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Old Friends - New Lovers

By: SlowlyWalkingWalter



I've known Sarah for nearly 20 years. We "met" online back when the Internet was in its infancy. A time when you had to pay 29 cents to send an e-mail. We were both married then, and had a mutual interest in a certain female singer, which helped our friendship blossom. This was back in the days of cassettes and other memorabilia being swapped and I'm sure that she enjoyed getting little packages from across the country like I did. 

As the Internet advanced, so did we. We opened up to each other about our problems. It was so easy then because while we were friends, we were 3000 miles apart, and it was unlikely that we'd ever meet, and for 5 or so years, we didn't. When we did meet that first time, in a neutral site, spouses in tow, it was brief and weird. 

We've flirted with each other occasionally over the years; well... it was more my flirting with her. With Sarah being 7 years younger than me it was always a thrill for me to think that I may have aroused her. I doubt she has any memories of our instant message conversations as we were both touching ourselves, but there were many things burned into my memory that I've used as masturbation fantasies all these years. She fascinated me and she knew it. And she knew that if she IM's me late at night that I'm likely to be surfing porn. Like many men married for decades, my sex life had mostly become a solo event. Sarah was the one woman that knew of my habits and understood it. 

Sarah knows me better than anyone, including my wife. And while there were some difficult periods in our lives for us both, our friendship has endured. Sarah's not married any more, hasn't been for some time, and she's become an adoptive mother to a bright young boy. We've seen each other a number of times over the years, but it has been about 7 years since we saw each other. That is, until Sarah and her boy both came to visit my wife and I for a week's vacation.

She looked wonderful when I met them at the airport. Her smile with those dimples always mesmerized me. She didn't seem to age a minute during the last 7 years. I immediately remembered why she had fascinated me, though it was somewhat weird for me to see her as a mom. She was always so free spirited to me, even when she was married, and here she was introducing her little man to me. 

We did all the things you'd expect those first few hours back at our house, but all I had in my mind was the chance to be alone with Sarah for a little while. Maybe being the single parent to a 4 year old meant she wasn't as active sexually as she'd like. I don't think I was ever her type, but just maybe something hot and sexy would happen. With her son in bed after a long flight across the country, and my wife heading up to bed Sarah and I were finally alone.

We spent an hour or 2 just talking, while I just kept looking at her, thinking about all the things I had fantasized about. Her breasts were much fuller than I remembered, and I wanted so badly to stand behind her and take out the braids in her hair just so I could run my fingers through her gorgeous locks. I had problems at times keeping a conversation until I blurted out "Why don't we go for a moonlight swim? ". My pool is way in the back of my property and it's well secluded. She said that her bathing suit wasn't unpacked yet so she couldn't swim without waking the boy, but she was eager to stick her feet in the pool while I took a dip. 

My mind raced and my heart began to pound as we walked slowly out to the pool area. Even with all the lights on back there it's relatively dark, but I did put on a few lights so we could see where we were going. It was still very dimly lit even with the light in the pool on. I couldn't help but begin to think about some way to make something happen between us. I quickly went into the pool house to change and within seconds I was in the pool as she came and sat by the edge.

I stayed close to her as we talked in somewhat hushed tones, though it was totally unnecessary. After only a few minutes I just couldn't resist and reached out to Sarah's feet and began massaging them while they were under water. I thought it was a bold move, other than a hug or 2 we've never really had any real contact. A sigh from Sarah let me believe that this was OK for her; I knew it was great for me. I have never had a foot fetish, but it was still erotic to be touching her, massaging her. I gave her a great foot massage as I watched all her tension melt away from her. While I massaged I kept telling her to come swimming with me. She kept refusing in between her sighs from my massage, citing that lack of a swimsuit again. I stepped back from her for a second, whipped off my swimsuit, slapped it up on the bricks next to her and said "No one needs a swim suit, it's dark, it's 2am, its you and me and no one else will ever know" and I again stepped up and massaged her feet moving up to her calves.

Sarah has muscular legs and it was a thrill massaging them, and I told myself that I could see that she missed the touch of a caring man. I had always suspected that she was a tiger in bed, mainly because I knew that she was that rare woman that could enjoy sex for sex's sake, unlike many other women that need the "love" attachment to the physical act. My heart was about to jump out of my chest as I rubbed her legs. Damn, I was totally naked in front of her, even if she really couldn't see a thing with me underwater in the relative darkness. By now my erection was so hard it was almost painful. I stood up quickly and turned and swam into the deep end, floating lazily in front of the underwater pool light, casting a big shadow on the bottom of the pool. To my surprise I saw her begin to take her big loose top off. Wow!! I thought maybe she'll strip down to her bra and panties and give me a thrill, but no, I was wrong as I saw her turn and reach around to unhook her bra!

Now I was cursing myself for not putting on every available light! I turned my back to her, affording her a chance to get in the pool without my prying eyes. When I heard a splash, I turned and swam towards her. She was bobbing in the shallow end, water up to her ears. I spied her shorts and panties on a chair and knew she was also totally naked. I had to tell her that I was totally hard, and she replied, "Well yeah, I wouldn't have expected you not to be". We talked about being naked in the pool, and she said she found it arousing to feel the water swirl around her flesh. Her breasts unconfined were bobbing around underwater and I could see she must be a DD at least. 

We talked about how nice it was for her to have an adult conversation. Besides work, she has rarely had a moment without her child in tow. I could see that she missed the free spirit Sarah, and I was hoping this might be a chance to reconnect with that part of her. I was trying to remain cool, as we kept the talk a little racy. I stood up, moved to where she had been sitting earlier, and hopped up on the deck, feet and shins in the pool, my hard cock fully exposed to her eyes. I watched the look on her face as I sat there and could see her looking directly at me, her eyes averting to my crotch, then back up to my eyes where she sees me watching her watch me, then back down to my throbbing erection. Now maybe she was cursing me for not putting on every light! 

Sarah moved toward me, still staying low in the water, and surprisingly reached out and began massaging me as I had her. It basically put her face height with my cock, and I again watched her look at me, though it was still fairly dark. I was about to pop! Her fingers were working their magic on my calves and I still couldn't believe that she was inches from my nakedness. I knew I had to do something, and soon, or I was going to start spurting cum all over the place. I asked her if she would stand up and let me see her breasts since she had been eyeballing me in the darkness for a few minutes now. She slid back away from me and as she stood up she reached to cover her self somewhat as her beautiful chest came into view. I used this moment to jump down off the deck thinking that at least if I do cum now I won't embarrass myself. She lowered her arms and now it was her turn to watch me look at her. I almost forgot to breathe as I took her in as best I could. Her breasts were full, wonderful, too dark to see much detail, but still it was an amazing site. I felt more alive than I had in ten years. 

