 

"It sure did." 

Her hands wrapped behind my neck and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. My lips were a little numb, but it was wonderful, and the sticky texture of our commingled juices was incredibly sexy. The tip of my heavy cock brushed against her stomach and I moaned into her mouth as my hips involuntarily undulated, leaving a trail of pre-come on her soft skin. 

Sarah reached a hand between us and grabbed onto it lightly, pushing me down and spreading her legs wide for me. She rubbed my shaft through her slippery folds, my body trembling with raw lust when I felt the hot crown bumping against that sweet flesh. She at last poised me at the entrance to her steamy center and her hand left my erect penis to wrap around my back. 

"Oh God, Sarah…" I whispered as she raised her hips encouragingly, just barely taking me into her. 

I plunged down, our slick flesh uniting as my cock penetrated her, reveling in the incredible sensation of being surrounded by the tight grip of her pussy. I thrust again, this time filling her completely, buried inside to the hilt. I stayed motionless, practically panting, memorizing this first moment of intense pleasure and the feel of being ensconced within her. Her muscles were clenching onto me, her chest heaving underneath mine, clit grinding against my pubic bone. Instinctively, I withdrew my cock in a long, slow stroke and plunged back into the liquid fire of her heat quickly, beginning to move luxuriously in and out with the ancient rhythm of passion. I was lost in her completely, my head drooping almost involuntarily to seek out something to taste. My mouth found one of her breasts and I suckled the nipple with a moan. 

Sarah dug her nails into my back, raking them down my skin and whimpering my name, bringing every sensation to screaming life. Something was happening to me as I stroked into her; it was beyond the intense physical pleasure, beyond the tender, desperate emotions flooding my heart. A single color washed through my mind, flashing each time I sank into her, pulsing with every heartbeat. It was the color of passion, the color of love, and something snapped in my brain; my mouth ripped away from her breast. 

"Sarah…" I could barely speak, but I had to tell her, tell the whole world. I cried out softly with pure joy. "I remember red…" 

"Oh God… David... beautiful..." she called out my name over and over, and I felt her pulsate around me as our sweat-slicked bodies writhed in our union. She was coming… coming so hard. 

I sought her mouth ardently, desperate to feel the passion of her kiss as she climaxed. My cock swelled as our tongues lashed and her hands grasped mine. Determined to ride her completely through her peak, I managed to hold off my own for a few brief moments before it overwhelmed me. When I felt her convulsions start to wane, her body going from violent spasms into smooth, delicious motions, I succumbed to the exhilarating rush and pumped into her with short, jerking strokes that were audibly wet. I grunted as my cock emptied streams of hot sperm into her womb with each thrust, the indescribable feeling of coming into her luscious body beyond gratifying. 

I strained hard, delivering everything of me into Sarah with one last shove before I collapsed on top of her, trembling. I came floating back down slowly from the high of the powerful release, my breath slowly returning to normal, her fingers entwined my hair, stroking me lovingly. My softening penis was still lodged within her; I didn't want to take it out. I wanted to stay there on top of her soft, warm body forever with the knowledge of red. 




A Memory of Red



I smiled as I kissed her- I couldn't believe it. I knew what red looked like. 

Eventually, the cool air of spring night started us shivering as the heat of sex left us, and she retrieved my coat so we could cuddle underneath it, holding on to each other. We talked about what had just happened, and she helped me list things I knew were supposed to be red: fire engines, apples, raspberries and strawberries, freshly kissed lips and flesh… it went on and on. 

"Are you a redhead?" I asked excitedly. 

"No, I'm sorry," Sarah replied. "I'm what you would call a strawberry blonde. There's a little red in my hair, but not much." 

I smooched her wetly. "I don't mind… you're the one who made me remember it to begin with." 

She was silent for a few moments. I wasn't sure, but there seemed to be something about it that unnerved her. Fortunately, it passed and we laid there for a long while afterwards, basking in the glow of our lovemaking. 

