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Letting Go Ch. 01

By: Scootertales



She was raised in a conservative home in a rural part of Virginia, and the lessons of restraint, modesty and social propriety were still very much a solid part of her psyche after more than 20 years of marriage, and in spite of my desires for her to let her hair down once in a while.

Leslie and I had a good sex life before this night, don't get me wrong. And in her 40's, she still turns heads with her devastatingly friendly and innocent smile, her size 6 figure and wonderful feminine charm. It's just that sex for her was always something reserved for behind closed doors, to be enjoyed totally out of sight and mind of anyone else. Rarely would she show or appreciate any affection in public beyond holding hands or a quick, adoring peck, on the lips if I was lucky. The idea of letting on to anyone else that she enjoyed sex - which she did, immensely - was simply gross to her.

On our little jaunts each year for a few days away from children and home, a time or two I had managed to coax her into discreetly flashing me her perfect 36B's in some dark corner of a restaurant or to take her top off on a secluded stretch of beach - but only when she was sure that there was an impossibility of anyone seeing her. Once, on the Outer Banks of North Carolina, I even managed to get her to go nude on one of those vast stripes of wilderness beach, with not a soul in sight north or south as far as the eye could see, or behind us in the layer of dunes between us and the empty parking area 1/4 away.

But within me there has always been this inexplicable desire to show her off. I would try to satisfy myself in noting the shape of her breasts when she wore the few articles of clothing that would allow more graphic appreciation, and the snug jeans she was prone to wear as she went about her daily chores. And of course, though I had my favorite swimwear, regardless of what she wore when she went swimming, it was impossible for her to hide her beauty in the tight fabric; those days were too few and far between, but nevertheless quite memorable and pleasing to me.

It never quite did satisfy, even though it was at least a chance to quietly lust after her, and hope that other men were, too. Gradually, through the years, I noticed that she would pack her sexier things - relative to what she would normally wear, but pretty tame for many women - for our summer getaways without my having to remind her. Slowly, she had come to at least expect to make this sort of effort to catch my eye, if not also enjoy it; in recent years, she had said several times, quietly and with some embarrassment, that she even felt sexy doing it.

In the meantime, our lovemaking had become more enjoyable as she learned to relax and anticipate its pleasures. I could tell that she looked forward to it, and as that became apparent, I became less frantic in the sometimes weeks that would pass between our passionate encounters after our teens had finally gone to bed; I learned that giving her the freedom from pressure aroused true sexual feeling in her for me. There were times when we both marveled at the intensity of her orgasms.

So we both had smiles on our faces last summer when we made reservations for August at an inn on the Eastern Shore. The inn was one of those old Victorian homes that a retired couple fixed up, a beautiful place with a broad porch and lots of tucked away rooms overlooking a marina. Our practice on our retreats together had become to spend at least the first third of our time - this time it was for four nights - flirting with one another, albeit according to the same strict rules as always when in public. We would try to wait until the last night to consummate the romance we had built up.

But this August, I noticed something a little different. The first night we had a nice seafood dinner at the marina restaurant, followed by a slow, romantic walk around the little town, window shopping at the now-closed stores in the old buildings along the main drag. As we walked, we chatted pleasantly, holding hands. She wore a summer dress, conservative, of course, but one that had an air of flirtatiousness, falling about mid-thigh, one that she knew was one of my favorites, and she one that she felt feminine and good in. Its turquoise color brought out the blonde highlights in her hair, cut neck length with the front falling playfully over her right eye, showing off the nape of her neck and her alluring eyes and cheek bones. With my arm around her as we peered into windows, I could feel her string bikini panties - racy for her - and I enjoyed the shape of her hip, letting my hand slide low occasionally since there wasn't the usual boundary drawn by a belt around her waist.

I could tell she was enjoying my closeness and attention. There was the way she pressed gently back into me as we looked at antiques and knick-knacks in the dim light; normally, she would have not have reciprocated. There was the way she would slide her arm around me, returning my embrace, and how she wouldn't let go as one of the few cars would pass; she even held it as we happened upon a shop owner sweeping his entry way after, he said, finishing up some after-hours paperwork.

And then she surprised me, leading me into a dark, recessed doorway, pulling me close, her arms around me neck, kissing me wetly and passionately. I let out a surprised, quiet moan, and she purred in return, our tongues sliding and wrestling in desire. I lost track of time, but it was a long embrace that she did not let go of even as we heard a couple talking as they got into a car in a lot across the street. Soon we were both breathing heavily, and I, for one, was dizzy, and thrilled by a sudden and delicious erection, obvious because I was wearing boxers and pleated dress pants. As we turned to continue our walk, she brushed the protruding material with her hand and smiled as I whispered a breathy, "Thank you!"

I was surprised that she was okay with my continuing on in that condition, since it was so obvious, and frankly, I wasn't so sure about it myself. But since the street was so empty, it being past 10:30 p.m. by now, I figured it was safe. Our slow walk continued, and we found more dark corners to steal away to for moments of pure passion. Even in the dim light, I noticed that her nipples were perking through the thin fabric of her dress; she was apparently wearing one of her lacy bras. I was marveling at her confidence and forward advances; I was in heaven!

As we arrived at the inn, there was another couple about our age sitting on the front porch. I let Leslie walk ahead of me to hide my arousal; being the friendly soul she is, she stopped to chat with them, much to my momentary horror considering my condition, but I quickly realized I could stand a little behind her as we chatted, one hand on her hip, feeling the string of her panties through the fabric of her dress. The other couple seemed friendly enough, although my mind was elsewhere and I remember nothing from the conversation, which lasted several minutes. 

Our room was on the second floor, where there was also another porch above the one where the couple was sitting. It was accessed via the second floor hallway. After I splashed some water on my face in our room's bathroom, Leslie suggested I go sit out on the second floor porch in one of the adirondack chairs while she freshened up from our walk, and she would meet me on the porch. I readily agreed, since it was a beautiful night that I certainly did not want to end any time soon.

I was shocked in the most agreeable way when she opened the door to join me on the porch. The light from the hallway shown through the thin white cotton of the delicate floral print Crabtree & Evelyn nightgown she'd changed into, outlining the shape of her hips and her breasts, free of the earlier encumbrance of the bra as she turned to close the door. I had bought the nightgown for her the previous summer, on one of our jaunts, and it instantly recalled her heartfelt gratitude for it and her comments about how sexy she felt in it. She certainly was sexy in it! The spaghetti straps showed off her shoulders front and back - a woman's bare shoulders are so irresistible! Her nipples stood out as her breasts strained against the cloth, a gorgeous sight in the subdued glow from the light in the front yard, and the moon, which had just peeked out from behind a cloud.

My erection, which had quieted only slightly while waiting for her, burgeoned once again. "Hi! Is this seat taken?" she said flirtatiously as she lowered herself onto my lap. I could not speak, I was so pleasantly stunned. She sat sideways, drawing her knees up toward me, giving me a glorious place to rest my hand and plenty of leg and thigh to gawk at. She put her right arm around the back of my neck, so that her breasts were at eye level in front of me.

After gazing out at the sleepy town before us, she looked down at me and gently, ever so slowly, bent down her face to mine. I could feel the warmth of her breath as she paused, and with her left hand, began to caress my left cheek. The kiss was beyond words, so sultry, passionate and full of sex. We kissed for a beautiful eternity, and as we did so my eyes would flicker open to take in her beauty and the incredible situation. She turned her torso toward me now, holding my face in both of her hands as our tongues wrapped around each other; the straps on her gown had fallen off her shoulders, revealing a full view down her nightgown at her breasts. Beyond her, through the railing, I could see the couple we'd talked to earlier, at the corner of the yard on the sidewalk by the street - going out for a walk of their own, I presumed - turned toward the house, apparently watching us. 

I could feel the desire pouring forth from Leslie, and I met hers with my own. I began to kiss down her neck, and she straightened her back to raise her breasts to me as I slid her straps below her elbows. A glance toward the street proved my earlier suspicion, that we were being watched. I knew that because of the dim light and the railing, they could only guess what exactly was happening besides the obvious fact that we were rounding third base. The light from inside the window behind me was stunning on Leslie's breasts, and as I began to flirt with her right nipple with my tongue, I looked up into her face, seeing her eyes were closed in rapturous delight, a smile on her face.

Now she straddled me in the chair, breasts hanging seductively as she leaned over me to kiss me again. I pulled at her nightgown and raised it up so I could reach her butt with no restrictions, except for the same string panties she was wearing earlier. They were our mutual favorites, white with an embroidered flower off center on the front panel; she also had a matching purple pair, which I hoped I would see later in the week. They fit snugly, with only inches of coverage in front, and a classic fit in back. 

Another glance out front, and I did not see the couple. No matter, I was almost undone with desire now anyway, audience or not. I love to feel Leslie's ass. It is one of her own features she likes, and one of the keys to unlocking her sexual desire. When I give it proper attention, it becomes difficult for her to turn back. So I began kneading its luscious curves, and she responded with a deep sigh.

Suddenly, she startled, almost violently, and with a gasp. With strained alarm, she hoarsely spat, "There's someone in the hall!" With that she spun and leapt off of me, ducking and lunging for another chair, pulling her nightgown back up to cover herself. Then she sat with her arms folded across her, a hand over her mouth, eyes as large as the the moon that lit her beautiful, terrified, embarrassed face.

I sat in stunned silence, my head spinning, my erection throbbing, out of breath and feeling almost nauseous at the sudden change of events. She remained still except to glance periodically over the window sill to see if our audience had gone on their way or were about to burst through the door.

"Ohhh!" was all I could think as I sat there, my mind reeling with disappointment and how to get the ball rolling again. But I could tell the mood was gone. So I reached over and lovingly held her hand, reassuring her that certainly they didn't see a thing, except two people in love, if anything at all. This calmed her slightly. I stood, opened the door and went into the hallway to get my bearings on what they may have seen. Because of the angle of view through the glass porch door from the top of the stairs, they surely did get a pretty view, if they were looking for us. I wondered if it was the couple we'd seen earlier - had they come for a closer look? I went back out on the porch, and, urging Leslie to come inside to our room, reassured her that it was too dark for them to have seen anything, privately rejoicing that they had, indeed. I felt bad for the white lie, but I knew I needed to calm her. As we hurried to our room, she glanced over her shoulder to look for herself. "Oh my gosh ..." she said, drifting off.

While the mood was good to finish what we'd started, I could tell that It wasn't complete horror that she was feeling at the possibility of having been watched in the throes of passion. There was a different light in her eyes that night as we snuggled in bed before turning off the light to go to sleep. Surely, our interruption had doused her desire with cold water for the moment, and I showed her my usual respect in not pressing even a private interlude safe in our room with her. But the coals were still burning within her, I could tell. I kissed her on the cheek, whispering my adoration of her, and turned off the light, and we drifted off to sleep blissfully. 

Letting Go Ch. 01



She felt a lump rise in her throat as she walked towards the door of the clothing store where she now worked. Sara had recently joined the plus size franchise Savi. She was beginning to feel comfortable working there as a plus sized young woman herself. She found that she enjoyed the atmosphere in the store. 

Inside the trendy boutique she felt at home among her co-workers whose bodies resembled her own. This morning however, that sense of comfort was wearing away as she heard quiet laughter from the gentleman's store directly across from her store's entrance. 

The two stores were situated in the Palazzio Mall and while Savi catered to plus sized women's fashion, Brionni was an upscale store dedicated to the distinguished business man. From what she assessed, the men working there were mostly Caucasian, clean cut and very well spoken. On occasion she would glance inside, never giving a thought to actually entering the domain of the gorgeous alpha males.

"There she is!" someone whispered.

She didn't want to look, but she did anyway knowing that she might regret doing this. Brionni was opening for the day ahead and at the entrance stood three men in conversation. They had been staring at her. She quickly looked away. That uneasy feeling was returning. Her life thus far had not been an easy nor positive one. She had been bullied and ridiculed all her life, because of her weight. 

She had to endure being called fatty, ugly, huge bitch and other derogatory names by family, peers and strangers alike. It was very painful to go through all of this and as a result of the abuse, she closed herself off from dating and even conversation with her family.

It was all happening again when she least expected it, and her face was inflamed with embarrassment. She felt tears welling up in her eyes, but she held them at bay. 

She didn't want them to see her break down, even though behind the exterior her heart was breaking. She wanted to disappear and never come back.....but she couldn't do that. Not now. She took a deep breath and tried to ignore the 3 pairs of eyes watching her. She entered her store and forced herself to not think about what had just happened.

"Good morning honey. Is something wrong?" asked her manager Louise.

"Good morning. I'm alright, just a bit under the weather this morning." said Sara, forcing a smile.

"Are you sure? You look a bit flushed. Is it a fever?"

"Oh I'll be alright, I just need a drink of water." she said heading for the break room.

"Alright honey, you're early so just use that time to get yourself together. If you need anything let me know." Louise smiled.

Sara made her way down the stairs towards the break room. She was the only one there and she was glad. She didn't want any of the other girls asking her why she looked so down on this beautiful morning. She quickly entered the bathroom and let her tears go. She was crushed. She didn't know why so many people found her appearance so offensive. 

She had become more health conscious as the years went by and was determined to become fit. Unfortunately, progress was slow and no one could tell that she was trying hard to take care of her body. Most assumed that she was an out of control glutton at 260 lbs.

She stopped herself from crying. This episode would continue after work in the privacy of her room. She dried the sides of her face and was happy for the fact that she didn't like wearing eye make-up. Her face would have been an inky mess from the river of tears. She walked towards the mirror and looked at herself. 

