1 comments/ 55392 views/ 6 favorites Chamber of Secrets By: MuseShadow We were sat there waiting for the flick to start, there were two seats open to my left. All the groups of people looking for seats were in three's. I was reading a book I had brought along and over the top of the page I see this fantastic pair of legs in this little black mini skirt walk by. I do the oh so cunning and subtle look up from my page at my friends turn and check her out move. Smooth I know. Well from the ground up she had on low heeled shoes, tan what I thought were pantyhose, said killer legs and horny little black mini skirt. This was followed by a rather pronounced pregnant belly, a black dress jacket and a satin white blouse. She was blond probably late 30's maybe early 40's but great shape, nice skin and a cute mouth. She had a young man with her who was her son about 19 by my guess. She smiled and asked, "Are those seats taken?" I said, "No." She took the nearest seat and motioned for her son to sit on the far side. I didn't pay too much attention to her again until after about ten minutes into the actual movie when I glanced over at her legs. I guess she was close to term as she was sat there with her legs open for comfort. Eh no biggie well that is until I realized I could see the top of her stocking on the inside of her left thigh. It was just peaking out from under the hem of her mini skirt and that sent my mind off. Every now and then I would glance over at her face or down at her legs. I was watching the movie but the back of my mind is thinking how sensitive her body must be right now. I kept thinking about how I wanted to reach over and slide a hand up between her thighs. At one point I shuffled in my seat to cover my growing discomfort. I guess she had noticed or something because no sooner did I get settled than she put her hand on my arm and leaned over. I leant forward to hear what she is going to say and found myself looking down at her open legs clearly seeing the stocking tops again. Flustered I looked up at her getting an eye full of plunging cleavage and the distinct outline of large puffy nipples through her bra and blouse where her jacket was open. She squeezed my hand and asked, "Would you mind watching my seat for me while I go to the rest room?" I smiled, nodded and said, "Yeah no problem." I turned my attention back to the screen chiding myself for lusting after this poor pregnant woman. I'd never found pregnant women attractive or un-attractive but this particular woman certainly had grabbed my interest. She came back and before sitting down leaned towards me again and said, "Thank you!" Again I was treated to the view of these two large breasts swinging inside her satin blouse, nipples pushing hard against the material. I stammered, "You're welcome." It dawned on me then that between her invasion of my personal space and her body language, she might be getting turned on suspecting I was ready to jump her. At that point I pretty much lost focus on the movie. I was fantasizing about it being just her and I there. How I would slide my hand up her leg, beneath her underwear and slowly finger her cunt, how I would roll up her dress and fuck her in the ass while reaching around and massaging her breasts. I stole another peak at her legs wishing she would do something. I guess she caught me looking though she didn't let on. I glanced back to the screen and she shuffled in her seat rolling her ass forwards a bit and opening her legs wider to release the pressure on her back. I was already pitching a major hard on at this point. Now I glance over and her skirt has ridden up higher where she moved forwards. I guess in the dark she didn't care and would rather be comfortable in the dark of the theater. Her hand touched lightly on my knee and I looked down. She moved her hand to her left knee and I kept watching. She slid it up her leg under her skirt and down her right thigh. I looked at her face and she was just staring forward with a big smile on her face. Okay then, I thought to myself. Grinning I stare down quite blatantly following the heavy curve of her belly spying her naval from between two buttons and then down to her legs. Still smiling she shuffled forward another inch, rolling her hips and treating me to a shiny hint of a curve of her panties. I stared for a moment. Next she leant forward and unbuttons her jacket so I turn my head and watch. She arched her back, her heavy breasts pushed against her blouse. She slipped her right arm out and then turned and looked straight at me. She opened the left side of her jacket blocking her sons view and reached inside the jacket with her right hand as if to loosen the sleeve. Only she licked her lips and cupped her breast in her hand giving it a squeeze and pulling at her nipple. I jerked my leg and knocked her purse onto the floor. She finished removing her jacket