But the inevitable moment came when we had to get up and leave our cozy spot. I found my clothes right where she said she put them and dressed slowly, not wanting the night to end. Percy had been incredibly silent through the whole event- as much noise as Sarah and I had made, he couldn't have been sleeping. I had to give him credit- he was a very patient companion. 

We walked back to the path hand-in-hand, Sarah resting her head on my shoulder as we meandered lazily along. The concert had ended some time ago, and we heard the occasional shouts and laughter of small groups of friends passing by, chattering and singing some of the songs they'd heard. 

When we reached the park exit, we had to part, our separate homes in different directions now. 

"Can I see you again?" I asked, reaching out to stroke her hair. 

"No, you can't. But you can hear me again. And if you can touch me again, too." 

"Cheeky!" I laughed, pulling her tight to me. "Do you know Hubert's Café by the library?" 

"Uhm-hm." 

"How about Monday, four o'clock? I can get you that cup of coffee you didn't want earlier." 

"Sounds wonderful." I could hear the pleasure in her voice, and felt her smile buried in my neck. 

After a long, deep kiss good-bye, I felt Sarah's hand slip away, fingers touching 'til the last, and then her footsteps disappeared into the sounds of the late night traffic. I stayed put for several minutes, facing the direction she'd headed, a smile plastered on my face, half-wondering if she looked back as she went away. 

When I got home that night, I slept more soundly than I had in my entire life, dreaming of her voice. 

************* 

The waitress comes by four more times in the next while, needlessly triple checking on me. I ordered a bowl of soup at 5:00. It's 5:30 now, and my nervousness has gone. I'm heartsick, the soup cold in front of me. 

I don't know whether to be worried or not. What if something happened to her? Was she all right? 

Or did she just change her mind about me? I've tried to dismiss such thoughts as paranoid in the last hour. But whatever the reason, it's becoming painfully clear that she's not coming. 

Suddenly I hear the light, clicking steps of a female approaching my table, and a familiar lavender scent wafts over to me. I straighten up expectantly, but the woman passes by without slowing down. I shake it off… the scent was all wrong anyways. There was none of the delightful vanilla mixed in with it, and Sarah didn't wear heels. At least, she didn't the night I was with her. 

Percy chuffs again as he gets up to stretch, obviously wanting to move along. We've been here long enough, haven't we? I can hear him thinking. He's probably hungry, not having eaten since early this morning. 

I don't want to go. I want to sit here and wait for a little longer. All I can think of is the possibility that I might leave, only to have her rush in a few minutes later to find me gone. 

No. I have to admit it to myself, have to accept it. She's not coming. 

I reach into my wallet and pull out a bill with a triangular fold on the corner- a ten. I leave it on the table, and Percy and I walk out. We pass by a vendor selling fresh fruit and vegetables, and I ask him for the best apple in his bunch. I give him some change, and he hands me the fruit. I bite into its sweet flesh, red flashing in my mind. 

I want to feel good about it. I want to enjoy it. But all I can think of is Sarah. 

As we make for home, my face is becoming wet, and I wish God had seen fit to destroy my tear ducts along with the rest of my eyes.

Author's Note: Although it got more involved, this was written as an experiment, to "see" if the erotic experience of a character who was missing a major sense could be lucidly described. Please let me know if that has been accomplished, in your opinion. For those of you enjoyed Chapter 1 of my first story, Miss Nova, thank you so much for the great feedback, and Chapters 2 and 3 are in the works!



A Memory of Three



It's an old, old fantasy: two women, one man, making love in joyful abandon. Lou can't remember how long ago the potent picture entered his mind: one woman straddling his cock, a second woman straddling his mouth, and all three of them consumed by pleasure.

But he'll never forget the stormy summer evening when that lingering fantasy at last became a delightful reality—or the love with which Monica and I gave him, and themselves, that memory.

I have an old-fashioned name, but my outlook is thoroughly modern. My warm, bright spirit draws people of like temperament to me, and I have built a large circle of dear friends, all fiercely protective and loyal. Though no advocate of 'free love,' I love freely, and give myself permission to embrace my friends with more than my heart. Over the years many, including several of the women, have shared my bed and attentions.