Staring back at her was a young woman of 29, 5'7 in height, with large shapely breasts and a slightly protruding belly. She looked very smart in the slimming black dress and silver drop earrings. Her hair, dark brown and straight, ran down her smooth brown neck and fell to her broad shoulders.

If it were not for her red face she would have thought herself to look decent and not at all ugly this morning. She had recently lost 30 lbs. and although her weight loss goal was far away, she was proud of herself for having come this far. She let that thought sink in. All her hard work and perseverance was not to be diminished by the snickering idiots across from her store.

She applied a little powder under her eyes to hide the tints of red and teased her hair a little. She would conquer this day and not worry about anything other than meeting the needs of her customers. 

She took a few steps back and inspected her dress in the mirror, making sure that nothing was out of place. Her face was slowly going back to its normal color and apart from a slight redness in her eyes she looked like her old self again. She was ready to go out there.

*** 

The next few hours went smoothly. She was having fun again and felt lucky to be employed at such a great store. Her sassy peers were confident, classy and never too serious. They made her smile and even laugh from time to time with their upbeat personalities. 

She couldn't forget her morning, but it didn't bother her so much anymore. She had all these wonderful people around her who treated her with respect and she wouldn't ruin this social experience for them or herself.

The day went by quickly to her amazement. She didn't feel like the tears she had saved up needed to be unleashed anymore. It was now 10pm and all stores were getting ready for closing time. This was her favorite time of the night. Not because it was time to go home. The mall was quiet and the pace was slowing down at this late hour. Everyone and everything seemed relaxed and she loved walking past the empty stores on her way out. 

She decided to stay back with Louise to help her set up a few displays for the next day. After all she wanted to show how dedicated she was to being a good employee. She enjoyed Louise's company and felt at ease around her, even though this woman was her boss. She had always been tense in the presence of her previous managers and was thankful that she had taken the chance to apply here.

They were finishing up the displays when in the corner of Sara's eye, she saw two figures approaching.

"Hello Louise!" said a deep masculine voice.

Both women turned around and two men in well-tailored suits were approaching.

"Hi Michael, how are you?" Louise addressed the older man, with a smile.

"Well, thank you." he replied politely. 

Michael was probably a little past 6 ft. tall and he towered over his companion and the two ladies. He was a prime example of tall, dark and handsome. His dark hair was sleek with a few greys here and there. His face was very handsome featuring dark blue eyes, a long narrow nose and a strong jaw. 

He smiled at Louise, then Sara. He, as well as his companion, was one of the three men who brought her to tears earlier that day. Sara didn't know what to expect, so she braced herself.

"Is this lovely young lady new?" he asked Louise; that smile never leaving his face.

"Yes she is new and a great addition to our staff."

Sara smiled shyly and thanked Louise.

"Well it's very nice to meet you young lady. I am Michael and this is Christian." he said as he extended his hand out to Sara.

She slowly received it and shook his hand.

"My name is Sara. It's nice to meet you both."

"Christian and I thought we should introduce ourselves to you since you will be seeing much of us." he said gesturing to his younger and even more handsome companion.

Christian was a few inches shorter than Michael but that did not take away from his gorgeous stature. He was a dirty blonde, hazel eyed Apollo. His face was somewhat boyish; he may have been in his early to mid-twenties, but his manner seemed much more mature. His eyes were very warm and he smiled at Sara, exposing his gleaming white teeth. 

She marveled at the slightly pink tint of his lips as well as the soft look of them. She smiled in response and quickly straightened her mouth, awaiting some form of criticism from her neighbors.

"Well Sara, it was nice meeting you. I'll leave you two to get a little more acquainted as Louise and I have some business to discuss." he said leading Louise away to the back office of the store.

"Sara, you don't have to wait on me. Thanks so much for helping. Go home and get some rest. Hope you feel better Hun!" Louise said sweetly.

"Goodnight." said Sara nervously, feeling a little uneasy about being left alone with Christian.

"I can do this. I can do this." she thought, quickly searching for a reason to abandon her handsome guest.

"So how do you like the store so far?" he asked kindly.

"I really like it here. It's a beautiful mall and I have a lot fun with my work." she answered, feeling another lump growing in her throat. 

He made her nervous but his smile and the scent of his cologne made her body melt.

"Great! It's always important to have fun with your work. It helps the day go by quickly."

"Yes it does." Sara nodded.

"I actually asked Michael to introduce us because I wanted to apologize about this morning. I realized how things might have looked to you and I'm sorry if we made you feel uncomfortable." he said with an apologetic look on his face.

"No, it's fine. It was just an awkward moment for me." Sara said, easing her tension a bit. 

She hadn't expected such a direct apology.

"For the record, I was the one being made fun of. They were telling me that I needed to take charge more often." he laughed, flashing his gorgeous teeth.

Sara smiled in response and also flashed her pretty teeth which matched his. She wondered what it really was that he should be taking charge of.

"Can I walk you out? I'm also done for the night and would love to escort the lady."

"I... I'm fine really."

"Consider it part of my apology. It's the least I can do to make up for this morning. I don't mind waiting." he smiled warmly.

"Well alright ...I just have to get my things. I'll be right back." she said turning and heading for the break room.

"I'll be waiting." he smiled and continued to watch her curvy frame as she walked away.

***

Sara's heart was pounding furiously and she hadn't realized how moist her inner thighs had gotten. No one had ever had an effect on her like this and she was terrified of what was happening to her. 

She couldn't slow her heart beat and wanted to sit down but she didn't want to keep Christian waiting. She quickly opened her locker, and grabbed her purse. Her mouth was a little dry so she took a sip of some bottled water and generously applied her favorite Cherry chap-stick to her lips.

"What a day!" she thought as she headed up the stairs. 

She half hoped he wouldn't be there when she got back. He made her too nervous and she wasn't sure if she would be able to keep her composure.

***

The two walked side by side in the empty mall. There were only a few personnel in the whole building now.

"I love it around this time. It's so peaceful" said Christian.

"I do too. I saw this 80's movie when I was a kid about these teens who were accidentally locked in a shopping mall overnight. They had a blast. It made me love the idea of an empty mall." Sara laughed. 

She was starting to get a little more relaxed around the stud.

"I have too, but I can't remember the name of it." he replied and laughed with her.

"Neither can I!"

"So I'm assuming we're probably not that far apart in age then?" he smiled.

"I'm 29, getting close to that dreaded 3-0." she said

"Ah yes, women and the age thing. It's not so bad. It's just a number and doesn't change who you are. Besides you look a lot younger." he smiled.

"Thanks." she replied shyly.

"So what other cheesy movies have you seen? I'm partial to those late night cheesy horror flicks. I can watch them for days." he laughed.

"I love those too. I have a huge collection at home. You don't seem like the type to enjoy these kinds of movies though."

"Hey, despite what I look like, I know how to have fun!"

The two began a tiny competition over who had seen the most horrible and cheesiest horror movies of the 80's and 90's. Sara won, but Christian's list wasn't too far behind in number.

Both were having a great time and it would've been obvious to anyone how well they seemed to get along. As they approached the exit door, she wished she could have spent a little more time with him. They seemed to have much in common: a love for movies, classic literature and art. 

He didn't intimidate her so much, yet there was this nagging thought in her mind. Maybe they were making fun of her and hadn't expected her to look their way. Maybe this was some kind of dare or bad joke at the fat girl's expense. She was preparing herself for disappointment because she no longer knew how to tell if a man was really being genuine. She would be respectful to him and his peers but she would not let her guard down. Ever.

"Are you alright?" Christian asked, looking a little concerned.

"I'm fine." she smiled back, not wanting to make him curious about what she was thinking.

"I heard Louise telling you that she hopes you feel better. Are you sick?"

"No it's nothing really. She just commented on how I looked a little flushed this morning and..."

"Oh man, I'm so sorry. This had everything to do with our behavior this morning. Am I right? I feel terrible!"

"Don't, it's not a big deal." she lied.

"It is a big deal and I'm going to make it up to you." he said seriously.

He held the door for her as they exited the building. She didn't know what to think but she wouldn't let herself give in to him so easily. The night air was cool and the streets were close to empty. The hustle and bustle of the city was quickly dying out as the hour grew late.

"Well, thank you for walking with me...and it was nice meeting you."

"That sounds like an "I probably won't see you again" type of goodbye." he laughed.

"I didn't mean for it to sound that way. I just have a lot on my mind at the moment. We are neighbors after all. I'm sure we'll see each other from time to time."

"I'd like to see you more often, than just from time to time."

She didn't know how to reply to that.

"Well I've taken enough of your time Sara. You have a good night and maybe I'll see you tomorrow." he said quickly, not giving her too much time to think up a response to his previous statement.

"Oh... well goodnight Christian."

"You can call me Chris." he smiled.

"Good night Chris." she said returning his smile. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Be safe!" he said and turned towards the nearby parking lot.

She watched him for a few seconds as he walked away.

"I could easily fall for him... but I don't want to. I can't deal with another disappointment." she thought to herself.

She broke away from the gaze and started heading towards her train. She couldn't wait to get home to relax in her bed...and maybe dream about the gorgeous man she had just met. 



Letting Go Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Toe Fucking at Lunch

(This story continues directly after the events of Letting Go I)

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She had to run to catch her bus. Her skirt was short and she was wearing no knickers, her knees were weak after the morning love games, her loins tenderized from the breakfast spanking, and, to make her vulnerability even worse, her heels were threatening to scatter beneath her, betray her and send her splaying arse backward on the sidewalk.

She tried not to meet the bus driver's eye. There was still the rest of the crowd. This was the late bus, the full bus, all around her faces and hands sitting at the level of her skirt, and standing arms and hands holding on at the level of her breasts, fingers tap-tap tapping at their mobiles, warm and dextrous, manipulating.

She had to take her mind off the moisture at her thighs. No one is looking, she told herself. After all, she asked herself, was it something she herself would have been looking for? And no one was sniffing, she told herself. She tried not to breathe so hard, tried to keep her breasts from heaving in their pretty pink T, the lovely lace of her bra, tried to keep her skirt from fluttering.

Her workmates were already there, moving in and out of the bathroom, attending to their make up, chatting about the coffee urn, officially here, but not willing to start work a moment before they had to. Their eyes glittered at her as she hurried in. She slowed herself. Be nonchalant, she told herself. Be like you're walking out onto a dance floor.

She gave them a dance floor smile, a performer's smile, and their bodies relaxed. The spiteful glitter went from their eyes, and they lost interest in her, so gracefully, sexily, she moved past them to her chair. She had, at least, arrived ahead of the boss, and there wasn't really any gossip in the matter.

They would have loved knowing that she was wearing no undies, that she had arrived at work flushed and almost late with no knickers. That would have given them something to talk about. They had so little to talk about, TV and celebrities, office gossip, things they chewed over and over again.

She made it to her chair. She sat down. Her skirt was short, not really long enough to sit on. Like her lover at home, sitting on his wheelie chair, fibers prickling his buttocks while he worked. He would never really have put the C on her, laying her on the edge of the bed, lifting her this way, turning her that way, hands busy, methodically, about her private parts, cleaning, rubbing lotion in, fingers solicitously inspecting, patiently probing despite her sudden wild thrusting, his hand pressing down on her pube, then pressing the leather down about her, pulling it up tight along her slit, so that at every heaving breath it pushed against her and she was so weak at the knees she could barely crawl. He liked to watch her like that some Sundays, when they played their games. But he would never really have done it this morning. He could not have borne the ugliness it would have made of the lines of her skirt.

Her boss arrived, sweeping into the bathroom. She had been thinking of her boss when she had bought the underwear, simple and girly, the way her boss made her feel. Her breasts and her bra were made for each other, and that morning, she had admired herself in the mirror, thinking of her boss. Her panties had sat across her like a fine tattoo. She had looked at herself, the beauty she had made of herself, and thought of her boss.

The lace, the silk, the excitement of the idea of it, the idea of her boss's eyes and boss's fingers finding these fine things alive in the boring world of the office, had betrayed her. When her lover had made her laugh, she had started a game, and it had all unraveled against the clock, and so here she was with no knickers at all, yet her loins were alive and her breasts were warm, and she tried not to stare as she watched her boss go through that door.

Rising, she followed her boss into the bathroom.

"Only me," she sang out, so her boss would hear her voice.

She took her brush from her handbag and began brushing her hair, watching her hair in the mirror flow about her face and become charged with electricity so she had to run her fingers over it. There was a sound of flushing. She turned as a cubicle door opened and her boss came out, sleek skirt running below the knees and a dark office jacket to match, structured and business like. She felt so floral and feminine in comparison. Yet under the jacket her boss wore a shiny, satiny, loose-flowing blouse, the soft smoothness a temptation to the fingers.

Her boss smiled. Her boss had an honest, straightforward, smile, white teeth and a mobile mouth.

"You look nice today," her boss said.

When her work mates said that, they usually meant the opposite or, at best, that the receiver of the compliment had looked far from nice on other days. When her boss said it, it was like she was glad to see someone happy.

"Help yourself," she answered, then smiled at her boss's sudden look of confusion, and so she indicated the wash basin behind her. Her boss came forward. There were three wash basins in the room, but her boss came to the one she was standing in front of, choosing hers. She had to move aside, but she stayed close, watching the water run over her boss's hands, over her fingers, and all the rings glinting and glimmering there. The rings caught her eyes. Even when her boss moved to the dryer and raised her hands to the breeze, she watched them.

"Are you married?" she asked, casually, like an ice-breaker, just starting a normal, meaningless conversation.

"Divorced," her boss answered, looking back at her. Her boss was the sort of person who studied the faces of the people she spoke to.

Oh." She thought of a wedding night, falling lace, and a bed.