She had a sly smile on her face, as she dropped back into the water. Maybe she liked this wicked little encounter we're having. I could see the tired look in her face as it was nearing 3AM. It was likely that the boy would wake up in 3 or 4 hours. So against my better judgment I suggested we get out, and get her jet lagged body to sleep. I got out and got some towels for us both. My penis was still very alive and was a little hard to contain as I wrapped a towel around my midsection. I carried a towel to the stairs edge and wrapped it around Sarah as she came out of the pool. I collected my clothes and then hers being sure to put hers on top as we made the walk through the grass back into the house. I followed 2 steps behind her as we made the slow walk. More than twice I held up our clothes to my face and tried to get a hint of her scent, but I didn't want to make it obvious and had little luck.

We headed into my office and while I turned on my computer, I explained that I needed to check my mail, but that wasn't true. I was going to relieve myself with a quick jerk off session, as I had been hard for the better part of an hour. I couldn't believe what had just taken place, and I'd have to think, neither did Sarah. I liked that it was exciting, yet not really overtly sexual, and hopefully she did too. I think my restraint made her more comfortable around me. I was not going to rush anything between us. Hell what already happened was already more than I ever expected. We kissed on the cheek and said our goodnights as she headed off to the next room. Before her door was even closed I had my towel open and my hand on my cock. Sarah knew me well, and I'm sure there was no doubt in her mind that I was jerking off, not 20 feet away from her, a thin wall separating us. The only question in my mind was: is she doing it too? 

It didn't take long for me to have one of the most satisfying orgasms ever. As I replayed the events of the past evening I stroked my thick hardon. Her sexy image was permanently burned into my brain. With a few restrained grunts I pumped myself under my desk until I unloaded onto a piece of copy paper. 

Sarah was only here about 10 hours and my mind reeled as I thought about the next week together. We may not have a lot of alone time, so who knew if that nights encounter would be our only one. And, even if it was, it will be something that will replay in my mind over and over for the rest of my life.





The sun was shining brightly as we arose on Sarah's first full day here, but I think the smile on my face was brighter than any rays of sun. We had some breakfast and began to plan out the week, deciding about what to see and when. She chose to spend most of the first day at the house, trying to rest off the jet lag, and I certainly wasn't going to complain about that! 

It was a nice warm day so the pool was certainly going to be the main focus of entertainment for the 3 of us. After we ate, I cranked up some tunes and headed out to the pool to get ready for a day in the sun. My swimsuit was out in the pool house changing room so I quickly changed, and was in the pool before Sarah and son made it outside. I found it quite interesting that while her son was in his swimsuit, Sarah was carrying hers. He came in and joined me as Sarah went into the pool house to change. She certainly had the opportunity to get changed in the house, and I had to wonder if she purposely changed out here, which would at some point allow me to steal a sniff of her panties. I just knew that I was going to get that sniff of her womanly scent today, and while I wanted to get out of the pool that instant and head to the changing room, I knew that I couldn't. 

We had all day and in due time I would find a reason to get something from in there, and when I would I was certainly going to get my nose in the crotch of her panties. Having a pool has always afforded me the opportunity to indulge in my panty fetish in the past, and today would hopefully be no different. One-time years ago, with another female friend visiting, she changed in my bathroom and left her panties rolled up on the tile floor. That worked out well because I had every reason to go into the bathroom and when I did picked them up, unrolled them and held them to my nose. I got instantly hard and quickly masturbated to her scent. She had to suspect that I did something because I purposely left her panties folded up on the countertop when I was done, though she never said anything to me about that.

We spent a lazy hour or so in the pool, before I finally decided now was the time. I got out when I knew they were in a place in the pool where they couldn't see in the changing room. I went in on the premise of getting towels and there was my opportunity. Sitting on the bench were her shorts with her panties inside them folded nicely. Well they weren't obviously splayed out for me to see and enjoy, but that wasn't going to stop me. I unfolded them quickly and stuck my nose in them and inhaled deeply. Sarah's scent was fantastic, and I couldn't believe I was getting the opportunity to find out what her most intimate of scents was like. Truthfully, maybe everyone's panties smell the same, but in this case it was a total turn on for me. If I never get the chance to actually touch or lick her, at least I knew that I would remember this moment in many a jerk off sessions in the future. I wished I could take my cock out at that very moment, but all I could do was take a second quick hit of her heavenly aroma and fold the clothes back the way I found them.

I went and sat at the table hoping my semi erection wasn't obvious, as I began to wonder now if she really did "want" me to smell her scent. As I said, she could have changed inside but didn't, then again she did keep her panties somewhat hidden. Well, either way I got my chance once and I knew there would be more chances through out the day, and there were. Every chance I got I was in there taking a quick deep breath of her sexy scent.

Neither of us mentioned the little sexual game we played night before, but it was certainly on my mind. If it was just a function of her being overtired and a little tipsy, that was fine with me. I had already had moments that would stay with me for years. I offered her a drink and she readily accepted a rum and coke, and she got out of the pool and walked towards me to get her drink. It was that moment that I got my real first look at her in her swimsuit. To me she looked wonderful, and what I found totally erotic was the fact that some of her pubic hairs were sticking out the sides of the crotch of her suit. Damn! I didn't get any kind of look at her pussy last night and while I really wasn't seeing much now, the thought of her smell still in my head coupled with her hairs showing gave me an instant erection. I tried not to stare, but I did sneak as many peeks of her crotch as I could. I quickly sat down hoping she didn't see the obvious tent in my swim suit.

The hours passed. We ate lunch and kept drinking. And we also had to keep the boy entertained. At one point she and the boy went into the house to use the bathroom, and as soon as the door slid closed I shot back up and bolted into the pool house. I knew now that I would at least have a minute or 2 with her panties and when opportunity knocked I jumped on it. I unfolded them and opened up the crotch of her panties, and stuck my nose in to get another sniff. Incredibly, they were still damp with her womanly juices. She had told me once in those few cyber sex sessions that she was a very wet girl and she was apparently right. I took the opportunity to rub the damp crotch under my nose, and as I had hoped, I was able to smell her for most of the rest of the day. 

As more time passed I think Sarah knew her pussy hairs were showing and didn't care, She sat opposite me at one point and spread her legs a little. I tried not to look but when I did she watched me watch her and smiled. So maybe our little game was on again, as best as it could be with a 4 year old around. If she looked down at my crotch she would see my suit beginning to tent again, and I'm pretty sure I did see her glance down there once or twice. 

After a short while, Sarah asked me "So, did you like how my panties smelled?" I immediately turned beet red, and began to stammer with an embarrassed look on my face. "It's OK" she said, "As we were walking in last night I saw your reflection behind me in the glass door and I saw you raise our clothes to your face. Even through the sounds of all the crickets I was sure I could hear you take a deep sniff. Did you think there was any other reason that I changed out here?" I admitted to her that I wondered why she didn't change in the house, but still wasn't sure and I was still a bit embarrassed.

I asked her how she felt about what I did. Did she find it repulsive? Did she find it sexy? Or was she indifferent about my sleazy act? She replied that she thought it was odd that I would want to do that, but no she wasn't repulsed, and it did in fact turn her on a little knowing that I know what her pussy smells like. She went on to say that I must have enjoyed it because she noticed all the times I went in there and stole a sniff of her. I then admitted that I not only smelled her in the pool house, but that I can smell her right now if I breathe thru my nose because I rubbed her wet spot on my upper lip while she was inside.

