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An Autumn Encounter

By: Rediger



Chapter 1

Mike looked around his brand new luxury condo and cringed at the disorganized mess left by the movers. It was a strange feeling being alone in a new place after 25 years of marriage, but it was definitely a step up from the dingy apartment he had been living in since he moved here six months ago. 

Mike Williams was a moderately successful business executive in his late 40s. He was generally a cheerful, easy going guy with a good sense of humor, equally comfortable in the board room or the mail room. His colleagues at the office called him 'steady', mostly because of the way he worked hard and consistently produced results. He was pleasant looking, about 5'10" and 170 pounds with brown eyes and light, reddish-brown hair that was thinning a bit.

Mike had been faithfully married to the same woman since college. At first they were quite passionate for each other, but over time a solid, comfortable relationship displaced that early ardor. Both he and his wife worked, and their developing careers consumed a great deal of their energy. As a result, they never got around to starting a family and that lack of children contributed greatly to their eventual breakup. As the years passed they both realized that although they were still comfortable with each other, being married no longer made any sense. After an amicable divorce, Mike had decided to move back east to the home office and start over. It turned out to be a great move because he was soon promoted.

Since the divorce, Mike hadn't thought much about dating. He had been too busy getting settled in his new job and finding a place to live. Recently his friends had fixed him up a couple times, and although nothing had clicked, he had begun to realize that he wanted someone else in his life. He and his wife had always had a plentiful although somewhat unimaginative sex life, and after 6 months of single living Mike was beginning to feel that need again. But he was out of practice and the thought of asking a woman for a date still made him very nervous.

Mike began to rummage through the boxes looking for the coffee pot. It already felt like it was going to be a long day, and he knew he was going to need a good, strong cup of coffee to get him moving. He had just found the box labeled 'Kitchen Stuff' when his doorbell rang. 

There was an installer scheduled to hook up his high-speed Internet service today, but that was supposed to happen in the afternoon. "Those people never show up when you expect them" Mike thought to himself. He pulled the 'Mr. Coffee' from the box, set it on the counter and waded through the sea of boxes. When he opened the door, he was pleasantly surprised to find a very attractive woman holding a basket.

Stylish clothes hugged her soft curves suggestively outlining what appeared to be ample sized breasts, shapely legs, and a firm, heart shaped ass. Her dark auburn hair fell in waves loosely around a classic face, with smooth skin, high cheek bones and an elegant nose. But it was her bright hazel eyes and broad, friendly smile that riveted Mike's attention. 

"Hi, I'm 36C." She said cheerily.

Mike blinked and said "You certainly are!"

She giggled, "Oh, you are just being silly. You know, building 3, apartment 6C. Just across the way…"

"Yes, of course. And I am 36A." Mike said.

She laughed, "That's right."

Mike froze for a moment, then clumsily blurted out, "Please excuse my manners. My name is Mike Williams." He held out his hand.

She took his hand and shook it, "Anastasia Parker. Please, call me Stacy. I saw you moving in this morning and thought I should welcome you to the building."

"Thank you Stacy. Would you like to come in?" He asked nervously.

Stacy stepped inside the door and said, "OK, but I can only stay a minute." She glanced around at the mess and said, "It doesn't look too bad. At least most of it is in boxes. You should have seen my place when I moved in."

"Well, thanks…most of it is new. I am sort of starting over." 

"You said 'I'… So, you live alone?" Stacy seemed to like getting right to the heart of things.

Mike admitted a little reluctantly, "Yes, I am divorced."

"I am so sorry to hear that. I know how you feel. I am divorced too." Stacy said quietly. Then she brightened, "Well, enough of that depressing stuff. If you are anything like me, you probably don't have a thing in the fridge, so please take this." 

She handed him the basket. Mike peeked under the linen napkin that and saw two ham and cheese sandwiches, some chips, a thermos, sugar packets, a container of potato salad, and a bottle of wine. With a wide, toothy smile he said "This looks fantastic. How can I ever thank you?" 

Stacy just shrugged, "Don't give it another thought!" 

"What about the basket?" He could see it was an expensive one.

Stacy laughed curiously, "Don't worry about it. I am sure you'll be seeing a lot more of me." Then she looked at her watch and said, "Uh oh, I'm late." Mike opened the door for her and she smiled. "Don't be a stranger, Mike!" With a wink, she turned and walked down the hall to her apartment.

He admired her nicely shaped ass as he watched her walk down the hall to her place, thinking to himself, "What a nice lady. Things are definitely looking up!"

Anastasia Parker was a smart, confident, and independent woman. Until two years ago she had been married to a highly successful attorney. They hadn't exactly been rich, but they had lived very well. They met when she was right out of college and working as a temp in his firm. He was 12 years older than her and it was no secret he married her for her looks and her ability in bed. For twenty years she had been the perfect country club wife, always looking good as she raised 2 children, kept the house, did volunteer work, etc. 

Suddenly, right after Stacy turned 40, she discovered that her husband was having an affair with his secretary. She knew she should have seen it coming. The girl was young, sexy, and aggressive; all the things she had been at that age. She tolerated it until her kids were in college and then she moved out, hired a good attorney, and quickly got a cash settlement. With the help of a good friend, Stacy invested wisely and knew her basic needs would be covered for the rest of her life.

Beneath the surface Stacy wasn't exactly the "nice lady" that Mike thought she was. In fact she was far from it. She had discovered at an early age that she was one of those females that seemed to attract men and she quickly learned how to use that power to her advantage. She took great pleasure in wearing provocative clothing and showing off her body, relishing the immoral looks she got from men. Even in high school she had enjoyed the thrill she got from making the boys drool. Now, just the idea of anyone watching her or lusting after her excited Stacy immeasurably. 

While they were married, Stacy's husband had actually cultivated her little fetish. He would often buy her sexy outfits just so he could show her off like a trophy at parties and other social gatherings. He found it powerfully exciting to watch other men lusting after her. They would always rush home and have incredibly hot sex after those events and together they learned many ways to please each other. 

Stacy smiled as she walked back to her apartment, allowing her hips to sway provocatively, knowing Mike was watching her firm ass. She thought, "Hmmm, there is something about him I really like." She could tell by his clothes and furniture that Mike was clearly successful. But he was also polite, respectful, charming, and exuded a calm, self confidence that she found hard to resist. "I definitely want to get to know him better", she thought. She was sure it wouldn't be long before he asked her out on a date.

Mike spent the rest of the week getting the apartment into shape and he ran into Stacy a number of times around the complex. She was bubbly and friendly and always seemed to have time to chat about anything and everything. More impressive was they way she dressed. She seemed to have an endless number of spectacular outfits and every time he saw her she looked even sexier. Mike quickly realized that he enjoyed her company quite a bit.

One evening Mike sat down to survey his new surroundings. There were three buildings in the complex arranged around an enclosed parking garage. Each building was shaped like a wide 'W', eight stories high, with one bedroom, two bedroom, and three bedroom units on each floor. Mike's balcony was directly across from Stacy's balcony on the interior of one side of the 'W'.

Mike's unit was an 'A' unit, which is to say it was a one bedroom model. He could easily afford a larger place, but he didn't want to deal with the upkeep. There was a large combination living/dining area, a full kitchen, small breakfast bar, a largish bathroom with both a shower and a whirlpool tub, and a good sized bedroom. Both the living room and the bedroom had sliding glass doors that opened onto the long but somewhat narrow balcony.

Stacy's two bedroom 'C' unit was essentially the same as Mike's 'A' unit, except that it had an extra bedroom and bathroom tucked down a hall on the other side of the kitchen.

The next morning Mike headed out to do some shopping. There were still a lot of things he needed in order to make his place more comfortable. As he waited for the elevator, he heard Stacy's voice.

"Hello Mike. Have you finished unpacking yet?" 

Surprised, Mike answered up, "Hi Stacy! Yes I have and thanks for asking." 

She looked absolutely scrumptious, dressed in a form fitting, low cut, white sweater and matching designer slacks. Her hair and makeup were done to perfection and the expensive looking outfit accentuated her bust and soft, feminine curves. One thing was for sure, Stacy definitely knew what looked good on her.

Politely he asked "Uh, where are you off to today?"

She flashed him a big smile, "Oh, I work at Bloomingdales downtown."

"Ah, that explains your excellent taste in clothes." 

Stacy beamed, "Thank You! That is so nice of you to say."

As the elevator started down, Mike said, "I really need to buy a couple new suits. Do they have a good selection for men?"

"Of course, we have all the best brands. I'd love to help you pick out just the right ones. Just come by the store whenever you want and ask anyone to find me."

When the doors opened in the lobby, Stacy paused, giving Mike a moment to make the next move. When he didn't say anything she said, "Well… See you soon" and walked off before he could say another word.

As Mike drove to the store, he thought pleasantly about Stacy. She was definitely mature, but he could only guess at her age. Probably in her 30's he thought. She was certainly a classy lady and very good-looking, but she also had an alluring, sensual quality that was hard to pin down. Her mature personality and self confidence made her easy to talk to and her polished looks made her impossible to ignore. She was definitely out of his league, he decided.

Stacy was a bit surprised as she walked to her car. It had been more than a week since they had met, and he still hadn't asked her out. She knew she looked good in this outfit, but Mike had seemed only mildly interested. And her offer to help him pick out some suits was a clear signal that he either missed or ignored. "Well, it doesn't matter" she thought. "Sooner or later I'll break him down!" She was used to getting what she wanted and she was determined to find a way to get him to ask her out.

Stacy didn't understand why it bothered her so much. Mike definitely wasn't the kind of guy she usually dated. Since her divorce, she had tended to stick to the country club crowd that she was familiar with although lately they all seemed to have become self absorbed jerks. The thing she hated most about being divorced was the way men treated her. As soon as they found out she was divorced, they assumed she was easy. Stacy might be a flirt, but she definitely was not easy.

It was about 7PM when Mike got back home. He changed into his gym shorts and a tee shirt and then sat down to eat and watch some TV. After a while he got up to throw the dirty dishes in the sink and get another beer. As he passed the balcony door, he stopped and glanced over at Stacy's place and saw her lights come on.

Mike was curious to see if she had a boyfriend or maybe a roommate so he walked over to his balcony door to get a better look. He saw Stacy go into the kitchen and come out a few minutes later with a glass of wine. Then she sat down and flipped through a magazine for a while. Mike sipped his beer and waited to see if anyone else showed up.

Stacy could see Mike standing, silhouetted in his door way, clearly looking across at her side of the building. She was still a little annoyed that he hadn't asked her out, even though she suspected he was interested. He didn't impress her as the "shy type" so maybe she just needed to give him another hint. As she sat sipping her wine, a deliciously naughty thought crept into her mind. Why not show Mike what he was missing? 

With a long gulp, Stacy finished her wine and put away the magazine. Then she turned out the lights and walked into her bedroom. She already knew the shades were drawn wide open and the large sliding glass door would present for an excellent view. She had a full length dressing mirror that was directly across from the door and she knew it would provide a perfect place to put on a little show. 

For a moment Stacy just stood in front of the mirror fiddling with her hair. It was one thing to show a little skin or wiggle her ass to get attention, but she had never done anything as bold or as slutty as she was now thinking of doing. She could already feel herself becoming aroused as she pulled off her sweater and tossed it aside. With an excited little giggle she slid off her slacks and tossed them aside as well. 

"Oh My God!" thought Mike as he saw her pull off her sweater. He quickly rushed across the room and fumbled around in some still unpacked boxes until he found his binoculars, then rushed back and looked across at her place. As he focused the powerful lenses he saw her clearly, standing in front of her mirror wearing only a low cut, lacy bra and matching thong panties.

Stacy smiled as she examined herself in the mirror, proud of the way the slinky lingerie looked on her curvaceous 34C-22-34 figure. Standing just over 5'4" and still weighing only 105 firmly toned pounds; she knew she looked much younger than her 40 plus years. She turned around and looked over her shoulder to check out her still sexy butt, and firm, muscular thighs and calves. 

"It's now or never" Stacy thought a moment later. Knowing she was on display was powerfully exciting, and she was becoming more turned on by the second. Her hands were actually trembling as she slipped the straps of her bra over her shoulders and took it off. An instant later she took a deep breath and then turned back towards the mirror and slipped off her panties, exposing her beautiful, round ass.

Stacy ran her hands slowly over her hips to her flat tummy, and then up to her breasts. She cupped one in each hand, noting that they still felt firm, although not as firm as before she had the children. Stacy had always thought they were her best feature, full and rounded, fleshy teardrops with rose colored areolas and nipples that stuck out a good half inch when she got excited. 

Mike gasped as he watched her through the field glasses, amazed as Stacy slowly stripped off her clothes and looked at herself in the mirror. He thought to himself, "She definitely has a hot body to go with that pretty face." When she began slide her hands over her naked skin, his hands began to sweat and he felt his penis stir.

The sensation was electric as Stacy began to gently massage her breasts. When her fingertips found her already erect nipples and pinched them gently, a whimpering moan escaped her lips. She felt her pussy lips swelling and growing wetter as a wave of heat coursed through her excited loins. She hadn't expected to get this excited and she definitely hadn't planned what was about to happen.

Suddenly, Stacy's legs started to buckle and she had to sit down. She started to turn out the light, but the thought of someone watching her was just too powerful to resist. Instead she swiveled in her dressing chair until she was facing the large glass door. Leaning back, she spread her legs and allowed her hand to drift down across her belly and between her legs. An intense wave of pure pleasure washed over her as she touched her clit and began to move her fingers slowly.

Mike thought about turning away when he realized that Stacy was masturbating. He knew it was wrong to keep watching, but it was also incredibly exciting. She was so beautiful that he just couldn't look away. Soon, he was so turned on that he slid his hand into his shorts and began to lightly stroke his cock. 

Stacy spent the next 10 minutes running her fingers over her pussy, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, occasionally pausing to suck her own juices off her fingers. Closing her eyes for a moment, she fantasized about what Mike was doing across the way. She imagined him taking out his erect penis, and stroking it as he watched her undress. In her mind she saw the tip glistening with precum as his hand moved slowly up and down the stiff shaft. She could practically taste the salty fluid as she imagined herself kneeling in front of him, taking the fat, round head into her mouth.

The image was so powerful and so real that Stacy felt an incredible surge of sexual energy flow through her body. She began to play with her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples and rubbing her breasts with both hands. With a loud moan, she leaned her head forward and lifted a breast to her mouth. She slipped her other hand back to her pussy and began to masturbate frantically.

Mike couldn't believe what he was seeing. Stacy was moving from one breast to the other, tonguing and sucking her own nipples. At the same time her fingers were plunging into her wet pussy and rubbing furiously across her clit. She went on like that for another 5 or 6 minutes and then he saw her legs snap together as she arched her back and thrashed her head from side to side. 

Stacy just sat there breathing hard with her eyes closed for a minute. After that, she got up and walked out of sight. Mike's cock was rock hard and throbbing painfully as he ran into the bathroom and began to jerk off. He closed his eyes and could still see Stacy's naked form masturbating. It only took about thirty seconds before he exploded, shooting a long rope of cum all over the bathroom floor.

Later as Stacy lay in bed, she began to fantasize about Mike stroking his hard cock while he watched her. She soon felt herself becoming aroused again, and quickly stroked herself to another earth shattering orgasm as she imagined Mike shooting a big load of cum all over her tits. As she eventually drifted off to sleep, she hoped Mike was having as much trouble sleeping as she was.

Mike tossed and turned all night and awoke with a raging hard on. He masturbated in the shower, imagining Stacy's naked body pressed against his as he took her from behind. He exploded again, coating the shower stall with spurt after spurt of creamy, white spunk. It took a good 10 minutes before he regained enough energy to leave the shower.

As he ate breakfast a little while later, Mike saw Stacy outside on her balcony watering her plants. He quickly realized that this was the chance he had been waiting for and he grabbed her basket and walked down the hall to her apartment. He rang the bell and she opened the door a few seconds later.

"Hi Stacy. I thought I would return your basket." 

She smiled cheerfully, "Thanks Mike. But there was no rush. "


An Autumn Encounter Ch. 02



Mike hurried out of the building, mentally checking off the things he still needed to do before he got home. He had been unable to work all day, distracted by the anticipation of his upcoming date with his neighbor Stacy. She was beautiful, smart, charming, and sexy as any woman he had ever met, and Mike couldn't wait to be alone with her. 

But Mike was also nervous and unsure how things would go. Even though Stacy had suggested dinner at her place, he couldn't quite believe she was interested in him as more than a friend. He suspected that she was just being polite because they were neighbors. None the less, he still wanted to get to know her better. Hopefully she felt the same way about him.

Despite his nervousness Mike was determined to make a great impression. He stopped at a flower shop and picked up a small bouquet of yellow roses, which hoped she would like. Then he stopped at a liquor store. He didn't know what was on the menu so he carefully chose two bottles of Merlot. It was already 7PM by the time he walked in the door to his apartment. 

He showered, shaved, and then chose a dark, blue blazer to wear over a plain, blue dress shirt and khaki slacks. After a quick check of the time, he swiftly buffed his shoes and then gathered up the wine and flowers and walked down the hall to Stacy's place. 

Mike had only dated a couple times since his divorce and he felt as jumpy as a teen when he rang the bell. He stood there restlessly tapping his foot, wondering what was taking so long and quickly became worried that he maybe he had the wrong day. By the time Stacy answered the door he was a nervous wreck. When he saw that she was wearing a bathrobe and slippers he was crestfallen.

"I'm sorry. Am I early? If so, I can come back later…" Mike apologized.

Stacy just smiled broadly and motioned him to come in. "Don't be silly. You are right on time Mike. Please come in. Are those flowers for me?"

Mike stuttered, "Uh...Yy-yes!" 

"Let me put these in some water and then I'll be right back", she called over her shoulder as she walked into the kitchen. "Just put the wine on the counter."

Stacy thought to herself, "How romantic! He really is sweet in an old fashioned kind of way!" She appreciated the fact that Mike had chosen to dress nicely for dinner and roses were completely unexpected. None of the guys she had dated since her divorce had thought to bring her flowers. She put the flowers in a vase and placed them on the counter smiling at Mike as she adjusted the arrangement. Then she walked over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Yellow roses are my favorite. How did you know?" 

Mike just shrugged, and then said "I like your place. It fit's you."

Mike already knew what her placed looked like, at least what he could see through the window. But now that he was inside he could see much more detail.

Stacy's large living/dining room was divided into three areas by open spaces. In one area she had arranged her sofa and love seat diagonally so one had an unobstructed view out over the balcony. In another area, closer to the kitchen she had placed a large dining table with chairs. There were bookshelves and small tables located throughout the spaces.

The remaining space was outfitted as a mini-gym, complete with a Bowflex, treadmill, elliptical trainer, and a couple of machines Mike didn't recognize. There were mirrors all along one wall making the exercise space look bigger than it really was. There was also a poster sized picture of Stacy in a skimpy, white bikini on the wall. He stared at it, and then looked back at her grinning.