"I have two kids," her boss added, as if deciding to answer the question that always came next, perhaps answering because she had not asked. "Teenagers." She stopped smiling, and looked tired.

"Oh." She wanted her boss to smile again. "But you're here now. And you have all those beautiful rings." She wanted her boss to feel beautiful again.

"Yes. Well. Some days I like to be armed."

"Armed?"

The dryer stopped. Her boss looked at her for a moment.

"You know. Some days, when you are expecting things to be difficult, you put on your best make up and your best jewelry, and get ready to face the world. It's like a mask, or an armor."

Her boss wasn't wearing make-up, though. Glancing in the mirror, checking herself before she went to face the world, her boss added, "I don't have time to put on make-up, though," she added ruefully, letting a small smile come back to her face. She straightened her jacket so that it was snug across the shoulders.

"Are you expecting a difficult day?"

Her boss looked at her straight, not expecting sympathy.

"Meetings. And middle management isn't so easy," she admitted at last, and turned to the door.

"Hey." She couldn't let this chance go, this moment alone, whatever her boss's mood. "Would you like to go out to lunch?"

Her boss paused, and she knew this was a difficult situation for her.

"I know," she told her boss. "There are a lot of reasons why not. Office politics." Office politics and office gossip went hand in hand, and would always get in the way of an office romance. "But we could go quietly, meet around the corner from the smokers. We could have a giggle over lunch and be back before anyone noticed. Why not?"

Her boss looked at her, thinking, being a person who considered ways and means, a manager whose job was to consider 'how' before deciding 'if'. Or, more often, being told 'if' and being left to work out the 'how' anyway. In this case, weighing a character.

"All right," she said, smiling, and went.

She wanted to hug herself. Smoothing her hair down, letting the charge out, letting her fingers trace across her breasts above her T just once, letting herself glow. Then she brought back some control. Her work mates work mates would wonder what she'd been up to if she came out of the bathroom looking too happy.

Letting herself slump a little, droop a little, she passed them by, eyes lowered, keeping her mouth in a line of sorrow lest there be even a hint of a smile, and slid into her chair. She put her feet flat on the floor, sat up straight and squared her shoulders as if for battle, riffling some invoices while she stared hard at her monitor. After a while she remembered to turn it on.

Her lover was working at home, moving between the kitchen and his study. He'd take the knickers from where they were drying on the draining board and hang them on the on the drafting board where he could see them while he worked.

Her lover loved women and adored their clothes. In a while he'd even be wearing her panties. His cock would grow big in them, pushing at the lace, and the feel of that lace pushing back, prickling tickling at it's head would stir him. His hand would be there, pulling at the lace to give himself room. His fingers would touch the silk and then return to feel that softness again and again. He would pull at his dick, wrapping the lace into that soft, silk skin.

There was nothing as smooth as the silky skin a man's cock. He would jerk and jerk himself. He would not be able to keep himself for her, wouldn't be able to wait for tonight. Those panties would call him and he would come, moan and spasm, roar and tear. They would tear and he would rub the shreds along his length. For a long time afterwards, cleaning himself, and then, while he worked, idly rubbing himself, silk on silk.

He wouldn't wonder why she had chosen such fine underwear that day.

Lunch time came. She gave her workmates a chance to hurry out ahead of her before sauntering out herself. Outside, a warm sunshine caught at her eyes. She walked around the corner, past the smokers, and once past them could breathe the afternoon breeze. The air tickled up around her, trying to lift her skirt, but her handbag held it down. In a while, she found herself walking in step with her boss. Separately, they swung up aboard a tram. There didn't seem to be anyone from the office there. Still, they didn't speak, but when she stepped down and onto the footpath, her boss followed. When she stepped past the diners at the outside tables and into the dimness of a restaurant, her boss was right behind her.

The waiter was a slender, wiry young man, with an abundance of black curls, as if workaday matters couldn't stop the luxury of life glowing within him, and dark, bright eyes.

"Inside, up the back," she told him softly. She liked the lightness of his skin across his cheeks. With a slight bow, and smile that agreed that they were friends now, he lead them to the very back, past the tables with their thick, white cloths, the walls with their pictures of nude women, famous old art, to something like a booth, high backs that gave them privacy. Best of all, no one else from the office was here. She took notice of the faces she passed. No one at all from work.

Across the isle from them, two women kissed across their table, deeply, passionately, all their sensuality pouring from their lips, making them beautiful.

She smiled at her boss.

"Take your coat off," she told her boss. "Make yourself comfortable."

"What shall I call you?" Her boss asked, squirming a little to get the coat off. She watched as the satiny blouse was pulled sidewise a little as the coat came off. She was curious about her boss's breasts. "We can't have a relaxed lunch," her boss went on, "calling each other 'Ms Gentisaris' and 'Ms Nuth' the whole time. You can call me Brenda. May I call you Catherine?"

Catherine was the name on the dotted line at work.

"My friends call me Kitten," she answered. But her boss's eyebrows rose. "I guess they're mostly older than I am."

"Now why would that be?"

Most her friends were the ones she had made since she met her lover.

"We met through dancing. Ballroom dancing." That was how she had met her lover.

Most people there wouldn't dance with him. They were confused by him. Yet he had been cheerful, laughing, making everyone laugh even as they were turning him away. Everyone thought she only danced with him because she was new, a beginner, and didn't know anyone else. They had assumed she'd move on as soon as she could.

She didn't know if she wanted to tell her boss about her lover, though. Strangely, she was willing to offer her body to a relative stranger, longing to, but she was more protective of her lover.

"Ballroom dancing? Well, you do carry yourself well."

The waiter came back to take their orders. He looked them in the eyes, he listened while they spoke. His voice was deep and soft when he answered.

"Yours sounds like a very light lunch," Brenda said when he had gone.

"That's the way I like it. A taut tummy and tight twat, and I'm ready for anything."

That made her boss laugh.

"I'll never be able to see you typing away so righteously at your keyboard without thinking of that. "

"Cheers, then." They sipped their water.

"I wonder why the nudes are always women," Brenda said, obviously for something to say as she looked around and noticed the paintings along the walls. "Maybe men just look funny nude."

"Maybe. Once, I went with some friends to an art exhibition." Her boss looked interested at that, so she went on. "There was one old painting I just didn't understand. It was of a nude man with a spear thrust threw him. It was weird, because he actually seemed kind of happy. He looked ecstatic. Well, a friend told him that we were supposed to think he looked happy because he was about to meet his maker, whom he loved. But really, the artist had just wanted to paint his lover, but people could get in trouble for being gay in those days, so he added the spear afterwards to put people off the track."

"Really? And you remembered all that?"

"Well, my friend had his hand on my breast at the time, which kind of concentrated my mind wonderfully. The rest of the gang had gone on ahead, but this one stayed and put his arm around my shoulders while I was standing there, trying to make sense of the picture. After a while, he started explaining it to me, and while he talked, he just sneaked his hand down inside my shirt, right inside my bra, and just had a warm little play with it the whole time he was telling his story. Then, when he finished telling me his story, he gave me little pat and went to catch up with the others."

"In the art gallery?" She nodded. "You are full of surprises," Brenda said then. "You look so prim and proper in your pinks and florals, who would guess what's really going on in your mind?"

She was surprised to think of her little pink T-shirt and her flirty floral skirt swirling above her bare legs and come-fuck-me sandals as prim and proper. She looked at her boss's hands again, the long nails, and the diamond rings, hands for looking good in front of men, but not accustomed to fucking women. She imagined cold diamonds and gold being worked inside her folds.

"Oh, I'm not so proper. Look," she added softly, making her boss lean closer to hear. "This is what I bought the other day." She pulled her T-shirt down and aside to show off her lacy bra. "It's so pretty, I couldn't resist."

And her boss was looking.

"Your meals." The waiter had returned. He was waiting until they were ready to give him their attention. It didn't hurt to give him a little peek, too. Her boss straightened up, though, making room on the table for the plates and the wine. Cate let her hand smooth her T-shirt back into place lingeringly, feeling the lace, and the warmth underneath. The waiter gave another of his ready, sunny smiles, bending close to her as he placed her plate.

"Don't look so worried," she told her boss. "I tell you what, why don't slip off your bra. It would help you feel free, and relaxed. Just for lunch, if you like. You could put it on again afterwards, like armor for when you go back to work. But just for here, where no one's looking, you could be out of your harness."

"I can't do that here!" Her boss was shocked now.

"Of course you could. Have some of your wine, then go to the bathroom. I'll mind the table." She picked up a strawberry from the side serve she had ordered. It was big and ripe. She held up to take a luxurious bite. Sweet.

"Mm, that's good," she told her boss, dipping the remainder of the strawberry into her wine to try it that way. "Good strawberries. Sweet. And the wine's good with them too. Try, go on."

Her boss had ordered pasta and a glass of red, and was smiling at the girl's wholehearted enjoyment of her salad.

"Perhaps I will go to the bathroom."

Her boss went, taking her handbag but not her coat. Across the way, the two women had ceased their kissing, for their plates had arrived. Like her boss, they had chosen aromatic pastas and vibrant reds, and just as they had been passionate in their kiss, now they ate with gusto. She liked them, so alive and awake to the world, like her waiter.

Her boss came back, cool satin covering everything, but her breasts free beneath it now.

"What about yours, Cate, will you relax too?"

"Oh," she wrapped a strawberry up in some lettuce, "I feel too pretty to want to take my bra off. But, guess what?" She moved her feet a little to touch her boss's. "See, I've slipped my sandals off." She tried a cherry tomato, making it burst flavour across her mouth. "They must have their own garden here. The food is so good." She could feel her boss's feet being slipped out of their shoes. Her boss had bare feet, and shaven legs.

Then she thought she should stop. A woman who wore so many rings, a woman who was accustomed to men, might be too confused and frightened if she went too far. Better to go slow and let the idea come to her, better to at least keep the possibility of friendship. Friendship with privileges, hopefully, but friendship all the same.

"You haven't drunk much of your wine," Brenda said.

"Ah," Cate answered, and took a deep drink of the sparkling water. "First cleanse the palate," she explained. "Because if you're going to pay for a good wine, you may as well enjoy it." She dipped a finger deep into the wine and then, slowly, watching Brenda's face, sucked on it.

"Oh, what you remind me of, girl," Brenda told her. She dipped her own finger lightly into her red, red wine and then after a quick glance down the length of the room, slide the finger under her blouse. The blouse opened slightly and Cate saw a brown nipple there. "This is how I do it, sometimes." Slowly, the dripping finger circled that nipple. Small drops clung to the aureole, and showed red on the breast itself. A tanned breast. This was a woman who liked the sun.

"Oh," Cate answered, fervently. "Some wines I could drink all day."

Then the hand moved and the cloth of the blouse closed over.

A shadow fell across the table.

"Is everything all right?" It was the waiter.

"Oh, more water please. Lot's of water."

"I'll bring a carafe." And he was gone.

Brenda leaned forward.

"Do you think he saw."

"Let him see." Nudging Brenda's bare foot slightly, lifting it a little so that her toes could get at the tender arch. "He's beautiful." Brenda had surprisingly smooth skin on her feet. She had looked-after feet.

"You like the waiter."

"I'm thinking about dessert."

She felt Brenda's foot slide up her calf, and was so surprised gulped more of her lettuce than she had meant to. Brenda's foot caressed her calf, feeling the smoothness their, Cate's own silkiness. Cate paused, wondering whether it would be more fun to ignore what was happening, or give some sign and share in it. Then she remembered that Brenda might need a little encouragement, so she smiled softly across the table.




Letting Go Ch. 02



Ch. 2: Australia

Two weeks after my first gay experience, and my lover's return to Australia, I received an email from him.

"Rob: Unable to make it next week due to work load. I'm having a great year so the trip to Australia is on me. Give me a date and I'll set everything up from here. I'm looking forward to the reunion. J."

Two weeks later, I found myself on a.Quantas jet, heading for Sidney, where Jay had a limo pick me up for the trip to an extended stay inn. As soon as I got to the room, I unpacked, put everything away and stowed the luggage in the closet. Not knowing what he had planned, I took a shower, gave myself an enema, using the kit I'd purchased just for the occasion, and put on shorts and a polo shirt, leaving the kit on the back of the toilet so he would know I'd prepared myself for him. 

I was sitting on the balcony, just loving the view from my room, when t heard the door open and he stepped into the room, locking the door behind him. He dropped his briefcase on the couch and went into the bathroom. My cock was already pulsing with excitement and he hadn't spoken a word yet. 

We exchanged greetings and an embrace, talked about the flight and other small talk, but the whole time we talked, I was watching his cock swell in anticipation of what we both wanted. 

When he reached over to grope into my crotch, I moaned my appreciation and leaned back to give him free access. Since I was already erect and throbbing, the touch of his hand, the simple motions as he pulled the zipper down caused me to moan and at the release of the top fastener, my briefs tented out. Stroking over me through my briefs, he had me almost begging him to set it free and he finally did, stroking over me several times before coming to take me in his hot mouth. I felt like I was going to explode too soon but he is a skillful lover and knows how to control my climax..

He lifted me enough to slip my shorts and briefs off, and returned to slowly suck me into ecstasy .as his finger probed into my anus. Sucking the head of my cock like a ripe plum, running his tongue over the tip and around and under the base, probing into the slit, he kept drawing me closer and closer. With my hand on his head, I urged him on, until I felt my balls swell and my anus tighten just before I came. He didn't stop until he had every drop and even then he continued until I started going limp.