Sarah then said something that really made the blood rush down to my other head " I can totally understand how you must like my scent, because when I finger myself I love to lick my juices off my fingers" Damn, I thought to myself, there's another image I'll never get out of my head. She gave me that sly smile again as she looked down at the tent in my swimsuit. "Gee," she said, "that's looks painful, you should go take care of that" as she smirked "You know, like you did last night". OK, so she did know me as well as I expected. "Like you didn't do the same thing?" I asked. She smiled at me then, and let me tell you, she's got a wonderful smile. Her face lights up, and her dimples frame her lips beautifully. "I'll never tell," She said, but I took that as a yes.

She was right about my erection, as it was painful. I waited for it to come down a little when I told them that I was heading in to the bathroom and that I would be right back. Of course I was heading in there to jerk off and again she probably knew that. It didn't take long once I got in there. I could still smell her on my upper lip as I stroked my cock furiously. I kept breathing deeply thru my nose, smelling her scent. I was about to cum just from the thrill of being able to smell her when I remembered her mentioning her licking her fingers clean while she finger fucked herself. I envisioned her naked, her big breasts hanging beautifully as she diddled herself. As I imagined her raising her fingers to her mouth, that did it and I again shot a most satisfying load with her in my head.





My next encounter with Sarah happened in my office late the next night. Sarah was wearing sweat pants and a loose tee shirt; I was still dressed in shorts and a tee myself. I kept looking at her chest, trying to figure out if she had a bra on. I knew she was dressed for bed and I couldn't imagine that she did have one on, but the reality was that her breasts weren't all loose and jiggly so I decided that if she indeed was braless, her large boobs were still quite firm for breasts that size. We had been going through tunes and copying stuff to her ipod when we "accidentally " came upon a few short amateur porn clips that were on my hard drive. I asked if I could view them quick to see if I wanted to keep them or delete them and Sarah was fine with that. The reality was that I knew exactly where they were and it was no accident that I had come upon them. 


Old Friends, New Lovers



I've known Sarah since I was old enough to know there were other people in the world. She lived next door and to say that we were and are best friends is to put it lightly. We had our first day of school together; we had our first periods within weeks of each other, we discovered boys together. We were even maid-of-honor in each other's weddings.

Of course, we talk. Sometimes we talk for hours without really saying anything at all. Sometimes we don't have to talk to say everything there is to say. Like when I had my first miscarriage, Sarah was the first person to take me in her arms and let me mourn my baby. So, when she began saying that she was really unhappy in her marriage, I listened with my heart as well as my ears.

"He just doesn't seem to really want me," she almost whispered, staring up at the intensely blue sky. "We make love, but he's always so gentle. It's almost like he's apologizing for being inside me."

"He" was Tom, her husband, of course. After ten years and three kids, they were just losing their spark. I knew how much Sarah loved him, and my heart ached with every word she let out.

"It's just that I can't really talk to anyone about it," she said, sipping at her beer and looking over at me. "Tom takes it too personal, like I'm saying he's not man enough for me. You're the only one I have."

Her voice shook with the last words and I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight. Her body trembled, then she buried her face against my shoulder and sobbed. I rocked her gently, stroking her hair as silent tears ran down my cheeks. I wondered if I should tell her how I'd put the spark back into my marriage. Somehow, I just couldn't picture Sarah being dominant with Tom. Hell, I couldn't see her being dominant with anyone.

"Let me think about it," I told her. "I'm sure we can come up with something."

"Okay," she said. "I trust you."

Jack slid one of his thighs between mine and pulled me close against him. I sighed happily, almost moaning as my wet pussy slid over his muscular thigh. The air was filled with my scent; the sheets wet with our sweat. I kissed his chest and felt his still-hard cock throb against my belly. I almost demanded another session, but decided that I wanted to talk with him first.

"Jack," I said to his chest, "how do you really feel about our relationship?"

His hands slid down to the small of my back, warm and strong and reassuring. "I wouldn't change it for anything," he said softly. "Since you've taken control of things, we've gotten closer than I ever thought possible."

"Do you ever think about other women?"

He chuckled. "I look, but you know that. This is Florida. The beach can be a beautiful place to be."

"That isn't what I mean," I said, smiling and kissing his chest.

"I can't imagine ever wanting another woman," he said, bending to nuzzle against my neck. "Who could ever control me like you can? Who else could make me beg?"

My pussy throbbed and I ground down on his thigh. My heart was racing as I thought about what I was going to ask.

"Do you ever think about seeing me with another woman?"

"Oh, hell, yes," he chuckled, pulling his thigh against my pussy tighter. "What man doesn't want that?"

"What if I didn't let you see it?" I asked, my hips slowly working against his thigh. "What if I just took another woman as a lover?"

His mouth found my throat, sucking, licking, driving me mad. "Please," he pleaded. "Let me be inside of you for this."

"Which one of my friends would you most love to see me with?" I moaned as he grabbed my ass with both hands, pushing me against his thigh hard.

"Please," he whispered. "Can't you tell what this is doing to me?"

"Which one?"

I rolled on my back, my legs moving around his waist as they have done hundreds of times. His cock throbbed against the seeping moisture of my sex. His breath caught and he almost pushed his hips at me. "Please!"

"Which one?"

He looked down at me, his eyes filled with desire. His face got very serious and still. "I'd love for you to enjoy any of them, Kat. But I know if it was anyone it would be Sarah."

"Yes," I said, my legs stroking along his. "I want to teach her to beg, Jack. How does that make you feel?"

"It's your call," he said softly. "You make the rules between us."

"I know," I said, moving my hips so that his cock slid further down my slit. "But I want to know if you're okay with me taking her as a lover, because I want to do it tomorrow."

I slid him inside me as I spoke and I felt him throb. Beads of sweat pulled out on his flesh. "I don't want to hurt you, Jack."

"You won't," he said. "As long as you love me, nothing will ever hurt me - not Sarah, not someone woman I don't know, not even another man. I'll never deny you anything, Kat. I worship you. Don't you understand that by now?"

I felt my eyes fill with tears and I reached up to stroke his face. My legs tightened, pulling him into me fully. Our mouths found each other and we melted into one being. Our bodies moved on their own accord. Only when he began to beg for release did he pull his mouth from mine.

Finally, when I was exhausted and covered with his sweat, I said, "Yes."

It was almost eleven the next morning when Sarah pulled into the driveway. We hugged and went out back to sit by the swimming pool Jack had just finished. It was warm and humid and the sun was already intense. Knowing an eight-foot fence walled us off from the world, I stripped down to my skin and dove in. Sarah followed quickly.

"I could have gotten suits for us," I told her, treading water, "but I figured what the hell? This is our pool and I damn well plan to enjoy it."

"It feels so free," she said, laughing and floating on her back. "We haven't gone skinny-dipping since high school."