"My motivation", Stacy said proudly. "That picture was taken about 15 years ago and my goal is to look as good as that again."

Mike gulped, and said "I think you look fine just the way you are."

Stacy smiled and purred, "You are so sweet. I could just eat you up." To herself she thought, "And I mean every word!"

They walked back out to the living room and she placed a tray with a wine opener and two glasses on the coffee table. Then she said, "Why don't you open the wine and I'll be right back." 

Mike opened the wine and then nervously wandered about the living room checking out her books and pictures. Suddenly, he noticed a reflection moving in the mirrored wall. Curious, he moved slightly closer and to his right and instantly realized he was seeing Stacy moving around in her bedroom. Mike froze and watched as she opened her robe and tossed it on the bed, and then walked to her closet, naked from head to toe!

Stacy fidgeted and stalled until she saw Mike's reflection clearly in the mirror. Then she took off her robe and started to dress herself. She had deliberately waited until he arrived just so she could tease him with another little peep show. She barely suppressed a little giggle when she felt the familiar tingle starting between her legs.

Mike couldn't look away as Stacy took a dress out of the closet and then laid it on the bed. Then she picked up a sexy, black lace thong and slipped into it, wiggling her hips from side to side. When she picked up her dress and began to slide into it, he moved away and sat on the couch. He had watched his ex-wife dress thousands of times, but never had it seemed so sensual or erotic.

A couple minutes later Stacy walked into the room and struck a pose. "Ta da!" She declared. "How do you like me now?"

Mike's jaw dropped. Stacy was wearing a black, halter top cocktail dress that was mid-thigh length at best, and silver sandals with at least 3" spike heels. The dress hugged her fine figure, highlighting every curve and accentuating her generous cleavage. 

"Stacy, you are absolutely gorgeous!" Mike exclaimed.

"Why thank you sir. Now let's have a drink!"

Mike poured the wine and handed her a glass and then toasted "To get the full value of joy, you must have someone to divide it with…"

"That's lovely Mike!"

"Its part of something Mark Twain said."

"It's still perfect!" Stacy thought, "Wow! He is surprisingly charming."

Mike sat on the couch and Stacy sat on the love seat facing him. Her eyes sparkled like cut glass and the deep vee front of her dress barely covered the swell of her full breasts. When she crossed her legs her dress slid up and she made no move to tug it back down. His mind wandered and suddenly he was imagining her naked.

Pulling himself back into the present, Mike broke the ice and said, "So Stacy, how long have you worked at Bloomingdales?"

"Oh, just since my divorce."

"Do you like working there?"

"Oh yes, very much. I have always liked clothes and fashion, and now I get to indulge myself."

"How did you pick this place?" Mike asked.

"One of my friends is married to one of the developers. She suggested I take a look and I fell in love with the place."

"How do you like living alone?"

Stacy paused for a moment, "I like having my own space. But I miss having my family around… except for my asshole ex-husband that is."

"Uh… Sounds like you had a rough time. What happened with him, if you don't mind my asking?"

Stacy looked at him over the rim of her glass and then said, "You have the nicest way of asking difficult questions. You don't really want to hear about all that do you?"

Mike smiled and said "Sure, if it doesn't make you uncomfortable."

Stacy shrugged and replied, "Well; I got married when I was 22, to a man 12 years older than me. I met him when I took a temp job replacing his secretary for the summer. I was looking for stability, and he was looking for someone young and pretty. For 20 years, things were fine. I ran the house and gave him 2 beautiful children, who are in college now. I thought we had a picture perfect life."

As Mike digested what she said he realized she was older than he thought, closer to his age. He was suddenly feeling much more comfortable when he asked her, "Then what happened?"

Stacy looked down into her lap and said, "Well… I guess I should have realized that he had a thing for younger women when he married me. As soon as I turned 40, he told me he wanted a divorce. I found out later that he was having an affair with a woman in her 20's."

Mike snorted, "He really must be an asshole to let a beautiful, sexy woman like you get away." 

Stacy was touched by the sincerity of his reaction. "That's very sweet of you to say." 

After that, they sipped their wine for a while and made more small talk. Mike was just beginning to relax again when unexpectedly Stacy said "Oh, I see your glass is empty. Let me refill that for you." 

Stacy leaned over and refilled both of their glasses, her breasts jiggling loosely in the halter top. When she sat back again Mike noticed that her nipples were erect and practically bursting through the thin material of her dress. He gulped and took a long, slow drink from his glass, forcing his gaze back to her face.

He desperately wanted to ask if she was dating anyone, but he couldn't figure out how to broach the subject.

Stacy solved his problem for him by asking, "Enough about me. Tell me a little about yourself. What do you do for a living, Mike?"

"Uh, I'm an executive at a technology consulting company…"

"Hmmm, an executive… I am impressed. So you give advice to other companies?" 

"Sometimes, but mostly we write business software for them. That is why I moved here, to take this job." 

Stacy already knew he was divorced, "So, do you have any kids?"

"Nope. I feel like that was one of the reasons my wife and I broke up up.", Mike answered nervously.

She smiled, "That's really too bad. You are such a nice guy. I bet you would make a great father."

"Well, maybe someday…" he finished.

"Are you seeing anyone?" Stacy asked like it was the most natural question in the world.

"Well…" Mike stammered. "No. I have only had two dates since my divorce. There aren't a lot of opportunities out there for a man my age." 

Stacy laughed, "Well, they don't know what they are missing."

He realized she had given him an opening. "What about you? Are you seeing anyone?"

"No, not at the moment" Stacy said looking right into his eyes.

"That's surprising. I would expect an attractive lady like yourself could have your pick of guys."

Stacy blushed, "Well, maybe when I was younger."

Mike laughed, "Listen to us. We sound like a couple old folks ready to move to Florida!"

Stacy laughed at the joke then said, "I need to check on dinner. Would you excuse me for a moment?" 

Mike stood and said, "Please, take your time."

Stacy walked into the kitchen, put on her apron, and busied herself pulling dinner from the oven. As she worked, she found herself considering Mike. "He really IS sweet. I wonder what he is like in bed…" She called out "Please help your self to some more wine if you like. It will be just another minute." 

Mike refilled both their glasses, emptying the first bottle bottle, and then thought to himself, "What a woman!" He couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to her. Usually by now he would have been a stuttering idiot or have embarrassed himself in some other way. He hadn't felt this excited about a woman for a very long time.

Stacy returned a couple minutes later and said "Dinner is ready. Please have a seat."

Mike grabbed their wine glasses and then called out "Can I help you with anything?"

Stacy stuck her head around the corner and laughed, "Don't be silly. I have everything under control."

Stacy walked in and placed a roast chicken on the table and headed back to the kitchen. She returned only a moment later and placed a large bowl of vegetables and a plate of bread on the table. Everything was hot and steaming, and the aroma was mouth watering.

Mike waited until Stacy had everything on the table, and then held her chair as she sat down. He couldn't help sneaking another peek down the front of her dress and he felt his penis throb and start to rise again when he saw her creamy white breasts and rosy nipples. He quickly slid into his own chair, hiding his problem with his napkin.

Stacy carefully sliced the chicken and placed a portion on his plate, then handed Mike the vegetables. He waited as she prepared her own plate then they both began eating. Mike said "Mmmm... this is superb; Stacy, you really are a great cook."

Stacy beamed, "Thank you. It is my own special recipe for Herb Roasted Chicken. Some of the herbs I grow out on the balcony. Everything is made from scratch, even the bread. Please have a piece."

Mike tried the bread. It was hot and fresh and it melted in his mouth. "It's wonderful!" he laughed.

As they slowly ate and drank and talked some more, Mike began to realize just how intelligent, well informed, and charming Stacy was. She was an extraordinary woman; unlike any he had ever known, seemingly fluent in any topic and just as comfortable asserting an opinion as she was asking topical questions. She didn't shy away from sensitive subjects, and didn't seem put off if Mike didn't always agree with her.

Stacy was definitely impressed with Mike. She had expected him to be interesting, but there was a lot more to him than that. He was intelligent, educated, sensitive, and surprisingly funny. But even more unexpected was the respectful way he acted towards her. She could see that he was definitely attracted to her, and judging by the warm glow she felt building between her legs, she was attracted to him as well. 

They were well into the second bottle of wine when Mike pushed back his plate and said "Thank you for a great meal, Stacy. You can cook for me anytime." 

"I'm glad you liked it Mike. I really enjoyed cooking for you." She said, smiling.

Stacy stood and began to clear the table, and Mike jumped up to help her. She smiled, and said "Thanks Mike. You are such a gentleman."

"It's the least I can do. How else can I repay your for such a great meal?"

Stacy softly chuckled and then gave him a fleeting wink. "Oh, I am sure I will think of something."

Mike gathered up his empty plate and a few other items and they walked into the kitchen together. He left the dishes in the sink and went back and got the rest of the things from the table. Then he helped her rinse and put everything in the dishwasher before he went back to the sofa to sit down. 

As Stacy finished in the kitchen, she thought of another way to tease him. She grabbed a sponge and walked back to the table. Mike was thumbing idly through a magazine as she started wiping down the table. Her back was to him and when she felt him looking, she reached across table. She could feel her dress ride up and she knew Mike could see her tiny, black thong wedged between the milky, white globes of her ass. 

As she walked back to the kitchen, Stacy saw that Mike was desperately trying to hide an obvious tent in the front of his pants. She wasn't surprised at the effect she was having on him, after all, it was exactly what she was trying to do. 

By the time Stacy finished cleaning up and sat beside Mike on the couch, she knew she was going to fuck him, and he was going to be in for the ride of his life. She took another sip of her wine then slid her tongue slowly across her lips to capture a few stray drops of the red liquid. She knew there was no way he could miss the suggestive gesture.

Mike was more turned on then he had ever been in his life, and he could sense that Stacy was as well. When she sat beside him on the couch it was all he could do to keep himself from grabbing her and kissing her. He wanted make love to Stacy more than any woman he had even known. Her presence was intoxicating, her every move sensual and erotic. Maybe it was the wine, but he decided to go for broke and said, "Stacy, you are the most beautiful, sexy woman I have ever met, and I don't want this evening to end." 

Stacy looked back at him, her eyes smoldering with lust and said, "I don't want it to end either." 

Not knowing what else to do, Mike leaned over and kissed her lightly. Stacy kissed him back warmly, inviting, her lips parted slightly, her tongue dancing in and out and teasing his. She stunned him when she uncrossed her legs and slowly pulled his hand along her soft thigh and under her dress until it pressed against her pussy. The heat between her thighs was surprising and her panties were already wet. 

Mike stifled a groan and kissed her more forcefully, sliding his fingers up and down across her slippery, wet underwear. Stacy stopped him after only a few seconds and panted, "This way" and led him into her bedroom.

They were barely inside the door when Mike pulled Stacy into an embrace and kissed her again, this time deeply and powerfully. She responded instantly, her tongue probing the inside of his mouth and her hand sliding lightly up and down the front of his slacks. For several minutes they kissed passionately, their hands rapidly exploring each other. When Mike slid his hands up her back intending to unhook her dress, Stacy quickly stopped him with a hand in his chest and pushed him back against the wall.

"Watch me" Stacy whispered, her voice throaty and seductive. 

Staring straight into his eyes, Stacy began to gyrate her body erotically, running her hands over her breasts, then down over her hips, and then slowly back up between her legs. She turned her back to him, hips swaying suggestively as she inched closer and closer. Then she bent over, showing Mike her beautiful ass and running her fingers over her sopping panties as her head thrashed from side to side. When she slowly rose and looked over her shoulder, she had her fingers in her mouth, tasting her own juices. Stacy was really enjoying her little tease and by the time she unhooked the halter and allowed the dress to drop to the floor, her pussy was gushing.

As Stacy danced closer to Mike, he discovered he could smell her scent; a powerfully exciting mixture of perfume and her natural female aroma. He was just about to reach out and pull her to him again when Stacy crossed her arms over her chest and slowly turned to face him. She gradually bared her breasts, running her hands over them and closing her eyes with a look of ecstasy. Mike just stared at them, taken aback by how perfect they looked. Medium sized and nicely rounded, with nipples standing up like little pencil erasers, just waiting to be licked and sucked and caressed. 

"My God, Stacy you are so beautiful!" Mike whispered hoarsely.

Stacy moved forward and into Mike's arms again, kissing him fervently as her hands slid down to his crotch and rubbed his now fully erect penis. He groaned loudly and pressed his hips forward, grinding his swollen member against her soft hand. Then he lowered his mouth from her lips to her breasts and began to lick and suckle at the soft, creamy flesh and swollen, pink nipples. 

Stacy moaned loudly and her hand came up to gently hold and rub the back of his head. As he sucked a hard nipple into his mouth, biting it gently, she moaned again, this time louder and higher in pitch. Urged on by her whimpering, he began to suck harder until her hand gently moved him to her other breast, begging him to suck and lick that one as he had the other.

Mike suddenly realized that he was still fully clothed, while Stacy was almost fully nude. She had an incredible body; a woman's body; soft, feminine, curvy, and sexually enticing. He desperately wanted to feel the closeness of their bodies pressed together, his skin against hers, his cock inside her pussy. He reluctantly broke away from her and started to undress. 

"Let me help you" was all Stacy said, her voice husky and seductive as she tossed his jacket aside.

Slowly Stacy began to undo each button of Mike's shirt, placing little, wet kisses all the way down his chest as she did so. When all the buttons were free, she threw his shirt aside and knelt in front of him to help him remove his loafers and socks. Then Mike watched in awe as Stacy slowly unbuckled his belt, opened his pants and slid them down to his ankles. She waited patiently, sitting on her heels as he stepped out of them and tossed them aside.




An Autumn Encounter Ch. 03



Stacy drifted blissfully on the edge of awareness, replaying the prior night in her mind. She was cuddled up beside Mike, warm and cozy, her arm draped across his chest and her still naked body pressed against his. A smile crept across her lips as her eyes opened fully. "Yes" she thought, "it definitely feels good to have a man in my bed again." 

Although Stacy had been with several men in last the 2 years, Mike was the first man that she had spent an entire night with since her divorce. Unlike most of her past lovers, Mike had seemed more concerned with her pleasure than his own. He had been by far the most sensitive, passionate, and caring lover she had ever had, and the intensity of her resulting orgasm had been astonishing. 

Stacy still wasn't quite sure how it had happened so fast. She had been anxious to get to know Mike, so she suggested dinner at her place for their first date. Somehow during the evening, she had become attracted to him. Mike had a charming, almost boyish quality that she found irresistible, and she had sensed a powerful need in him. Maybe it was because they were both divorced and lonely, or maybe it was because he was such an old fashioned gentleman; it had just seemed completely natural to take him into her bed. 

Resisting an urge to wake him, Stacy rolled gently away from Mike, slipped quietly out of bed and stretched lazily. With a curious smile still plastered on her face she softly padded into the bathroom to perform her morning ritual. When she returned a few minutes later, she saw that he was still sleeping soundly. She sat down at her dressing table and thought to herself, "When he wakes up I am going to show him how much I appreciated last night!"

Mike opened his eyes and his heart stopped for an instant when saw Stacy sitting naked in her dressing chair. Even fresh out of bed she looked incredibly beautiful and intensely erotic. Her raised arms, slender and toned, gracefully pulled the comb through her dark auburn hair while her full, rounded breasts rose and fell sensually with every breath. He watched her quietly for a few moments, quickly becoming aroused by her sultry movements.

"Good morning" he whispered, almost afraid it was a dream.

Stacy turned slowly and smiled. "Good morning to you, sleepy head."

Her eyes sparkled in the muted light as they fixed on his. Her pouty lips were slightly parted, and her tongue peeked suggestively between them for a fleeting instant. Her gaze slowly left his and drifted lower, stopping when she saw the bulge between his legs. She moved back to the bed and gently pulled the sheet from him, exposing his manhood, angry and drooling in anticipation.

"I think someone wants to play some more." Stacy said, her voice dripping with sexual innuendo.

Mike smiled and joked, "I am surprised he can stand at all after last night. You were fantastic."

Stacy laughed and said, "Well, you weren't so bad yourself."

She kneeled beside the bed and slipped her soft hand around his stiff shaft. It twitched when she grasped it, as if it too was just now coming awake. For a moment she just held it, feeling it throb as the blood coursed through it. Then she moved closer again, leaning down and slowly examining it as if she wanted to learn every detail. 

Mike watched, fascinated as Stacy just stared at his cock. Somehow it seemed even harder than it had the night before. Her soft hand felt wonderful against his hot, stretched flesh, and her breath playing across the slightly damp skin sent tremors through his groin. There was no urgency in her movements, yet it was incredibly erotic, perhaps even hypnotic. 

Stacy broke the spell, giggling, and placed a single gentle kiss on the head. Then she looked at Mike and said, "Maybe we should do something about this."

He groaned in mock agony, and then asked, "What do you have in mind?"

She just smiled. "Watch" was all she said.

Mike was trembling in anticipation as Stacy slowly climbed onto the bed and slid between his legs. She wrapped her hand around his throbbing shaft and started to stroke it slowly, watching intensely as precum oozed from the tip. When she was ready, she leaned forward and slid her tongue wetly all around the head, sending chills up and down his spine. 

She moaned once, "mmmmm" and then took the whole head in her mouth. Her tongue continued to slide and slither around inside her mouth, torturing his swollen helmet. Soon she slid more of him into her mouth, adding gentle suction to the actions of her lively tongue.

Mike groaned, "Oh God Stacy, the way you touch me sets my blood on fire…"

Stacy paused, and looked up at Mike smiling. She stared intently into his eyes as she slid her tongue smoothly around the bulbous head, gently teasing him. Then she slipped her lips around him once again and began to slide her mouth up and down the length of his shaft. 

She quickly established a rhythm, stroking him with her fingers in time with her bobbing head, moaning and making wet slurping noises as she continued to swallow his stiff pole. Up and down his shaft she moved, sometimes taking him a deep into her throat, other times stopping and slobbering all over his cock, using her tongue like a soft, slippery probe, tingling all of his most sensitive nerve endings. 

"Damn" Mike thought to himself, "She is too good. I am not going to last long at this rate." He said aloud, "Slow down, honey, please…"

Stacy paused, teased him with her tongue again, then said, "Don't worry, we have all day. And besides, I am really enjoying this." 

Mike groaned loudly as she slipped him back into her mouth and started bobbing up and down on him again. Eventually he started thrusting up every time she was coming down, jamming his cock as deep into her mouth as it would go. He couldn't tell anymore whether he was fucking her mouth or her mouth was fucking his cock. 

Suddenly Stacy stopped with his cock stuffed all the way into her throat. She swallowed hard and Mike felt the muscles in her throat contract around his throbbing dick head. It was just too much to take and he croaked, "Oh fuck. I am gonna cum!"

"AAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!"

Stacy pulled Mike's cock from her mouth just as he lost control, shooting a thick strand of cum at least a foot into the air, landing on his tummy. She rapidly stroked his cock and smaller spurt erupted from the tip, flying even higher and landing in her hair. Mike kept moaning and cumming as her hand squeezed and stroked his spewing hose, drawing a series of smaller spurts out of him that coated her hand and dribbled down his shaft. 