And yet no one who knows me would for a moment think me as promiscuous or predatory, for I blend discretion and honesty so well that ruffled feathers are rare. It's clear that these encounters are a bonding between friends, a physical affirmation of the trust and affection which already exist. When Lou met me and was invited into that circle, he had to throw out some of his own old-fashioned notions.

But Lou has been well rewarded for his willingness to change. A year after we met, Lou and I moved in together. That was two years ago, and I've never been happier or more sexually contented. What's more, my friends, who at first scrutinized Lou suspiciously, the way a father does his daughter's date, have begun to accept him into their embrace.

This brings me to Monica.

When Lou first met her, at an outdoor May wedding, she reminded him of a girl he had admired in high school: jet-black hair, olive skin, and a classical Italian voluptuousness. Her large tits filled her white button blouse in a most provocative way, and her rounded hips and full bottom made the sight of her walking away a powerful temptation.

I noted his interest with a smile. "I'll just say one thing about Monica," I told him. "Be straight with her. Don't play games."

Lou took that advice to heart. When the chance for a private moment arose late in the day, Lou told Monica plainly how delightfully sexy he found her. Her eyes brightened, and she allowed as how she had always liked men with brown eyes, and thought he had fascinating eyes.

Before that conversation was done, they had shared a first tentative but electrifying kiss, and Lou had learned a great deal about her history with me. We had been close years ago, before Monica moved a thousand miles east. After five years in what Monica called 'urban exile,' she had just returned to her hometown, two highway hours away from where Lou and I live.

She had no car, so we probably wouldn't see her often, she said. But she hoped to see us soon, under better circumstances for catching up. And then she casually confided that she had always been attracted to me, though she had never quite known how to tell me.

"Maybe I'll just have to seduce you both someday," she said, her tone light, but her smile saucy.

Then her ride called her away, and in a few minutes Monica was gone. So it was left to Lou to report back to me that Monica was interested—in both of us. Lou watched as my expression metamorphosed, in several stages, from startled to intrigued.

"In that case," I said slowly, "there's something else I should tell you about Monica. I think she has the most beautiful tits."

We didn't talk about it, but from that point onward, a threesome involving Monica, Lou, and I was somehow in the air. No one had made any promises, but all the pieces were there—if only they came together in the right time and place.

The right time turned out to be only a month away, though at first it seemed like an absolutely wrong place. The occasion was our group's annual weekend swim-and-sing camp out in a nearby state park. Even though Sue and I knew Monica was coming, we also knew that sun screened skin, mosquito-sprayed clothing, crowded tents, and narrow air mattresses—plus no privacy to speak of—didn't add up to anyone's idea of ideal conditions.

But Mother Nature intervened. It was brutally hot and humid all afternoon, while we were at the lake. By dinner time, back at our campsite, the sky was a wall of dark clouds. By dusk there was no mistaking the ominous rumbles, and when the wind changed, we knew we wouldn't escape the downpour. A few hardy souls vowed to stick it out, but the rest of us quickly struck our tents and began to gather our gear.

Monica, though, was in a temporary quandary. She wasn't eager to stay, but she'd been dropped off at the park by her roommates, who had continued on into the city and wouldn't be back until Sunday. When Monica looked at us hopefully, Lou and I looked at each other and saw the answer we wanted in each other's eyes.

"Why don't you come home with us?" I said. Monica's hopeful smile; widened into a happy one.

On the drive home, the sexual tension filled our Sequoia like a glowing cloud. We talked about everything but sex, yet Lou could hardly think of anything else. It was hard to keep his eyes on the dark, rain-slick highway. The fingers of lightning fracturing the sky outside reflected the electric atmosphere inside the car.

When we reached our house, I opened a bottle of white wine, and Lou loaded the CD with jazz. We'd been building up erotic energy for hours, just as the thunderstorm raging outside had built through that sultry afternoon. But still, there was no hurry. I understood—there was no need for haste. We had a night and a day together ahead of us.