It was good to hear her laugh. I looked over at her, her skin wet and glistening in the sun. She war right, it had been a long time. And my pussy didn't throb when I looked at her back then, not like it was now. She opened her eyes and caught me staring.

"Enjoying the view?"

She laughed and I swam over to her as she settled her feet against the bottom of the pool. Before I could lose my nerve, I leaned over and softly kissed her on the lips.

Her lips were so soft. They trembled a moment against mine and pulled back slightly. The laughter died away from her face and she looked at me.

"Kat?"

I slid my hands around her waist and pulled her against me so that our breasts were pressed tightly together. Very slowly, I turned my head slightly and found her mouth with mine. After the briefest of hesitations, her lips parted and our tongues caressed for the first time. My heart was pounding.

Our first kiss was soft and slow and sweet and way too long for any talk about it being "friendly". Sarah's eyes were full of questions, but also cloudy with desire. I wondered if she had thought about this even longer than I had. "Come inside with me," I whispered, kissing her lips softly.

We left our clothes on the deck and took the sliding door into mine and Jack's bedroom. Sarah giggled as I pushed her against the bed. "The sheets will get soaked," she said softly.

"It won't be the first time."

"It will for us."

I pushed my thigh between hers and moved over her. "Yes," I said, my voice sounding very husky and excited to me. "Our first time."

We kissed again, this time with my tongue pushing into her mouth. Her lips were so soft and yielding as I ran my tongue along her teeth and the roof of her mouth. I felt her legs slide along mine until they wrapped around my waist. I kissed the softness of her throat and heard her moan.

"Oh, God, Kat!"

My hips moved toward her and I felt her body push up to me. We were both used to making love to men and our bodies wanted to move in familiar ways. I pushed down at her hard and she spread her legs wide to me. I rose up on my elbows and looked down into her face.

"Please, Kat," she whispered. "Don't stop! I don't know what to do!"

"I know," I said, one hand reaching down to cup her throat. "But I know what you need."

She closed her eyes, so submissive and meek. "I want it," she said. "You know I do."

I ran my other hand down her body, gently caressing her breasts. Her nipples were large and brown and they stood rigidly at my slightest touch. I caught one between my thumb and finger and rolled it slowly. Her hips bucked slightly and her entire body quivered.

"Say it," I whispered to her.

Her hands touched my arm, moving down to where my fingers held her throat. She breathed deep and pressed my hand deeper. My fingers tightened. "Say it."

"Please, Kat," she whimpered. "You know what I want, don't make me say it out loud."

I twisted her nipple, bringing a gasp of surprise. Her eyes flew open and I tightened my fingers. Her hips pumped up at me. "Yes," she said. "Yes, please!"

I pulled her nipple as I twisted. "Please, what?"

"God, Kat! Please make love to me! Please!"

I released her nipple and bent to kiss it. It felt so wonderful to taste her breast. Her nipple was hard against my tongue, her breast soft as cream against my lips. Her hands moved to pulled me against her and she moaned softly.

I smiled up at her and reached over to my nightstand. Opening the drawer, I took out a small vibrator. Usually, I held it against Jack's crotch while I fingered his ass during long slow blowjobs, but I had a different purpose today. It was silver and about two and a half inches long, maybe a half-inch in diameter and bullet shaped. I twisted the knob to turn it on and turned back to Sarah.

Her breasts moved as she breathed deep and slow. I kissed between her breasts and began licking my way down her belly. She threw her legs open wide and her head back, closing her eyes. Her tummy shivered as I nibbled at her navel. I moved the vibrator in slow circles against her inner thigh.

"Tell me what you want, Sarah," I whispered against her skin.

"I want to cum for you," she gasped.

My lips moved down to her bikini line, my tongue dipping out to trace the line of trimmed blonde hair at the edge. "I want to hear you beg for it."

I reached out and rolled her nipple in my fingers again, tightening until she gasped. When she didn't say anything, I pinched tighter. "Beg for it, Sarah."

My lips moved down slowly as she whimpered, "Oh, please!"

I kissed the soft velvet of her inner thigh, moving the vibrator to the spot where her thigh joined her body. "Come on, baby," I whispered softly, "You can beg better than that. Let me hear how much you need to be fucked."

Her legs opened even wider until I thought she would split. "Please! Kat, please!" she whimpered, her hips pumping up at me helplessly. "Please fuck me! Fuck me like a cheap whore! Fuck the shit out of me! Please!"

I moved the vibrator down against her anus, making her shiver and jump. My lips touched her just above her pussy. "Please!" she begged.

"If you don't stop begging," I whispered, "I won't stop what I'm doing."

She was panting now, her skin growing hot and clammy. "Please!" she whimpered, almost crying.

I closed my eyes and inhaled, enjoying the wonderful scent of her pussy. Her lips were swollen and thick and glistening with wetness as I opened my eyes and stared at her. My pussy throbbed as I leaned down and extended my tongue. I stopped when I could barely feel her pussy touching the tip of my tongue.

Very slowly, I began tracing the edge of her pussy lips with my tongue. She whimpered and begged the whole time, her body rolling slowly from side to side with maddened desire. I rolled the vibrator very lightly around her opening, teasing her open wide.

"Do you want me to eat your pussy, Sarah?" I asked in a low, soft voice.

"Please, Kat! Please, eat my pussy! Make me your bitch!"

I closed my eyes, savoring her submission. My tongue swirled out, slathering hot saliva against her pussy. Her body jerked at my first touch and she almost sobbed with relief as my lips pressed down against her. My lips found her clit almost by instinct and I sucked it softly, my tongue flicking at it.

Her thighs shivered as she begged for more. Very slowly, I pushed just the tip of the vibrator inside her. I rolled it slowly, slipping it in and out of her. I watched in fascination as it disappeared inside her, then reappeared, drenched in her juice. 

I rested the vibrator against the bed, the end pressed against her anus. As my lips suckled at her pussy, I let two fingers dip inside her. She whimpered and threw her hips at me as my fingers stroked gently over her inner walls. I pumped my fingers slowly, letting them come all the way out of her before gently stroking forward again. Each time I moved forward, I sunk a bit deeper in her. 

"Please, Kat!" she panted. "Make me cum!"

I lapped at her clit, my tongue going softer against her, making her beg even harder. My pussy dripped from the sound of her begging. My fingers slid past her pubic bone until her body jerked against them, telling me I had found her sacred spot. I stroked it gently, teasing her and listening to her beg.

"Are you my bitch, now?" I asked her.

"Yes, Kat! I'm your bitch! I'm your fucking bitch!"

"Does my bitch want to cum?"

She raised her head and stared down at me. "Kat, I swear to God I will be your slave if you let me cum right now."

"Be careful what you promise," I warned.

My fingers twirled inside her as my mouth fastened tight against her pussy. She came in a flood, her juices gushing over my fingers. She screamed my name as my tongue rolled over her clit again and again. Her body arched and collapsed, arched and collapsed as the waves of ecstasy rolled through her.