Once he was drained of all its creamy white sperm, Mike opened his eyes and looked down his shrinking penis. Stacy giggled, and said "I think I need a shower… would you like to join me?"

Mike laughed loudly, "Would I? Just see if you can stop me!"

Stacy slid off the bed, padded into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. Mike followed her in, but paused in the doorway unsure what to do next. She wrapped herself in a large, fluffy towel, and then handed one to Mike. As he wrapped the towel around his waist, he looked around the room.

Stacy's bathroom was quite different from the plain white décor of Mike's. The walls were a pale tan color and the floor was done in tan marble as were the sinks and her large, Jacuzzi tub. Her shower stall stood in a corner, as did his, but hers was done in the same wonderful marble and had frosted glass walls and beautiful bronze fixtures. There was a comfortable looking stool placed in front of a vanity, on which was a large, lighted make up mirror. Finally, there was a large, floor to ceiling mirror that covered most of the only open wall.

"My goodness Stacy, this is luxurious," exclaimed Mike.

"Thanks! It did turn out nice…"

Stacy removed her towel, hung it on a hook, then slid open the glass door and stepped gracefully into shower, immersing herself completely in the luxurious stream of water. She looked back at Mike smiling and crooked a finger, signaling him to join her. Mike hung his towel, then stepped inside and closed the door.

Mike closed his eyes for a moment and just let the warm water cascade over his body. This was another new experience for him. In all the years he had been married, his wife and he had never once shared the shower. When he opened his eyes again, Stacy handed him the soap and a washcloth and turned her back to him. He lathered her back, and then down over the globes of her ass, noticing for the first time a colorful butterfly tattoo. He ran the washcloth down through the crack of her ass and gently over her pussy. 

Stacy sighed, "Oh my, that feels nice…mmmmm."

Mike was definitely enjoying himself. He set the soap aside and massaged Stacy's shoulders and neck for a couple of minutes, and then grabbed the soap again. He raised each of her arms over her head and soaped them from wrist to elbow to underarm, and then down her sides, lingering at the curve of her breast. Mike lathered his hands again, then slid his arms around her and began wash her front. His soapy hands lifted her breasts from below and cupped them, feeling their weight. Then he rubbed them slowly, deliberately pinching her nipples between his slippery fingers. His body was pressed against hers, his half erect penis rubbing against her soapy ass.

"Mmmmm," Stacy moaned, and pulled Mike's hand lower until he was gently rubbing her pussy. He allowed the water to rinse his hand clean, and then slipped his fingers over her clit and between her pussy lips. He could feel her excitement as he stroked her.

Stacy gasped and moaned loudly, "Hmmmm, oooOOOHH, YESSSSS!" 

Stacy was biting her lip and rubbing her hands over her still soapy tits as she ground her slippery ass against Mike's slowly stiffening cock. He slowly increased the tempo of his fingers and she soon began to whimper and moan, thinking "This is great, but I want his hard cock inside me." Stacy knew that since he had already cum once, he would likely last much longer, and she really needed to be fucked hard and long. 

Suddenly she pushed his hand away and said breathily "Let me do you." 

They both turned around and Stacy began to soap Mike's back and shoulders, massaging him as he had done her. She reached around him and lathered his chest, gently toying with his little man nips and kissing his neck; enjoying the feeling of her erect nipples and full breasts rubbing against his soapy back. Then she moved her hands lower, lathering his abs and hips, coming mischievously close to his ever hardening prick. Finally she turned him around to face her and began gently washing his penis and balls. 

Within seconds, Mike's cock was fully erect again. He pulled Stacy into an embrace and kissed her passionately, grinding his hard prick against her slippery skin. She responded, and continued to stroke his cock with her soapy hand. After about a minute, Mike pushed her back and said "I am going to fuck you right here."

They quickly rinsed off and Stacy bent over, supporting herself with her arms on the shower bench. She groaned with delight as Mike easily entered her from behind and slid his extra hard cock deep into her hot, wet pussy. His hands grasped her shoulders for leverage as he slowly and steadily began ramming his dick in as deep as he could. 

"Oh Mike, Oh Yesss! Fuck meee. Fuck me hard. Fuck me hard!"

She gasped, and moaned as his tempo increased, using her fingers to rub her clit, increasing her pleasure and excitement. Soon she was moaning constantly, reeling with pleasure as he pounded her cunt relentlessly. Thrust after thrust penetrated her, deep and forceful, causing sensations she had never experienced. Minute after minute went by until suddenly she shuddered and then tensed up.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH, OOOOOOOOOOHHHH!" she cried out as her orgasm rocked her beautiful body.

Stacy's legs started to buckle and Mike grabbed her hips to hold her up. He continued to pound her, drawing moan after moan from her until finally with a loud groan he exploded, spewing his hot cum deep into her waiting pussy. He savored the pleasant aftershocks coursing through his body for a few moments, then pulled her up and embraced her, kissing her deeply and passionately. Stacy returned his kiss, clinging to him until her breathing returned to something like normal.

They finished their shower, laughing and playing in the water. When they climbed out and finished drying each other, Stacy asked, "Mike, will you be a dear and go make us some coffee? You will find everything you need on the counter and there should be a newspaper outside the door."

Mike quickly realized that Stacy really wanted some private time to put herself back together. "Sure thing, Stacy", he said happily. He wrapped a towel around his waist, and kissed her one last time and then headed back into the bedroom. He quickly pulled on his slacks and shirt, and then went into the kitchen to make the coffee.

Stacy sat down and started to comb out her hair. She thought to herself, "Oh my God! That was incredible!" Her body was still tingling from the rough pounding Mike had given her pussy and the massive orgasm she had experienced. She finished her hair and started on her makeup, but her constant smile kept getting in the way.

Mike was just finishing his first cup about 30 minutes later when Stacy came out of the bedroom looking absolutely scandalous in tight exercise shorts and a tank top with no bra. Her hair and makeup looked like she had spent the whole day in a salon. 

He started to get up intending to pour Stacy a cup of coffee but she waved him back, "You just stay right there while I make us some breakfast. Are pancakes and eggs OK with you?" She leaned over and kissed him full on the mouth, lingering for a moment, then went into the kitchen to cook breakfast. Mike couldn't help staring at her bouncy tits and ass as she walked away from him.

A while later she came out of the kitchen with a plate full of pancakes, and another one filled with scrambled eggs and sausages. They both dived in and ate heartily, famished from their early morning activities. They didn't talk a lot, but every time their eyes met, they smiled and giggled. 

Mike was starting to feel guilty again for spying on Stacy. She was a wonderful, giving person and he felt like a complete jerk for having invaded her privacy so blatantly. Suddenly he realized that if he wanted to keep seeing her, he had to tell her. He only hoped she would understand. Stacy was topping off his coffee when he said, "Stacy…I think I need to tell you something…"

She stopped sipping her coffee and smiled, "What is it Mike?"

He stalled, "I am not sure how to put this…"

Stacy set her cup down and said supportively, "Just tell me Mike. I am sure it can't be that bad." 

Mike took a deep breath, then said, "I have been spying on you."

Her eyes crinkled, "Huh, I don't understand. What do you mean spying on me?"

The cat was out of the bag now, so he just blurted out, "I watched you from my apartment the other night. Your curtains were open. I saw you when you undressed and when you…uh, touched yourself." 

Stacy just stared at him with a blank stare.

"Please forgive me", Mike pleaded. "I have never done anything like that before. But you are so beautiful and sexy. Once I started watching I just couldn't stop."

Stacy's gaze held him frozen for a few seconds, and then she asked angrily, "Did you masturbate while you watched me? Did your cock get hard while you watched me play with myself? Did you cum when I did?"

"Uh, uh, no…well not exactly. I did afterwards… I am so sorry…."

"You dirty fucking pervert! I'll bet you imagined me sucking you off while you beat your meat. Or maybe you pretended you were fucking my hot pussy while you jacked off." Mike was shocked and worried until he saw that Stacy was grinning from ear to ear as she berated him.

Suddenly Mike understood, "Y-Y-You knew?"

She replied smiling, "Of course I knew. I wanted you to see me."

Mike was puzzled, "But… w-why?"

Stacy explained, "I decided the day we met that I wanted to get to know you better. You seemed sweet and obviously a little lonely. Over the last couple weeks I dropped a lot of hints, but you didn't seem to notice. So I took a more direct approach. It was easy with you living right across from me."

"I don't understand…"

Stacy laughed, "Well… I have always loved to flaunt myself and innocently tease men. I get a real kick out of it. I guess some might say I am a bit of an exhibitionist."

Mike gasped, "So, you intentionally left your curtains open?"

She giggled, "Sure I did. But now I need to tell YOU something…"

Not knowing what to expect, Mike groaned and thought "Uh oh… here it comes."

Stacy continued, "As I said before, I have always loved to tease. Usually I just wear provocative outfits, or maybe tease a guy with a quick peek down my shirt. But that night something changed for me. I didn't intend to go as far as I did, but knowing you were watching made me so hot that I couldn't stop. I hoped that after that show you wouldn't be able to get me out of your mind."

Mike was relieved, "Well… It worked! I have thought about you night and day ever since!"

Stacy looked deep into his eyes and said, "It was really hot and exciting for me, and I am sure it must have been exciting for you too…"

Mike laughed. He had to admit that she was right!

Stacy giggled and opened the newspaper. "Now, what shall we do today?"

Mike smiled, realizing the question was rhetorical. He was positive that whatever she had planned was bound to be exciting!



An Autumn Encounter Ch. 04



Stacy carefully packed her 'overnight' bag, which in truth was really more like a vacation sized bag; she felt it was better to be prepared than to get caught with the wrong outfit. After a moment of deep thought, she added a fourth pair of shoes and decided she was covered.

Stacy was really excited about this trip for several reasons. Chief among them was the chance to be alone with Mike. She hadn't completely sorted out her feelings for him yet, but she knew it was much more than simple sexual attraction. One thing was clear; she hadn't felt this passionate about any man in a very long time.

Earlier in the day Stacy had asked Mike if he would like to take a drive out into the country with her. She had explained that she wanted to have dinner with some very good friends and then stay overnight at a small inn nearby. At first, Mike was a little reluctant. He was nervous about meeting her friends so soon, but he quickly warmed to the idea when she playfully whispered in his ear about the big four poster bed they would have at the inn. 

Mike tried to concentrate on packing his overnight bag but he couldn't stop thinking about Stacy. She was simply the most incredible woman he had ever met; beautiful, smart, uninhibited, and full of surprises. In one short night she had turned him into a voyeur with a contrived little peep show. It had convinced him to ask her out, and they had shared the most incredible sexual experiences of his life. He knew that it was too soon to think about getting serious, but he really hoped this would turn out to be more than just short fling.

Looking out the window, Mike saw that it was going to be a fantastic day for a drive in the country. The autumn sun would keep the temperature quite warm during the day, although it would probably cool off quickly after sundown. Mike was looking forward to the opportunity just so he could talk with Stacy and get to know her better. Sure the wild sex was really great, but he needed more in a relationship, and he hoped she felt the same way.

Mike glanced at his watch. He still had few minutes to kill before he needed to meet Stacy so he made himself a quick cup of instant coffee and sat down to wait. He was a bit tired, but it was a good feeling. He and Stacy had made love more times in the last 12 hours than he had in the last five years, and Stacy had done things to him that in the past he could only have imagined. 

"Yep", he thought. "She is one hell of a woman!" 

Mike finished his coffee and put the cup into the dishwasher. Then he grabbed his bag and walked down the hall to get Stacy. There was a youthful spring in his step and he knew he had a goofy grin on his face, but he just couldn't help it.

Stacy opened the door right away when he knocked. She was wearing a short, white, pleated tennis skirt and a matching v-neck sweater and her shoes were plain white Keds. It wasn't the most sophisticated outfit, but Stacy had a knack for making even the simplest outfit look incredibly sexy. 

She smiled brightly and kissed him, then handed him a somewhat large travel bag and asked, "Did you remember to pack a jacket and a pair of slacks?"

Mike snapped to attention and said crisply, "Yes Maam!" 

"Good! We will have to dress for dinner.... Oh, this is going to be great fun!" She said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Do you mind if I drive?" Mike asked. Stacy was constantly surprising him, but this time he had a little surprise of his own in store for her.

"Sure Mike, that would be perfect!"

They took the elevator down to the garage and then Stacy followed Mike over to his car.

"Oh my!" exclaimed Stacy when she saw his car. "Is this yours?" 

Mike grinned from ear to ear and said proudly, "It sure is. It is my one true vice."

Mike's car was a vintage, 1958 Corvette; roman red with white insets in the doors and matching red leather upholstery. He bought it right after his divorce was finalized and had paid way too much, but he didn't regret it for a second. When he saw the look on Stacy's face, he knew it had been worth every penny. She was clearly impressed.

"I absolutely LOVE it!" she squealed, and then thought "He is just full of surprises."

Mike opened the door for her and was rewarded with a great view of Stacy's appetizing breasts and shapely legs as she climbed in. He carefully stowed their bags in the trunk and then climbed in and started the engine. As always he marveled at the low throaty purr that came from the well tuned engine. He glanced over at Stacy and she had a wide smile painted on her face.

They were soon out on the road with the top down and the radio blaring. Every time they stopped at a traffic signal, Mike felt a tremendous ego boost because of the stares they got from other men. He wasn't sure if they were looking at Stacy, the Corvette, or both, but he really didn't care one way or the other. 

A few minutes later Mike pulled smoothly onto the interstate out of town. The powerful engine and smooth handling of the Corvette made merging into the fast moving traffic a breeze. He settled into the center lane and relaxed with one hand on the wheel and the other on the stick shift knowing it would be at least 90 minutes before they reached their destination. Plenty of time to chat.

Stacy had a big smile on her face as she flipped up her sunglasses and winked at him. "Wheeee! This is fabulous Mike!" Then she leaned back in her seat, stretching out her slim, muscular legs. Her short, white skirt just barely covered her crotch, and Mike wondered if she was even wearing anything underneath.

It was a very clear day and the afternoon sun was beating down on them pretty hard. The temperature was in the high 70's and Mike was starting to sweat. Traffic was thinning out a bit so Mike gunned the engine and increased their speed. Soon they were out of the city and into the countryside, chatting about the scenery.

Stacy must have felt pretty warm as well, because suddenly she sat up and pulled her sweater over her head. Underneath she was wearing a simple, front tied Daisy Duke style top. The material was quite thin, and her erect nipples were practically punching holes through it. 

Mike grinned and asked, "Now, just what do you think you are doing?"

"Just getting some sun..." she replied sweetly as she leaned back again.

"Stacy...Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure Mike. You can ask me anything."

"When did you first realize you were an exhibitionist?"

Stacy laughed. "Oh, not long after I was married."

"Really? What happened?" 

Stacy explained, "Well, I told you about my ex and how much older he was... I guess I was a little naïve at the time, but I was impressed by the people he knew, and the places he could get into. He was already powerful man, manipulative and always looking for an advantage. I was impatient, and I knew he could give me a big house and fancy things right away."

Mike said, "It seems like you were a pretty smart young lady even then..."

Stacy said, "Thanks. But it worked both ways. He gave me the material things I wanted, and I was the trophy he used to impress others and open doors. He always decided what I should wear when we went to social functions or when we had people over. Most of the time he chose a sexy or revealing outfit that was sure to turn other men's heads. I think he got excited watching them drool all over me. It wasn't long before I realized that I liked it too." 

Then after a short pause, she said, "I never told anyone that before. Now you have to tell me something personal. What really happened between you and your ex-wife?"

Mike smiled, "Touché. We met in college and started dating. She was a brilliant student with a great a great body and I lusted after her for 2 years. Finally she agreed to marry me. For a while things were great, both our careers were progressing and we were happy together. But slowly we just drifted apart. I don't think it was any one thing, but a lot of small things added up. I used to travel a lot and she never liked that, even when I offered to take her with me. I wanted children, and she said she did too, but she never seemed ready. And of course there was the sex... she didn't like much variety."

Stacy giggled, "Oooh, the dirty stuff. Tell me more!"

Mike groaned, "You know this is kind of embarrassing... But OK, here goes. She always liked it pretty basic; you know, lights out, missionary style. Oral sex was a definite problem for her; she tried it on me a couple times, but when I tried to go down on her, she wouldn't let me. She always seemed to enjoy it when we made love, but I am not sure that she ever really had an orgasm. After a while, I think she just lost interest..."

"Do you still love her?"

"No, I am sure that I don't."

"Do you think she was cheating on you?" Stacy always seemed to zero right in on the heart of the matter.

"Uh, I don't think so, but I don't care anymore. I only know for sure that I never cheated on her."

Stacy said, "Well, don't take it the wrong way, but I am glad you split up. Otherwise I wouldn't have met you."

Mike laughed, "Thanks, but aren't you laying it on a bit thick?"

She just laughed and for a minute they just watched the scenery go by, not saying anything. It was then that Mike noticed that they were coming up behind a school bus. As they pulled abreast, Mike saw that it was obviously some kind of high school team. There were teen aged boys plastered to every window staring down at Stacy as they slowly passed by.

"Looks like you have some admirers." 

"Oh my! Don't they all look cute? Slow down Mike. I want to have some fun with them."

"Uh Oh!" Mike groaned, but he let off on the gas and matched speed with the bus anyway. He didn't know what Stacy was going to do, but he was getting excited just thinking about it.

Stacy put her arms behind her head and stretched, giving the young boys a great view of her spectacular rack. Then she lowered her hands to her lap. In seconds the windows were down on the bus, and the boys were cheering and urging her on. She slowly slid her hand up her bare tummy to the knot on the front of her top and started to tug on it. The knot came free and she just let the loose ends flap in the breeze. It flipped up a couple times, giving them a quick peek at her fantastic tits.

By then, Mike was fully erect and pitching a tent in his shorts. Stacy giggled and then slid over and nibbled on his ear whispering, "That's enough for now. Let's put some distance between us." 

Mike stepped on the gas and the powerful engine roared, leaving the screaming busload of horny adolescents behind. 

Stacy was still clinging to him, her top loosely covering her bare breasts. She looked down at his lap and smiled, "I see someone else liked my little show." Then she slid her hand across his stomach and down to the hard bulge in his shorts. She started to rub his aching cock and whispered in his ear, "You can't imagine how horny that made me!"

Mike laughed and said, "Oh, are you so sure?"

Stacy giggled, then looked around and saw that they were well clear of the bus and other traffic. After a playful wink, she skillfully unzipped him and pulled his cock free and out into the open. The she wrapped her hand around the stiff organ and began stroking him up and down, gentle and slow.

"Oh God, Stacy. That feels so good."

She whispered breathlessly in his ear, "Just the thought that someone might see us is making me so wet. Feel me..."