I couldn't wait to get at his cock, unzipping his pants to reach in, pulling it free and stroking it as he stripped. Before he could get naked, I had him in my mouth, savoring his taste and the feel of him on my tongue and in my throat. I was in heaven again, sliding up and down his cock while I cupped and massaged his balls. Each time he tapped the back of my throat, I took him a little deeper until I could aImost get the whole thing in my mouth. The more I sucked, the more I wanted and when he came, I managed to swallow most of it, letting the rest ooze from the corners of my mouth, only to be licked away with the tip of my tongue.

We went to the bedroom to recover, fondling each other the whole time. I was surprised to find that I enjoyed it when he sucked and nipped at my nipples and that I was able to elicit a soft moan from him when I did the same to him. 

Once he was erect again, he put me on my back to lift my knees up so he had access to my anus. With my legs over my head, he licked it several times and sucked on my balls while his fingers probed into me to relax the sphincter. I'd placed a tube of lube under the pillow so I retrieved it and waited as he generously applied it to the opening and his cock.

I love the feeling of opening myself to him as he slowly and gently enters me, fucking me with just the head of his cock until I am relaxed enough to allow him to move into me, expanding my rectum to accept him. He moved into me so slowly I felt every inch as it slid smoothly in, stretching me, working deeper and deeper until almost all of it was in me. 

For a time, he just held it there until he felt that I was ready, and only then did he start fucking me in long, slow strokes that felt so good. It was quite a while before he picked up the pace but when he did, he went deeper and I knew it wouldn't be long before my body would be driven up the bed as he drew close. I swear, I think he went deeper than ever this time, hammering my ass like a jack-hammer and the sound of flesh against flesh made me want his come all the more and I wasn't disappointed when he did as he ground his body into mine, moving his cock in me to touch some new places. When he was done, I had been thoroughly fucked and loved every minute of it.

He didn't spend the night, but we made love once more before he left to go home, telling me he had some things to take care of. He said he had early morning meetings but that someone would be there for me first thing in the morning. I slept that night wishing that I had a cock shaped dildo in my ass to relax me.



Note: The following chapters will include some straight and lesbian sex and therefore will be posted in the bi-sexual categories.



Letting Go Ch. 02



I awoke the next morning before her, the morning sun pouring through the lace curtains, causing a dazzling array of light and shadows across our bed. She lay on her back, a most peaceful look on her face, the sheets tucked neatly around her at her waist. One of her nightgown straps was off her shoulder, her nipples even now pushing through the cotton in the bright dappled light. She was beautiful.

So began three days of glorious flirtation between Leslie and me. The embers of passion clearly still burned within her as we explored antique stores and shops. One store we found in a nearby town also sold upscale clothes on consignment in an upstairs room, and she voluntarily went behind the curtain that was the dressing room to try on various outfits, some she was genuinely interested in, and others just for the silliness of trying on styles that were simply not her. As I stood watch at the top of the steps across the room, to keep watch for other shoppers coming upstairs, she stopped closing the curtain, and let me watch her change. She tried on a bathing suit and smiled coyly at me as she removed her bra and stretched seductively, turning so I could appreciate her body from various angles.

My erection hardly ceased over the course of those days. We had our silent understanding and resolve to wait until our last night to make love, knowing that the constant teasing and flirting would build us to a climax ultimately that would never be forgotten. I became more bold with my own advances in response to her's, furtively feeling her ass as we navigated streets and shops, doing my best to do so when I was sure no one would see. Despite my efforts, on one occasion, as we walked along the docks in the marina admiring the various sailboats and yachts, I thought no one was around and enjoyed an especially long feel, ending with a lingering kiss, only to look up and see a man on the stern of his 50' boat, smiling at us. Leslie saw him, too, but instead of the shock I assumed she would express, she smiled back at him and giggled softly, patting my behind. 

She wore a skirt that day, with a sleeveless blouse; I noticed that she'd left an extra button undone that day, giving me tantalizing views of her cleavage when she would lean to examine some find in a store. We would occasionally sit to rest on a bench somewhere, and she made efforts to display plenty of leg to me, even adroitly sliding the hem up her thigh until I was breathless.

So that was the course of those two days and three nights, a wonderful, building tension of passion that was beyond anything either of us had ever felt, and which we both were enjoying without speaking to each other about it. It was palpable, and I felt as though every one of my senses could detect it. The dash of perfume she applied to her neck each morning - which she ordinarily didn't wear - constantly filled my nostrils, making me drunk with her presence; we rarely were beyond arm's reach from one another, almost always in physical contact with each other, holding hands, caressing, nuzzling, feeling, gazing deeply into one another's eyes. 

By our last night, the fourth, we were brimming with desire and lust. We spent much of the day relaxing, as best we could considering our anticipation of whatever was to be that evening; we lingered in bed til late in the morning, I in my boxers, and Leslie wearing a nipple-spiked tank top t-shirt and a pair of red plaid bikini panties. For lunch we retrieved our boxed leftovers, from dinner at the marina restaurant the night before, stored overnight our room's small refrigerator. As i was settling into an easy chair in the corner to eat, Leslie announced, "I know, let's eat out on the porch," and immediately opened the door and sauntered out, still wearing only her t-shirt and panties. I sat stunned for a moment, grinned and followed her, self conscious about my hardening cock beginning to escape my boxers.

She was already seated when I joined her on the porch. The warm, bright sun felt wonderful, and certainly looked gorgeous on Leslie. I had a hard time following our conversation, being preoccupied as I was with her nipples, showing clearly, and her scantily clad hips. We sat for quite a while, Leslie not flinching as a couple we hadn't yet seen, leaving by the front walkway for their own afternoon of exploring the town, glanced back for what seemed their first daytime view of the inn, saw us above and waved. A little later, Leslie stood and leaned against the railing, providing me with what I suspected was a purposeful view of her ass, and I'm sure understanding that anyone inside would have the same view of her plaid panties through the glass door.

Presently, our voyeuring couple from a few days before appeared, returning from lunch, on the sidewalk, heading toward the inn. I watched for Leslie's reaction. She was certainly watching them, and slight smile on her face. My erection became more intense, poking out of my boxers, as I realized her t-shirt was tightly stretched across her breasts, her nipples plainly visible through the cotton. Leslie glanced back at me, smiling, and raised her eyebrows suggestively when she saw my stiff cock protruding into the sunlight. She turned back toward the couple, now turning onto the front walk of the inn, and waved to them.They smiled and waved in return, stopping halfway up the walk to chat.

"Look, Scott, it's Charlie and Ann, from the other day!" she said to me, motioning for me to stand and join her at the railing - knowing full well, I knew, that my aroused state would make that very awkward. I knew that as long as I remained seated, my crotch was out of view of Charlie and Ann, because of their low angle. But as soon as I stood, they would have view obstructed only by the spindles of the railing, and since I wasn't wearing a shirt, there would be nothing, even a shadow, to provide me cover; and there was no convincing my handsome fellow to retreat into my boxers, since the had no buttons to close it. With that thought, it flashed through my mind what a view they were getting of Leslie, and I felt another surge of blood flow into my cock. I was able to time standing up as they glanced back at Leslie, and I quickly tucked myself in behind her, my hardness pressing against her firm ass, causing me to shudder with agonizing pleasure. 

"Hello again, good to see you!" I managed to say.

We chatted amiable for a few minutes, my cock remaining pressed against Leslie, the fabric of her panties and the skin of her lower back driving me crazy with lust as she gestured and laughed as she talked, her breasts moving freely and obviously. I noticed Ann tuck herself in front of Charlie, the two pressing against each other as they looked up at us, chatting amiably, Charlie's hands finding purchase on Ann's hips, wandering a little lower from time to time as he caressed her. She was wearing a blue sundress I would love to see Leslie in, for, especially from our high viewpoint, it gave ample opportunity to appreciate her cleavage. It was apparent she wasn't wearing a bra.

Finally Ann asked, a little shyly, "So you all are having a little midday pajama party I see?" Leslie stammered a moment at the acknowledgement of our attire.

"Sure, why not? We've seen the sights already, and it's our last night tonight, so we thought we'd just have a relaxing day today." With her last words, she stretched her right arms back behind her to pat my cheek, pushing out her chest, pressing her ass against me and showing more of her midriff to Charlie and Ann.

"Well good for you!" Ann laughed. "That sounds fun!" Charlie nodded approvingly, smiling broadly.

"Come up and join us!" I heard Leslie say impulsively. I suddenly felt almost like you hear about people having out-of-body experiences. Time seemed to stop, and the words hung in the air, ripe, delicious and intriguing. That those words came out of Leslie's mouth, without any prompting or urging on my part, seemed surreal. But there they were, clear as a bell.

Charlie's eyes widened with excitement and looked to his wife for her reaction, obviously in hopeful favor of the idea, but deferring respectfully to her. 

"What do you think, Charlie?" Ann asked, deflecting the question, yet with a tone that indicated a search for reassurance less than doubt about the idea.

"We're pretty shopped out too, dear," he said to her, and then to us, "We've pretty much done the town too. We leave in the morning."

"Yeah, we don't really have any plans," Ann said, to no one in particular.

"Alright, then!" said Charlie. "We'll run to our room first - see you all in a couple minutes!" They laughed as they disappeared from view and noisily entered the front door.

Before I could let this latest course of events sink in, Leslie reached behind her and cupped my balls, saying, "How's everything back here?" She giggled, and turned around, grasped my shaft with one hand, the other returning to my balls, and smiled up at me. I palmed her breasts, massaging them, and smiled stupidly back at her, my mind racing but my mouth unable to articulate a single intelligible sound. Years of sexual frustration were draining rapidly and happily away.

It suddenly dawned on me that unless I was to greet Ann and Charlie with my throbbing, naked cock as they came out onto the porch, I would need to make some provisions to obscure myself. I took Leslie by the hand and led her to one of the chairs, sat down and invited her to sit on my lap. 

"I feel like standing," she said, smirking coyly, knowing what I was up to. Just then we heard the door opening, so I quickly drew my knees up toward my chest, blocking the view. Charlie came out first, wearing a pair of boxers and no shirt; Ann followed closely behind. I remember seeing her legs first, since I was glancing down to make sure my package was hidden from view; they were long and tan. Topping them was a pair of tight black lace boy shorts. Her breasts were nestled in a matching, minimal coverage bra. Her breasts were a size smaller than Leslie's, and as perky. She was in good shape, well toned, a cute belly button peering out several inches above the top of her boy shorts. Through the mesh of her bra, I could see her nipples, and I involuntarily glanced down to discover I could see a faint line of neatly trimmed pubic hair; she was a brunette, her hair cut below her shoulders.

We said hello to each other all over again, laughing and joking as Ann and Charlie took their seats, Ann finding a spot on his knee. I saw that Charlie was enjoying the closer view of Leslie, and noticed that she did very little to discourage his view. The two women, of course, did most of the talking, Charlie and I nodding and speaking briefly when appropriate. After a while, Ann got up to join Leslie at the railing, their asses side by side, dominating our view as Charlie and I drank them in. Leslie's cute little butt looked wonderful beside Ann's rounder and fuller ass. The way those panties can do, Ann's boy shorts separated her cheeks, emphasizing the shape of her ass. Leslie's bikini bottoms had become skewed, probably from me earlier caresses, and one cheek was mostly visible as the material was caught in her crack. Charlie and I did not speak.

I decided that with the girls' backs turned, and Charlie's intense focus on my wife's ass, it would be a good time to straighten my knees to give them a rest, since they were stiff from being pressed defensively against my chest. I quietly lowered my feet to the porch floor, and felt a pang in my back - I needed to stretch badly. As discreetly as possible, I straightened my body, raising out of the chair. I could feel the breeze on my erect cock, now in full view and only a few feet from Leslie and Ann. Ann's face was turned toward Leslie, who was in front of me; I wondered if Ann could see me in the corner of her eye. I had an overwhelming desire for her to see.

I recalled the old riddle: If you were carrying all the feathers you could carry, could you carry just one more? I knew then that the answer was no. I had restrained myself for so long, for years, and now my dream of dreams was, at least in part, coming true - I could no longer barricade my lust. It was simply too much. The relief of letting go would bring unspeakable pleasure! I more than suspected that Leslie was feeling similarly, if not more.

So I stood impulsively, my cock now glistening with precum, and joined Leslie at her side, turned toward her so the head of my cock would brush against her. My right hand rested on her ass, my fingers caressing her as she leaned on the railing next to her new friend. Ann turned around, her ass now against the railing, arms bent backwards to rest her hands on top, pushing out her chest. They continued to talk as Leslie rose and turned her back to me, her left hand on the railing, facing Ann, who was only a couple feet away. Her nipples were much more visible up close, and I could them pushing out against the lace.

Suddenly Leslie stretched, facing Charlie, much to his delight, and left the railing to sit down in the chair I had vacated. That left me exposed, my cock pointing like a bird dog directly at Ann. I was caught off-guard, having by now become thrillingly accustomed to my cock being in the breeze. My mind told me to take action to at least try to appear as if I did not want to be seen, but my lust immobilized me. I just stood there, my dick throbbing with excessive excitement, aimed at Ann. She did not notice at first, being engaged in an animated discussion with Leslie; Charlie eyes were locked on Leslie's breasts. 

At some point, Ann was laughing at a story's punch line, fingers to her lips, head bowed in a failed attempt to subdue her mirth. She turned to glance at me, her gaze beginning at the floor and climbing my legs until it stopped, her eyes widening, fixed for a long moment on my cock. She guffawed, took a quick look at my face, then Leslie's, then her husband's. He was still engrossed with Leslie's breasts, so she looked away and stammered for a few seconds, and made a good effort at returning to her conversation with Leslie, stealing furtive, alternating glances at my face and cock. Leslie was absent minded in her conversation with Ann now, a twinkling smirk on her face. 