with a chuckle and laid it across her lap. As I reached down to get her purse and she coughed, I look up and saw why that the horny bitch has the jacket over her lap. The light from the projector has lit up her crotch and I can see her pronounced pussy lips' dribbling behind what I thought was blue satin thong. The smell her musk wafted toward and she reached down and stroked her pussy from bottom to top under the jacket her mischievous eyes watched my reaction. That was the last straw for me I couldn't take any more. I handed the woman her purse, leaned over and told my friends I was using the restroom and left. I slowed my pace once I got clear of the stairs willing my erection to go away before I hit the lobby. I went out and sat on one of the benches by the restrooms at first but it was too warm there so I moved and sat outside. After a few deep breaths I started to feel back in control. Next thing I know she's walks out the theater and out into the parking lot. Curious I followed her to a large Suburban with tinted windows. She unlocked it, opened the back door and climbed in leaving the door open. So I went over and peered in. She was sat demurely on the far back seat. She motioned me to climb in so I did, sliding the door shut behind me. She explained she left her son to watch the movie after she saw me bolt. She talked as she moved apologizing for playing with me inside. She slid over to the middle of the back seat and leaned back letting out a moan as the pressure from her belly eased up. She unbuttoned her jacket and explained how long it had been since her husband had made love to her and continued on that he told her she was ugly in her current condition. She opened her legs wide placed her feet next to the headrests of the seats in front of her and asked me, "Do you think I am ugly?" I didn't reply I just simply unbuttoned my jeans and eased my drooling cock out of my pants. She was licking her lips with anticipation and her face flushed with excitement. I explained quietly, "I will happily help you out but for the duration of our being together in the car you are to do exactly as I tell you." She nodded eagerly and slowly stroked at her crotch. I admonished her, "That has to stop immediately." I positioned myself opposite her and let my eyes roam. My gaze followed from her shoes, down her stocking clad legs to her crotch. She had nicely tanned and shapely athletic legs. Her crotch was a swollen patch of damp turquoise satin. Her pussy was pronounced and sticky, her lips pushed against the fabric. From there I looked up over the large round bump in her belly, the satin blouse pulled tight over it. It was strange how it kind of protruded out from her but didn't detract from her physique, if anything the curve added to her bodies appeal. Above her belly and under the blouse I could see her large swollen breasts, nipples erect and screaming to be attended too. Her neck was next with slight wrinkles on it. Her face I guessed had received surgery because while her skin showed some aging there was very little in the way of sagging and wrinkles. Her eyes were bright and her tongue flicked back and forth over her lips. The sunlight was dim through the tinted glass and softened her dyed blond hair. I leaned forwards and stroked the bump where her child lay under the white satin. I asked, "How long till your due?" as I rubbed gently. She replied, smiling, "Just over a month and I am so looking forwards to seeing my baby." As she spoke I slid my hands down and pushed my palm against her pussy. I applied pressure slowly wiggling my index finger so her lips opened up and then I worked it up and down just grazing her clit. She stopped talking and made a quiet mewling sound. Softly circling her clit I asked her, "What is one thing you want from me before I have my way with you?" She quietly confessed, "I have only ever been with my husband and that I would be very happy it if you would just performed oral sex on me. I don't want to have sex." I was happy to oblige as the smell of her saturated pussy had filled the whole car. So I eased myself down, face between her legs and just breathed on her thighs. I licked the trails of moisture from around the sides of her panties. Tugged the material loose a little and I pushed in firmly against it with two fingers working her lips apart, soaking the satin before pulling it aside. Her lips were open a little, slightly more protruded than most women's I guess from her first birth and cunt was totally shaved. I complimented her on that and she explained she hated it but that it made the doctors trips much easier. She started to complain about how they always treated her like a piece of meat as I placed my mouth over her hood and sucked her clit working at it with my tongue. She stopped talking and started to writhe telling me how good it felt. I fucked her with my tongue, her