She let go of his cock and Mike maneuvered his hand under her skirt and between her legs. The tiny patch of cloth covering her pussy was slippery and wet. He started to slide his fingers over it, but it was difficult to drive and stroke her at the same time.

Stacy groaned, pushed his arm out of the way, and then bent down towards his lap and slipped his cock into her mouth. After only a few seconds, she shifted around so that she was kneeling on the passenger seat and really started to go to town. Her butt was up in the air and when her skirt flipped forward, her skimpy thong left very little to the imagination. Mike was in heaven; at least he thought he was until the eighteen-wheeler pull up beside them on Stacy's side of the car. 

"Shit. Where did he come from?" He thought. "Uh, Stacy, I think you have an audience", he told her.

Stacy pulled up and looked back over her shoulder. The trucker was a big, fat bearded old man, and he was leering at her and talking on his radio. A powerful wave of excitement shot through her when she realized he was probably describing her to his buddies elsewhere on the road. Then the fat pig looked right at her and flicked out his tongue. She could see his shoulder moving and she knew he was probably stroking his cock. It was all too exciting. With a loud moan, she slid one of her hands between her legs and started energetically rubbing herself as she began to suck Mike's cock deeper and faster than before. 

It was a good thing that the road was fairly straight and relatively free of traffic because Mike was having a hard time maintaining control of the car. He desperately wanted to pull over but every time he slowed down, so did the truck. He knew he could speed past him, but was worried it was too dangerous.

"Stacy, honey, we need to stop..."

Stacy was so turned on that she didn't even hear Mike's pleading. In her mind all she could see was the image of the big, fat, greasy trucker stroking his nasty cock and begging to fuck her soft, white ass. She was so focused on stroking herself that she was hardly sucking on Mike's poor cock anymore. Suddenly it happened. Stacy pulled her mouth off of Mike's throbbing meat, clamped her legs together and began to shudder, crying out "Oh, Oh, OOOOOHHHHH!" 

The orgasm hit her like an explosion, radiating outward from her pussy and making her legs and tummy muscles ache. She was still cumming as she engulfed Mike's cock again and started sucking him for all she was worth. 

Mike struggled to maintain control of the car as he ejaculated forcefully, flooding her mouth with heavy spurts of thick, white cum. Stacy almost choked on the unexpected gush as he tried to jam his cock farther into her throat, but she managed to push him back down onto the seat and continued to slide her hand furiously up and down his shaft, milking every drop from it. 

Slowly Mike's cock softened in her mouth and his breathing began to slow. He looked down at the speedometer and noticed he was going almost 90! The trucker was just beginning to fall behind as Stacy zipped Mike up, slid back into her seat and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. 

"Pull over in front of him and slow down Mike", she said mischievously. Mike slid the car into the slow lane and looked over at Stacy wondering what else she could possibly do. She turned around in the seat and flashed her tits at the trucker, then let her top fly in the wind. It was a perfect shot and it hit the truck right in the windshield, catching in the wipers. She was instantly rewarded by several long toots from his air horn.

"Why did you do that?" Mike asked.

"So he would have something to show his buddies!" Stacy replied impishly as she pulled her sweater back over her head. 

Mike drove on, chuckling and slowly regaining his composure. After a couple more minutes he casually glanced over at a road sign and then hissed, "SHIT!"

"What's wrong Mike?

He laughed and said, "Nothing really. It's just that we passed our exit 20 miles back!"

Stacy giggled like a young school girl and said "Oops! My bad!"



An Autumn Encounter Ch. 05



Mike pulled the corvette into a parking spot in front of the small inn. As Stacy checked them in, he looked over a brochure for the place. It was located on about 30 acres overlooking a small lake complete with walking trails and secluded picnic areas. There was an outdoor spa/hot tub situated in a secluded garden, perfect for a late night dip. The setting was remote and private, yet it was only a short walk from a nearby village center filled with restaurants, antique shops, and curio stores. 

Stacy walked up and handed him a room key. "Isn't this place fantastic?" Mike had to admit she was right.

The view across the lake from their suite was naturally scenic, and promised to be spectacular at sunset. The suite had a small sitting area complete with an antique writing desk and an elegant love seat facing a classic stone fireplace. Tucked away in a small alcove were a microwave, refrigerator, and coffee maker. The generously sized bedroom also had a fireplace, and was appointed with an awesome, four posted, king sized bed, covered in the obligatory down comforter and adorned with numerous fluffy pillows. The bath was spacious and elegant, with a tub large enough for two. 

Stacy wanted to walk into the village and window shop a bit before dinner at her friends place. She needed some time to change and freshen up so she grabbed her bag and went into the bathroom, then stuck her head out and said, "Why don't you go and grab a paper, and I'll meet you inn the lobby in a few minutes." Mike quickly changed into his slacks, grabbed his jacket, and headed downstairs.

He was sitting in a plush leather chair reading a local newspaper when he saw her coming down the stairs. She was wearing a sleeveless, paisley dress with a plunging neckline. When the light hit her from behind he could see her shapely figure and tiny, thong panties silhouetted through the sheer fabric of the flowery dress. As she walked up to him, her beautiful breasts bounced and swayed suggestively, barely contained by the thin material and revealing neckline.

"Stacy, you certainly know how to make an entrance. You look good enough to eat!"

She kissed him full and sensuously and then put her lips next to his ear and whispered, "Maybe later…" 

It had been unusually warm for the time of year and the temperature was still high as they walked down the short path to the village, chatting casually about the scenery. Stacy was telling him, "You are going to love this restaurant. It has the best wine cellar in the whole area. Plus, there is a great cigar room I think you will like."

Mike brightened, "Cigars? I love to smoke them. But my ex hated them…"

Stacy smiled, "Well… I know they are bad for you, but I think there is something very sexy about a man smoking a cigar. I used to love doing my homework in my father's office where he smoked them."

Mike grinned, "Then by all means, I'll indulge myself. After dinner of course…"

Stacy hooked her arm into Mike's and snuggled against him. She didn't really understand why he made her feel so happy and contented, but she was sure glad they had found each other. Mike was a solid, smart, honest, old fashion guy, and she was rapidly falling for him. 

They walked past a few shops peering through the windows before Stacy pulled him through the door of an antique store. They browsed through the inventory for a few minutes, and then moved on, visiting a number of other shops and boutiques over the next hour.

Suddenly Stacy pulled his arm and said, "We're here." The small sign next to the door simply said "Allesandro's… Open Daily, 5:30PM to 10PM"

They stepped inside and waited for the hostess, who turned out to be a voluptuous, dark haired woman of obvious Mediterranean descent. As soon as she saw Stacy she rushed forward and embraced her. "Anastasia! Cara mia. I didn't know you were in town. Who's this?"

Stacy kissed both her cheeks and then said, "Angie, this is Mike Williams. Mike, this is Angelina Allesandro."

"Pleased to meet you, Angelina."

Angelina pulled Mike into a tight embrace, and then said "Please, call me Angie… Well, let's find you two a table."

The place was packed, but Angie led them to a small, round table near the fireplace, and then rushed off to seat another couple. The décor was all stone and dark hardwoods, and the place smelled fragrantly of wood smoke and garlic. Mike was about to signal a waiter was when a man in a chef's hat rushed up to the table. 

"Anastasia! How nice to see you again." He embraced her boisterously as she stood to greet him.

"Buonasera, Antonio. Mike this is Tony Allesandro, the owner and chef. Tony, this is Mike Williams."

Tony shook Mike's hand exuberantly, "Very nice to meet you Mike. Welcome to my restaurant." He looked at Stacy again, "Stacy, you get more beautiful every time I see you."

Then he said to Mike, "Put that menu away. I'll take care of everything…" and he rushed off to the kitchen yelling in Italian at the waiters.

After that things happened swiftly. A waiter arrived with a bottle of excellent Chianti and fresh bread with seasoned olive oil for dipping. Soon after came a purée of artichoke hearts with garlic and olive oil. The soup was simple, beans laced with hints of ham and touches of tomato. The main course was a lightly grilled sea bass with a covering of mussels, olives, green beans and baby clams. A little fluffy cappuccino mouse finished off the meal.

The wine flowed freely, and Mike and Stacy talked and ate till they were sated. She told Mike how she met Tony and Angelina on a cruise right after her divorce, and they practically adopted her. Since then she came up every couple months just to visit them. When the meal was over, Tony and Angelina joined them for coffee. The four of them chatted for at least an hour about the restaurant and the village. Tony and Angie seemed to know all the local gossip and Mike ate it up with a spoon, much to their delight. Mike could tell they were curious about him and Stacy, but they politely stayed from the subject until Stacy mentioned they had only known each other for about two weeks.

"So Stacy, how did you meet Mike?" asked Angelina.

Stacy was coy, "Oh, let's just say we saw each other around the building and one thing led to another."

"Well, I like him. What do you think Tony?" She said, eyeing Mike.

Tony said, "If he can stand my cooking, he'll do fine."

They all laughed.

After that, Tony and Angie hugged them and kissed them and then went back to work. Stacy led Mike to the bar and poured them both a snifter of cognac, and then she showed him the cigar room. It was behind a glass door off of the bar. The room was paneled ornately in dark mahogany. There were several high backed leather chairs situated throughout the room, each next to a small table complete with a large ashtray. Just inside the door was a large glass topped humidor with a variety of cigars inside.

"Let me choose, OK Mike?"

"Okay, surprise me. I am sure they are all good."

Stacy walked past the large humidor and over to the bookshelf. There she opened a smaller humidor and brought back two cigars, a clipper, and a lighter. 

"Tony's private stash", she smiled. "He won't mind."

Mike looked at the cigars and realized they were Cubans, Montecristo No. 2's. "No, I couldn't. These are worth a fortune!"

Stacy just smiled and expertly clipped the cigar at the point where it began to round off. Then she slipped it into her mouth, sparked the lighter, and rolled the cigar around on the flame, puffing on it until it was evenly burning. She handed it to Mike, and then surprisingly clipped and lit the other one for herself.

They were alone in the room but still within sight of the large glass door. Stacy sat down in the chair across from Mike and took a long drag off her cigar. They could see people still moving about in the dining room, although the crowd appeared to be thinning out.

Mike thought, "God she looks sexy." Stacy was sitting back, legs crossed, clearly enjoying her cigar. Watching her smoke was like watching a sex act. Every time she wrapped her red lips around the slender, brown tube Mike held his breath. When she puffed on it, her breasts moved tantalizingly under thin cloth of her dress. Mike was puffing away on his, but still he couldn't take his eyes off her.

Stacy blew out a long plume of smoke. "They have a room like this at the country club, but they don't allow women inside."

"Well, that is pretty standard in most clubs."

"My ex used to sit around for hours puffing on these things and drinking. Just what do you men talk about for so long?"

Mike smiled, "Oh, you know--news, sports, politics, finance, golf…"

Stacy interrupted him, "You left out women. I'll bet there are some pretty tall tales told in the stag room."

"Stag room?"

"Yeah, that's what the wives called it."

"Oh, I see now. Yes, I have heard some pretty wild fantasies in the stag room."

Abruptly Stacy said, "Really? Tell me about your fantasies Mike." 

He was stymied for a moment, but quickly recovered. "You are my fantasy come true…"

"Aw, that's real sweet. But you know what I mean. Everyone fantasizes. What do you fantasize about?"

She was making him nervous, but Mike could tell Stacy wasn't going to take no for an answer. He took a long drag on his cigar, and then said, "Well, I have often dreamed of doing the sixty-nine…," He hoped she wouldn't be shocked.

She took a thoughtful puff on her cigar and blew a large smoke ring, then smiled. "Nice try. Now tell me another one."

Mike thought for a moment, then said, "I have recurring dream about when I was in catholic school. The girls all wore those typical uniforms. You know the kind--pleated tartan skirts, starched white blouses, knee socks, etc. There was this girl in my 10th grade science class; everyone talked behind her back and called her a slut. I still often dream about her…"

Stacy's voice got a little husky and she said, "Tell me about the dream."

Mike noticed that her free hand had drifted up and was clenched in the middle of her chest. 

He took a deep breath and started again, "Her name was Mary Katherine O'Malley and she had a way about her that always turned me on. She seemed to instinctively know how to be sexy; like wearing her skirt shorter then all the other girls or having her blouse open an extra button or two. She had red hair, nice legs, a shapely butt, and a pretty big chest. My friends all said she was very well-developed for a high-school sophomore. I just thought she looked sexy; much rounder and curvier than the other girls."

Mike took a sip of cognac, and then continued, "The lab tables in our science class were arranged along the sides of the room, and I sat directly opposite and facing Mary Kate. She always sat with her legs slightly parted, but never quite enough for me to see anything. I always had a hard time concentrating in class because I spent too much time trying to peek under her skirt."

Stacy laughed, creating a large cloud of smoke, "Just a normal, horny, teenaged boy!"

Mike picked up his cigar again, "In my dream we are always in science class. The room is full of students, laughing and talking. When I look up, Mary Kate's legs are a little farther apart than usual. As I watch--no one else can see her--she slides her hand under her desk to scratch the inside of her thigh. Her skirt slides up for just a second, but in that instant I clearly see a thin tuft of red hair covering her naked pussy."

Mike noticed that Stacy's fingers had slipped inside her dress and were beginning to lightly toy with her breast.

"Suddenly, everyone else is gone, and only Mary Kate and I are left. We are supposed to be studying, but I know she isn't interested in science. She gets out of her chair and locks the door and then lowers the blinds on the windows. After that she walks back to the front of her desk to retrieve her books. She has to lean over the desk to grab something from her chair and her skirt rides up. Her ass cheeks are round and firm, like a ripe melon waiting to be plucked."

Mike had to stop for a moment. The memories were so vivid in his mind that he was becoming aroused. Stacy had put down her cigar, and now had one hand under her dress and the other stroking her breast. This was clearly turning her on as well.

She stared at him, eyes smoldering. "Go on Mike. Tell me the rest."

Mike cleared his throat, and then started again. "I get out of my chair and walk over to her. Mary Kate turns to face me and looks directly at my bulging crotch, licking her lips. She reaches out and slides her hand across the front of my pants, then drops to her knees, slowly unzips my fly, and lowers my pants freeing my intensely hard cock."

Mike heard a low moan from Stacy as he continued, "Mary Kate grabs my cock in one hand and slides her red lips over the swollen, round head. Her mouth feels warm and wet as it slides down my shaft and then back up again. In contrast, her soft hand is squeezing my meat, stroking it in time with her mouth. I grab her hair in both hands, guiding her farther downward with each bob of her head until my cock hits the back of her mouth. I gasp when she opens wider, letting me into her throat. Her nails are dragging across my balls and I know I am going to explode any moment."

Mike paused again, breathing hard. His cock was straining against the front of his slacks, and he could feel the sticky wetness of his precum soaking into his boxers.

Stacy had slipped one of her breasts free of the loose top of her dress, and was tweaking the erect nipple. Her head was back, eyes closed, and her other hand was still buried under her dress, but he could tell she was fingering herself.

He wondered, "Should I go on?" He wanted desperately to take Stacy and fuck her right here, but something told him that she wanted him to continue. "Mary Kate knows I am close and chooses that moment to stand up and open her blouse. She reaches behind and unclasps her bra freeing her perky teen breasts, and then she bends over the desk, ass in the air and shows me her dripping pussy."  

"I move in behind her and roughly enter her. She gasps as I begin to pump my hips, slamming into her repeatedly and hard. She starts to wiggle a bit so I grab her hips in my hands and keep her centered over my ramming rod. Her cries build as I hammer her, 'Fuck me! Oh shit it feels so good. Fuck me harder!' Suddenly I feel her tight little pussy clamp down hard on my throbbing cock. A second later she squeals and cums." 

Mike looked out through the door. The restaurant was dark and no one seemed to be around anymore. Stacy opened her eyes and hissed, "God you are making me so hot, please go on."

Mike smiled. "I continue to pound her sweet little school girl pussy, driving wave after wave of orgasm over her. She groans loudly and soon begins to claw the desk, trying to escape the repeated thrusts and pounding of my hard cock. She murmurs, 'Enough. Please stop' and forcefully pulls herself forward until my hammering tool pops out of her pussy. But I am not finished yet. I grab her hips and push her down on the desk, pinning her there. Then I position my wet cock at the entrance to her puckered anus. She quietly whispers, "Noooo", but there isn't any real resistance behind it."

Mike could see plainly that Stacy had lost control. She had slipped the straps from her shoulders and both her breasts were bare and accessible. The crotch of her thong was pushed aside, and her fingers were flicking her clit frantically from side to side. Mike unzipped his fly and pulled his stiff cock out and started to stroke himself.

"I press forward, pushing the tip in slowly. My cock and her ass are so wet with her pussy juices that it slips in with only a little resistance. Mary Kate squeals and shudders, but she pushes back against me until my prick is fully inside her. I start to thrust again, but she is tight. 'OH NO!' she groans. 'N-no, n-no.' Then, 'Y-yes. Oh yes, fuck my ass. Oh fuck, Oh fuck, Oh fuck... Ohhhhhhh!' After only a few thrusts, she begins to shake and cum again, this time with a loud wail, 'OOOOOOOOHHHHH!' 

Mike started to pump his cock faster. He closed his eyes and could see the dream happening in his mind as he told it. "I am afraid I have hurt her, and I pull free. Worried, I step back, standing there with my hard cock in my hand and watch as she whimpers and shudders until her orgasm passes. Then she turns and drops to her knees. 'Cum on me… Pleeeease… I need your cum… Pleeeease, cum on my face…' I pump my hard cock as she shinnies up closer to it, her eyes blazing as they stare into mine. A couple more strokes and I explode shooting ropes of white, hot cum all over her face and perky tits."

Just then Stacy's legs clamped together, her back arched, and she cried out, ""OHOHOHOH.... AAAHHHHH!!!!" Mike watched, slowly stroking his meat as she continued to cum for what seemed like 2 minutes. When at last she seemed finished; she opened her eyes and smiled at him.

"You are a VERY good story teller, you naughty boy!"

"I am glad you liked it."

Stacy slid off her chair and kneeled before Mike. There was mischief in her eyes as she whispered, "Cum on my face… Pleeeease…."

Mike pumped his cock a couple more times and exploded, spewing a single, huge stream of cum all over her face and hair. He stroked himself a few more times and milked another glob that fell onto her breasts.

When he was done, Stacy smiled and said, "Now that's a fantasy come true!"



An Autumn Encounter Ch. 06



As they walked out of the cigar room, Mike and Stacy found a note attached to a bottle of French Champaign chilling in a bucket on the bar. It simply said, "Lock up when you leave--Love, Angie."

Mike was holding the Champaign bottle and a couple of flutes as they started the short walk back to the inn. The autumn night was clear and the moon was bright although not yet full. The temperature had dropped a little and Stacy was wearing his jacket. He asked "Are you warm enough? It is getting a little cool out here." 

"Oh, I am fine. It's not that cold."

"Well then, do you feel like a walk down by the lake?"

"Sure. That sounds great!" Stacy said thinking "How romantic!"