The sun was very warm now, sweat beginning to shine on our skin. Charlie seemed to awake from his breast-induced stupor, consternation furrowing his brow. I noticed a squint-eyed glance or two at my condition, and felt a little weird, so I sat in the chair next to Leslie and raised my knees to my chest again. I could tell the conversation was beginning to dwindle, and Ann and Charlie began to clear their throats in the awkward silences. Their had been a shift in the sexual wind, apparently because of my over zealous cock. I felt very unwanted and humiliated, shattered because my hopes for erotic adventure seemed to dim so dramatically.

Soon, they found an excuse to leave - their children were going to call soon, I think it was - and we were left alone on the porch. We sat in silence for a while. My cock retreated, like a turtle in its shell, still oozing precum but now small, impotent and flaccid. 

"Was it me?" Leslie asked, her voice trembling. I was startled and dismayed, fearing, now that she was feeling sexually demoralized, that even our chances for a climactic romantic interlude were now shattered as well.

"No! No, sweetheart, it wasn't you. I am sure of it," I said with confidence. "It was me. I should have been more careful!" I was disgusted with myself.

After another minute, I pointed out, "He couldn't keep his eyes off you." She grinned.

After a moment of reflection, Leslie said deliberately, "She's a fool, you know ... I was very proud of you. It was exciting to see you like that."

I felt my loins stir again. I was so grateful for my wife, and felt a surge of love and appreciation for her. "Thank you, sweetheart. You know I feel the same way!"

We reached out to hold hands, leaning back in our chairs in silence, soaking in the warmth of the sun. Even in the middle of the afternoon, it was a quiet town, with little traffic. I closed my eyes and sacred the quiet, and the love of my wife, my cock gently throbbing back to life. I felt her let go of my hand, and heard a rustling sound. I looked in time to see her playfully toss her t-shirt into my lap. I was overjoyed to see her breasts in the warm sunshine. She smiled demurely.

"Come here," she said, indicating a spot next to her chair for me to stand. I rose and stepped over to her. She sat up and pull my boxers down, telling me to step out of them. I was naked now, my pulsing cock feeling her warm breath and the wet, teasing touch of her tongue and lips. She looked up at me, grinning as she said, "This is just a very thorough preview of later tonight!" With that, she flicked her tongue at the head of my cock, sliding a wet kiss down the length of my shaft, suckling my balls. Then she reversed the procedure, unhurriedly, taking in my entire length when she reached the peak, sucking, kissing, licking. It was ecstasy!

Then she stood, pressing her bare chest against me. We kissed long and slowly, my hands navigating under her panties to her ass. She purred in approval, quickly breaking our embrace to pull them off. Now we were both naked, visible from the street to anyone who happened to look. She knelt down again to give my cock one more helping of pleasure.

"Okay, that's all for now," she said in her most gentle, feminine tone. I groaned, but smiled. "I know" she said, "me too!" it was music to my ears - she was as turned on as I was! I picked up our things, and before I could offer her garments to put back on for the trip down the hallway to our room, not figuring she'd want to risk meeting another guest in the close quarters of the interior of the inn, she opened the door and sauntered ahead of me, still nude. Just inside the door, she put a hand to my chest and told me to wait. She walked about halfway to our door, on the end opposite the porch, stopped and stretched, fully exposing her breasts, her trimmed pubic hair darker in the dimmer light of the interior. Seeing my approval, she turned her back to me, widened her stance and bent low, holding her ankles, grinning at me from between her legs. Still bending over, she beckoned for me to come to her, which I happily agreed to do. 

"Kiss me," she said when I arrived behind her. I knelt on the floor, leaned forward on my hands with my head between her legs and kissed her. Then she backed up, straddling me, and tenderly turned me over so I could lie on my back. There in the middle of the hallway, she spread her legs and slowly lowered herself onto me, both of us suppressing gasps as my cock was buried to the hilt. She sat upright, her breasts moving as she gently rocked, my hands on her hips, my eyes traveling over her body and face. She looked as blissful as I felt.

We heard a door open downstairs, and Ann's voice as she explained where she wanted to go as she and Charlie walked to the front door and left. Leslie paused only long enough to be assured they were leaving, and not coming upstairs. She was careful to read my face, looking for signs that I might be close to climaxing. With each rise of passion on my part, she slowed or stopped rocking altogether, making sure I would not come. 

We heard more voices, this time from the room a few steps away. I could see light moving under the door as the occupants walked about the room. Leslie pushed herself up, hands on my chest, and helped me to my feet so we could hurry to our room, in case they were ready to step out into the hallway. 

Behind our closed door in our own room, Leslie kissed the tip of my cock, and then my lips, saying, "Remember, that's just a preview." I held her close, kissed her forehead and said, "I love you so much!"



Letting Go Ch. 02



Sara's Friday morning was filled with thoughts of her late night walk with Chris. She hated thinking about him but couldn't stop herself. She didn't want to get her hopes up just to be let down after finding out he had a girlfriend or was married. Such was her usual luck with men she took an interest in. 

She was very early for work this morning, as was her usual habit. The energy in the mall was very lax as she arrived and due to the early morning rainfall, it would probably remain that way for the next few hours.

She walked towards the store at a steady pace, not going too fast. She wanted to give herself time to think of a game plan in case she was to run into Chris this morning. Would she be able to carry a proper conversation or would she freeze in her tracks?  

As she approached her store, she was relieved to see no one standing at the open doors of Brionni... but she was also a little disappointed. Even though the pressure was off, she longed to see him. It was time to dismiss all thoughts of him now however, and focus on work. The last thing she wanted was to be distracted by her runaway thoughts.

Business was very slow today. The gentle rainfall transformed into a thunderstorm without warning, scaring away the usual crowds. Sara didn't mind this, because on days like this she would take her home cooked lunches into the spacious food court on the floor below. 

She would find an empty area in a corner somewhere and continue reading one of her books while she ate. It was the perfect way to spend her lunch hour, and the sounds of rain and thunder would make it even better.

As she walked towards the escalator, her mind fell upon her new acquaintance. 

"Where was he right now?" she wondered. 

Sara thought it was best that they hadn't seen each other because she might have been a total wreck. She smiled to herself and made her way to a table surrounded by a few large plants. She sat down and placed her microwaved food on the table. 

She loved Italian cuisine and was having Carbonara today. She enjoyed experimenting with recipes at home and thought that she did a pretty good job with this one. 

As she was enjoying her first few bites, a familiar voice called out to her.

"Hello!"

She wiped the corners of her mouth and looked up. It was none other than Chris. He looked a bit disheveled and his suit was splattered with rain drops. He looked silly but she was very glad to see him.

"Hi, how are you?" she smiled, realizing that she probably looked way too happy to see him.

"I'm great, just had my second shower for the morning." he smiled

"Are you just coming in?" she laughed.

"Yea. Uncle Mike's going to have a fit!"

"Uncle Mike? You mean Michael? He's your uncle?"

"Yes he is. I don't usually make it a habit to be late. I just had a hard time sleeping last night."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"I should be heading up there now but when I saw you sitting there, I wanted to say hello. Would you mind meeting up with me after work? I'd like to keep the promise I made to you yesterday."

"That's really not necessary. I'm fine." she said reassuringly.

"But you weren't yesterday and I'd like to make it right. Anyway, I won't take no for an answer, so you have no choice!" he smirked.

"Alright, alright, I accept. Just hurry before you get into trouble." she laughed.

"Yes Ma'am. I'll see you later. Enjoy your lunch."

"Thanks!"

And with that he turned away and hurried towards the escalator. She laughed to herself. She handled that better than she thought she would. Maybe there was nothing to be scared of. He probably just wanted to be friends and that's not such a bad thing. She would meet him after work and enjoy his company. It was after all the weekend and she had the next two days off. 

"Just relax and enjoy the moment." she told herself. 

She couldn't wait to see what he had planned.

**

The mall closed early on Fridays and Sara was happy about this, especially since the hours seemed longer with no customers coming in. All she could do was hope that time went by faster. She was most eager to see Chris; even more than she would like to admit to herself. Her patience was rewarded eventually and closing time finally came. She quickly said goodbye to Louise and wished her a great weekend.

The long boring day had exhausted her but she suddenly felt energized on her way out. As she walked out, there he was smiling and waiting for her. He looked like his little mishap with the rain had never happened.

"Hey!" he said, with a huge smile on his face.

"Hi, how did your day go?"

"It was alright. Uncle Mike wasn't as upset as I thought he would be. Business was really slow today, so it wasn't a huge deal."

"That's good. I thought you might have a rough time getting back on track."

"No way, I'm a pro!" and he winked.

"Yea, sure you are." she said jokingly.

"Enough about me. How was your day? I was worried you might try to escape without giving me a chance."

"I wouldn't do that...even though I think you're taking this too seriously."

"Well, let's just say I know how you felt yesterday. I have an older sister who is overweight and she had a hard time growing up. I can't tell you how many times I caught her crying because someone had been rude to her or called her names. She tried to hide it from me but I quickly caught on. No one should ever have to feel like that. Especially not someone as pretty as you."

Once again, she was speechless. It never occurred to her that he was so intuitive about how she really felt.

"I'm sorry." was all she could say for the moment.

"Don't apologize. I just want you to know that I wasn't trying to be malicious OK? Do you forgive me?"

"I do." she smiled.

"Thank you. Now let's go have some ice cream!" he exclaimed.

"Ice cream?" she laughed.

"What? You don't like ice-cream? Uh...you're not lactose intolerant are you?" he said looking as if he'd made a huge mistake.

"No, it's not that. I haven't had ice-cream in months." she said, most amused by his cute expression.

"Whew...didn't want to offend you again!"

She laughed at him. He was trying really hard to be nice to her.

"I know this great diner. I thought you might like it."

"Well I guess I can take a break from healthy eating for one day." she smiled.

"Great!" he said beaming.

The two walked out together with smiles on their faces. It was as if the rain could never ruin their night.

**

He drove her to a cute little diner a few miles from the mall. They had enjoyed a great conversation during the drive and found that they had similar tastes in music. The two had the diner all to themselves due to the weather and spent the next hour talking and enjoying waffle sundaes. 

Sara knew that she was in trouble. After just two days of knowing him, she was falling for him fast. Their first encounter had probably been a misunderstanding and she was glad that she hadn't pushed him away. He offered to drive her home and she accepted, not wanting to deal with the long train ride.

"I hope you had a good time tonight." he said. 

He was starting to look a little worn out and yawned.

"I haven't had this much fun in a long time. Thanks for taking me... but are you alright? You look really tired. It probably wasn't a good idea to go out with you and not realize that you might have to work in the morning."

"Oh we're going out now?" he teased and laughed.

"You know what I meant." she smiled.

"I'm alright. I'm off tomorrow anyway. Besides I'll sleep much better knowing you had a good time tonight. What happened yesterday really bothered me. The conversation we were having had to do with me asking you out actually." he confessed.

"Really?" she asked, very surprised.

"Yea, I was worried that I made a horrible impression and I couldn't sleep because of it. When I did manage to fall asleep I woke up three hours later than usual."

"I'm really not worth all that trouble. You didn't have to stress yourself. It was just a misunderstanding."

"You are worth it... so uh...can I take you out on a real date?"

She blushed and laughed in response.

"I love that laugh of yours. I'm assuming that's a yes then?" he smiled with a hopeful look.

"Sure, I'd love to."

"Cool, how about tomorrow night? Is that alright with you?"

"That's perfect!"

They exchanged numbers and he promised to call her the next morning. When they arrived he got out of the car to open her door, even though it was still pouring. She had never had anyone go to such lengths to impress her and she felt like she was in a dream. 

They bid each other good night and she thanked him once more. She headed in, walking on clouds for the first time in her life.



Letting Go Ch. 03



I showered first, and pulled on a fresh pair of boxers. Before I could grab some dress pants, Leslie said, as she was stepping into the shower, "No, no underwear tonight." She giggled at the surprised look on my face. "Okay," I said, chuckling. It felt strange but good to be wearing the thin dress pants with my cock, still semi-erect, pressing against them. Finished dressing, I told her I'd wait on the front porch for her. I grabbed a water from the fridge and left the room.

I waited for about a half and hour, watching the few cars go by, nodding and chatting to a couple of inn guests as they went by. I was lost in pre-occupied bliss thinking about the day and its events, waking as if from a dream when Leslie appeared in the doorway.

She wore an outfit I hadn't seen before, a form-fitting coral colored sleeveless lace button-up top, each button on a short string fitting into a loop to hold the blouse together, with a small gap; a solid pale blue wrap miniskirt of very thin cotton low on her hips, her belly button showing about 3 inches above, and just below her top; and matching coral high heels, with no stockings, but a thin, gold ankle bracelet on her left ankle. The top buttons of her blouse were undone, and she wore a coral and blue necklace of shells with a larger shell as its medallion, which hung to the top of the cleavage peaking out of the gap in her top. The quarter-size darkness of her areolae were visible through the lace; she was not wearing a bra. She wore minimal make-up, as was her usual practice, and one preferred by both of us - she simply didn't need it.

It was about 4:30 when we left, with several hours of daylight ahead of us. We had tried all of the restaurants in town by then, and since we weren't yet hungry anyway, we decided to drive to a historic lighthouse about 20 miles away, overlooking the Chesapeake Bay. There was a small strip of sand there, and a pleasant place to spend our time as we whiled away the rest of the afternoon and early evening. As I held the door for Leslie to get into the car, she made sure I got a nice view of her legs, sliding her hem high on her thighs.

It took about a half hour to get to the lighthouse. There were a few cars in the parking area, but it was quiet. We walked hand in hand down the short paved dead-end road toward the little beach. I could see the outline of her breasts as the light filtered through the lace of her blouse. She looked stunning! 