pussy juice dribbling down my chin buried inside her. As I slowly licked around her clit, hood and lips she ran her fingers into my hair and dug her nails in. I paused and leant forwards my cock touching lightly on her pussy lips while my face was close to hers and I commanded her, "Lick my face!" She looked unsure but a quick insertion of two long fingers into her pussy had her lapping and kissing away. With my thumb circling on her clit she came on my hand, quivering. I asked, "Do you feel happy?" "I do!", she said and her grin confirmed it. She started to thank me as I caressed her breasts through her blouse and bra, pulling at nipples with my thumb and finger, my cock pushed up against her open hole, my head holding her lips open. She laughed nervously and said, "I think we are finished, thank you." I responded, "I'm not." I couldn't help but get off on the alarm in her eyes that I was going to fuck her. She didn't realize how wrong she was. I pinched each nipple through her blouse and told her to undo it. She did her face flushed red. I let her put her legs down as I slid out of my pants. I told her, "Sit up." and she did. Heavy breasts held in the flimsy bra and legs clamped shut. I reached forward and pulled each breast free of its cup, squeezing and then sucking on her tits. I positioned myself next to her. I instructed her, "Wrap your tits around my cock and slowly fuck it!" and again she did. Her heavy soft breasts working up and down while squeezed around my shaft. She was new to this and rather nervous but soon got the hang of it, every time she slid them up I felt her belly rub against my sack. My own precum providing enough lubrication between her soft tits. I could feel my balls clenching so I stopped her lifted my cock to her mouth while I pulled her head down and told her, "You have to swallow it all." She held her mouth closed shaking her head no. I had no choice I grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed my cock against her lips and calmly told her, "You are going to take it and you are going to like it." Her mouth opened and she licked nervously at my head taking it into her mouth. I made with the happy noises as she started to relax, licking up and down my shaft and kissing my head. As she sucked on my head I slammed my pelvis forward pushing my cock into her throat with my hands pulling her head down. She reacted as all good sluts do sucking and gulping trying not to choke. Her wide eyes were enough to send me over the edge and I emptied my load into her throat. As I withdrew I left a trail of cum from the back of her throat along her tongue out her mouth and down between her tits. Leaning back I complimented her. She smiled weakly wiping the dripping cum from her chin and said, "We are even now." "Oh no my dear pregnant whore we are not!", I replied. I had her slip the panties off and hand them to me. I licked the heady juices from them and told her to show me her pussy. She opened her legs again her swollen belly and breasts disproportionate to her tight cunt. "How long had it been?", I asked her as I wrapped the gusset of the thong around my fingers. "Months!", she said biting her lip trying to figure out what I had planned for her. "I wonder how tight that has left you?", I pondered aloud. My comment had the visible reaction of her clasping her buttocks together squeezing her pussy lips tightly together. I slowly inserted my panty clad fingers into her pussy, working them wide and pulling out then easing more of the fabric inside. After a few pushes her cunt was stuffed the thong the small label was all that showed between her lips like some bizarre white tongue. "That's a start!", I said. She looked confused. I told her, "Turn around on your knees facing away from me." She did. I rolled up her skirt so her ass was exposed the label of the panties poking out. I had her kneel on the seat and hold onto the back parcel shelf. Moving in behind her I rubbed my cock up and down her slit telling her to open her legs more. She didn't move them enough so I pulled the heels of her shoes dragging her ankles out until I was satisfied. Leaning forwards and grabbing her tits I squeezed, gently pinching and twisting her nipples while stroking her belly with the other hand. "Now you're going to tell me where you want to be fucked slut!" I spoke in a low gutteral growl. She said meekly, "Nowhere!", so I squeezed her nipple harder and ran my hand back around her belly pulling at her clit. "Where?", I asked a second time. "Vagina!", she said "Vagina.", in a quieter voice. "That's not a term for fucking!", I corrected her. "You can get fucked in the cunt or in the ass?" I reiterated. She said "Cunt.", even more quietly. I asked her more firmly, "What?" She said between sobs, "Fuck my cunt!" I pushed the head of my cock into her ass. My hands pulled her cheeks apart as I forced my length into