They strolled around behind the inn and followed a cinder path down towards the lake. The hill was a little steeper there and the path twisted and turned through a number of switchbacks. About halfway down the hill, just off the path was a small cabana next to a large hot tub. They paused for a moment, watching a young couple relaxing and talking in the warm water. A moment later they continued on down the path, smiling at each other when the heard a giggle and a loud squeal from behind them.

They soon found a wooden bench situated in a little clearing with a great view of the lake. Mike opened the Champaign and poured them each a glass. Then he toasted, "To the most incredible woman I have ever known! You have helped me experience things I could only imagine!"

Stacy was moved and unsure how to respond. She tapped her glass against his and said sweetly, "Oh Mike. You say the nicest things."

"Well, I mean every word. The last couple days have been the one of the best times in my life; I am happier now than I have been in a very long time and I owe it all to you."

Mike gently touched her face, tracing his fingers lightly over her features as if trying to memorize them by feel alone. Then he gently took her face between his strong hands and kissed her, softly and sensually; literally taking her breath away. The kiss was much more caring and affectionate than passionate and Stacy suddenly felt quite emotional. She ardently returned his kiss, clinging tightly to him as he stroked her silky hair.

When the kiss ended, Stacy gasped. "Mike, you have touched my heart in ways I can't even describe. I am so glad we found each other." She brushed his lips lightly with hers.

They sat quietly for some time, basking in the moonlight and looking into each other's eyes. Stacy snuggled closer, warding off the chilly, night air and Mike kissed her again, soft and lingering. Stacy's mouth was warm and welcoming as she returned his kiss. 

Eventually, despite the warm glow from the wine and Mike's company, Stacy began to feel the chill. She said, "I think maybe we should head in."

Mike smiled and kissed her again, then drained his glass. He waited while Stacy finished hers then he took her hand and started to lead her back up the path. When they got to the cabana, they noticed that the hot tub was now empty. Stacy looked at him and grinned, "Are you thinking what I am thinking?"

He protested, "We'll have to go get our suits..."

Stacy just stared at him with a devilish look on her face.

"What? O-oh! What the hell!"

They walked over to the cabana and opened the door. Inside were stacks of towels, fluffy white bathrobes, a shower, and several changing rooms.

She smiled impishly, "See, everything we need!"

They stripped off their clothes and hung them in one of the changing rooms. Mike grabbed a robe for each of them and they headed outside, laughing and giggling. Mike watched in awe as Stacy dropped her robe and slowly slipped naked into the warm water. He didn't think he would ever get tired of watching her beautiful, sexy body; marveling once again at her womanly curves, full breasts, yummy ass, and shapely legs. 

Mike set the bottle and glasses within reach and then dropped his robe and climbed in beside her. He poured them each another glass of wine, then settled up against the wall and allowed the bubbly water to warm him. Stacy slid over between his legs and rested her back against his chest; the smooth silkiness of her skin felt wonderful against his own. After a few minutes they finished their wine and set the glasses aside. Mike slid a little lower in the water and slipped his arms around Stacy's waist, then slowly allowed his hands to drift upwards and cup her breasts. She sighed softly, moving her hands over top of his, gently compelling him to squeeze and massage the firm, fleshy mounds. He slowly rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger until he felt the little buds stiffen.

Stacy turned her head toward Mike's and they kissed, tongues intertwined in an intricate dance. The sexual energy between them began to grow in intensity as his hands began to knead and massage her breasts with more urgency. She moaned into his mouth, needy and whimpering, their long kiss becoming more passionate.

Beneath the water, Mike felt his cock begin to rise and rub against the soft globes of Stacy's firm backside. Their kiss continued and he felt her fingers snake around his cock, sliding up and down, willing it to grow and stiffen. Gasping for air, Mike broke the kiss and laid his head back and closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of her soft hand on his hardening flesh.

Mike opened his eyes and glanced up at the inn. It was after midnight, but there were still lights on over the patio and in number of rooms above. Squinting through the dim light, he could see several people sitting on the patio with a clear view of the hot tub. He hadn't realized until now that they were so close to the inn.

"Stacy, there are people up there, and I think they can see us." he said quietly.

She looked up, then turned and looked into his eyes. "Ooooh! How exciting. Well, if they want to watch, I think we should try and put on a good show."

With a loud laugh Stacy pushed away and dove under the water causing a large wave to wash over the edge of the tub. An instant later Mike felt her lips surround the head of his cock; her tongue sliding over the sensitive underside, tickling and teasing it. At the same time her hands began to stoke him and cup his floating balls. He groaned and gasped as she worked his pole until it was fully hard. Luckily she didn't have to stay under too long.

With a big splash and a loud gasp, Stacy came up for air. She looked like the upper half of a mermaid, water streaming down and across her full breasts, her nipples hard and elongated.

"Oh God, Stacy..."

"Did I get their attention?" She asked mischievously.

"Uh, I'm not sure."

With a piercing 'whoop' Stacy noisily dove under again, this time allowing her ass to float to the surface in plain view. She slid Mike's entire cock into her mouth and sucked gently on it. Then she slowly slid her lips up the shaft until she was again teasing the sensitive head.

With a loud gasp she surfaced again and started laughing. There was no way the guests on the patio could possibly have missed her antics. Mike looked up and saw several of them now standing on the patio. Lights had come on in a couple more rooms as well.

"Well, it looks like you got your wish my dear." He whispered.

Stacy floated over to the edge of the tub and sat beside Mike, facing the patio, her breasts just above the water surface. She peered up at the people looking down and the gleam in her eyes told Mike she was intensely excited. 

"Maybe I should take you up to bed now." Mike pleaded.

Stacy laughed, "Are you kidding?" She leaned over and kissed his neck and then licked his ear whispering; "Now you do me!" With that she pulled herself up until she was sitting on the edge of the tank facing the patio.

Mike slid between her legs and stood up so he could kiss her. The tip of his cock was well above the water, and the chill night air washed over it causing him to gasp. He moved lower, and saw that her nipples where erect and harder then he had yet seen them. When he started to lick and suck her breasts, she grabbed the back of his head and forced his mouth hard against her heaving bosom. She moaned loud enough for anyone in the inn to hear, "OH GOD YES. SUCK THEM! SUCK MY BIG TITTIES. SUCK THEM HAAARRRDDDD!"

Stacy thought, "Oh my God, what am I doing?" But for some reason she couldn't stop herself. Knowing there were other people watching her was inflaming her desire to levels she had never experienced and the powerful thrill she was feeling far overwhelmed any sense of modesty she might have once possessed. 

Mike almost laughed out loud when he heard her. "Overdoing it a bit aren't you?" he whispered.

She just pushed his head lower and groaned, "PLEASE BABY, MY PUSSY SOOOOOO WET!"

Mike knelt down in the warm water and moved his face between her legs. He glanced up and watched her for a moment. Stacy's eyes were wide open and glazed, staring back towards the patio. She had a tit in each hand, twisting her nipples and her tongue was sliding suggestively over her lips. 

He pushed forward and started to lick her with long, slow swipes of his outstretched tongue. He didn't know whether it was from the water or from all the excitement but she was so wet he was literally drinking the juice from her gushing pussy. 

"OH GAWD YESSSS... EAT ME. EAT MY HOT, WET PUSSY!"

For several minutes Mike licked up and down Stacy's slit, poking his tongue up into her pussy, and occasionally moving higher to tease her clit. She was uttering a constant stream of "OOOOH"s and "AAAAH"s and frequent words of encouragement and pleading. 

When he began to concentrate more on her clit, she cried out, "OH! YESSSS! THAT'S IT BABY! RIGHT THERE! OHHHH!" He flicked it a few times, and then drew it into his mouth, sucking on it like a tiny lollypop as he continued flicking, licking, and teasing it with his tongue. 

"OH YESSS! EAT MEEEEE! SUCK MEEEEE! PLEASE BABY, DON"T STOP!"

Mike's cock had become painfully hard, and he realized that Stacy's loud and dirty moaning was not an act. But it was exciting him just as much as it was her and he had become oblivious to the people watching from the patio. He slipped a finger into her hole and started stroking her as he flicked her clit from side to side with his tongue. After about 30 seconds of that, she grabbed the back of his head and started to hump his face vigorously. He grasped her legs to hold her down and started to suck her clit again, gently at first, then harder as she begged for more.

"OH GAAWWDD...THAT'S IT! SUCK IT. SUCK MY FUCKING PUSSY, BABY. MAKE ME CUM!" Stacy cried, grimacing and thrashing her head from side to side. 

Suddenly, Stacy's back arched, jamming her wet pussy hard against his face. Mike felt her shudder and then tense up and he knew she was going to cum. It started as a slow wave, intensifying until she suddenly screamed "AAHHHHHHH! I AM CUUUMMMIIINNNNG!" 

Without warning she began bouncing up and down, her body moving with such force that Mike almost fell back into the water. He held on to her tightly and kept sucking her clit and finger-fucking her throbbing pussy, guiding her through the multiple spasms of her orgasm. When her cries finally began to subside and her thighs relaxed, Mike pulled away and allowed her to slowly slide back into the warm water.

At first she just hugged him; still reeling from the little aftershocks of her intense orgasm. They could hear soft laughter and a smattering of quiet applause from the patio. Stacy looked into Mike's eyes and they both started smiling. The smiling turned into giggles, and soon into full blown laughter.

Stacy kissed him fully on the mouth then whispered into his ear, "That was the most intense orgasm I have ever had. Hold me. I am still shaking."

Mike kissed her back, "Stacy, you are full of surprises. I have never heard anything like that. You really turned me on with that dirty talk of yours. I couldn't possibly want you more!" When she reached down between his legs and touched his stiff prick, he almost shot his load right there.

Stacy slid her hand down between Mike's legs, amazed by how hard his cock felt. It was twitching in her hand, electric and alive, pulsing with energy. She could feel him trembling and the look in his eyes was almost pleading. She realized she had never seen any man so excited and needy, and it filled her with a feeling of warmth and compassion. She slid into his lap and kissed him passionately, and he entered her quickly. After only five or six rapid thrusts he groaned loudly and exploded inside her.

Exhausted but still tingling, they clung together in the warm water, kissing softly and caressing each other gently. After a few minutes Mike said, "We better get inside or I am going to fall asleep right here."

Stacy laughed as she stepped out of the tub and pulled on her robe. "I don't think you will be sleeping much tonight!"

Mike uttered a mock groan as he pulled his robe tightly around him. 



An Autumn Encounter Ch. 07



Stacy was sitting on her couch wearing nothing but an oversized football jersey and panties. She was trying to read a novel -- the latest best seller -- but for some reason she couldn't concentrate. Her thoughts kept returning to last weekend and how much fun it had been spending time with Mike. He had been sensitive and caring, and a surprisingly good lover, although quite inexperienced for a man his age. She began to get a warm feeling between her thighs as she recalled the way they had made love in the hot tub.

"Snap out of it girl!" she thought to herself. Stacy knew Mike would be home this weekend and she was sure he would want to see her. It was already Thursday, but she couldn't help feeling a little annoyed; he hadn't called since Monday when he told her he was going on a business trip. She had even rushed home the previous evening, shortening her usual weekly girls' night out on the off chance that he might call. She knew she should have been out enjoying herself, all she could think about was how much she missed him and how she wished he was back from Chicago.

Stacy had just opened the book again and was almost through a page when her phone rang . . .

Mike walked into his hotel room stressed out and tired from another long day of troubleshooting. He hung his jacket in the closet and stripped down to his underwear; then dropped down on the bed with a long sigh. He had been in Chicago for the last 4 days meeting with his company's newest client. It was a really big deal for his firm, and since his last promotion, he was "the man" for these kids of situations. The only real problem was that the client was demanding that he be here at least 3 days a week until the contract ended. He hoped that after a few weeks, they would relax that request, but for now he had to live with it.

Mike fondly thought back to last weekend. He and Stacy had spent the entire weekend together and it had been just about the best weekend of his entire life. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and absolutely the sexiest woman he had ever met. Mike felt incredibly lucky to have found such a woman, and she had been in is thoughts every spare minute since he left. He really hoped his travel schedule wasn't going to cause a problem with her.

When Mike had called Stacy on Monday and told her he was going to be away, she had taken it in stride. But she made it pretty clear that she wanted to see him as soon as he got back. He was definitely anxious to spend some more time with her, but he wasn't scheduled to be home until sometime on Friday night. Mike put on his hands free headset and started to call her so he could let her know . . .

Stacy picked up her cordless phone and looked at the caller ID. It said simply 'Illinois'. She quickly hit the 'talk' button and said "Hello?"

"Hello beautiful!"

"Mike! I am so glad you called. I have been thinking about you."

"Have you really? Well, me too. I have been thinking about you almost constantly since I left."

"That's sweet. How is your trip going?"

"Oh, you know. Meetings, lunches, dinners, all boring business stuff."

"You poor baby -- All that fine wine and expensive food -- Sounds like hell."

Mike laughed, "OK. So it's not all bad. Still; I wish I was there instead of here."

"Well, it's only one more day."

Mike paused. "That's why I called. I am sorry but I can't make dinner tomorrow night. They want me to stay here and meet the CEO for dinner, so I won't be getting back until very late."

"That's all right Mike. I understand. Come by whenever you get in." 

"Are you sure? It will probably be after midnight." 

"I don't care how late it is. I really want to see you."

"OK, it's a date." Then Mike added quietly, "Assuming nothing else comes up."

Stacy thought he sounded tired, "Are you sure you are all right?"

Mike sighed, "Sure. I am fine. Just a little stressed, that's all."

For a moment there was only silence, as Stacy quickly pulled her jersey over her head and dropped it on the floor. Then she said quietly, "I think I know how to help you relax." 

Mike laughed, "Oh, I am quite sure you do. But you aren't here."

Stacy giggled, "Oh Mike, sometimes you are so dense . . . What are you wearing?"

"Oh, just my boxers and a T-shirt . . . Why do you ask?"

Stacy giggled again. "Ask me what I am wearing." 

"Huh? What? O-OH! Stacy, I have never done this before." 

Giggling some more, she said, "It's OK. Just say whatever comes in to your mind. It'll be fine."

"Huh? OK. W-what are you wearing?"

Stacy stopped giggling. "Me? Hmmmm. I'm only wearing my panties. You know; the black lace ones you like so much." Silence for a moment. 

Mike's penis suddenly started to stir. "You mean, the ones you were w-wearing on our first date?"

"The very same ones; I love the way they feel against my bare skin, so silky and smooth."

Mike was definitely starting to get hard now. He listened but heard only silence. "W-what are you doing now?"

"Just sitting on the couch; looking out the window. You know; the one in front of the balcony." Stacy said innocently.

"I see . . . Are the drapes open?" Mike asked.

"Of course they are open. You know I like it when they are open."

"Stacy, anyone could see you!" Mike knew she wanted him to say that; knew it would excite her even more.

"Oooooh. I hope there is some horny boy out there watching me." She squealed.

Mike laughed, beginning to get into the game. "What are you thinking now?"

Stacy paused, "I'm thinking I wish you were here; over in your apartment." 

"Why is that?" Mike asked curiously.

"Oh, because I think you would like to watch what I'm doing right now . . ." 

Mike's heart started to beat a little faster. "W-what are you doing now?" 

Silence again and then, "I'm playing with my bare titties." Stacy made a little contented sound. "Mmmmm. My nipples are sooooo hard. You know how hard my nipples get. Is anything of yours . . . getting hard?" 

Mike laughed. "It sure is." He slipped his hand into his shorts and started to gently rub his swollen cock.

"That's good; I bet your dick gets real hard whenever you see me rubbing my titties," she said. 

Mike heard some wet, squishy sounds and then Stacy said, "Oooooh, I just licked my nipples. Oh, Mike! They are so hard and sensitive."

"I wish I was there sucking on them, baby."

"Do you? Do you like my big titties and hard nipples?" 

"Oh God, Stacy" Mike assured her, "They are so luscious; I could lick and suck them all day." 

"Good," she said, her voice husky and deep. "Now I'm sliding my hand lower, closer and closer to . . . Ohhhh!"

Mike's hand started to stroke a little faster. "Oh God" was all he could think to say.

Stacy was really getting into it. "Mmmmm. Ohhhh. Do you remember that night you watched me through the window? Mmmmm. Ohhhh."

Mike gasped, "I'll never forget it. That night changed my life forever." He had slipped his boxers down to his knees and was now stroking his cock rhythmically.

"Remember when I took off my underwear? Mmmmm. I knew you were over in your apartment watching me like a little perv; I wanted you to watch; it made my pussy sooooo wet. Ohhhh." 

"I remember . . . You are such a dirty girl." Mike whispered into the phone. 

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh. Now I am slipping off my panties. God, they are sooooo wet."

"I wish I was there now, watching you from my apartment." Mike groaned. He was pumping himself hard, envisioning Stacy sitting naked in front of the big glass window, exposed for the world to see. "Are you playing with yourself?" 

"Oh, yessss," Stacy hissed. "My fingers are sliding up and down, teasing my clit and sliding into my hot, wet pussy. Ohhhh. Ohhhh. It feels so wet and slippery. Talk to me Mike. What are you doing? Are you touching yourself?" 

"Oh God, yessss!" Mike groaned. "I'm stroking it, remembering that night."

"I can see you Mike. Mmmmm. When I close my eyes I can see your hand wrapped around your hard, fat cock; stroking it. Oh, God! Does it feel good baby?"

"Yessss. Oh God, yessss. Oh Stacy, I wish I was there with you . . ."

"Mmmmm. I do too, Mike. Ohhhh. I wish you were here right now so I could slide my lips over your hard cock. Mmmmm. I love sucking it while I play with myself."

Mike could feel himself getting close now. "Oh, Stacy, I can feel it. I can feel your hot tongue and sweet lips on my hard cock."

Stacy was panting now, "Oh baby, I love sucking your hard cock. Ohhhh. The way it feels when it slides in and out of my wet mouth makes my pussy ache. Ohhhh-Ohhhh-Ohhhh." She was so caught up in the fantasy that she could almost taste Mike's cock.

Mike could hear the squishy sound of her fingers rubbing her wet cunt. "Oh God Stacy, I need you so bad. I need to stick my cock deep into your hot, wet pussy. I need to shoot my big load of cum deep inside you." 

With a loud gasp, Stacy increased the speed and pressure of the fingers rubbing her clit. Suddenly she could feel her cunt contracting and starting to spasm. "Oh Mike, I need it too. OHHHH. I need your hard cock inside me. OH GAWD, OH-OH-OH, I-I-I AM C-C-CUMMMIIINNNGGG! AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" 

"Oh, Stacy," Mike moaned, "Oh God. Oh God. I'm gonna . . ." 

"DO IT! SHOOT IT FOR ME BABY!" Stacy hissed loudly into the phone just as a searing wave of pleasure ripped through her groin, spreading throughout her body.