Finally, with sheets of rain hammering the living room windows, I set aside my empty glass, reached out to squeeze Monica's hand, and bent to kiss me. "Let's go upstairs," I said.

We undressed by the warm light of one small lamp, and met in the middle of the king sized bed. Monica kissed me, then Lou, long deep kisses that seemed to drive the temperature in the room higher. We were a study in contrasts: I'm smaller, catlike, my skin pale even after the day's sun, my auburn hair cascade to top of my shoulders—Monica darker, her eyes jet like her hair, her lips as soft and inviting as her hourglass figure. Our scents mingled in Lou's nostrils in a delightful confusion.

I reached out and gently caressed the dramatic curves of Monica's tits, which were even fuller and more luscious than her clothing had betrayed. "See?" I murmured to him, as though reading his thoughts. "Didn't I tell you?" My fingertips grazed Monica's nipples, making the other woman shiver and close her eyes. Lou's cock, already jutting upward, stiffened at the sight.

Lou tattooed a line of kisses along my shoulder, then cupped and cradled Monica's brown-tipped globes in his hands, enjoying their weight and warmth. I bent forward and experimentally teased a nipple with my tongue. When Lou did the same, Monica moaned and lay back on the bed, cradling her tits in her own hands and offering them up to our mouths.

We were quick to accept the invitation. Monica's nipples rose rewardingly under the eager attention we gave them, lips and tongue and nipping teeth. She squirmed on the black bedspread and made quiet mewling sounds of pleasure. At one point Lou and I pillowed our heads on Monica's tits as we kissed sloppy hungry kisses that seemed to arouse Monica almost as much as they did us.

Hands were everywhere; the unexpected touch part of the strange wonderfulness of three together—exploring the familiar and the unfamiliar in turn and at once. Monica's fingers in Lou's hair, I lightly stroking his now throbbing hardness, his own hands firmly squeezing my ass cheeks, the way he knew I liked, or tracing lines across Monica's belly and inner thighs, looking to discover what she liked.

Before long, Lou slid down along Monica's body, kissing his way to the apex of her thighs, and parted her dark fur with his tongue. Her taste was complex, her fragrance intoxicating, and he happily buried his face there and began to give her the very best of his oral talents. Her clit swelled gratifyingly under his tongue just as her nipple had, and soon the whole bed was moving with Monica's ecstatic contortions. But, not long after, her moaning, from which Lou had been taking his cue, seemed to stop.

When Lou glanced up, he saw why. I had taken inspiration from what Lou was doing to Monica, and moved around to where I could lower my own wet cunt onto Monica's mouth. My eyes were closed, my lips parted, my fingertips pinching my own nipples as I rode Monica's tongue in a haze of delicious sensation.

Monica was pinned to the bed at one end by my silky lips and at the other by Lou's mouth. In between, she arched her back and clawed at her own breasts, squeezing them harder than he would have thought she'd enjoy. But Monica was at that point of arousal where pain and pleasure merge, and Lou began to tongue her faster, to suck gently on her swollen clit. Suddenly she let out a gasping, moaning cry that even my thighs could not muffle, and Monica's body jerked in powerful spasm.

Monica was near-faint in afterglow, and I moved from her to Lou, nudging him onto his back and lowering myself onto his cock. Her inflamed cunt was like a hot velvet glove sliding down over his hardness, but I was so wet that there was barely any friction. I leaned forward to let him suck my nipples, and rocked up and down on his shaft with a voracious, ferocious energy that brought him right to the edge of orgasm.

But, reaching down to where we were joined, I seized his cock at the root and clamped my fingers around it in an iron grip, staving off my explosion while I rode him to my own. My almost agonized cries of joy and a warm, spreading wetness between us declared the intensity of my release.

By this time, Monica had sat up, and was biting her lower lip and watching us intently. "Is there any of that left for me?" she asked hopefully when I emerged from my flushed haze, finally noticed her.

I shimmied playfully atop my impaler. "Feels like it to me," I said, leaning forward to kiss him. "What do you think, babe?"