her, quarter inch by quarter inch. I complimented her on her tight ass as I worked my cock in and out little by little. With one hand I squeezed aggressively at her tits pulling and twisting her nipples again. She started groaning her hand finding her clit working it hard. "My god!", she moaned "I never thought it would feel this good!" She bucked under me as I reached around fingers grabbing hers rubbing them harder on her clit. I fucked that tight virgin ass deep and hard while she moaned, "Fuck Momma's ass, fuck it deep!" As I felt my balls tightening again I stopped. I pulled out and leaned back. I told to her turn around and sit comfortably. She did sitting down, her skin shining with sweat her panties pushed out of her pussy part way by her orgasm and a big grin on her face. I reached down and pulled the panties free holding them to my face. I closed my eyes and inhaled the deep rich aroma as I licked feverishly at them. I lent forward holding them to her face telling her to lick them too. She did, her breathing getting deeper. I stuffed them into my pocket. "Pull your knees up. I'm going to come over your tits!", I told her. She obliged her hands hooked under he knees. I told her how I wanted to finger fuck her when I saw her inside the theater as I stroked myself. She said she would have liked that, me fingering her cunt in the middle of a crowded theater. She mischievously told me how she would happily slip into my lap on my seat so I could fuck her ass again. I suddenly lurched forwards slipping my cock deep into her cunt burying it in all the way. It clenched and squeezed around me as she bit hard on my neck. With four deep quick thrusts I was close to climax again. I pulled out and with one long stroke pulled my foreskin all the way back and shot my load. The sticky white threads gobbed over her cunt, up her chest and onto her mouth. Her eyes wide she came hard, her spread cunt gushing and gushing fluid out and dribbling down her ass crack. We spent several minutes cleaning up and straightening things. She got dressed and I couldn't let it go at that I had to make that whore come one last time. Laying down face to pussy, cock to face, my head wrapped between her thighs and my cock buried in her throat we feverishly worked on each other. I came first just as she was pulling me out of her mouth, quickly she stuffed my cock back in sucking hard pulling my load from me. When I felt her thighs tightening around my neck I sucked slow and long on her clit and slid a finger into her ass. She came hard again slamming her ass back trying to work my finger deeper inside her, I gave her a second and she took it moaning heavily. We did a final clean up, it was lucky that she had wipes in the car. She commented, "I need my panties back!", as I opened the door. I paused and looked her, smiled and left. Chamber Meeting Rendezvous. I must confess, I didn't think I could spell the word without some help, but for the first time I seem to have managed it (if my spell checker is to be trusted). From the French rendez vous; present yourselves. Used as a noun or a verb. The act of meeting or the meeting place itself. The French have some of the greatest phrases. I love that we can use one word or phrase from another language to capture something more completely than we can in our own. While I'm confessing, I will tell you about my latest rendezvous. A secret rendezvous. This is not the first time I have arranged to secretly meet this man who had, within the last couple weeks, quickly transitioned from my friend to my lover. Maybe the exact point of the transition was that first rendezvous, when I contrived to visit his cabin on the lake to discuss and lament my dissolving marriage. We walked and talked in the promising sunshine of early spring. We sat on his porch and he held me as I cried. We talked some more, his kind and understanding words a balm to my aching heart. Some time later, having migrated to chairs in the sunshine of his yard and under the watchful eyes of nesting songbirds, I tapped some unknown source of courage within myself and quietly asked if I could kiss him. He agreed with a pleased and slightly surprised smile, offering his mouth to my tender kisses. Maybe that was the physical turning point in our relationship, yes, but upon reflection it was only an expression, a confirmation, of what had been growing between us from the beginning, since our librarian friend had introduced us a few months before. After the kiss our relationship continued to develop on the internet, with email, chat, and other social media. Only a few days passed before we arranged to rendezvous midway between our homes, in a secluded alley downtown. I was at least as nervous as I had been when I'd shown up at his cabin, maybe more so. I arrived first and waited anxiously, drawing deep, slow breaths in a fruitless attempt to calm myself. My heart leapt in my chest as he walked around the corner into the alley. So cool, so handsome with his sexy, hippie geek thing going on. So otherworldly. So mine. We exchanged greetings and held each other's eyes for ages. Then we were in each other's arms, exploring a little more of each other than we had before, seeking out skin to taste and touch, learning each other by sighs and murmurs of pleasure.