When I stopped, she was sobbing, panting the last aching edges of her orgasm away. I crawled up her body and covered it with mine. Raining soft kisses on her face, I held her against my breast gently. Her arms wrapped around me tightly as she clutch her body against mine. I brought my thigh up against her pussy and let her hump it slowly.

I stroked her wet hair until she stopped crying. Very gently, I offered her my nipple, letting her suckle at it. I closed my eyes, offering her what comfort I could, our bodies warm and wet and naked.

We slept in each other's arms that morning as lovers for the first time. Several times that day we woke, made love, and slept again. Soon it was three o'clock and time for her to go get her children from school. We dressed outside on the deck in the sun, delighting in the warmth on our skin.

I took her in my arms and kissed her at the door. Our kiss was warm and wet and deep and long. "I wish Tom could make love like that," she said just before she left.

"Just be glad that you don't have to choose between us," I said. 

She smiled. "I love you, Kat."



Old Friends, New Lovers



I first met Ronnie when he was 16, His father, a Cuban exile, had hired me to customize a 37 foot cruiser, a big, beautiful boat. If you've read my stuff, you know that I'm a boat builder here in Florida. Oswaldo, Ronnie's dad, had come over from Cuba in 1963 and made a fortune as an insurance broker. He'd married a gorgeous Venezuelan lady, and Ronnie was their youngest son. Oswaldo was short and brown-skinned but his Venezuelan beauty queen was tall and fair-skinned, with startling black eyes and ruby red lips.

At 16, Ronnie was a budding punk rocker, with a short brush cut and a row of earrings in his left ear. I only really met him once, and his lisping voice and hand gestures indicated he wouldn't be playing first-string on the U. of Miami football squad. As we exchanged pleasantries, I glanced over at Oswaldo who had a wan, disappointed smile pasted on his face. Later, over drinks in his study, Oswaldo complained that his wife, the lovely Graciela, had spoiled their youngest child. 

"So, you see," Oswaldo said with a sigh. "What kind of men you make when you spoil them as boys."

I nodded, patted my friend on the shoulder, and we downed more bourbon.

Oswaldo's finished boat was a work of art, and he kept inviting me to go fishing with him down in the Keys. I was always too busy. And, as first one and then another and another year passed, we saw less and less of each other. Then, one day as I was shopping in a local supermarket who should I run into in the frozen vegetable section but Graciela. She looked great, as usual. And as our eyes lit up in mutual surprise, I could see her straightening up to give me a better view of the other great fruit of Oswaldo's money - - her liposectioned, sculpted and fantastic body.

A couple of days later, Oswaldo called me. We chatted and he invited me down to the Dominican Republic, where he and Graciela had just finished building a new villa on the island's north shore. It just so happened that I would be in the DR in the next month, delivering a boat to an American record executive who had also just finished building his villa. I told Oswaldo I'd stop by.

So, in early June, under the boiling hot Caribbean sun, I drove my rented SUV up the long, curving private drive to Oswaldo and Graciela's blinding white villa. A couple of servants ran out to greet me and take my bags inside, where Oswaldo was waiting in the huge, cathedral-ceilinged living room. We had drinks and renewed our friendship.

About a half hour later, we heard a car pull up in front of the house and then Graciela's sweet voice filled the entry hall. She walked into the living room and we hugged and kissed each others' cheeks.

"Ronnie," Graciela called into the hallway, clapping her hands with joy. "Come and see who's come to visit us. Come see our first visitor to the new house."

Ronnie walked in from the hallway. He had grown up. Actually, he hadn't grown much taller than when he was sixteen. And, he was still slender. But his face was more mature. He had inherited his mother's high cheekbones and big eyes but his beautiful, smooth honey-toned skin showed a happy combination of his mother's ivory complexion and his dad's darker skin. He also had his mother's full, red lips. He was a good-looking 20 year-old, though more along the cute rather than the rugged lines.

When he saw me, a big, bright smile lit up his face. We shook hands and I noticed two things: his long, lustrous black hair that he wore in a pony tail and a whiff of some kind of perfume – sweet and nutty. As we shook, I also noticed his fingernails which were long and polished. I looked into his eyes and some kind of secret, warm familiarity seemed to pass between us.

That night we all ate dinner together. Oswaldo was merciless but also good-hearted in his teasing of Ronnie. 

"Ronnie wants to go into interior decorating," Oswaldo said to me across the mahogany dining room table. "He'll do your place in Miami for a class project!"

We all laughed, even Ronnie.

"Of course, Jim," Ronnie said in his high-pitched, melodic voice. "But I'll expect to earn some extra credit."

He flashed his big brown eyes at me, and I could feel my crotch tingle.

After dinner we headed out to the wide veranda that gave out onto fantastic views of the deserted, white sand beach below us. Oswaldo's cel phone rang and he returned inside to do some business. Graciela twined her arm in mine.

"Jim," she said, flashing her white teeth. "It's so good to have you with us again. Oswaldo really needs a friend now. And, Ronnie hardly ever sees his dad. How long will you stay?"

I demurred. Maybe two days, maybe three days. Graciela urged me to stay the week and then departed for the kitchen where she needed to plan the week's meals with the cook.

Ronnie sidled over to me and we began chatting. He was a sweet kid, full of questions about me and about my business. He actually was interested in interior decorating and he understood quiet well how this choice and, really, his life conflicted with his dad's ideas. We joked around and laughed, and around midnight I pled sleepiness and told him I was heading up to my bedroom.

Ronnie raised his arms for a hug and as we hugged, I felt his hands rubbing circles around my shoulders. I also got a big whiff of his perfume or cologne. His hair, soft and long, smelled sweet.

"My father always calls you Big Jim," Ronnie whispered in my ear. "His big American friend. Will you be my big American friend?"

Ronnie giggled softly and squeezed my shoulders. I patted him on the back.

"Sure," I told Ronnie. "Call me your big American friend. In fact, call me anytime."

I laughed as we parted.

"See you tomorrow," Ronnie said with a wide smile.

Upstairs, I took a quick shower, flopped down on my bed, and slept like a baby.

The next day, Oswaldo apologized that he had some business to take care of in the capital. He would be gone for a day or two. He hoped I'd stay until his return and, thinking about all the work that waited for me back in the States, I agreed that I would. Graciela and I ate breakfast together and then I put on my running shorts and a tank top and headed out to the beach for my morning jog.

It was a perfect Caribbean morning - - bright sun, blue sky, blue ocean, and pure white sand. As I trucked along the beach, a pair of teen-aged Dominican girls waved to me and motioned me over to where they sat under a line of palm trees. I detoured and soon we were chatting and laughing. They were looking for an American boyfriend, they told me. And, I would do.

I told them I was flattered and very interested. The prettier one, dark-skinned and slender, put her arm around my waist. 

"Come tonight to the Cibao bar," she leaned up to whisper in my ear. "I'll teach you how to dance bachata."

I gave her slim waist a squeeze and promised I would meet her on the dance floor. We kissed each other on the cheek and I headed back to Oswaldo's

Inside, I showered and went to the kitchen for an orange juice. Ronnie was sitting at the dining room table eating breakfast and looking very lonesome at the big empty table. I sat down at the table and we chatted.