"By all means—it's only polite," Lou answered with a smile.

So I gave way, moving to the side and helping Monica kneel astride his hips, even guiding his cock inside my friend's hungry opening. The differences in texture, in temperature, in enveloping sensation, between the two women were remarkable. But Monica was no less exciting than I had been, especially when she began to enthusiastically bounce up and down, her muscles milking his cock and driving all coherent thought from his mind.

Lou scarcely noticed me moving until I was at his head and above him. But when Lou looked up and saw my glistening crimson gash descending toward his mouth, a shiver of delight ran through him. When my lips were sealed against his, his tongue tasting my exotic dew, he was transported to heaven.

It was the picture out of his fantasy, only better — because Lou had always seen it from the outside, and now he was in the middle of it. Lou licked me eagerly, thrust his cock deep into Monica, and asked for nothing else but for it to go on forever. It couldn't, of course, for there's no way to store that kind of sexual electricity, to endure such exquisite stimulation, for long.

All too soon —and at the same time, none too soon—Lou was lost in a storm of his own, flooding jets of cum into Monica and sending a lightning charge of pure animal pleasure from his arching body into both his partners. Lou thinks that one, maybe both, of us women came for a second time soon after, either from what Lou had given us or from what we had been doing to each other.

But it wasn't important enough to ask about as we collapsed into a happy, fragrant huddle of warm, tired bodies. All that mattered was how close we felt in that moment, and how lovely —and loving—it had been.

There were three more episodes of erotic exploration—in different rooms, moods, and combinations—before Monica was picked up by her roommates late the next day. But the time Lou remember most fondly was early Sunday morning, when he awoke first, savoring both the warm contact with the sleeping women on either side of him and the memory of what had happened in that bed the night before.

Monica was the next to awake, and turned to snuggle closer to him. The snuggling gave way to soft sleepy kissing, and then to wide awake caresses and short breathed sighs. Both of them were eager to go farther, but reluctant to exclude me, a late sleeper by nature, and loathe giving me a rude and uncomfortable wake-up surprise. But I stirred enough as Monica and Lou were purring at idle to become aware of what was going on.

"Is it all right if I borrow him for just a little while?" Monica asked, reaching across him to brush a lock of hair back from my cheek.

"Sure," I said with a heavy lidded smile. I kissed him on the shoulder and murmured, "Go ahead, its okay," as I burrowed back into my pillows. It was more than permission—it was confirmation that the warm bond among the three of us was still there, that there were no regrets or second thoughts.

This time, the love-making was simple and straightforward.

"Please fuck me," Monica whispered, and shifted in the bed so that she could open her legs and invite him atop and inside. Leaning on his hands, Lou thrust his morning hard cock into her with long, slow strokes, deep to the hilt and then pulling out until only the tip of the head joined them. After a time, Lou dropped to his elbows so that he could once more enjoy her wonderful tits and large, suckable nipples. Monica's arms went around his waist to hold him close and deep, and she seemed to welcome his weight on her.

Then, as their movements grew gradually more energetic, and they both began to draw ragged, gasping breaths to fuel their pounding hearts and blood, I edged closer, still sleepy, and curled against them, holding his hand, resting my head on Monica's arm. I had no energy for any more, but joined them as three, and basked in the sensual halo surrounding us, smiling with an inner satisfaction as first Monica, and then Lou cried out their joy and their release.

Strange as it may sound, Lou felt, somehow, as if he'd been making love to both of us again. And Lou knew, resting back on his pillow, that these were two special women with whom he was sharing an extraordinary weekend and feeling, and Lou counted himself a lucky, lucky man.



A Memory: One Hot Denali Night



I was working as a security guard in Alaska at a place called Denali National Park, with a property management company during the summer months. In Alaska, the warmest time of the year is May through September. Short as it is, it can get fairly warm. Usually when people come to Alaska to work, they try to bring their girlfriend or boyfriend with them. Most though, come up as singles looking for someone to spend the summer with.(Which was the case with me.) A month had already gone by before I finally met the woman with which I would spend my summer. And I didn't even realize it until later on that fateful day.