Does he like my hands in his hair? Does he like it gentle or rough? Oh God, his hands feel so good on my bare waist, pulling me against him. His hot mouth on my neck is sending hot tingles to my toes. My mind reeled when he began caressing my bare leg beneath my skirt, working his way up my thigh with gentle strokes. The man was fascinated with my thighs. He was not unwelcome when he moved higher and slipped his slender fingers under my damp panties and into me. My knees nearly gave out as he gently worked me. I opened to him, held him close, moaned my satisfaction. That was as intimate as we got that day, though I was so out of my head with arousal I probably would not have stopped him if he'd wanted to do more. I was so starved for attention and his touch was so electrifying. We were short of breath and eager like a couple of teenagers one minute, slowing down to gaze into each other's eyes and absorb each other the next. We explored the depths of each other with sight alone, our eyes searching, asking questions, "Who are you? What do you see in me? What do you expect of me? Do you like what you find here?" Replying, "I am yours. I am open. You fascinate me and I want to know more." We talked some, yes, but mostly we focused on the aspect of US that we could not experience in written word. Up until this point I knew he was as enamored with me as I was with him, but did not know if he was considering a future with me or just enjoying it for what it was. I didn't dare question it; I would rather enjoy it for what it was than risk ruining it by wondering what it could be. That didn't stop my imagination from building a life with him, however, nor did it keep my heart from hoping. Somewhere near the end of our hour or so together, as we were exchanging sweet words, I picked up on a crumb of something that I don't think he even realized he had let fall to my plate, and surely he couldn't know how hungrily I ate it up, how I had been waiting to hear it. Maybe I didn't even realize the latter myself. He spoke of someday. Someday when our librarian friend would know about US. This man who was everything I'd ever hoped for in a companion was entertaining thoughts of a future with me. I had to fight back the tears to keep them from falling. Back to the internet; late nights and early mornings chatting. The universe smiled upon us a few days after our alley meeting. I was freed up for a couple of days, with only minimal responsibilities. I sent him a message: I would like to spend the night with you. And so I did. I found my way again to his cabin and a delicious meal, feeling relaxed and at home for the first time in over a week. I unloaded my emotional baggage, with no small amount of sorrowful weeping. Again he held me and spoke reassuring and loving things to me. We spent the night in each other's arms, in his bed, finding no end of ways to express the love we felt for each other. We slept some, loved some more, slept some more. We spent the next day together, reveling in our love, feeding it, watching it thrive. That night we lay down in his bed again, together. Connected in so many ways. It was a premature honeymoon of sorts and we knew it. We embraced it. Since then we have managed to steal kisses, touches, and knowing glances at social functions. Sweet, sweet love. On the internet, learning each other, planning our future. And we had one amazing night under the moon in his yard, after our friends had gone for the night. Dancing in the moonlight, the air cool but not very cold; reclining together on a cozy piece of lounge furniture, talking. So much to talk about with my Love. Both of us always thinking, always communicating, always wanting to connect. Soon time pressed and I felt an urgency. I had to be close to him. Closer. Before it was time to leave. Who knew when we would have another moment? I climbed on top of him and let him see the desire in my eyes, let my body suggest things to him. He was in tune; eyes afire, hungry hands sliding beneath my skirt, along my thighs, touching me, discovering how ready for him I was. I made brief but passionate love to him there, our love sounds mingling with the lake sounds; the night sounds of the frogs and the honking and splashing of geese. My legs were trembling when I finally stood to leave. He helped me to the car and kissed me goodnight. Such promising kisses. My love and I; always following up online, remembering our times together, reflecting on life, the universe