Mike felt his balls throb and tighten up. "AARRGGHHHHH" he grunted a second before his cock exploded. A long rope of thick white cum burst from the end of his cock, flying up into the air and painting a while line down his chest. Another blast followed, and another one, coating his tummy and hand with more of his sticky juice.

In his earpiece, Mike could hear Stacy moaning over and over and he was sure she was cumming as well. The moaning went on for another 15 or 20 seconds as Mike continued to stroke his softening prick, allowing the remaining cum to flow and ooze out all over his hand. He gulped for air, slowly regaining his senses. 

"Stacy? Are you there?" He asked.

There was a long pause -- Mike could hear her breathing fast and loud - then finally she purred, "Mmmmmmmmm. That was wonderful! Oh Mike! Did you?" 

Mike laughed, much more relaxed now. "Are you kidding? That was fantastic."

"Mmmmmmm, I am sooooo glad." she murmured. 

Mike reached for the tissues on the nightstand and said, "So now what do we talk about?"

Stacy laughed dreamily, "Hmmmm, what do feel like doing this weekend?"

Mike started laughing so hard he almost choked.



An Autumn Encounter Ch. 08



Stacy bounded into the living room and squealed like a young girl "Are you ready to get in shape?" She had turned into a sexy bundle of energy the minute Mike agreed to let her craft an exercise program for him. He wasn't really in bad shape, but Mike knew his waist wasn't as trim as it once was, and he certainly could use a little more stamina. Sometimes Stacy just wore him out.

"Yes Coach! I am ready. Whip me into shape", Mike said enthusiastically. 

Stacy just ignored him and smiled. "In a few weeks you won't recognize yourself."

As always, Stacy somehow managed to look sexy, even in her exercise clothes. She was wearing a white exercise thong that completely exposed her tight butt cheeks and shapely hips and a simple white sports bra that barely contained her full C-cup breasts. Mike knew he was going to have a hard time keeping his mind on exercising with her bouncing around that skimpy outfit. 

Mike looked at himself in the mirror on the wall and saw a middle-aged man wearing a somewhat tattered "Athletic Dept." t-shirt and some simple gray gym shorts. He still didn't understand what Stacy saw in him; even though they were nearly the same age, she was as trim and sexy as a woman in her late 20's and he looked like a man in his late 40's. 

But it wasn't his looks that had convinced Mike he needed exercise. Stacy had opened in him a whole new perspective on life. She was vibrant and energetic, and he wanted to be that way as well. She was also genuinely interested in his well being, and she was living proof the benefits of regular exercise. He sucked in his tummy and thought, "Maybe she is right."

Stacy said, "OK, I talked to my old trainer and she suggested a simple workout plan for you that won't take long but should help you tone up. We can use the Bowflex for most of it."

Mike smiled, "OK, what first?"

"Let's start with some stretches. I want to see how flexible you are."

Mike winced. "OK. You're the boss."

Stacy had Mike sit on a mat with his legs splayed out. Then she helped him lean forward toward first one foot and then the other, making him hold each stretch for at least 15 seconds. Next she had him bend forward as if to trying to touch his forehead to the floor. Then she had him stand up and slowly stretch out his back and arms and neck. After about 5 minutes of stretching, she said "OK, I think you are ready to warm up."

"Warm up? What the heck did we just do?" Mike was already sweating.

"Ha-ha, funny man. Get your ass up on the treadmill."

Mike grinned and climbed up on the treadmill. Stacy set the controls and the machine started a leisurely 10 minute warm up walk. Once the apparatus began rolling, Mike thought "Hey, this isn't so bad."

Stacy sat down on the mat on front of Mike and started her stretching. He watched amazed as her trim body bent and turned and twisted, stretching out every major part of her body. She was limber enough to be a dancer; doing a variety of different stretching moves designed to maintain her suppleness. When she bent over and put her hands flat on the floor, Mike's eyes almost popped out of his head. 

Mike looked down at the control panel and watched. The machine automatically stepped up the speed every 30 seconds for the first five minutes. By the time it peaked, Mike was huffing and puffing a little bit. Sweat was pouring out of him as the machine started a 5 minute cool down.

Stacy smiled as she watched Mike on the treadmill. The machine was on a beginner level, but she knew it would still be tough on him until he got used to it. But it was a good way to warm up and get the blood flowing, and it got him a little cardio stimulation as well.

When the treadmill finished its cycle Mike climbed down and said, "That wasn't so bad. What's next?"

"Leg Presses -- two sets of 15 each. I'll set the resistance low so you don't strain anything."

Stacy helped Mike get set on the machine and adjusted the resistance. Then she helped him do a couple of repetitions. The trainer had told her to make sure she taught him the proper way to do every exercise so he didn't injure himself.

Stacy stood by and watched as Mike worked on the first set. She could see him struggling as he reach the tenth rep and she encouraged him, "That's good, come on, only a couple more -- three -- two -- one -- DONE!" She laughed and said excitedly, "I am so proud of you!" Then she gave him a big, wet kiss and said, "Now just rest for a minute, then we'll do the second set."

Mike groaned and thought, "She is going to kill me!"

But, Mike was surprised when he did the second set. It seemed to go much easier then the first although he still had to struggle to do all 15 reps. When he finished, Stacy had him dry off with a towel while she reset the machine. Then she coached him through 2 sets of Bench Presses and 2 sets of Lateral Presses.

"Now it's time to work on your abs." Stacy said as Mike stretched his back and flexed his arms and legs. His heart was pumping and he was already beginning to feel tired and a bit sore.

Stacy lay down on the bench and showed Mike exactly how she wanted him to do the crunches. Then she had him lie down on the bench. "Bend your knees -- that's good. Now place your hands below your ears and lift your upper back and head off of the bench -- That's right! Can you feel it squeezing your abs? Now lower yourself." 

Mike gasped and hit the bench with a thud. Stacy said, "Try and do 15, and then we'll call it a day."

Mike worked and strained and pumped hard and got through 8 crunches, but on the 9th one he stalled. Stacy was standing in front of him urging him on, "C'mon. One more, I know you can do it!" 

Mike rested for a couple seconds then tried again. About halfway up he stalled, and flopped back onto the bench again, breathing raggedly.

Stacy grinned and said, "Maybe you just need a little motivation." As Mike lay there panting, Stacy slipped off her sports bra and began to play with her nipples. They quickly became stiff and elongated.

Mike smiled pulled himself up again with a loud grunt. This time he managed to finish the crunch. As he started the tenth rep, Stacy slid the crotch of her thong aside and showed him her beautiful, shaved pussy. A wave of energy shot through him and he started again. Stacy's motivation helped him finish the final few reps, after which he collapsed on the bench, unable to do any more.

Stacy beamed, "That was a great first session Mike. I am soooo proud of you! Now it is time for your reward!"

Mike rolled off the bench and managed to stand up. It felt like every muscle in his body was either burning or sore. He stretched and grimaced, "Ow!"

Stacy kissed him and said, "Poor baby. Why don't you come in the bedroom and I'll help you with those sore muscles."

Mike groaned and said, "I doubt if I can even get it up right now." But he followed her anyway.

Stacy smiled sweetly, "Don't you worry. I'll take care of everything."

Stacy covered the bed with a couple large bath towels. Then she said, "Strip off those sweaty things and lie face down on those towels. I am going to give you a thorough massage."

Mike smiled, "Stacy, you read my mind." He groaned as he climbed up on the bed.

As Mike watched, Stacy stripped off her thong and then climbed naked up on the bed. She opened a bottle of scented massage oil, poured some into her hand and started with Mike's feet, gently rubbing and relaxing the tight muscles. Using some more oil, she moved upward to his calf muscles. Her hands were applying just the right amount of pressure and Mike noticed the oil seemed warm and tingly. 

"Mmmmmm, that oil feels good; nice and warm."

"It is self warming. Just lie there and relax."

Stacy began to move her hands in small strong circles up the back of Mike's thighs, and his tight and sore hamstrings began to relax as she worked her fingers deeper and deeper. Unexpectedly, her soft fingers grazed the inside of his thigh and he felt his cock start to thicken. But it quickly passed as he relaxed more and more under Stacy's skilled touch.

Stacy moved around on the bed and began work on his other leg. Her routine was identical to the first leg and once again, as she worked on the back of his thigh, her fingers strayed onto his inner thigh, this time just lightly grazing his balls. Mike's cock twitched instantly and started to swell. He wanted to say something, but the massage felt so good, that he decided it could wait.

Stacy finished with Mike's legs and then straddled him and began work on his shoulders and upper back. He could feel her bare pussy pressed against his lower back. He thought it felt wet, but he couldn't be sure. It didn't matter because any thoughts of sex vanished instantly when she began to twist and knead the sore muscles in his shoulders and upper back. At first it was quite painful, but as she continued he felt the muscles unwind. The tension and soreness melted out of him and soon he was almost asleep.

Stacy slid lower, straddling his thighs and Mike became instantly awake again. She repeated her previous twisting and kneading, only on his lower back this time. Then she began to vigorously massage each of his butt cheeks. He hadn't realized how tight his cheeks were, but as she worked them, he felt his lower back and hips relax. 

Stacy slid off of him and said, "OK Mike, you can turn over now."

Stacy rolled up a towel and placed it under his head. Mike's cock was flopping loosely on his tummy, but as soon as she touched him again it quickly began to thicken and swell. Stacy looked at it and smiled, then just started to massage his lower right leg.

Mike closed his eyes again, enjoying the sensations of her hands on him. He began to wonder if this was what it was like to be in one of those Massage Parlors. He had never been in one of those places, but he had heard that if you paid the masseuse enough money, you could get anything you wanted. 

It wasn't long before he started to drift off. He began to dream, imagining he was being rubbed and kneaded by several women at once. They were all tiny, except they had really big boobs. Their hands were touching him everywhere except his cock, which was looked like an angry, purple snake.

Suddenly Mike snapped back to reality. His cock was painfully hard, throbbing and oozing precum. Stacy was staring directly at it as she gently massaged his sore stomach muscles. He involuntarily groaned, and Stacy turned to look into his eyes.

"Now for the big finish," She whispered. "Spread your legs and bend your knees a little."

Mike was mesmerized, but he did as she asked. Stacy moved around and slipped between his legs. Then she poured some more oil into her hand and slipped it over his throbbing cock. The oil felt warm and slippery and he groaned from the sheer pleasure of it. She slowly began to stroke him, circling and squeezing the head of his cock every time she got to the top. Gradually, she allowed his tension to build, then changed her stroke and allowed him to slowly relax. Again, she started stroking him, slowly and firmly, this time gently massaging his balls as well. And then, just as she had done before, she changed her tactics just as he was about to peak.

Mike groaned, "Oh God Stacy, please -- I can't take much more."

Stacy smiled and said, "The third time is the charm."

Mike closed his eyes and Stacy began stroking him again, slowly and firmly, her slippery hand driving intense sensations through every part of his groin. His cock felt so hard that he thought it might burst and in no time at all, he was practically aflame with pleasure. Stacy quickened her stroke and used her other hand rub and cradle his aching balls. He groaned loudly, "Oh God! Here it comes!"

At that moment, Stacy slipped a well oiled finger into his ass and pressed firmly on his prostate as she rapidly stroked his throbbing cock. Mike raised his head and grunted, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH", and shot a long, white rope of cum up into the air. It arced over Stacy's head and laded in her hair and on her back. He grunted again and another long spurt erupted from his tortured cock and shot up into the air. After that Mike lost count of how many times his cock contracted and spewed. When it was finally over, he collapsed back onto the towel, gasping for breath. It took a couple minutes for his breathing to return to normal, and by that time he was fast asleep.

Stacy wiped Mike's cum from her arms and hands and then slid quietly off of the large bed. She looked down fondly at him, smiling as she put a large towel over him to keep him warm, knowing it would be quite a while before he woke up. He had worked hard and earned his reward, and now she was going to have hers. Quietly she headed into the bathroom to take a long, hot, relaxing bath.



An Autumn Encounter Ch. 09



Stacy opened the door to Mike's apartment and was surprised when she found the lights on. She set down the grocery bag and cautiously called out, "Mike? Honey? Are you home?"

"In here," Mike answered, standing up.

"You're home early!" Stacy rushed to embrace him and then kissed him wantonly. "I missed you." She had hardly spoken to him all week because he had been away in Chicago and working late every night.

"And I missed you too." He didn't sound happy.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"Nothing really . . . Just a little tired I guess. Sorry I am such a pain." 

Mike sat down again and Stacy crawled onto his lap and hugged him. 

"Poor baby . . . Those bastards are working you too hard. Put your feet up and let's see if I can help you unwind." They moved around and she got behind him and started rubbing his shoulders and neck.

"They aren't so bad. It's just a lot of work. Mmmmm, that helps." Mike murmured, closing his eyes. 

Stacy could see he was dog tired and obviously stressed; his muscles felt as tight as iron bands. She suddenly felt very protective of him and thought, "If he keeps this up, it will kill him." She kept working, firmly kneading and rubbing until she felt him slowly start to relax. 

"Take off your shirt, honey. It'll feel better that way."

"W-what? Oh, right." Mike said, tiredly.

"Let me help you with that." Stacy said, and then helped him unbutton and pull off his shirt. She returned to working his tired muscles, this time bare skin against bare skin. After a couple minutes she put her arms around him from behind and kissed the side of his neck. Then she whispered into his ear, "I know something that would really relax you." She got up from the couch and quickly stripped off her clothes.

Mike slumped back and watched with a tired smile on his face as Stacy pulled off his pants and boxer shorts and then crawled between his legs gently stroked his flaccid cock. As it began to stiffen, he sat up and tried to pull her forward so he could kiss her. But she pushed him back down, whispering, "It's OK. Just relax darling. Let me take care of everything." 

Stacy lowered her mouth over the head of his cock and began to suck lightly, flicking her tongue over it and tickling the tip of it. Mike's cock responded quickly to her expert attention, soon attaining its full length and hardness. Her hands were busy caressing his balls and stroking the shaft as she worked her magic tongue. Before long her head was starting to move up and down slowly, sucking lightly. Mike squirmed and moaned, "Please baby, let me taste you. It's been so long."

Stacy paused and looked up at him thoughtfully. "Don't move baby. We'll both enjoy this." She swiveled around -- positioned her pussy directly over top of Mike's face -- then surrounded the head of his cock again with her mouth. He groaned loudly and eagerly started to lap at her dripping pussy lips and swollen clit, surprising her with the enthusiasm of his efforts considering how tired he was. He sucked and licked and probed every crevice and fold of her throbbing cunt, eating her like a condemned man at his last meal, slowly savoring every morsel. 

She wrapped her lips around the fat head of his swollen cock, gently sucking and teasing it while enjoying the pleasure of his tongue. As Mike's passion for her cunt grew, Stacy began to swallow him whole, sliding her mouth up and down the full length of his rigid tool, sucking him with greater and greater intensity. She was only conscious of the pleasure now; the erotic sensation of his cock in her mouth; the sinful delight of his tongue in her pussy. 

Mike moaned deeply into her pussy, and Stacy felt him shudder. She could feel his orgasm building; a potent accumulation of sexual tension and physical stress threatening to gush forth, uncontrollable and explosive. The sheer anticipation of his impending climax abruptly triggered her own and she came so hard that she was momentarily dazed; overcome by ecstasy and blinded by flashes of color. Without realizing it, she pulled her mouth off of Mike's cock and gasped for breath as a powerful wave of pure pleasure surged through her entire body. 

Stacy snapped back to her senses when the first spurt from Mike's cock hit her in the chin, painting her neck and chest with a streak of hot, sticky cum. Before she could react, a second jet burst from the end of his cock, spattering her tits. She dove back downward, swallowing the end of his spewing organ, sucking and moaning as he continued to pump shot after shot of his man juice into her hungry mouth.

Then suddenly it was over. Stacy allowed Mike's softening cock to slip from her lips, and she slid around and lay on top of him, her head buried in his chest. After a moment Mike whispered, "That was fantastic. I have never done that before."

Stacy was puzzled, "Done what?"

"You know . . . the sixty-nine!"

"Really? I thought you were kidding about that. I guess you must have liked it because that was a really big load."

"Well, it has been five days since we made love . . ."

"Maybe I should make you wait more often . . . Wanna grab a shower or are you worn out?"

Mike grinned wickedly, suddenly filled with energy. "Oh, don't worry. After five days I am sure I have plenty in reserve."

An hour later, Mike was looking and feeling much better. A long, hot shower with Stacy had been just what he needed to loosen his tight muscles and lift his spirits, as well as lifting other things as well. He sat down to catch up on the sports news while Stacy started preparing dinner.

She called out, "So what was it that had you in such a funk before?"

Mike sighed, "Oh nothing really. My boss -- you know, Joe Campbell -- suggested that since I was the newest executive in the office, I should throw the Halloween party this year."

"Well, that's a good thing isn't it?"

"I don't think so. Joe won't even be here. He is taking his family to Hawaii. But apparently Mr. Ross -- the CEO -- is some kind of Halloween freak. Perez told me he spends thousands each year just decorating his house."

"So? It's no big deal."

"I think it is a big deal. Joe told Mr. Ross I would be happy to do it before he even asked me. How can I plan a party if I have to be in Chicago three or four days a week?"

Stacy laughed, "Have you ever heard of phones, faxes, and email? Honestly, Mike. Sometimes I think you must be from the Stone Age."

"Well, at least I made you laugh because there won't be any laughing if I throw this party."

Stacy said, "Mike, I don't understand what the problem is. Why don't you let me help you? I am great at parties."

Mike brightened, "Would you?" Then he said, "No, I couldn't ask you to do that."

"I'd love to. It'll be fun! First, we'll need a place. How many people would be coming?"

Mike thought for a minute, "Everyone on the executive floor and their partners, probably 30-40."

"No problem, we can have the party right here. Have you seen the party room downstairs?"

"Why here? Why not have it at the office?"

"Oh Mike. You really are naïve. The office is not intimate enough, and besides people will be dressed up. The party room has plenty of tables and chairs, plus a bar and a dance floor."

"Dance floor . . . I hadn't even thought about that . . . OK. You win."

"Now, when is the party supposed to be?"

Mike hesitated, "Next Friday."

"Next Friday? That's only a week away. We'll have to hurry. Have you thought about a costume?"

"Well, since I have been working out, I was thinking about Superman."

Stacy laughed, "Honey, you aren't ready for Superman. What do you think about the Dracula?"

Mike thought for a second, "Sure why not. I always love biting you on the neck. What would you be dressing as?"

"Oh, don't worry. We'll look great together. But I want it to be a surprise."

"Now that's not fair."

"Too bad . . . my party . . . my rules. We'll go and rent your costume first thing tomorrow before they are all gone. And we'll have a lot of shopping to do, so wear your sneakers."

Mike groaned, "Oh, great." With Stacy in charge, Mike knew it was certain to be a hectic week . . . 

Mike had to be in Chicago Tuesday through Thursday, so he had no choice but to leave everything up to Stacy. She spent all day on Sunday preparing invitations and told Mike to hand-deliver them on Monday as soon as he got to the office. She took her job to heart and came up with a great party plan, food, decorations, even some games and contests. She called her friends and quickly scored a caterer, bartender, and a DJ.