A group of 20-something's, two women and four men, appeared from a trail on the side of the road and headed our way. We stopped and chatted with them, while I enjoyed catching them stealing looks at Leslie and her breasts.

"Wow, you all are awful dressed up for a hike!" one of the guys said.

"Just out for a little romantic stroll before we decide where to go to dinner," I replied, feeling my loins tingle happily again. As I stood blinking into the sun facing Leslie, who had begun a conversation with one of the girls and what appeared to be her boyfriend, who definitely was not hearing a word because of Leslie's chest, I realized how thin her skirt was. It fit tightly around her hips and ass (which looked marvelous, by the way), loosening up around her thighs enough to make it comfortable to walk. I could clearly see the outline of her thighs through the skirt. This caused more arousal on my part, so I plunged my hands deep into my pockets in an effort to disguise it, only partially successfully.

After our conversation with the group, we sauntered on to the little beach. It was about 20 feet wide and 40 yards long, water from the bay lapping gently onto the sand, and a jumble of grass and a collection of those scrappy, tough, weather beaten bushes opposite the water. The entrance was close to one end, not far from which was a young couple lying on a towel together, he wearing baggy swim trunks, she lying face down next to him, the strings of her top untied as she soak in the late afternoon sun, which was just beginning to show signs of descending in the sky.

We traded hello's with them as we strolled by, Leslie carrying her heels to walk in the sand. Near the other end of the sand was a log perfect for sitting to watch the gulls squawk at each other. We had had the foresight to bring a towel with us from the car to sit on, so I placed it on the log and watched Leslie take her seat. It was a low seat, which pleased since it meant Leslie's knees were high and pulled up the hem of her skirt as she sat. 

She straightened her legs in front of her as I sat next to her and put an arm around her. She leaned against me and sighed contentedly. We remained that way for a while, not saying much, just content with being, and being close.

But presently our bums became sore from the log, so we spread the towel out on the sand. Leslie sat with her back to the log, arms behind her head, and I stretched my legs for a bit, gazing out across the water. I hadn't looked her way for a minute, taking in the beautiful scene while we talked about nothing in particular. I turned to say something, and stopped in mid-word when I saw that she had removed her blouse, laying it neatly on the log behind her. Her breasts looked magnificent in the soft, warm light. I stood there mute, grinning and thrilled. She looked at me sideways with a little grin. I could tell that the log, because of its slight angle toward the water of the end toward the other couple, that she was mostly obscured.

I was not, however, with my cock now back at full attention, pressing against my pants.

"Go ahead and unzip," she said, still looking at me sideways, an eyebrow raised in anticipation. I glanced over at the couple to see that he was turned on his side away from us, his head resting on his right hand as he talked to his girlfriend, who was obscured by him. I unzipped and my cock came free to a delighted giggle from Leslie.

"That's better!" she cheered, stretching each arm back to rest on the log, displaying her breasts to me. I could see another thought cross her mind; she leaned forward and looked at the couple, who were still engrossed with each other. Then she pulled a string on the tie on the hip of her skirt and lifted each layer of the wrap in turn, laying the material down on either side of her. She was naked, not having worn any panties. 

I walked over to her and sat down, breathing thank you after thank you to her, and she giggled happily at my approbation.

"Well, if you're so grateful," she said, "then take your clothes off too!"

The shirt was easy, of course, and certainly not attention-getting, but I had to think of how to handle the pants. The boyfriend was now standing about knee deep in the water, his attention still on his girlfriend. Leslie simply folded her arms across her chest, which from the thirty or so yards distant, prevented him of suspecting much without staring and therefore breaking that time-honored beach rule of not ogling. I discreetly unfastened my belt and pants, and the girlfriend, now wearing her top, appeared in the water with him. They turned and waded farther out where they could swim, and began splashing around. I slipped the pants off and laid them on the log. 

"Much better!" Leslie said. Sitting side by side, she began to stimulate my pulsing organ, slippery with precum. "How does that feel?" she asked flirtatiously, already knowing the answer. 

Our companions now were about 50 yards out, still in front of their spot on the beach, swimming and flirting with each other. My hand probed between Leslie's legs, anxious to find her pussy. She lifting her knees and spread her legs for me, still attending to my cock. Her pussy was soaked, and as my fingers slid between her labia, she moaned loudly, moving her ass farther away from the log to give me better access. 

We heard the girlfriend squeal and we froze, thinking they had caught on to our lustfulness. We saw him holding something over his head as she tried, laughing, to grab it. I realized he was doing exactly what I would try to do in the same situation: he had robbed her of her bikini top, and was playing a joyful game of keep-away.

We laughed as we realized what was happening. My fingers resumed their work, much to Leslie's delight. Then we heard more splashing and her scream became slightly more desperate. We watched as he swam for the shore, her top in his teeth.

"Annndyyyy!" she yelled, followed by what sounded like the sort of profanity one uses when they realize they've been had, and they might as well laugh along with the joke. He kept swimming, the stopped when he could stand, saying something to her as he gestured toward us.

"Uh-oh!" we said in unison. We scrambled to get our clothes back on, since we thought we'd been spotted and weren't sure of the reaction. The job was far easier for Leslie,mince she could re-tie her skirt sitting down, and pull on her blouse and quickly button it. I flopped around like a fish as I pulled my pants on, my cock causing its usual tent, then stood to pull on my shirt, leaving it unbuttoned while the boyfriend waded ashore near us. The girlfriend stood in the water now, about 25 yards out, her bare shoulders above the surface. 

"Anndyyy!" she shouted again, a sharper tone in her voice. The boyfriend turned toward us, paused, seemed to change his mind and began walking back to their end of the sand.

"C'mon, Ashley! I was just kidding!" He looked back at us and waved, a grin on his face. We waved in return. He went to their towel and dropped the bikini top, returning to his girlfriend in the water. I sat down again by Leslie, my head spinning again, my balls aching badly at the days' long ordeal they'd been through. I was loving every minute of it, though. I smiled at her, reaching under her skirt to play with her pussy, my turn to tantalize her without satisfying her.

The couple was quieter now, snuggling in the neck-deep water. I wondered even if they were having intercourse, since it seemed that she had her legs wrapped around him. Leslie's legs were spread again, my fingers stimulating her, and she was laying with her back across my lap, saying softly, "Oh, yes, oh yes." She was not ready yet to climax, but was savoring the journey. The couple began to work their way back to their towel in the fading light. She made no effort to cover herself as she walked ashore, and I wished I were closer to have a better look at her. She pulled on a t-shirt, they gathered their things and left.

It was about 9:30 now, getting dark, and we were getting hungry. Leslie was still enjoying soft caresses of her body and pussy, but it was time to go, since most places closed on the Eastern Shore by 11, if not sooner.

We drove to the nearest town, a larger one than we were staying in, and we're in our seats by a little before 10, assured by the one waiter that they were still open, but closed at 11 - still plenty of time, he said, and no big deal to hang out after closing for a while if we wished.

It was a family style place, with a counter with stools up front with display cases of desserts, tables spread throughout the dining room, and booths along the dark wood paneled walls. A few couples sat at various tables, with a few stools occupied by older men. 

Leslie seemed more choosy than normal about where she wanted to sit, and vetoed the waiter's first choice, a table near the kitchen. She chose instead a booth around the corner on the far end against the wall, away from other patrons. I smiled inwardly, suspecting that I might be enjoying visual dessert the entire meal. She sat facing the wall, while I had a view of the dining room.

The waiter seemed to pay close attention to Leslie as he seated us, especially her top. Even in the dim light, it was pretty obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, and I was still enjoying the outline of her breasts.

"That's a pretty color!" he said. Leslie blushed and thanked him as she took the menu from him."

He came back to take our order a few minutes later - Leslie chose a roasted chicken salad, saying she wanted to save room for one of those desserts, and I ordered a steak, of course - but the waiter lingered to chat before heading off with his pad. Leslie enjoyed the attention, and after he left, allowed that he was pretty cute. I had to take her word for it!

We sat across from one another, talking and joking with each other. We've always had a great friendship, so this was nothing new for us. The added layers of sexual excitement were new, of course, and only added to our easy conversation. 

"Stop looking at my boobs," she playfully admonished, giving me that cute, sideways gaze she has, pretending to be upset.

"But why?" I returned, smiling. "Give me one good reason why I should stop?" She grinned and said, "Hmmm, I'm sure there's got to be a good reason. I'll let you know if I think of one!"

The waiter - Brad was his name - came with our meals, and Leslie and I continued our banter until I had to go to the men's room. When I returned I noticed immediately, because my gaze was constantly drawn to Leslie's chest, that she had unbuttoned one more button. I could see her cleavage clearly.

"The scenery has improved since I've been away," I said.

"Really, how?" she asked, feigning ignorance.

"Trust me, just trust me," I said.

It was well after 10 now, and most of the other patrons had left or were done with their meals. 

"Don't think about how I'm not wearing any underwear," Leslie teased.

"Likewise!" I retorted.

The waiter came to fill our glasses. Leslie made no attempt to re-button her blouse - at first I was unsure whether she had remembered how much she was showing. I'm sure Brad was getting quite a view. But then I noticed Leslie unconsciously running her fingers in the V the gap in her blouse made, even pulling the material out slightly as she did so. Then I knew she was quite aware of what was going on, and my stiffness returned in full glory once again. Brad stuck around to chat a bit more, saying things were slowing down, and that he was thinking of letting the cook and the other staffer go early, and that he would close up shop, since it was even slow for a Thursday.

Finally he left our table to check out a man who was ready to go. Leslie's face was beaming, her eyes sparkling. I could tell she felt very womanly, very sexual, very seductive. It was driving me crazy in the best sort of way!

We chatted about her conversation with Brad, she excitedly expounding on the details - how he said he'd grown up in the area, and was in the process of taking over the restaurant from his parents, who were semi-retired, currently on vacation in Florida with their new RV.

There was a long pause in our conversation then. I was consumed by the obvious, of course, thinking of nothing but my aching balls and lust for my wife. I don't know what she was thinking, exactly, but she looked up from her salad, now mostly gone, gazed into my eyes, and unclasped another button.

There were now only two or so buttons still holding on. I could see the curve of both breasts, but not quite her belly button. I could see her fork tremble slightly as she dug into her salad again. I lifted my napkin and looked at my lap, which had quite a peak to it, the summit soaked in precum. I was excited beyond my wildest imagination. Leslie was voluntarily and deliberately exposing herself at close range to a stranger - exposing herself, yes, certainly, but perhaps even seducing him. And I was loving every torturous moment of it!

He returned to our table to check our glasses again, but of course, since they'd been so recently filled, there was no need. With each undone button, his leering into Leslie's blouse was more and more obvious, since I'm sure he guessed that she was not only giving him permission, but inviting him to do so. He practically drooled, but restrained from making any direct comments.

"Night like these, when I get to meet nice folks like you, make all the hard work of a restaurant worthwhile," he volunteered, smiling. Leslie received the double-entendre for both of its meanings, as did, because we would enjoy one another's company, even without the exhibitionism on Leslie's part.

There were only two more sets of patrons when he left our table this time to go take care of a third who was leaving. He took our dirty dishes with him, with promise of chocolate mousse for Leslie and a bowl of raspberry sherbet for me upon his return. Leslie excused herself to go to the ladies' room without buttoning up. The bathroom was on the opposite end of the front counter. As she disappeared around the corner, I saw her cross her arms, with a hand up to her chin, just to hide things a little. On her return a few minutes later, as soon as her back was turned to the middle-aged couple at a table in the middle of the room, she slowed, looking into my eyes, and unbuttoned the last two buttons of her blouse, opening it completely about ten steps from the table. She stopped and pulled back the hanging material, giving me a full view of her breasts. She was beautiful standing there like that! She began stepping toward me again, and as she neared, she cupped each breast in her hands, mouthing, "I love you!"

She slipped into the booth as I whispered my affection to her, reaching across the table to hold her hand, her breasts hanging in plain, perky view. It was incredible!

My look told her that Brad was coming, in case she wanted to take any measures. She did, but only pulled the two sides of her top toward each other, just covering her nipples, leaving much of each breast exposed to see their shape and size. I wanted badly to unzip my pants.

Brad set the desserts in front of us, and, laughing nervously and scratching his cheek, and taking in the view, said simply, "Wow!" Leslie blushed this time, and giggled.

"Something wrong?" I asked coyly. Without removing his transfixed gaze, he said, "No sir, absolutely not!" he stood speechless for a moment, and then regained his composure. "Everything is just fine! Just fine!"

Leslie picked up a spoon and took a taste of her chocolate mousse pie. "Mmmm! That's delicious!"

"Yes, indeed, yes indeed!" Brad said, gawking. 

"Sir! Sir!"

My mind suddenly became aware of another patron who was ready to check out. He was walking toward Brad, trying vainly to get his attention.

"Brad," I said, touching his arm and pointing.

"Oh, right!" he said abruptly, heading off for the cash register with the customer.

Leslie laughed hard, her mouth full of mousse, trying not to spew it all over me. I let her laugh, smiling calmly as I watched her. I deliberately laid my napkin on the table when she was quieting down. Glancing over at the remaining couple at the table toward the front, I could see that they were deep in conversation. I looked back at Leslie, caught her eyes, and unzipped my pants to free my poor, aching member. My pants were soaked with precum, so the air felt cool and erotic when it wafted across my glistening cock. I stroked it gently a couple of times. It was rock hard and pulsing.

"I take it you ... " Leslie paused, her eyes twinkling as never before. She continued, "I take it you're okay with this?" The look on my face, my heavy breathing and a quiet moan answered her question.