He was wearing extremely short shorts and a midriff baring tank top. He had crossed his long, amber legs and was swinging them back and forth contentedly as we talked.

"Jim," he said with a smile. "I know a fantastic beach. Perfect sand, gentle surf. And, no tourists!"

"Sounds inviting," I replied.

"Yes, I am inviting . . .you," Ronnie answered with a laugh. "But we need to take one of my dad's boats. Are you game?"

I said I was and we agreed to meet on the boat dock in a half hour. I returned to my room to change into my swim trunks and met Ronnie at the dock. He had packed a bag which I helped him lug over the side of the boat.

"What's in here?" I asked him, toting the bulky bag into the cockpit of the boat.

"Oh," Ronnie answered. "The cook packed us a lunch, and I just packed some unmentionables."

We laughed and I started the boat. Ten minutes later we were whipping across the gentle waves of the Caribbean. Ronnie gave me directions and then clambered up to the prow of the boat for some tanning. He unloosened the band that held his pony tail together and his long, luxurious hair fluttered in the ocean breezes.

A little while and I saw a small, tree-dotted key appear off the bow. Ronnie sat up and gestured toward it with a smile. I steered the boat to the islet and pushed the little twelve-foot runabout up close to the beach. Hopping out into the warm waist-high water, I beached the boat and helped Ronnie out.

"Thank you, darling," he said, squeezing my upper arm.

We made our way up the beach of the deserted key and once under the cluster of palm trees, I dropped the bag. Ronnie got busy spreading out a big blanket and popped open a cold beer from the soft-sided cooler in the bag.

"Here you go, Jim," he said, passing me the beer. "Now, I need to go freshen up."

With a giggle, he stood, ran his hands through his long hair and headed over to the other side of the tiny palm tree grove. I took a long swig of ice cold beer and settled down on the blanket. Ronnie's shadow fell across me as he returned. I twisted my head up to look at him.

Wow. Freshen up indeed. Ronnie had changed into a white thong bikini. He had brushed out his hair and applied some lipstick to his full, pouty lips. He stood there above me, perched on long slender legs, his hands on his hips. I whistled in appreciation.

" You like?" he asked with a teasing smile.

"I like a lot," I answered with a smile.

"You know, Jim," he continued. "Nobody's going to see us out here. And, this is a bathing suit optional island."

I laughed, settled my beer on the blanket, raised my hips and shucked my bathing suit. I kept my tank top on. Ronnie whistled.

"You like?" I asked.

"Wow," Ronnie answered, licking his lips. "You really are my big American friend."

I guffawed and patted the blanket next to me. Ronnie settled his slender, long-legged body down onto the blanket next to me.

"I really don't want to burn out here," he said, turning his head toward me. "Be a friend and put some lotion on me. Will you?"

He reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of coconut tanning oil.

"Friends help friends," I answered, taking the bottle from him.

Ronnie flipped over onto his stomach, revealing a round, firm ass. The thong strap disappeared between his two inviting cheeks.

I opened the bottle, poured a generous dollop of oil on my hands, and began to rub the slick, sweet-smelling stuff into his legs. They were long and firm, not muscular but taut and well-defined. As I worked my hands up his thighs, Ronnie murmured his approval. I got onto my knees and straddled his ass, working my slick hands up along his lower back and then onto his shoulders. Ronnie smiled and began to gently rub his ass up against my crotch. As I worked the oil into his shoulders, he moaned gently.

"Turn over," I said, giving his shoulders a firm squeeze.

"My pleasure," he answered, twisting his body under mine.

I murmured as he did. His body was tight. The bikini top he wore strained against his light brown skin. His stomach was flat and, looking down, I saw the bulge of his cock beneath his thong bottom. He settled back onto the blanket, his hands at his side, his long hair spread out around his lovely face, and a big smile plastered on his lips.

I began rubbing oil along his shoulders and upper chest. When I got to his bikini top, I slid my fingers under the cups and twisted my oily fingers around his already stiff nipples.

"Oh, god, Jim," he said with a squeal. "That feels good."

His hips began to undulate under me. I moved down, smothering him with the coconut oil. First, across his flat, hard stomach and then down along his thighs. Soon, Ronnie was writhing in pleasure as I kneaded his legs and stroked his inner thighs. Finally, with a grunt, he pushed me off. I rolled onto my back on the blanket and gazed at his brown, glistening body.

"What are you trying to do to me?" he asked mischievously, running his hand across his chest. "Don't you know how a girl gets all hot and bothered when a man treats her this way?"

I laughed and leaned back on the blanket. Ronnie slid over to lie on top of me. I felt his slick, hot body along my thighs and my chest. He propped his elbows on either side of my face.

"God, Jim," Ronnie whispered. "You're in great shape."

I thanked him.

"Hmmmm," Ronnie continued, running his hand through my chest hairs. "So big and burly. Such a macho hombre."

I laughed and Ronnie took his hand off my chest to stroke my cheek.

"Wow," Ronnie murmured. "Do you like me, Jim?"

I said I did as Ronnie began rolling his crotch against mine. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against mine.

"I'm such a little fag," Ronnie said, panting now and putting his hands on either side of my head to push his crotch harder against mine. "I'm just Daddy's little fag. Can you be my Daddy?"

He smiled wickedly and I groaned as he began humping his bikini bottom against my hardening dick.

"I know, Daddy," he whispered hoarsely. "I'm such a little bitch sometimes. But, I get so jealous that some other girl will steal my big Daddy away from me. That's why I'm such a little bitch sometimes."

With a groan, Ronnie slumped his head onto my neck and began squeezing my shoulders in his hands. I dropped my hands onto his tight ass and began kneading it roughly.

"Ohhh, yes," Ronnie gasped into my neck. "That's it daddy. I'm such a little fag, but I can't help it."

With a groan, Ronnie slid his hand down along my body to my bare cock. His warm, slick hand circled it. He began sliding his hand up and down my now erect dick.

"Hmmmm," he continued moaning into my neck. "I can't help it daddy. Your little girl just needs her daddy's big fat cock. Ohhhhhhh."

I began raising and lowering my hips to meet Ronnie's increasingly frantic stroking of my dick.

"That's it, daddy," Ronnie moaned. "Oh, I love your big fat dick. I'm just your little fag. Your little girl."

Ronnie raised his head to look into my eyes. His face wore a strained, eager look. He licked his lips. I took one hand off his ass and pushed it into his long, thick hair. I pulled his lips onto mine and Ronnie plunged his tongue into my mouth. He was whimpering now with pleasure. His hand began to shake my dick furiously. I rolled over on to my side, and Ronnie slid over onto his hip, his hand still clutching my cock and his lips still glued to mine. He began pulling on my dick even more furiously.

I reached down and yanked his thong down over his thighs. Ronnie's small, slender dick popped out into the bright sunlight. I cupped his balls in my hand and after a few tugs, I slid my hand between his thighs and began fingering his asshole.