It was unusually hot that morning in June. The weatherman is calling for temperatures in the mid to upper 80's, so I decide to wear my short sleeve, "polyester," hot as hell shirt, rather than my hotter than hell long sleeve one. The cotton t-shirt and underwear did nothing for the heat because of the polyester pants. My assignments for the day included taking one of the people from an area that we called "The Vault," around to the different properties to collect and distribute monies for the day. Since it was Wednesday, I expected to be taking an older gentleman named Rick, but as things have a tendency to do, things changed on me at the last minute. When the "Vault" people came out of the building, it was the supervisor Kathy, and a new hire wearing a cute sundress, by the name of Susan.

Susan is a heavy set, but not obese woman that stands 5'3," with shoulder length blonde hair, hazel eyes, exquisite 38DD breasts, and an ass that won't quit, all set in alabaster skin. Some have mistaken her sexuality by saying that she looks a little "butch," but that didn't bother me in the least. I politely said "hello" to Kathy, and inquired about the lady with her. "This is Susan." was her short reply. I said hello to her as well, and introduced myself. Being as much of a gentleman as I could, I opened the door for both Kathy and Susan through most of the route, minor chit-chat occupying most of our time. Susan made mention that she had been here before, so I dispensed with the regular speech about the park and it's denizens. "I'm not worried about the animals in the park." said Susan. "Oh?" I said. "Then which ones are you worried about?" With a cat got the mouse grin she replied, "The ones that come out on payday." 

"That's what David's here for Susan." said Kathy. "To make sure that we stay safe."

"Hmmmm." Susan said, as if to no one else but her companion. "I've always wanted my own 'Whipping Boy.'"

"Careful, I might actually enjoy that. I haven't had any attention lately and talking like this might get me excited." was my final retort. The rest of the trip was spent with Kathy going on about what has changed since the last time Susan was here. Our last stop brought to a close the "Morning Run" and back at the building the held "The Vault." I escort the ladies inside, and bid that they have a good day. I then went back to my regular morning routine of safety checks, unlocking rooms of employees who forgot their keys, filling out and following up on last nights reports.

Lunchtime couldn't have come soon enough for me, because I had skipped breakfast that morning. I got my tray and the days lunch "special" and sat down at the nearest table I could find. A few minutes later, Susan and Kathy walk into the dining hall. Kathy is saying something about one of the waitresses at another property that I patrol. I ask them if they would like to join me. Kathy politely said no, and Susan (thankfully) said, "Why not. You didn't bite me this morning, so I don't see any problem now." When she made it back to my table, I had almost finished my lunch. I apologized for this, and informed her that I only have a limited time before I usually get interrupted. She laughed and said that she understood. We talked for a bit longer, then just like clockwork, I got a call on the radio from human resources about a fired employee raising a ruckus. I quickly said my good byes, and went to see what was the matter.

The workday for me ends by 3pm. But Susan works until 5:30. I meet her again as I fill my cup with soda in the dining hall. "Hello again." I say as cheerfully as I could. (The fired employee had taken awhile to convince to leave.) "You look beat." she said. "Yeah, it took more out of me mentally than physically today. You got any aspirin?" she told me she did, but that it's in her purse back in the office. When she returns, I ask for a few of the little white pills that would soon take away the nasty headache that I am experiencing. Susan asked if I will be alright. I said "Yes, in about 45 minutes." She said that she had to get back to the office and turned to go. I stopped her by asking, "How about a movie tonight? I've got my own TV-VCR and movie collection." She paused for a moment then said, "Can you bring it to my place? I'm in dorm 304." I said "I could."

"It's a date then. I'll bring the beer." she said as she walked away.