Our eyes locked. Slowly, ever so slowly, she opened her blouse, exposing her breasts again. I could see her chest rising and falling with each heavy, yet controlled, breath. Then, our eyes still locked, she bared her shoulders, slipping the blouse off first her right one, then her left. She sat upright, her breasts with fully erect nipples seeming to beckon me, the blouse sliding off her arms behind her. 

The couple at the table got up to leave. As the man was leaving the tip on the table, I reached across to pinch and tweak Leslie's nipples. She let out a long, restrained, whispering gasp. She was trembling with sexuality.




Letting Go Ch. 03



For the last three weeks, Chris and Sara spent time together almost every night after work. They were getting quite attached to each other. Chris even introduced her to his older sister and she loved everything about Sara. 

They hadn't had any intimate contact yet because Sara wanted to take things slowly. A part of her still couldn't trust him and he was fine with that. He understood how vulnerable she was and he would go at her pace.

** 

Tonight Sara and Chris planned to get away from it all. The past week had taken a toll on them since the Christmas season was quickly approaching. Their usual schedules were constantly being changed and they didn't get to see much of each other. To make up for the time lost, they planned ahead and decided to request a few days off. 

Sara didn't feel like going out. Instead she wanted some quiet time with him and he would gladly oblige. They decided to go to Chris' apartment to have dinner for their first night off. The agreement was that Sara would cook and Chris would supply the cheesy horror movies, or as he described it "quality entertainment." 

She planned on making him his favorite sausage and pasta dish, which unbeknownst to him was no difficult chore. He also bought a few bottles of wine to complete their night of fine dining. He was quite impressed with her cooking skills when she presented the finished meal and he told her so, feeling like he had not contributed enough to their date night.

"It's alright sweetie, you've done more than you know." she smiled.

"I feel like I haven't done enough. You're good at doing so many things. "

"If it means anything, I'm very happy being with you. I didn't think I ever would be actually...but you've changed that." she confessed.

"Well...If you say so. You deserve to be happy babe, and I want to be the man who makes you happy." he said, giving her that gorgeous smile which always made her heart skip a beat.

"You did all the cooking, so I'll take care of the dishes later. I'll get some more wine and we can watch the movies."

"Okay!" she said cheerfully.

The two cuddled up on the couch with a bottle of red wine. They decided to watch Subspecies; a B-movie about vampires which both had already seen but didn't mind watching again. As the movie began, Sara laid her head on his chest. 

It was a very cold night and it was pouring just as it had been when they first walked together. She enjoyed being close to him. The warmth of his body made her feel safe and his scent was intoxicating.

She wanted him very badly but she fought her desires with all the strength she could muster. She doubted herself and was worried about what might happen after she gave herself to him. Would she be any good? Would he leave her after and disappear? Previous experiences with men had turned her into someone she didn't want to be: untrusting and under-confident. Even though he made a huge effort in trying to prove her wrong, she was still afraid that it was all an act.

All the thoughts running through her head dissipated as she suddenly felt his soft fingers stroking her neck. The sensation was delicious and she allowed it without protest. She moaned softly and let him continue. 

Chris looked down at the beautiful woman lying on his chest and smiled. He knew how delicate her situation was and wanted to do all he could to put her mind at ease. She looked beautiful to him in the soft light emitted by the TV and he couldn't resist her. He shifted closer to her and began kissing her neck softly, while his fingers, on the opposite side stroked her collar bone.

Sara couldn't stop shivering. The pleasure she found from these simple acts was something she had never experienced before. Her body ached with desire and her nipples grew harder as he touched her. She lifted his head with one finger and kissed his lips. They were very soft and tasted of the red wine. She couldn't help sucking on his tongue and bottom lip. 

He tasted so good to her and she wanted more of him. She broke away from the sweet kiss, climbed on top of him and undid his collared shirt. She began to return kisses to his neck and shoulders. Chris slowly lifted the back of her blouse and ran his fingers along the sway of her back. He had always wanted to touch her caramel skin and tonight he was rewarded for his patience.

"Are you ready to do this?" he asked with a whisper.

"I am. I've waited so long, and I can't take it anymore. I want you right now."

She didn't care anymore about the negative thoughts in her head...all she cared about now was Chris, and making him happy. She stood up, unhooked her bra and took her pants off just leaving her top and thong on. She felt too embarrassed to strip herself naked in front of him. He also stood up and removed all articles of clothing except his; revealing his beautiful, athletic body. 

He wanted her just as much but didn't want to risk scaring her. He sat back on the couch and held his hand out to her. She took it and sat on top of him, feeling his hard cock poking through his boxers. It turned her on even more. She wanted him inside her but she also didn't want the moment to end too quickly.

Chris' cool fingers trailed along her thighs as she continued to taste his lips. He had never felt anything so smooth and couldn't fight the urge to grip the soft flesh beneath his fingers. A tiny gasp escaped from her lips as she felt his fingers digging into her thighs. 

It was not pain that she felt, but something much more exquisite which she could not find the words for. The crotch of her thong grew damp with her wetness and she squirmed on top of him as she felt him growing harder beneath her. 

His right hand let go of her thigh and slowly made its way up to her wet, plump lips. The black lace was soaked as he gently ran his finger along the slit, teasing her with his touch. Sara purred softly as his fingers lifted the thin material and stroked her as one would a kitten. Her body was tingling all over and she could do nothing as she was weak and at his mercy. 

Chris' hand reached under her blouse and cupped her right breast which was very soft and smooth to the touch. He lifted the fabric and began licking her nipple gently. His tongue twirled around it and teased it slowly at first, then quickening with a speed that caused her body to shiver. He finally took it all into his mouth and sucked hard on her nipple, while he stroked the brown areola with his forefinger. This was all driving her wild. She was dripping with wetness against his finger still. 

Sara pushed him back suddenly and tore her breast away from his mouth. She stood up, removed her thong and pulled his boxers off. She then positioned herself over him; not quite touching his body.

"Do you want me?" she asked

"Of course I do. You know that I do."

Sara got closer and kissed him deeply. She sat on top of him, slightly wetting his cock with her juices. He reached for her left breast and took it into his mouth, teasing and sucking on it, as he had done to the other. He was getting harder as the seconds went by and his thick cock stood at attention with her wet mound only a few centimeters away. 

He grabbed her hips suddenly and pushed her wet pussy down until it reached the large head of his cock. The juices enabled him to slide the tip into her easily and he was in ecstasy from the tight feel of her. 

Sara gasped in surprise. She felt a shock go through her entire body as he entered her.

"Did I hurt you babe?" he asked in a concerned voice.

"No, no it feels so good, please don't stop." she said as she tried to get a hold of herself.

"Are you su...." he tried asking, but before he could finish she took the initiative and slid all the way down to his balls taking all of him inside her. 

Chris grabbed her soft thighs and squeezed them gently as she slowly rode him. Her silky, warm insides drove him mad. He wanted to release but held back. He would take his time until they were both equally satisfied. He lay back on the couch and his cock slipped out of her momentarily. It was his turn to take charge and he smiled to himself at the thought.

"What is it?" she asked almost out of breath.

"Come here." he smiled and reached out for her.

He pulled her on top of him and enjoyed the site of her huge breasts as they jiggled under the tight blouse she wore. She sat up directly above his hard cock and stroked it with her tiny fingers before she slid down on him for the second time. The sensation was sweeter than the first, and she felt another jolt as he bucked his hips and slammed into her hard. Sara cried out as he reached her most sensitive areas. 

He held her closer to his body and squeezed her soft buttocks while he slammed harder and harder into her wet insides. She was too out of breath to say anything and could only moan and call out his name.

He pulled her breast to his mouth and gently bit her nipple, grazing it with his teeth. She was losing her mind and didn't know what to do other than hold on to her man tightly. He was all hers. That's all she ever wanted and she was his. He reached up and kissed her mouth, while still moving in and out of her. 

He clasped her hands tightly, not intending to let go. In that moment she felt so loved and wanted. She almost wanted to cry...but she knew if she did that, he would stop and their moment together would be ruined. Sara held her tears back and bravery suddenly took a hold of her.

"Let it go!" she told herself. "Let the pain go!"

She gently pulled away from his grasp and took her blouse off, fully exposing herself to him.

"You're beautiful!" he smiled and he slowed his motion to admire her. 

She felt a little awkward being stared at but he leaned forward and kissed her lips gently, moving down to her chin, her neck and then her full breasts. He straightened himself, sat up and slipped out of her. 

He was still hard and his lower torso was gleaming with her juices. He took her hand and guided her to his bedroom. He had wanted her in his bed for a long time and that time had finally come.

Chris lay her down on the king-sized bed and got on top of her. He kissed her lips as he ran his hands down her body, massaging her soft belly and the folds along the sides of her waist. His hands settled on her thighs and he gently spread them apart. 

He slowly ran his finger over her smooth pussy once again and inserted his finger into her slowly. She was wetter than ever and he would keep her that way. She had endured so much pain in her life and he wanted to take care of her; pleasure her. She deserved that much.

His fore finger reached for her clit and the electrifying sensation made her moan softly for him. The pressure of his finger made her arch her back as the pleasure overtook her. Without warning, he entered her in a quick and fluid motion which made her gasp in surprise. She gripped the sheets as he went deeper into her than he had ever gone before.

"Oh yes baby! Harder baby, faster please! I want to feel you deeper...deeper!" she gasped, almost out of breath.

He obeyed his goddess and slammed into her faster, faster, and harder. She was in ecstasy. Chris had gone deeper than any man before him. Her body shook furiously as she felt an intense heat all over her body. Everything went black for a few seconds and she let out a loud cry as she experienced her first orgasm.

"Yes baby, come for me.... come on my dick baby!" he whispered. 

At that moment he also released his hot fluids inside her. He almost lost his balance and fell on top of her. Although both were gasping for air, they held each other closely and Sara stroked his damp hair as he lay on her soft breast.

"That was...horrible!" he laughed.

"Shut up!" she said and threw a pillow at his face. 

She knew that he was joking. Something made her believe that this man was hers forever. He wouldn't go anywhere, nor would he leave her. The way he held her and the passion he felt for her was undeniable. She had finally found her prince among frogs.

.End.



Letting Go Ch. 03



Between bites of mousse and sherbet, I continued stimulating her nipples, at one point, much to her pleasure, raising my glass of iced tea to each of them, then gave them some sensual tugs. In the meantime, I could feel precum running down the length of my shaft, and down my balls. I felt ready to explode.

A few minutes before closing time, we heard the last couple leave, the bell on the door clanging as they left, Brad calling after them to come again. Moments later he rounded the corner on a beeline for our table, a look of great anticipation on his face. 

Leslie held her breath when she saw me indicate that he was coming, her eyes big. She rested her spoon-laden hand on the table to keep from shaking, the other in her lap, back straight as a board, causing her breasts to stand at perfect attention. She stared into my eyes.



Letting Go Ch. 04



Brad didn't say a word when he saw her. First, he just stared. Then, a euphoric grin slowly spread across his face.

"Wow!" he finally said again, though this time much more slowly. Leslie looked up at him, smiling brightly, and with a giggle, said, "How do you like your tip?"

"Best tip ever!" he said. "Wow!"

That broke the ice a bit, and we chatted for a few minutes, his eyes never wandering from Leslie's breasts. We finished our desserts, and Leslie put an elbow on the table and chatted as if nothing were out of the ordinary. Then it occurred to Leslie that it was after closing time, and she suggested that we could get going if Brad wanted us to.

"No!" Brad said sternly. "I mean, no, you don't need to!" he said, softening. "I mean, I - it - really, you can stay!" he was stammering and there was desperation in his voice. I couldn't help but laugh. "We're not in a hurry if he isn't then, Leslie," I said.

Brad told us he needed to lock the doors and turn out some of the lights and do a few other things to close up, "so no one else comes in." He rushed off, leaving us alone again. 

"How do you feel?" I asked Leslie.

"God, I don't know how to say it!" She thought for a moment. "Alive! I feel alive!"

"Anything else?" I pressed.

"Sexy. Wanton. Lustful. And I am loving it!

I felt my cock throb at those words, and another stream of precum ooze down to my balls. I reached across the table and began to play with Leslie's breasts again. She leaned in, her eyes closed. This time I gave each nipple ample attention with each hand, pulling, twisting and blowing on them. I could not quite reach them with my mouth, but it was beautiful to see desire drive her to give me access, encouraging me to to do this in a booth at a restaurant with the owner going about his duties to close for the night. 

Brad turned off enough lights to prove to outsiders that he was closed for the night, but still give plenty of light for us. He also closed the blinds in the big windows up front. When he disappeared again, Leslie took my hand, rose to her feet and guided me to a table in the middle of the room, my cock protruding obscenely from my pants. She was tired of staring at the wall, I supposed, and wanted a change of scenery. We each sat in a wooden, curved back chair, Leslie to my right, her left hand quickly under the table to caress my slimy cock. We saw Brad take his apron off and throw it under the counter. When he turned toward us, he looked startled but pleased to find us in the middle of the room, Leslie obviously still topless.

"All done," he announced as he sat in a chair across from us. "Now we can visit."

"Good," Leslie said, not ceasing stroking my cock under the table.

Leslie and he chatted for a few minutes about nothing in particular. As he watched, he began to catch on what was going on under the table. He got quiet, trailing off until he said nothing, but watched intently, his eyes traveling from her breasts to her disappearing arm, back to her breasts. I was leaning back in the chair, my hips toward the front edge, to make it easier for Leslie to stroke me. Her hand was soaked with my precum.

Finally she sensed she was getting me too close, and stopped. She smiled at Brad and proceeded to lick her hand and fingers, tasting me, and perhaps a little of her dessert, too.