Ronnie moaned and broke our kiss. He was panting and grunting as I slid my suntan-oiled finger into his tight asshole.

"Oh, Daddy," he almost shouted as my finger slid into his ass. "That's it daddy, fuck your little fag. Fuck me hard."

My cock was rock hard and, lost in his pleasure, Ronnie had stopped stroking it. I flipped him onto his back and pulled my finger out of his asshole. I pulled his bikini thong off his legs. Ronnie moaned and rolled back and forth on the blanket as I slipped the thong off his feet. Once his legs were free, he flung his arms back above his head, raised his knees, and spread his legs.

Ronnie's short, stiff cock bounced back and forth in the air as he pulled his knees up, revealing his small, brown asshole. I jabbed a finger roughly into his asshole and, with my other had wrapped around my cock, lowered my hips to his crotch. 

He reached down to yank my finger out of him and then grabbed my cock and pushed it hard down onto his asshole. I planted my hands on either side of his head as he began playing my cockhead around his asshole.

"Fuck me, daddy," Ronnie moaned, jabbing my fat cockhead into his asshole. "I'm daddy's little fag. And I want your cock. I want it soooooo badly."

I grunted and pushed my hips forward. Ronnie gasped as my cock spread the tight muscle of his sphincter.

"All of it," he groaned. "Put all of that big fat cock into me. Pleeeeeeease, daddy."

With a thrust of my hips, I slid my cock all the way up Ronnie's hot shithole. He screamed. We froze together for a moment.

"Oh my god," Ronnie panted, a pained look on his face. "It's too fucking big. You're killing me."

I grinned and slowly began pulling my cock out of his asshole and then pushing it back in. Ronnie grunted with each thrust and soon had his long-nailed fingers buried into my back.

"Yes. Yes," he grunted with each thrust. "Give it to me, daddy. Give it to me."

Soon, I was banging away at Ronnie's ass with gusto. He was whimpering and sobbing. I reached down to give his dick a stroke, but he yanked my hand off his cock and jammed it into his mouth. He raised his ass up off the blanket to meet each of my thrusts and began sucking my fingers. The whole while his eyes were closed and he squinted in pleasure and pain.

Gradually, I slowed down my strokes as I felt my balls begin to tighten. We were panting together and together we began to relax our breathing.

"Not yet," I mumbled. "Not ready to cum yet."

Ronnie smiled and squeezed my ass with his free hand. He opened his big brown eyes and began slowly and lasciviously to suck my middle finger. He reached up with his other hand to grab my hair. I grinned. Then, suddenly, I pulled my cock out his asshole, pulled my hand out of his mouth and flipped him over onto his stomach. 

"Ohhh," Ronnie squealed in surprise.

I smacked his ass hard and then ran my finger between his cheeks. Ronnie moaned with pleasure. I spread his ass cheeks and, brusquely, jammed my cock back into his asshole, squeezing his round, plump cheeks with one hand as I guided my cock back into him with the other. Ronnie groaned.

"Now, baby," I whispered into his ear. "Daddy is going to fuck your ass hard until he comes."

Ronnie sighed and pushed his head into the blanket. I began fucking him really hard, looping one arm around his waist and pulling him onto his knees. My hips rammed against his ass, shaking his cheeks, as I pushed my fat, engorged cock deeper and deeper into him.

"Oh, you dirty bastard," Ronnie shouted. "Fuck my ass, you motherfucker. Fuck it. Fuck it hard. Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me."

I complied, and soon my hard, rough thrusting had pushed Ronnie down onto the blanket, his ass raised upward to meet my cock. My dick felt thick and heavy as a baseball bat, and feeling his ass constrict around it, I gazed up through the palm fronds above us into the deep blue Caribbean sky. I squeezed my eyes shut with pleasure as I felt a climax rumbling up through my shaft.

"Oh, baby," I groaned, pushing my cock deep into Ronnie and holding it there. "Is my little fag ready for daddy to cum?"

Ronnie responded with gurgling sounds of pleasure and clutched the blanket in his hands.

With a groan, I felt my cock burst in pleasure. I rammed my hips tight against Ronnie's smooth, round ass and pushed him down deeper onto the blanket. Ronnie groaned as I emptied my load deep inside him, my impossibly hard cock twitching spasmodically. As I rode his ass to climax, Ronnie beat the blanket with the palms of his hands.

"Ay, cono," he shouted into the blanket. "That's it you motherfucker. That's it. Pour it all into my fag ass. Give it all to me you nasty man. You fucking nasty, hard man. Give it to me."

With a deep, shuddering sigh, I felt my cock shoot its final load into Ronnie, and I felt his ass squeeze my shaft. Groaning loudly to the sky, the sun, and the sand, I gave a final thrust into Ronnie and then slumped onto my elbows.




Old Friends, New Lovers



We were panting together. I felt Ronnie roll his ass around my cock, squeezing his asshole hard and then soft around my dick, trying to milk it for as much cum as he could. Finally, he unclenched his asshole and, sighing, relaxed his body.

We stayed like that, locked together, for several minutes, and then my shrinking dick popped out of Ronnie's athletic asshole. I rolled over to my side and took a deep breath. Ronnie was breathing heavily. As our bodies returned to normal, Ronnie slid over onto me, draping his arm around my shoulders. We kissed and licked each others' tongues. With a sigh, Ronnie snuggled up against me and slid his leg between mine.

"Hmmmm," he whispered drowsily into my ear. "God I love being a fag, especially for you, daddy."

I smiled, and we drifted off to sleep.

I woke up a half hour later. Ronnie was still dozing next to me. I was hot and sweaty, so with my cock flapping in the warm breeze I jogged down to the shore and dove into the warm waters for a quick swim. The water was shallow until you swam out thirty yards or so where the ocean suddenly opened up below you. After a good swim into the deep waters, I turned about and headed to shore. In the shallower water, I stood. Ronnie was now sitting up on the blanket, his thong pulled back up around his waist. He waved at me and I waved back.

I walked through the shallow water, kicking up waves as I did. About 15 feet from the shore, I saw Ronnie stand, stretch, and come running down to the beach. He splashed through the water and flung himself into my arms. We stood there - - my arms looped around his slender waist and his wrapped around my neck - - kissing and hugging each other. My cock started to stiffen and Ronnie reached down to grab it in his warm hand.

"Hmmmm," he purred speculatively. "What's daddy got ready for his little girl?"

I laughed and Ronnie smiled, pushing his long hair out of his eyes. He licked his lips and then squatted down in the shallow water. He fastened his eyes on my cock as he began to play with it in his hands.

"How big are you, Jim?" he asked, rubbing my dick along his cheeks and gazing up at me.

"Never measured it," I answered, taking his soft hair in my hands and pulling his face hard against my dick. "Why don't you measure it . .with your mouth."