That evening, after showering, I pick out a couple of movies and carry them and my TV-VCR over to Susan's dorm room. Susan is not there when I first arrive, so I decide to go to the dining hall to pick up some microwave popcorn. As I approach her room the second time, I notice that the curtains are drawn. I knock tentatively and she answers with, "Just a moment, I'm getting dressed." and I wait until she opens the door. Wearing a pair of snug blue jeans that excellently displays her ass, plaid shirt with a t-shirt underneath that shows off her DD's, she looks pleasant as I asked, "Popcorn?"

"Sure. You can set things up on the desk there." she says. As I set up the unit, she talks about how her day went. I ask her if it may be a little hot to be wearing two shirts. "A little." she said. And she decides to take off the plaid shirt.

When I finish setting up the TV, I ask if there is anything else that we might need for the evening. "Nothing I can think of." she said. There isn't that much in the way of furniture in the too small rooms that we are given, so I opt for scooting the chair over next to the bed so I don't seem to forward. About half way through the first movie, Susan tells me that if I am uncomfortable, I can get on the bed with her. Not one to turn down an offer to lay next to a beautiful woman, I accept. As I adjust myself on the bed, I accidentally touch underneath her arm-pit, and she lets out a shriek that should have brought the security guard on duty running. "Sorry," she said "it's just that I'm extremely ticklish there." I take mental note of that for later.

When I start the second movie, a romance, things get a little bit cozier. I turn onto my left side and put my arm over her waist, snuggling against her. She in turn put her arm around me to pull me closer. I decided to make my move at this point and hint at further events. On the screen before us, the actors are in an extremely "hot" love scene. "God, I'd like to be in his shoes right now!" I comment. "You could be if you keep that up." she said, commenting on my hand which I had moved between her thighs and began to massage her there. As I look up to make another comment, she kisses me in a way that I will never forget. Passionate and long, we didn't break the kiss for a long time. When we did though, it was just long enough for me to ask, "May I make you to breakfast in the morning?" Her nod was all the assent that was needed.

I stand up first, then ask for her to stand. I take off her glasses and kiss her while unbuttoning her jeans. I reach behind her and put my hands inside her pants, grasping her buttocks for a moment before sliding the jeans down her healthy thighs. After helping her to step out of them, I hug and kiss her again, pressing her as close to me as possible. Reaching up I caress her face, and run my hands down her neck, over her breasts, and her abundant hips. Taking a hold of her shirt tail, I pull it over her head, exposing her DD's. I cup one as I hold her and kiss it gently all over, then take the nipple into my mouth sucking and flicking it with my tongue until it stands to attention. She moans aloud and says, "It's been so long since I've felt the touch of a man. I almost forgot what it was like."

"You'll never forget the way I'm going to make you feel tonight." I reply.

I then reach for the waistband of her panties and pull them down. I kiss down along her stomach and just above her patch of finely trimmed pussy hair. While on my knees, I notice that she is already wet. I inhale her scent deeply, engraving the sweet musky smell on my brain and bury my face between her thighs. She places her hands behind my head and I grab hold of her ass again and push my tongue into the folds of her already moistened pussy. Her legs bent as she moans in ecstasy, and falls to the bed. I kiss my way up her legs, stopping to kiss on the inside of her thighs. She lets out a shrill cry as I make contact with her clit once more, sucking and flicking it with my tongue. It wasn't until her fifth or sixth orgasm that I let her rest for a moment. I look at her from between her legs and say, "That's only the beginning of the passion that you will feel tonight."

"I hope so." she replies.

I stand over her for a moment staring at the expression on her face. A look like a child that has experienced their first thrilling ride on a roller coaster. I get on the bed and lay down next to her, her breathing returning to normal. I caress all over her body, mapping out every contour with my finger tips, and taking mental note of her reaction wherever I touch. Getting over her now, I gently lay myself on her, letting her adjust to my weight. Reaching down, I lift one of her legs and I sit up on my knees. I reach down with my free hand and run my finger along her slit, wetting it with her abundant juices. She takes a sharp breath every time I make contact with her sensitive love button. I smile at her, and she smiles back as I place her leg on my shoulder to free my other hand. I spread her pussy lips open with my thumb and forefinger, and ask "Are you ready for this?"