and everything. So full of hope. Making each other laugh and cry. The best friend I've ever had. My tender and passionate lover. My life partner. It was time to rendezvous again. I wasn't sure I could handle another casual, restrained public encounter. Just a half an hour alone with him would, hopefully sate me for a bit. I thought this while in another part of my brain I laughed at the absurdity; I would not be sated. Ever. I couldn't get enough of this man and his love for me, of which, it appeared, he had an endless supply. Another private encounter was just as likely to make me more frustrated and impatient as it would satisfy and calm me. My Love has access to our local Chamber of Commerce and I was to meet him there yesterday evening when it would be dark and empty. I was not as nervous as on the previous secret meetings, still nervous enough to be trembling, to get confused about which back door to approach. And then there he was in the doorway (the other doorway, to my embarrassment), smiling at me, inviting me in out of the cold spring rain. I entered. We faced each other. I had thought to just grab him and begin kissing him passionately, but I could only stare at him, overwhelmed with sweet emotion as he unsnapped my long overcoat and slipped his hands in to hold me by the waist, drawing me to him. He seemed to wait for me to make the next move, always willing to go at my pace, whatever it should be. I wanted to hold him close, so close that he melted into me so we could be one person, to ease the ache of wanting him with me always. I shed my coat, tossing it unceremoniously onto the floor. I took him in with my eyes, observing, as always, my own feelings reflected there. Time ceases to mean anything with him, so intense our gazes, our mutual love, respect and desire. I touched his face, his full beard tickling my palm. I leaned in close, my arms sliding around him, breathing in the smell of him. I sought his lips, kissing him slowly, deliberately, so hungry for him and yet not wanting to rush, not wanting to miss a thing. He held me tightly to him, as lost in our kisses as I was. I broke away to look at him again. He smiled knowingly at these affectionate little acts that have become sort of an Absorbing Ritual for me. For us. After a few minutes like this we managed to move away from the entry to the main room where some tables and chairs were set up. The lights were off and it was private, but there was enough light filtering in from outside to see clearly. To see him. To see the joy and hunger in is eyes. His arms were around me again, loving hands on my waist, my back, grabbing my ass through my skirt, sliding under my shirt to my warm skin as we searched each others mouths, tasting, teasing. Talking could wait; this touching and tasting and looking was what we couldn't accomplish online. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind I wondered how far he was interested in taking me during this encounter. Making out at the Chamber was one thing, the idea of having sex there was exhilarating. Yes, as he pulled my shirt collar aside and eagerly nibbled my neck, one hand in my bra, massaging my breast, tugging the nipple until it hardened, drawing a quiet moan from me, his other hand on my outer thigh, working my skirt up to my hips, discovering, with a delighted little moan, that I had left my panties at home... Yes, he would take whatever I offered this evening and I would offer everything. And I would eagerly take whatever he would give me. So greedy, we two. Kissing my Love's neck, my hands in his wild dark hair, my tongue flicking at his earlobe, breathing warmly into his ear and relishing his response; pulling me tighter against him, his hand finding my warm center and his fingers making their way like they had studied a personal map of me for eight hours of every day of the three months prior, so skilled was his touch. Pressing, circling, teasing. I backed against the table and propped one leg on a metal folding chair for support. He quickly took advantage of my openness, plunging his fingers into my wetness, causing me to gasp and moan, lifting my hips to him involuntarily, my eyes closing and my head rolling back. Oh god, what this man does to me with his fingers! He worked me with his hand, his fingers, his other hand on the small of my back holding me to him. I am not sure how long we continued like this or which of us enjoyed it more. He truly loves to give me pleasure and I become hyper-aware of my responses to him, knowing that he is drinking me in. It makes me feel so beautiful and sexy, heightening every sensation. Soon my Love moves between my legs. I hear and feel him undo his pants and push them down. My heart pounds harder in anticipation. I open my eyes and catch his, letting him see my desire, seeing it matched in his. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him, eager and passionate, seeking his tongue, sucking his lips. He pushes between my legs, his hardness brushing against me, making me jump a little, making me gasp a little. His hand finds its way between us, he guides himself to me, pushing gently, parting my swollen lips and barely entering. Pulling out again, teasing. My head rolls back, eyes closed, another moan. It is too much. I lay back on the table and he assists by shoving aside some papers and things, clearing a spot for me. I pull up my t-shirt and sports bra, giving him access to my breasts, my tummy, of which he quickly avails himself, crushing my soft breasts in his hands as he pushes into me again. A little way. Out again. Torturing me. My mind is fuzzy and my sex is hot with the need for him, the anticipation... I wrap my legs around him, encouraging, begging. He pushes into me fully and stops. Mmmmm... yes. Yes. We both moan. I open my eyes again; I must see his face. I must see the desire and pleasure on his face. So amazing, this love of ours. From somewhere outside myself I see us, I take in our situation. We are fully clothed, shoes on and everything, and he is fucking me on a table in the pale evening light at our Chamber of Commerce. Ridiculous and delicious. So naughty. So fun. The vision remains but fades again to the background as my Love's hands find my hips and he begins to move within me, to find his rhythm. Oh yes... he feels so good, fills me so completely. He is so good to me. With the awareness of our limited time he picks up the pace, letting the urgency and hunger lead his movements, thrusting harder and faster as I lift my hips to meet his thrusts. And I know he is delighted with me, delighted to have me spread before him on this table, delighted with my moans and gasps and murmured encouragements, delighted to be pleasuring me, fucking me, fucking his woman, his own Love. His breath grows ragged and he moans as he nears his climax. I cannot describe what it does to me, listening to my Love as he comes. I think my own moans become quieter just so I can listen to him and absorb his abandon. Now I am feeling him tense and pull out. I am so suddenly empty it hurts, but he is coming and I savor the moment. There will be time later to learn each other, time for him to come within me. I sit up and wrap my arms around him. So satisfied, so pleased with him, feeling so tender now and communicating it with my lips, my hands, my eyes. I stand. He holds me tightly. We kiss for awhile. In a moment of inspiration I drop to my knees and reach out to him, pulling him to me so I may kiss him and lick him clean. He is still fairly hard and I take him into my mouth, sucking and teasing with my tongue. I want to make him feel good, to give him as much pleasure as I can. If his response is any indication, I am succeeding. I continue for a little while, thoroughly enjoying myself, then I stand before him again, smiling into his eyes. "All clean," I say with a grin. "Mmmm... You," is his response. He pulls me close and we communicate in kisses, sighs and touches for a few moments. "Would you like to lay down again and I can go down on you or touch you?" he offers with hope in his voice. Just the offer melts my heart. He has been down on me a couple times before and it is a fairly new experience for me. My ex-husband had done it a few times in our 14 years but it was awkward and he never seemed to enjoy it so I was never free to. My Love loves to give me this kind of pleasure and is very, very good at it. How could I resist? I lay back on the table, each foot on a chair for support. My Love begins by kissing and caressing my thighs. I feel so vulnerable, open before him this way. Then his mouth is warm upon me and I feel only pleasure. His tongue is dancing, he is kissing and sucking. Oh God, he is so good to me. I lift my head for a moment to observe. The sight of him between my spread legs, feasting hungrily upon me... oh my. I reach down to run my fingers through his hair, to encourage him, then lay back and just enjoy, gasping and writhing under his attention. It feels wonderful, incredible, but I do not feel the need to climax. It's so much work for me sometimes and this isn't the place. I'm not like the women I read about in stories, who come so easily and repeatedly in any position. I have my moments and they are sweet but, another time maybe. I sit up and pull my Love up to me so I may kiss him again. Why is it so thrilling to taste myself on him? We finally pull up his pants and get decent, grinning like canary-eating cats. After checking the time I decide we can sit and visit for a bit. So, we finish up our rendezvous just caressing and kissing and talking, enjoying each other and dreaming of the future, wondering if and when the universe will provide another opportunity for us to be together before we are finally Together, my Love and I.