Mike left work early on Friday and headed straight home to dress. After he put on his costume, he walked over to Stacy's place, let himself in and called out, "Stacy, I'm here." 

Stacy came out of the bedroom, wearing a form fitting, slinky black dress, with a deep vee front that was open from her neck line almost to her navel. There were long slits up both sides of the dress allowing tantalizing peeks at her shapely legs and thighs. Her jet black hair -- Mike hoped it was a wig -- was long and shiny and her makeup was intentionally overdone giving her a distinctly slutty look.

Mike gasped, "My God Stacy, you look hot!"

"Thanks, that was the look I was going for. Do I really look like Elvira?"

"Uh, who is Elvira?"

"You know, mistress of the dark, plays scary movies late at night . . . "

"Never heard of her, but who cares. By the way, what keeps your tits from falling out?"

Stacy grimaced, "Some special glue. It is going to be a bitch to get off later."

"Oh, you didn't have to go so far."

"Mike, honey, you must know by now that I wanted to. I have been looking forward to wearing this outfit for a week. I know it is skimpy and slutty, but that is exactly why it is so thrilling. My panties would be soaking wet right now, if I was wearing any . . ."

Mike gulped, "No panties?" Then he laughed. "You always know how to surprise and amaze me. Please don't ever stop being who you are."

Stacy didn't know what to say. Sometimes Mike said the sweetest things, and didn't even realize it. Her voice choked up a bit. "We better get down to the party."

By the time they got downstairs everything was ready. The DJ was playing music and the bartender was all set up. The caterers had the food all laid out in cold platters and hot plates, and there were treats and little surprises scattered all about the room.

Mike grabbed a drink and waited by the door with Stacy to greet the guests as they arrived. Unexpectedly the first to arrive were Mr. Ross and his wife. Mr. Ross was quite tall, and was wearing his standard Frankenstein costume. His wife was also tall, about 5'8" but her 4" spiked heels made her a giant. She was dressed as a sexy bride of Frankenstein, with a plunging bust line and a stiff wig that added to her already impressive height.

"Stacy, this is Mr. Ross, our CEO and his wife Linda." Mike smiled.

Mr. Ross replied, "A pleasure to finally meet you Stacy. I feel like we are already good friends."

Stacy smiled and said sweetly, "It is a pleasure to meet you in person, Bill." Then she explained to Mike, "Since you were in Chicago most of the week, I called Mr. Ross to ask if he would donate some prizes for the party. We had a great chat, and he has graciously provided some fabulous gifts."

Mr. Ross laughed, "Hold on to this one, Mike. She is a charmer. I never had a chance." Then after a brief pause, "Linda, why don't you and Stacy get to know each other. I want to discuss some business with Mike."

"Of course dear," said Linda batting her heavily painted eyes.

Stacy watched the men walk off and then asked Linda, "Would you mind helping me greet the guests? I know it is an imposition, but it will give us a chance to chat."

Linda smiled, "Not at all Stacy. It'll be fun. Two sexy women like us, I am sure we can cause stir up trouble."

Stacy decided she liked Linda already. "How did you and Bill meet?"

"Same old story . . . I was his secretary when his first wife died. It took two years to get him to ask me out, but he finally did and eventually we got married. I still work there, but now I am in the marketing department. But at least Bill let me hire my own replacement. She is 60 years old and I think she used to be a drill sergeant." 

Stacy giggled, "Smart move."

Linda asked, "So, how did you meet Mike?"

Stacy laughed, "It was much easier than that. I live in the apartment right across from his. We saw each other around the complex, and he eventually asked me out."

Linda smiled, "Well that's our Mike. Slow but steady. Everyone at the office absolutely loves him; including my husband. He is always talking about Mike and how lucky we are he transferred here." She whispered in Stacy's ear, "I think he is going to promote him."

"Really? That is wonderful news," Stacy said.

"Well, don't get too excited. Things can change fast around the company. But Mike is really a solid, down to earth guy. I am sure he will do fine."

After a short pause Linda asked, "So is it serious between you and Mike?"

"Why do you ask?" 

"It's just that I've known Mike for long time -- you know -- from working at the same company. He is a really sweet guy, I would hate for him to get hurt again."

"Hurt? Again?" Stacy prompted.

"Sure, you must know how devastated he was after his divorce. That's one of the reasons he moved here. But if you ask me, it was for the best. He was too good for her."

Stacy hadn't realized that Mike had been so broken up by his divorce. He had said very little about his ex-wife. She smiled, "Well, I just adore him. And yes, I think we are pretty serious."

"That's good. At least you don't have to watch him every second like I do with my Bill. That man would chase the skirt off a Scotsman if given half a chance. But Mike is definitely a 'one woman man'; and honey, I think you might be the one. He talks about you all the time."

Stacy blushed. She had no idea felt that way about her. And things were getting pretty serious. Maybe it was time to take the next step, whatever that was. It was actually pretty rare these days to find a 'one woman man'.

Mr. Ross steered Mike over to the patio and outside. "First, let me say what a great job you are doing in Chicago. I know you realize what it means to the business, but I am not sure you realize how much we notice. I just wanted to thank you in person and let you know we are going to do everything we can to get them to relax that 'on site' crap. We need you here more than there."

"I would really appreciate that Mr. Ross."

"From now on you call me Bill. Besides, I would hate to see you lose that lovely lady on account of a stupid business deal. Life is too short."

"You are right, Mr. Ross. Uh, Bill. I really don't know what she sees in me, but I am very glad to have met her. You have no idea how she has changed my life. "

"Well, I have a couple ideas," he said leering a bit. "Here have a cigar."

They lit up and started to discuss the women. Bill said, "Yep, Linda changed my life too. The first time I went to bed with her nearly killed me. She is voracious . . . She wanted to blow me in the limo on the way over."

Mike choked on some smoke and thought, "Too much information." He smiled and said, "Linda is definitely a beautiful, smart lady."

"So is that Stacy of yours. I can't ever recall meeting anyone as persuasive, except of course Linda. Say, maybe we should turn the two of them loose on some of our customers! I am sure those two gals could really close some deals!"

"God help us if we did! We'd be working for them in a month."

Mr. Ross laughed, and then said, "We are having a board meeting and then a dinner party at my house in a couple weeks. I would love it if you would come and bring Stacy. I want to introduce you personally to all of the board members."

Mike smiled, "I would be honored, Bill. By the way, this is a great cigar."

"Yep, it sure is." He blew a large cloud out in front of him. "Too bad when I get back inside Linda will give me hell for smoking it. She thinks they are bad for me."

Mike could see Stacy waving them over. "Well maybe we better get back inside. Looks like quite a few people have arrived now."

Mr. Ross laughed, "Yep. I think this is gonna be one helluva party." He slapped Mike on the back and they headed back inside.

The party was in full swing and there was already a line at both the bar and at the buffet. The DJ was playing "Monster Mash" and a number of couples were already dancing. Mr. Ross grabbed Linda by the arm and steered her straight for the dance floor. 

Stacy pouted, "You and Bill talk sure took your time. Did you know that almost every man that walked into this room was eyeballing you guys instead of leering at me and Linda?"

"Ha, Ha, very funny. We didn't discuss much of anything. Just business and the Chicago deal. He asked if we could attend a dinner party at his house in a couple weeks. I hope you don't mind but I accepted for both of us."

"Oh Mike! Of course I don't mind. What a wonderful opportunity for you. But that is enough business for now. Let's mingle." 

Mike and Stacy toured the floor, mingling and handing out ballots so everyone could vote on the costume contest. The costumes were varied and creative. One couple was dressed as Salt and Pepper, and another couple was dressed as a Robin Hood and Marion. There was the usual collection of ghosts and goblins and witches and monsters. There were also a number of super heroes including one guy dressed as Superman; Mike was glad Stacy had talked him out of it because the guy looked ridiculous. 

After that they danced for while. Mike was a pretty good dancer as long as they stuck to the ballroom stuff. But he looked definitely uncomfortable trying anything modern. Eventually Bill Ross and Linda came over and they switched partners for a bit, after which they all took a break.

Mike said, "I need a drink. Can I get everyone something?"

Stacy said, "Sure, get me a white wine. I am going to powder my nose."

Linda said, "I'll go with you. Bill, you know what I want."

Bill said, "Yes I do dear. But I am not sure I can get it up with all these people watching!"

They all laughed and the girls headed off to the restroom. Bill headed over to the buffet and Mike joined the line at the bar. There were a number of his colleagues standing in a tight cluster next to the bar, and they waved Mike over after he got his dinks.

"So Mike, what were you and Bill discussing earlier?" asked Brian Hall. Brian was the head of finance, but had always struck Mike as a bit shifty and political. 

Mike answered quickly, "Oh nothing really. I was just updating him on the situation in Chicago."

"Are there any new problems developing? I heard they were a difficult client." 

"Nothing we can't handle."

"That's good. Did Bill mention anything about a new position? I heard a rumor he was considering naming an Executive VP for New Business Development. Of course the board will have to go along."

"No. He didn't mention anything to me." But the wheels started to grind in his head and he thought, "I wonder if that is why he wants me to meet the board."

Brian's snippy little assistant, George Emerson spoke up. "That girlfriend of yours is a real hottie. She looks very familiar. How did you meet her? Does she belong to the country club?"

Mike instantly suspected George was provoking him. He was pretty sure the little prick was a member of the club, and probably knew Stacy's ex-husband. George was obviously just looking for a way to exploit that little tidbit. Mike decided just to be upfront about it, and see what happened. "Stacy used to belong, before her divorce."

George said, "Oh. Yes of course. Now I remember her. Stacy Parker . . . I believe she was David Parker's second wife. I am sure the rumors about her can't be true."




An Autumn Encounter Ch. 10



Mike awoke to find Stacy's head lying on his chest, her arm draped lazily across his tummy. His left arm was wrapped firmly around her, pressing her warm, naked body tightly against his own. He loved waking up next to her like this, legs intertwined, naked flesh against naked flesh. Mike thought, "I wish I could spend just one more hour in bed with her." 

Unfortunately it was Monday and he had to go to work. Mike gently untangled himself from Stacy, slid out of bed, and stood up stretching. She stirred slightly and then sprawled across the bed, half uncovered, one perfect breast peeking out between her arm and the sheet. He chuckled softly as he walked into the bathroom to shave and shower, knowing she would probably sleep until he woke her. 

As he showered he started to think about his upcoming day at work. His schedule was light today, which was unusual for a Monday. Certainly, the few things he had to do could easily wait another day. He thought, "Why not take the day off?" Then just as quickly he discarded the idea. Mike Williams wasn't the sort who played hooky.

Stacy awoke with a start, realizing Mike wasn't in bed with her any more. The gentle, steady sound of the shower was somehow soothing, reminding her just how much she loved having a man around again, especially a sensitive, intelligent, cuddly guy like Mike. She smiled wickedly, almost purring like a contented kitten when she thought how good they were together sexually. On top of all that he was also honest, hard working, and successful. She just wished he would give himself a break once in a while and take a day off. 

She squinted at the clock and saw it was 6:30AM. Mike wouldn't be out of the bathroom for at least another twenty minutes. She had just enough time to make a couple phone calls.

Mike wrapped a towel around his waist and walked back into the bedroom. He quietly slid open the dresser drawer and was about to reach for a fresh pair of boxers when he heard a sultry voice behind him say, "Now just where do you think you are going, stud?"

He turned around slowly and saw Stacy lying on her side in the bed, her head propped up on one hand, her eyes glittering in the morning light, her beautiful breasts uncovered; the nipples were stiff and erect. Her free hand was hidden under the sheets, but Mike could see from the gentle undulations in the covers that she was obviously fingering herself.

Suddenly, he was extremely aware that all he was wearing was a towel. His breathing quickened and his penis began to thicken and grow. "Stacy, honey, we don't have time. I have to be at work by 7:30."

"Oh, we have plenty of time. I called your office and left a message telling them that you weren't feeling well."

"Y-you called my office?"

"Yes, I did. I also called my office and told them I was taking the day off. Now are you going to get back in this bed, or do I have to come over there and do something to convince you?" Stacy flipped back the covers and slid over making room for him.

"Screw the office," He said.

Mike dropped his towel and slid into the bed beside Stacy, quickly taking her into his arms and kissing her gently. She looked deeply into his eyes and said. "I love you so much. I don't want to share you with anyone, at least for one more day."

Mike eyes sparkled, "I love you too. You are the most beautiful, sexy woman on earth, and I can't imagine anything better than spending the day in bed with you."

"Oh, Mike. You say the most romantic things!" Stacy was touched. When Mike said something like that, it was always spontaneous, never contrived. And she never had any doubt that it came straight from his heart.

Mike asked, "But how did you know I wanted stay home with you today?"

Stacy smiled, "Great minds think alike. Now kiss me again!"

Mike kissed her again, this time harder and more passionately. His hands started to roam over her naked skin, touching her breasts, then her tummy, and then sliding lower to stroke the inside of her thighs. Stacy shuddered when his hand parted her legs and began to gently finger her already wet pussy; he knew just how and where to touch her. 

He started to suckle her breasts, pulling first one hard nipple and then the other between his lips, drawing more moans from her. "Your breasts are so perfect. I could do this for hours," Mike said, then swiped his tongue over a stiff nipple.

"Ohhh, that's nice. Oooooh. But I need more than that, lover!" Stacy giggled. She pulled him over on top of her and then gasped as the head of his stiff prick brushed across her excited pussy and slid over her swollen clit for a fleeting moment. 

"God! You make me so hot!" Stacy moaned.

Mike chuckled, "I know, darling. I know. And now I am going to show you how hot you make me."

He entered her slowly, inch by inch, savoring the intense heat and slippery wetness of her, reveling in the way her pussy enveloped his throbbing cock. Once he was fully embedded inside her, he kissed her deeply, passionately, longingly, lost in the sensation of her lips on his, her flesh against his flesh. Stacy wrapped her legs around him, holding him there, neither of them ready to move.

"Oh Mike! I love the feel of your cock inside me!" she whispered. 

They kissed again, locked in the grip of pure animal lust, another slow, deep, sensual kiss that seemed to go on and on. They clung tightly together, their bodies joined, their tongues probing and their hands gently caressing each other, hinting at pleasures yet to come. Somehow they were no longer individuals, they were simply one body, one purpose, and one soul, driven by desire and love for each other. 

Almost involuntarily they began to thrust, Mike's cock gliding slowly in and out of her wet pussy with ease. Stacy's hips rose to meet each of his thrusts, grinding her clit against his pubic bone as she pulled the full length of him deep inside. They were so familiar with each other that they quickly assumed a perfect rhythm, their bodies moving in tandem, each giving and receiving maximum pleasure. 

For minutes they continued moving together, hearts pounding, blood rushing; their overheated bodies awash in sweat. Stacy was moaning quietly in his ear and Mike was grunting with every thrust. Onward they drove, steadily and continuously, climbing together to higher and higher levels of ecstasy. Suddenly Stacy's eyes opened wide and she begged him.

"Oh, God, yes Mike! Fuck me. Fuck me with your hard cock! Fuck meeeee!" 

Slowly, the intensity of Mike's thrusts began to rise; deep, powerful strokes that made Stacy's body shudder with every impact. Her cunt felt like it was getting tighter and hotter by the second, squeezing his tortured rod until he felt like it was ready to burst. He continued to pound her relentlessly, ignoring his own growing need until it became almost unbearable. Slowly the tension and pressure in Mike's balls grew then spread throughout his groin until he knew he couldn't hold back any longer. He groaned loudly, "Oh God, Stacy, I am almost there."

"Me too baby! Me tooooooo!" Stacy cried out.

Even though they were both ready, it was still a surprise when they exploded together. Stacy screamed and clamped her legs tightly around him as her back arched and her body began to shudder uncontrollably. Mike reacted and drove his cock deep into her, his body shaking convulsively as his cock released a torrent of milky white cum into her waiting cunt. Their orgasms seemed to go on forever, his cock spewing inside of her, and her cunt muscles massaging every last drop from him, until neither of them had anything left to give. 

They collapsed together on the bed; their bodies still joined, feeling little aftershocks and basking in the warm glow of love for each other. For some time afterwards, Mike held Stacy close, staring tenderly into her eyes, kissing her gently, and toying with her hair; unwilling to let the moment pass.

"That was incredible," Stacy giggled, breaking the erotic spell. She was still a little short of breath. 

Mike rolled off of her and chuckled, "It sure was. My god, Stacy! I've never felt anything as good as the way I feel when we make love. You are fantastic."

Stacy smiled, "No. We are fantastic together, honey. It takes two you know, and you are a great partner."

Mike knew she was stroking his ego, but he didn't mind at all. "Well, I know one thing for sure. I could use some coffee. I think I'll go rustle up some."

Stacy sighed contentedly and smiled as she watched Mike pull on his robe and head for the kitchen. "How is it I took so long to find a man like him?" She mused. She was humming a happy tune as she walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

A few minutes later, Mike was just pouring the coffee when Stacy walked up behind him and put her arms around his waist. She was wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts; freshly showered she smelled fragrantly of soap and shampoo. "Mmmm, you smell better than this coffee. Are you hungry?" Mike asked.

Stacy purred, "Not really. Come back to bed Mike." She took him by the hand and led him into the bed room. Mike followed her willingly.

Mike kissed her then pulled the t-shirt up over her head. He quickly stripped off his own t-shirt and shorts, and they fell on the bed and kissing fiercely. His cock was already growing and stiffening as he quickly attacked her breasts, suckling them hungrily until she began to moan and beg wantonly. 

He slid lower, placing gentle, little kisses slowly down her torso until he reached her sweet mons. When he extended his tongue and slid it the full length of her slit, she cried out in ecstasy. Mike loved to eat Stacy's pussy; the exotic taste of her juices, the distinctly feminine aroma, and the silky, soft texture of her smoothly shaved lips all exited him intensely. He knew just how to long to tease her, and exactly how to drive her to mind blowing orgasms.

He ate her lovingly, hungrily, and ferociously, until she succumbed, arching her back and crying out, "Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhh!" Stacy was still whimpering and shuddering from her powerful climax when she pushed his face away from her tormented cunt and looked down at him with a sinfully wicked look on her face.

Mike had seen that look before, "What? What are you thinking now?"

Stacy just rolled over onto her tummy and pushed her butt slightly up into the air.

Mike gulped, "You don't really want me to do that? Do you?"

"Why not? My friend Helen says she does it all the time and she loves it."

"You actually talk about that kind of stuff with your friends?"

"Of course. We girls gab about everything."

Mike thought for a second. It was such a dirty, forbidden thing -- something he had only read about -- but he was actually very excited by the idea, so excited that his hard cock was starting to throb painfully.

Mike asked, "Have you ever done it?"

Stacy's eyes gleamed. "Anal Sex? No. It is one thing I have never experienced. You will be my first."

Mike grinned, "Really? OK . . . but only if you are really sure!"