I watch the reaction on her face as I insert first one finger then another. The way she opens her mouth to breathe, the look in her eyes, the color of her skin as it blushes, and the movement of her hips as I move my fingers inside her. With my first two fingers deep within her, I use my thumb to massage her clit. I bend down and kiss her, and she says "When are you going to make love to me?" In response to her question I tell her, " I thought I was." Then she returns my kiss like it is the most precious thing that I have given her yet. Her breathing becomes more rapid now, signaling her impending orgasm. I move my fingers faster in response, but I don't want her to cum like this. I raise up and slow my pace, removing my fingers from her tight orifice. She whimpers at this, but I quiet her by placing my cock at the entrance to her pussy and push forward. I work my way into her slowly, enjoying the reaction from her and the tightness of her inner self. It's like putting on a pair of almost too small gloves, not so tight as to cut off circulation but snug enough so you can feel every inch of material.

I gasp at the grip of her pussy, as if someone had taken a hold of me unexpectedly. Her copious fluids easing my penetration. She reaches up and puts her arms around my neck to pull me closer to her and runs one hand down my back to my ass. Grabbing a hold, she then pulls me toward her, impaling me completely inside her. "I didn't realize that you were so big!" she exclaimed. I pause for a moment to let her get used to my size. I slowly pull back, savoring the sensation of being in such a loving grip. Her hips follow my movements, as if to keep me fully inside. "Fuck me David. Fuck me HARD!!" she begs. I comply, and thrust forward as hard as I dared. She cries out again as if a thousand people are touching her sensitive parts, pleasuring her all at the same time. My pace quickens at her unspoken request, thrusting mercilessly as she coats my inner thighs and the bed with her female fluids. She grabs my head and kisses me hard as she cums. Breaking the kiss, I ask her to turn over on her hands and knees. As she turns over I kiss every place that I can reach, her back, hips, neck and buttocks.

I get behind her now and I reach up to her shoulders. I bend over her and kiss her back while giving her a gentle massage. I continue the message down her back and to her hips and ass. I spread her ass cheeks apart and lick down the crack of her ass, stopping at her asshole. She reaches back and begins to play with her pussy and play with my dick as I lick her asshole, eliciting another moan from her. I go on, and I insert my tongue into her clean pink rosebud, and she gasps again as I continue to ream her. When she lets out a relaxed sigh, her ass opens up, as if to suck my face inside. I knew at that point that she was ready for what I had in mind. I lift my head from her ass and position myself behind her, pointing my still hard member at her pussy, I thrust furiously into her once more making her cum, this time more for lubrication than anything else. I pull out, and reposition my dick at the entrance to her ass. She looks back at me and says through panting breaths, "Yes David. Fuck my ass." I watch as her ass relaxes and takes me easily inside, almost as if I were meant to fuck her there. 

I almost lose my load as she uses her anal muscles to take hold of me, gripping me firmly. I take hold of her hips and begin to fuck her ass with slow and even strokes, moving faster and faster. "Oh God, YES!!" she exclaims as I pound into her hips, and my heavy balls slap against her pussy. "Cum for me baby, cum up my ass!!" She is lost in a world of passion and lust as she orgasms over and over again. I too am at the point of release as she reaches back and plays with my nut sack. As I feel her fingernails scrape across my scrotum, I grab her hips and pull her to me, my seed escaping my manhood. "I'm CUMMMMING!!" I exclaim. It seemed like I came for a good two minutes as I emptied myself into her, her sphincter relaxing and contracting as if to milk every last bit of cum from me. I drape myself across her back and hug her as my dick softens inside her. We both lay down now, our bodies drenched in sweat, and hold each other. I think I fell asleep first, because the next thing I knew it was morning.

I was still holding her in the early morning, her head resting on my shoulder. I kiss her forehead gently as she opens her eyes. "Good morning." I say, as she kisses me passionately. "Let's go get breakfast." she says while yawning. "You stay here and rest. I'll be right back." I tell her. "I know the cook this morning. Breakfast is coming to you."