"Mmmm, that's a good combination with chocolate mousse," she said wryly. That caused both Brad and me to chuckle.

Looking at Brad, Leslie suggested he give us a tour of the restaurant, which he readily agreed, since it would give him a chance to watch Leslie move. Before standing, I started to stuff my cock back into my pants, but stopped me. "Leave it out. I want to see it," she whispered. I nodded and stood obediently, not trying to hide myself. As Leslie turned to follow Brad, he watched her give my cock a little, loving squeeze. He seemed to approve.

We made the short walk to the front, by the counter, where he began the tour. Leslie looked remarkable standing topless next to him, her small skirt I knew just above her pubic hair. While hardly comprehended a word, he began a long dialogue with Leslie about his restaurant, answering questions she fired at him. As they talked, and as we went behind the counter, and through the kitchen, she would touch his arm or shoulder as she made a point. That progressed to his touching her on the elbow to guide her past to see something, his own gaze fixed on her breasts, so close to him now. He opened the freezer for us, and Leslie laughed as she jumped in and then back out to feel the cold on her bare skin. Laughing, he said, "You're covered with goose bumps!" and rubbed her arms and back to warm her. 

From then on, she walked holding his arm, her right breast against his skin. Occasionally, she would work her way over to me while she and Brad were stopped to talk, and openly begin stroking my cock. Their conversation would continue as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. During one of these stops, in the storage area underneath the building, she unbuckled my pants, slid them off and threw them in the corner, telling me to leave them there. She did the same with my shirt in the narrow stairwell, so I was naked as I stepped out into his office in a small room in the back.

It felt odd, to say the least, to be the only one fully nude, with a fully clothed male stranger ogling your half naked wife in the middle of a restaurant you've never been to. But, like Leslie, I felt so alive, so sexual. I could see it in her eyes, too. And Brad seemed to be thoroughly enjoying his time with us, even with me nude.

I took the opportunity in Brad's office to turn the tables on Leslie for a moment. While they talked, her arm around his, her right breast touching his arm, I approached her from behind, and began to caress her. With my left hand, I reached around to her left breast, teasing her nipple. With my other hand, I caressed her ass. Her cracked showed cutely at the top of the skirt all evening, and it was time for me to enjoy it. I reached under the skirt and felt the curve of her ass where it leads to between her legs. She kept her conversation going, and Brad, looking on, didn't flinch. With her left hand, she reached back and began to stroke me again. When it was time to move on again, I impulsively hooked my finger in the tie that held her skirt together, and as she pulled away, she felt it loosening. She didn't resist, and after a few steps, it had fallen away.

Brad didn't skip a beat, but kept her in tow out the door, through the kitchen and back to the front counter, his hand on her ass the whole time. I knew she was now beyond the point of no return.

He guided her to the end of the counter, where he told her to stay. He left her there, walking to the far end of the dining room, and turned, beckoning her to come. Here was a man who appreciated real beauty. As she walked, her ass and bare skin looked incredible as she sauntered along in her heels. He smiled appreciatively the whole time, and when she arrived, gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead, turned her around, and whispered something to her. She smiled and nodded, walking the same walk back to me. Her breasts moved seductively with each step, her hips swaying, her shaved pussy lips showing below her pubic hair. Brad watched her the whole way again, smiling. 

While Brad returned, Leslie and I kissed, deeply, my hands taking a quick tour of every part of her body I could reach, her own hands caressing my aching, aching cock. Feeling an extra set of hands on her ass, Leslie turned to Brad, who led her several step away.

"Take off my clothes." 

She started with his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it, then sliding it off him. She lifted his t-shirt, and he helped to pull it off while he kicked off his shoes. Her back to me, Leslie bent to pull his socks off, and I could see her red, open and wet pussy. She caressed his chest for a moment before turning her attention to his bel, then his pants. They fell to the floor easily, and he stepped out of them. He wore boxer briefs, but his erection and size were obvious. Leslie was breathless now, and she pulled of his underpants, his hard cock bouncing free past her face as she lowered them to the floor.

He was about 8 inches, his whole body devoid of hair, fit and muscular, but not overly so. More handsome than I, for sure. He turned to lean against the counter, Leslie sinking to her knees to taste another man's cock for the first time. I stood by and watched as she pressed her face against it, both of them moaning. She licked his balls first, then around the base of the shaft. She opened her lips to slide up and down its length, roving closer to the head with each pass. I could smell sex in the room over the lingering odor of hundreds of meals. 

She finally took him in her mouth, prompting a wave of relief from him, and a loud groan. She glanced up at me, and I smiled approvingly. She used her left hand to stroke me while she sucked Brad's cock. Sometimes it would go deep in her throat, and she would hold it there, cupping his ass with her free hand. 

After a while, he stopped this and lifted her onto the counter, sliding salt and pepper and sugar containers out of the way. She reclined, arching her back with her arms over her head, yielding totally to him. First, he walked around, and standing between two stools, he kissed her. I had never seen this before, of course, and I knew full well she had never kissed anyone since we'd been married. Somehow this was more erotic than watching her suck his cock, perhaps because kissing is such an intimate thing. She obviously enjoyed it a great deal, for I heard her gasp and moan like she did only when thoroughly aroused. His left hand explored her breasts as their tongues swirled and fought. She lifted her knees and spread her legs wide. There she was, naked, lying on a lunch counter in a restaurant, legs spread, kissing a stranger who was fondling her breasts and about to do more to her. 

I went to the end of the counter to watch, caressing her lower legs, enjoying her pussy on display and Brad's growing excitement over her body and sexuality. He kissed down her neck to the sound of her moans, then sucked and licked her nipples heartily. His hand found the inside of her right thigh, then her left, then her pubic hair. What a joy it was to see her so aroused!

He kissed down her stomach, back up to her breasts, then her lips, and back again, this time brushing a kiss across her pubic hair. She was in ecstasy! 

Finally, after teasing with his tongue, he buried his face between her legs, and she raised her hips to receive his tongue deep inside her pussy, her moans loud and frequent now. I watched for a few minutes, then walked over to where her head lay, her chin raised in sweet bliss while he tongue fucked her pussy. She smiled at me, and I brushed her hair with my hand, smiling in return. I leaned down and began to kiss her, smelling him on her face, which turned me on even more. Then I sampled her breasts, still wet with his kisses, and she moaned loudly at the combination of oral stimulation on her nipples and pussy. 

Brad then climbed onto the counter and, spreading her legs wide, mounted her, his cock plunging deep into Leslie's pussy. I backed away as he leaned down to kiss her again, his face reeking with her juices, his thrusts long and hard. Her breasts bounced with each thrust. He stopped and rolled her over, kissing the back of her neck as he slid his cock along her ass cheeks. She ducked her chin and moaned again. He kissed down her back, lingering at the top of her ass crack. I saw her raise her hips to encourage him. Slowly he worked his way down, closer to her sphincter. She reached back and spread her cheeks for him; he blew softly at her tailpipe, his mouth only an inch away. Leslie seemed to hold her breath. Then, gently, his tongue touched the bullseye. She almost yelled, "Yessss!" She repeated it, over and over, as he finally plunged his tongue into her asshole. Kissing her then was incredibly sensual, her hot breath coming in gasps and almost convulsions.

Brad mounted her again, sliding his cock between her ass cheeks. The look on her face was beautiful as he entered her. I kissed her more, and then hopped up on the counter and offered my cock to Leslie. She took it in her mouth greedily, my cock sliding between her lips with each of Brad's thrusts. Then Brad turned her over again, indicating he wanted to trade places with me. I complied, licking her soaked pussy immediately. I looked up to see Brad squatting over Leslie's face, facing me, his balls being slurped by her eager mouth and tongue. Her nose had to be near his asshole. Then I saw her chin disappear behind his balls, and watched as his face turned blissful. She was tongueing his ass. My view of this was beautiful: with my tongue buried in her pussy, her pubic mound was in the foreground; the sweeping curves of her belly led to her breasts; beyond, I caught an occasional glimpse of her chin behind his balls, his fully erect cock dripping with precum. 

When he could stand it no longer, he stood and walked to Leslie's feet, knelt and mounted her again, pounding deep into her pussy. I watched his balls slap against her ass cheeks as he fucked her. She was close to coming - something that has never happened with me inside of her. Her eyes rolled back, her face visible to me as she clutched him close, chin over one shoulder. Suddenly, she began a long, building shriek, and his balls drew up and they came in a flurry of gasps, yells and grabbing. He kept thrusting, prolonging the pleasure for both. He lay on top of her for a minute, catching his breath, his back shiny with sweat. I was so proud of Leslie, and thrilled for her. 

He dismounted, kissing Leslie on the forehead and squeezing her breasts. Leslie sighed and raised her chin to look at me. I smiled at her, and she beckoned me to climb on the counter, on top of her. Close to her face now, I could smell Brad's musky scent on her, and I remembered her pleasuring Brad's ass. She pulled my lips to her's, and we kissed deeply. Being her idea, her desire, it was thoroughly erotic.

Next, as Brad looked on, she pushed my head toward her breasts, where I again teased her nipples with my tongue. Brad climbed on the counter again, kneeling over head face so she could tease is spent cock, still mostly erect and throbbing. I licked and kissed my way down to her soaked pussy, reeking with his cum and her juices. She pressed my face between her legs, Brad's white semen oozing out of her. My mouth was soon full, my face saturated with the sexual mixture of male and female desire. Leslie was euphoric once more, and she came again, hard and loud, Brad's cock in her face. Still convulsing with the last throes of orgasm, she pulled me up to her face again, and, with Brad's cock only inches away, we again kissed, wetly, messily, violently, noisy, gasping and moaning, almost animal like.

She sat up now, and, pushing me down on my back, she mounted me, plunging herself down onto my tortured cock, with Brad behind her. It didn't take long for me to explode, having been teased and brought so close so many times these last few days. But it was long enough for Brad to finger Leslie's ass as she humped me. He also reached around her with his other hand to play with her breasts. When I came, I felt as though I was turning inside out, as if I was ejecting everything inside of me into Leslie smelly, used pussy. It was so intense at first, I could not make a sound, but then, as I felt the huge wad of cum travel the length of my shaft, I heard a single long, guttural, primeval groan well up from deep within me. I convulsed for a good minute, and when I opened my eyes, Leslie still straddling my cock, Brad was pressing his cock against her back, squeezing her breasts with one hand, the fingers of his other hand, the one he had been fingering her ass with, in her mouth as she sucked on them.

Leslie began to frantically masturbate, something I had never seem her do, and I suspected it was her first time. She came quickly, ejecting easily some of the huge load I had delivered, cum dripping from her pussy onto my cock and stomach. She leaned back against Brad to catch her breath, he still groping her body. He pushed her forward to her hands and knees, her face over mine, and began to fuck her again. Leslie and I kiss slowly as she rocked with each thrust. It wasn't long before Brad came a second time, yelping sharply as the load shot deep into Leslie's pussy. I felt Leslie tighten and quiver, shuddering as another orgasm rocked her body.

She collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her, and we lay there, not saying anything. Brad knelt behind her, occasionally caressing her ass and legs. I could feel cum oozing out of Leslie's pussy onto me.

After a few minutes, Brad disappeared. We could hear him moving around the restaurant, in the kitchen, and the basement door open and close. Leslie and I were too spent to wonder seriously what he was doing. He returned, and heard him place some things on the counter.

He sat on one of the lunch counter stools alongside, and caressed Leslie's body once more, feeling her smooth, warm skin on her back, ass and legs. Leslie purred approvingly.

I glanced over at the clock on the wall over the window into the kitchen. It was 2:30 a.m. Checkout time was 10 a.m. at the inn, which, counting the drive back from the restaurant and packing, left a short night of sleep before our journey back to reality and home. 

"It's getting late, dear," I said, my voice hoarse. I gave Leslie a gentle nudge to get up.

Brad said softly to both of us, "I gathered all your things - your purse, wallet, keys and so on. They're right her on the counter. I'm keeping your clothes ... "

Leslie looked at him quickly, then back at me. We smiled together. "Okay," Leslie said simply, reaching for a napkin from one of the dispensers on the counter.

Brad stopped her. "No, don't clean yourself up." Leslie sat on the edge of the counter, blinking as he said this, letting it sink in. We smiled again at each other. "Okay," she said.

When she hopped off the counter, there was a wet smear where she'd been sitting. I rolled off, my rubbery limbs having trouble getting organized as I gained my feet on the floor. My cock was still hard and pulsing with each beat of my heart. I was wet with cum, and I noticed a wet streak running down each of Leslie's inner thighs.

We made motions to leave, and chatted with Brad for a few minutes. As we said goodbye, he hugged Leslie, inserting a finger into her pussy and then into her mouth to suck. She cradled his cock in her hands. "One for the road," he said, smiling.

"We never paid for our meal!" I remembered, opening my wallet.

"Yes, you did." Brad said, a grin on his face.

He unlocked the front door for us, and opened it, a warm, humid blast of air enveloping our bodies. "Do come back and see us!"

"We just may do that," Leslie said happily. "We just may do that!" 

We walked out the front door, naked and happy, holding hands. I opened the car door for Leslie, and she turned and waved to Brad as she got in. We rode in silence back to the inn, holding hands as I navigated the dark, empty roads. The smell of sex filled the car. At the inn I parked, and we sat for a few minutes, saying nothing. Then Leslie leaned over and gave me a long, slow, loving kiss. 

"Thank you," she said, looking into my eyes.

"I love you," I told her.

We got out of the car and walked into the inn to our room, arm in arm, curled up together and fell fast asleep.

The End