"Yes, I am sure. I want to do it, and I want it to be with you." She reached into her nightstand and pulled out a tube of lubricant.

"I am not sure I know what to do," said Mike.

"Helen says the secret is using lots of lube. First, lube me up and use just one finger, then later you can try another. Don't worry, I'll tell you if it hurts." Stacy pushed her ass a little higher in the air and wiggled it suggestively.

Mike was a little unsure, but squirted out a good sized blob of the slippery liquid and slathered it between her cheeks. Then he started to gently probe her anus with a single finger. He was pleasantly surprised when it slipped easily into her ass. Stacy moaned and pushed back against his hand, forcing his finger all the way inside her. 

"Oooooh, that feels good. Slide it in and out a little. Ahhhh, that's it."

Mike started to slowly thrust his finger in and out, wiggling it around a bit. Stacy cooed, "Mmmm, that's good."

After a minute or so, he added some more lube and then slid another finger into her puckering hole. Stacy gasped, and started to moan, soft little "mmmms" with every stroke of his fingers. Mike started to build a rhythm, using his fingers the same way he hoped to use his cock. After several more minutes, he added a third finger. Soon after he gradually felt her relax and his fingers began sliding easily in and out. 

Stacy ground her ass against his thrusting fingers, moaning loudly, "Mmmm, Oh! Mmmm, Oh! Oh God! I think I'm ready now. Give me your hard cock. I want to feel it inside me."

Mike used his free had to squirt a glob of lube onto his throbbing cock but he was so nervous that he squeezed too hard. A generous stream of lube coated his cock and dripped onto the bed. He spread it liberally over the full length of his shaft, then applied some more to his thrusting fingers. A moment later her removed his fingers and positioned himself with his cock poised at her rear entrance.

"Are you sure Stacy? We don't have to do this."

"Oh, I am sure big boy! Stick that big hard cock in me and fuck my ass baby!"

Mike gritted his teeth and pressed his hard cock against the now slippery opening. It took a little more effort than he anticipated but it slowly started to slip in. With a soft "plop", the fat head abruptly slid past the stiff ring of muscle guarding her anus and into the hot slippery tunnel. 

"Oh gawd! It feels SO BIG! Go slow baby. Let me get used to it." 

Mike just held still for a moment, waiting for her to relax again. After a short wait, Stacy started pushing back against him and he watched in awe as his cock slowly disappeared into her ass. Once she had as much as she could take, she stopped and said, "Oh my God. I never knew it could feel this good. Now fuck me baby. Fuck me like a dirty little slut! Go ahead, you know you want to."

He was surprised and instantly excited by her dirty talk. He slowly pulled his cock back and then slid it forward, penetrating her again. Stacy grunted as he repeated the slow thrust several more times. Eventually she started to move with him, forcing more of his slippery tool inside her tight tunnel. After about a minute, Mike paused to add a little more lube, and then started moving his hips in a steady rhythm. 

Mike couldn't believe it was happening. He was utterly fascinated as he watched his cock repeatedly disappear then reappear from Stacy's beautiful, tight ass. Even more exciting was the way she kept grinding her hips frantically and quivering her ass cheeks every time he plunged his ramrod into her hole. "You are such a dirty girl. Do you like feeling my big cock in your ass?" Mike said, mimicking her dirty language. 

"Mmmm . . . Ahhh. Yesss, that's it. Punish my dirty, slut ass. Oh gawd, it feels sooo good!"

Mike was still being careful. He was nervous and even a little afraid he was going to hurt her. But Stacy's ass was so tight and so hot, that he just couldn't help pushing a little deeper and thrusting a little faster. Suddenly Stacy moaned wildly and slid a hand down to her pussy, shoving two fingers inside and rubbing her thumb against her clitoris. Instantly she became even more vocal, urging him on with more dirty talk.

"Oh fuck! Oh gawd! Ungh! Fuck me hard, baby. Aaagh! That's it. Treat me like a dirty slut. Ungh! Fuck my tight ass. Oh gawd. It feels soooooo goooood!"

Mike noticed his cock was gradually slipping deeper into her with every thrust. In reaction his excitement surged and he began to fuck her faster and harder. Before long his cock was penetrating to the hilt on every thrust; the sensation felt like her pussy, only tighter and hotter. Stacy continued to finger herself, tits bouncing wildly, head swaying from side to side in time with the pounding of his hard cock. It wasn't long before he felt his balls begin to boil and he knew his orgasm wouldn't be far behind. From the way his cock seemed to be swelling inside her, he was pretty sure Stacy could feel it, too.

"OH GOD! UNNGH! LIKE THAT! AAAAGH! HARDER! HARDER! OH! OH! OOOOOOH!"

Suddenly Stacy threw her head back screamed wildly as her orgasm overtook her, "OHHHHH GAAWWDD! AAAAAAHHHHH!" She bucked and heaved, grinding her ass against his still thrusting cock. "OH YESSSS! Cum in me, baby! Shoot your hot cum in my slut ass!" she squealed and shuddered. 

Mike shoved his cock deep inside her pinning her down onto the bed and groaned, "AAHHHHHH". His raging cock unloaded and sprayed a thick, hot stream of cum deep into her quivering ass. Stacy wailed "OOOOOOH!" and her ass clenched down tight, holding him firmly inside as his cock spurted several more times. When he was finally spent, he flopped forward onto her back, kissing her neck gently until his softening cock slipped gently free. 

They turned towards each other and embraced, waiting for their hearts to stop racing. Mike looked deeply into her eyes, kissed her tenderly then whispered, "Stacy, I love you so much. You have become my every fantasy. I think about you all the time when we are apart, and I treasure every minute when we are together. I can't imagine my life without you."

Stacy looked up at Mike. Her throat felt tight and there were tears were welling up in her eyes, "Oh Mike, honey, I love you too. I feel so happy when we are together; it makes me want to be with you all the time." She kissed him and hugged him tightly. 

Mike paused, thinking for a moment then blurted out. "Why don't we move in together? That way we can be together as much as possible."

Stacy grinned, a wide toothy smile, "Huh? What brought that on?"

"Why not? Living next door each other is fine, but I need more. I want to wake up next you to every day. I want to share more than good times and great sex. I want to share our lives. What do you say?"

"Mike, I love you dearly, and I will do anything to make you happy. So, where will we live? Your place or mine?"

"Ah, so now you're turning practical on me?"

"It seems like a reasonable question." 

"OK, simple logic. Right now it has to be your place, because together we have too much stuff for this place. But, I have another idea that I think you will like even better?"

Stacy snuggled up against him and cooed, "Ooooh. Tell me more." 

Mike pulled her close and kissed her. "I have always wanted to build a house. You know; a custom house of my own design. That's what I want us to do -- together. Let's build a house!"

Stacy thought for a moment, "Oh Mike! What a fantastic idea!"

"I thought you would see it that way. We'll do it together. You and I . . . and we will need an architect, of course. I have a feeling that you will be great at this. You have such an eye for style and you are such a good planner."

Stacy pushed Mike flat onto his back and slid over, straddling him. "You are such a flatterer. That must be why I love you so much." She leaned down and kissed him, then started planting little kisses down his neck and slowly across his chest, still talking as she did so. "First we need to find some property . . . I know some great spots . . . then we need to find just the right architect . . . I bet Bill Ross knows someone. We should ask him . . . What about a general contractor?"

Mike laughed, "Fine. I can see you are getting the hang of this already."

Stacy smiled, "Hmmm, and I think I see a tool I can use."

Mike said, "Yep, give it some time and it will be hard as a hammer and ready to nail you!" 

Stacy cooed, "Ooooh, I can't wait!"



An Autumn Encounter Ch. 11



Stacy wandered around Mike's almost empty apartment, organizing the few remaining things into boxes for storage. Mike and two of his friends from work had spent most of the evening moving his furniture into storage and his big screen TV over to Stacy's place. Now Mike had run off to the local sports bar to 'thank' his friends with dinner and some beers. 

Since they were now living together, they had decided to sell Mike's place to get some cash for the house they wanted to build. It would only fetch enough for a down payment, but it was a start. Just a couple days earlier Stacy had found the perfect lot, and soon they would be the proud owners of a several vacant acres on a forested hill overlooking a golf course and a small lake. It was actually quite spectacular at sunset.

Stacy rummaged in the hall closet, clearing out the remaining junk; mostly just jackets and sweaters. On a shelf she found a small wooden box marked 'Deutsche Optik' and two piles of magazines, 'Sports Illustrated' and 'Business Week'. "Well, the magazines can go in the trash", she thought. Then she opened the wooden box and found Mike's binoculars.

Stacy smiled and took the binoculars out of the box. They were quite heavy and somewhat larger than she had imagined. She walked over to the balcony and focused them on her apartment, curious to experience the perspective that Mike had of her place. The fine German lenses were powerful and she was surprised by the level of detail they revealed. 

She giggled, "my goodness no wonder he got so turned on," thinking back to that night a couple months ago when she had stripped naked in front of her bedroom window, knowing Mike was watching her from this very spot. It had been an incredibly erotic experience for both of them and had ultimately brought them together as a couple.

Stacy allowed the binoculars to drift slowly, scanning the other windows on that side of the building. Most were dark, or were curtained, but the apartment two floors directly below hers caught her attention. It was brightly illuminated and the curtains were open. She had met the two young women who lived there a couple times and had wondered if they were gay. They were in their mid-twenties, very friendly, and always seemed to go everywhere together. 

Stacy panned around the room and didn't see the girls anywhere. "The lights are on so they must be there," she thought. She tried to recall their names; Robyn was the dark haired one and Erin was the redhead. They both had smoking hot bodies, tall and slender, with big boobs and long sexy legs. Stacy envied them for a moment, recalling how easy it had been to look that good when she was that young.

Suddenly Erin walked into view talking to a man Stacy had never seen before. He was tall, olive skinned, well groomed, and his clothes looked stylish and clearly expensive. His build looked trim and muscular even under his clothes. Stacy thought, "He looks good enough to be a model."

Stacy started to put the field glasses away, but curiosity got the better of her. There was something distinctly naughty about peeking at people who didn't know they were being watched. She realized she was definitely getting turned on as she watched and wondered what was going to happen next.

When she looked through the glasses again, Erin and the man were standing up, kissing passionately. There was a large, high-backed chair in the way so Stacy couldn't see much below their waist, but his hands were clearly roaming all over her body and she was obviously enjoying it. "Well, now I know she isn't gay," Stacy reflected.

Stacy's heart was pounding when she looked through the lenses again. By then the couple had moved away from the chair and now were in plain view. Most of Erin's clothes were already in a pile on the floor and the man was helping her undo her bra. She had a fabulous body; flaming red hair, milky white skin, shapely hips, and very large breasts. They had to be at least 36D. "Probably fake," thought Stacy. Erin stepped out of her panties and Stacy saw that the lips of her completely hairless pussy already looked swollen and excited.

Once Erin was completely nude, they started to kiss again and soon the man was slobbering all over Erin's massive tits. After a minute or so, Erin turned her back to him and he continued to fondle her big boobs as he kissed her neck and rubbed her pussy. Then he reached down and picked up something from the table and wrapped it around Erin's head. 

"He's blindfolding her," Stacy realized. Again the man reached down and this time he picked up something shiny. Erin put her hands behind her back and Stacy saw that he was also handcuffing her.

Stacy's pussy had already been feeling warm, but when she saw Erin kneel in front of the man, her pussy really stared to throb and feel wet. When she looked back through the lenses, she saw that the man was now taking off his clothes. He turned his back to the window and tossed his shirt onto the couch and started to undo his slacks. He wasn't wearing any underwear and when he turned around again, Stacy saw that he was indeed very well muscled -- highly developed arms, a sculpted chest, really flat abs, and a very long cock. "Hmmm, this could get interesting," thought Stacy.

Stacy's eyes were riveted to the scene unfolding before her. Erin held her head still, as the man slowly stroked his cock and rubbed it all over her face and lips. In less than a minute it was fully erect and ready for action. Stacy unconsciously licked her lips thinking, "Long but not too thick . . . definitely manageable."

The mystery man said something, and Erin opened her mouth. Then he slipped the head of his long tool between her waiting lips and just held it there. Stacy could see Erin's tongue swirling and slobbering all over the head. Slowly he began to move his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth, gradually deeper and deeper with every thrust. Erin was soon swallowing most of his lengthy rod. 

The mystery man wasn't even looking at Erin as he fucked her mouth. He seemed to be focused on something else across the room, but Stacy couldn't see what he was looking at. Suddenly he stopped thrusting, grabbed Erin by her thick, red hair, and forced all of his hard cock deep into her throat. He just held her there with his cock buried in her throat for a good 10 seconds, then pulled out. Stacy could see Erin's chest heaving and the saliva dripping from her chin as she gasped for breath. She could almost hear the man's laughter as he grabbed her hair again and forced his stiff prick back down her throat again.

Stacy gasped, unsure whether or not she should do something. Erin didn't seem to be struggling, but it did look pretty rough. Suddenly, Stacy detected a movement off to one side. She swung the binoculars over and saw Robyn standing there with a video camera, taping the whole scene. "Wow! She must have been there the whole time!" thought Stacy. 

When Stacy panned back, she saw that Erin was now bent over an ottoman, and the mystery man was forcefully pounding her from behind. Robyn moved in closer and started shooting a great close up of his long cock sliding in and out of Erin's bare pussy. After about 30 seconds, Robyn stopped shooting and then bent down and said something to Erin. Then she kissed her, long and sensuously.

Abruptly the man stopped and withdrew his cock from Erin's hot pussy. He just stood there stroking the long rod, smiling as Robyn moved in for another close up. Erin slid off the ottoman still kneeling, and turned to face him, mouth open and tongue outstretched. His hand started to move faster and faster, then without warning his cock erupted, spewing a jet of creamy, white semen several feet into the air, landing in Erin's hair and spattering her back. Stacy watched in awe as the man pumped his cock and blasted out spurt after spurt of thick white goo, coating Erin's face and shoulders. Finally, his orgasm subsided, but he lazily kept stroking his cock, until seemingly every last drop had oozed out and onto Erin's outstretched tongue. 

Stacy took the binoculars from her eyes and blinked, astonished and incredibly excited by what she had just seen. When she looked over at the apartment again, the mystery man had moved over was sitting on the sofa, still stroking his half hard cock. Robyn was shooting an extreme close up of Erin's face.

When she was finished shooting, Robyn put down the camera and gently wiped Erin's face clean with a towel. Then she undid Erin's blindfold, unlocked the handcuffs, and helped Erin to her feet. The two girls embraced and started to kiss. Erin helped Robyn shed her sweater and sweatpants and then they kissed again, long and passionately, like lovers. The mystery man just sat there stroking his cock, watching the two girls and smiling. 

"What next?" Stacy wondered. She put her hand between her legs and found she had soaked completely through her panties and her pants as well. 

Unable to look away, Stacy watched as the man lay down on the sofa and Erin got between his legs. She started sucking his cock again, this time grasping it with both hands as she bobbed her head up and down. Robyn walked over next to the man's face and bent over and kissing him as he fondled her tits and cunt. Unexpectedly, Robyn climbed up on the sofa and straddled his face. "Oh my God!" thought Stacy, "He is gonna do both of them at the same time!" 

For the next few minutes Robyn writhed and squirmed on Macho Man's face -- Stacy had now nicknamed him -- and Erin just kept sucking his cock and deep throating him. Then Erin climbed onto the man's cock and started to ride him. Robyn turned around so that she and Erin were face to face, and they started kissing. It looked like Macho Man was now licking Robyn's ass as well as her cunt.

Stacy cunt was throbbing and so overly excited that she could feel her juices running down her legs. She desperately wanted to put her hand into her panties and stroke herself, but she needed both of them to handle the heavy binoculars. 

Next the threesome changed positions so that the two women were in a lesbian '69', with Robyn on top and Erin on the bottom. For several minutes they ate each tenderly other while Macho Man just sat there and stroked his long cock. Then he moved up behind Robyn and pressed his long, hard cock against her. Her head snapped up from Erin's pussy and she grimaced. Macho Man slowly slid his cock into her, a little at a time. Once he was about halfway in, he started to move his hips, gradually inserting his cock a little deeper with each thrust. Suddenly it dawned on Stacy that he was fucking Robyn's ass, not her pussy.

Macho Man was really starting to pound Robyn's pretty ass as she buried her face again in Erin's bare cunt. It looked like Erin was still trying to eat Robyn's pussy, but it was hard to tell. All of a sudden Erin arched her back, and started thrashing about on the couch. She was obviously cumming; and cumming hard! Robyn pulled her head up from Erin's heaving snatch and started thrashing her head violently, and it looked like she was cumming too.

Finally, Macho Man stopped pounding Robyn's ass and withdrew his cock. He started stroking it as both girls slid over in front of him, kissing each other. A few seconds later he let fly with another massive load of cum. It wasn't as big as his first load, but it was still plenty and he easily spattered both girls' chests with globs of sticky, white man juice.

Stacy's legs were weak and her heart was beating so hard that she was sure it was going to explode if she didn't calm down. She slid to the floor and dropped the binoculars. Closing her eyes, she slipped her hand into her pants, and started to stroke herself heatedly. She could still see Macho Man pounding Robyn's hot ass; his long cock glistening as it slid in and out. Thankfully, her orgasm came quickly; her body shaking and her legs snapping together as she let out a long wail of relief.

Stacy put the binoculars back where she had found them and then walked back to her place to clean herself up and change clothes. Mike was bound to be back soon and although she didn't feel like she had done anything wrong, it might be difficult to explain. One thing was for sure, Stacy now understood how Mike had felt that night he watched her. She was just coming out of the bedroom when she heard the door open. 

"Stacy honey, I'm back."

Stacy walked over and put her arms around him. "Did you and your friends have a good time?"

"Yes we did. Sorry I was gone so long, but the boys wanted to play some pool." Mike grinned evilly and said, "I think I would rather have been here playing with you."

"Mmmmm, that sounds nice." She kissed him wantonly, and then said, "Why don't we go in the bedroom and discuss it? Oh, by the way, do you own a video camera?"



An Autumn Encounter



Determined not to miss this opportunity, he asked, "Why don't you let me thank you by taking you to dinner tonight?"

She thought for a second and then surprised him by saying, "That would be real nice Mike." Then she continued, "But instead of going out, why don't you let me make you dinner here? I love to cook, but I never get the chance any more."

Mike hesitated, "Oh, you don't have to go to all that trouble."

"It would be my pleasure." She responded, her voice a silky purr. "I am sure we will both enjoy it. You can bring the wine."

Mike gladly relented, "Great! I'll see you tonight then."

Stacy grinned, "8 o'clock sharp." Then she took the basket from his hands and closed the door. "I knew I could get him to ask for a date!" She thought triumphantly. Then she picked up the phone, called the office, and told them she wouldn't be in today. She had a lot of preparing to do.

Mike's heart was pounding as he walked back to his place. He didn't know where this was going to lead, but he couldn't wait for tonight to come.