Ronnie giggled, licked my cock up and down, and then wrapped his thick, sexy lips around the tip. He smiled up at me, and I pushed his face gently down onto my dick. I groaned as his warm mouth engulfed me. Bracing my hips, I pulled his mouth on and off my dick as the warm Caribbean waters washed against my thighs. I heard Ronnie mumbling with pleasure as he fucked my mouth with his dick. Just as I was about to cum, he pulled his mouth off and began stroking it. Squatting still in the water, he looked up at me with a big smile. He stroked harder and harder until I finally let loose a flood of juice. It shot in long, ropy spurts out over onto the waves. I groaned and wrapped my hands in his hair. Ronnie cleaned me up with his mouth.

We collected our stuff from the beach and Ronnie pulled a pair of shorts and a t-shirt over his bikini. Back on the boat, Ronnie stood behind me, squeezing and massaging my shoulders and then wrapping his arms around my waist and squeezing tight, while I piloted the runaround back to his parents' dock.

He gave me a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing up the path to the villa. I laughed and pulled the picnic bag onto my shoulder. It was turning into a helluva vacation.



Old Friends, New Lovers



The tires are humming along the road; a warm breeze blows through the open car windows. I am singing along with the iPod player in my car -- my favorite tunes as often as I want. As the miles pass by I feel freer and freer, my worries are flying out the window and landing by the road to be left behind.

I steer with my knees for a moment as I put my long brown hair up into a pony tail to keep it out of my face. I feel like a new woman. I am a thirty-five divorced mother of two who just graduated from college a second time. My new degree enabled me to get a new better paying job starting next week. So, in between the old and the new I am shedding all of the old life, driving to the dunes in North Carolina and spending the weekend at a friend's house. 

I am meeting my friend for the weekend. A friend I have known forever and have spent many years confiding and sharing with. A friend who I hope will be more than a friend. We both met when we were married to other people. We lived next door to each other in the same apartment building and I stayed local and he relocated to the south after he married. Since I am now divorced and he is now widowed the delicious possibility is there.

He knows me better than I know myself. He can hear in my voice from miles away if I am tired or sad or happy; even when I try to hide it. We haven't seen each other in person in ten or so years. Last we saw each other was the day he moved away -- before we had families. We have exchanged pictures online throughout the years, keeping up on each other's lives.

One half of me can't wait to get there -- to start my new life -- this big stepping stone. The other half of me, which my stomach must be located in as it flip flops, not knowing if this long distance over-the-phone and internet friendship we have had can stand the collision of time and space.

I have gained a little weight, my face has a few more wrinkles and I may not be the person he remembers from all those years ago. But that's the physical me. He knows the real me, sees in the window to my soul and I think, holds the key to my heart.

As I wrestle with the back and forth implications of this decision I have chosen to make, I am pulled out of my internal conversation by Tom-Tom telling me to make a left and I have reached my destination. He is mildly confused as the house I am driving to is not on a street. You have to drive on the sand to get to the house. So, the road has ended but the journey has not.

I throw my SUV into four wheel drive, turn off Tom-Tom, put on my strength song (Alanis Morissette -- I'm a Bitch, I'm a Lover) and follow Lew's hand written directions. Left at the seagull and right at the sand dune -- sure.

I pass several houses along the way. Almost have second thoughts, brake, change my mind and keep going. After twenty more minutes of off road driving I see the house. A weathered white clapboard house, blue shutters. A wide porch wraps around most of the house, over looking the ocean with blue Adirondack chairs and a matching table between them. I pull around behind the house and back in next to his white explorer. As I press the buttons to close the windows my heart is now in my stomach. What if he doesn't like the new me, what if he doesn't like me at all? Too late now, I see him descending the stairs to meet me. His dark hair speckled with gray, blue sweatshirt, jeans and his bare feet in loafers, that smile I cannot forget on his face. I rise and close the door to meet him.

The wind blows my ponytail, trying to fee my restrained locks. My jeans feel good against my body, jean button down shirt with my windbreaker over top. Over his shoulder, floating on the water is the reflection of the setting sun. 

He walks to me, "Diane -- you look wonderful, how was the drive?" He pulls me to him, hugs me and kisses the top of my head. My head rests on his chest, just below his chin, his arms feel strong and the smell of the salt air is wonderful. I hug him back.

I step back; put my sun glasses on my head.

"Drive was fine, traffic wasn't bad and the music was great!" I say with a laugh.

"Welcome to the beach kiddo. Let's get your stuff unloaded -- hope your hungry, burgers are already cooking on the grill." Lew says as I watch him stride to my truck.

I open the back hatch and we pull my two bags out of the truck. He easily picks up both bags as I close the back and grab my iPod off my front seat along with my purse.

As we walk to the house, I follow him, can't keep my feet in his footprints as his strides are longer than mine. I can smell the burgers as we ascend the steps. 

"I just have to flip the burgers on the way in and then I will show you your room." Lew says as he sets my bags by the screen door. "So, how are you? How does it feel to be done with classes and homework?" He asks.

"It really hasn't hit me yet. I haven't had time to relax -- until now. Very much looking forward to sleeping in and reading and having no where to be." As I said those words I could feel my entire body relaxing even more. An entire long weekend without anything I had to do.

He held the door for me and carried my bags to my bedroom just through the living room and to the right.

"Here's your room, mine is just next door if you need anything." Lew said as he placed my bags on the bed. "Bathroom is across the hall -- we have to share, sorry." Flashing that smile, his eyes dancing in the wavering light.

"Let me get freshened up and I will help you with dinner. What else needs done?" I really needed to use the bathroom.

As I walked to the bathroom, he said "You are my guest. Your job is to select the wine for the evening -- red or white. They are on the counter. Everything else we need is outside so just grab it on the way through."

I washed my hands and splashed water on my face. Looking at myself in the mirror as I dried my face. Taking a deep breathe I opened the door and walked to the kitchen. I kicked off my sneakers and peeled off my socks, my feet waiting to feel the sand between my toes.

I grabbed the bottle of red and white wines off the counter along with the cork screw. The screen door squeaked as I walked through onto the deck. He turned as I walked towards him. The smell of the grill and the feel of the wine bottle in my hand making my stomach growl.

That smile. Running his fingers through his hair and taking the cork screw from my hand. Our fingers brushing. He laughed as he said, "Both bottles of wine, you really do plan on relaxing!"

"Yes, yes I do. I will start with the red I think." I turned and grabbed the wine glasses off the table between the blue chairs. 

He poured the wine and handed me my glass and an empty plate. "Dinner is served. Help yourself."

I was suddenly famished. The hamburgers looked yummy and I piled my plate with potato salad and took a seat. Looking at dusk over the ocean. The sound of the waves. I felt his eyes on me, turned as he said, "A toast. To the new chapter of your life, and to a wonderful weekend with my friend." 

I raised my glass and clinked his, our eyes locking over the glasses. Smiling and taking that first sip. We talked while we ate. Discussing what we had left out of our occasional phone calls and emails over the years. Caught up on our kids and families. The conversation light and familiar, like we had conversed like this forever.

I helped clean up from dinner, and we decided to take a walk.

We walked silent along the water. The wind and the waves the only sounds. There weren't any other houses close to his. We walked like that, not really needing to talk until we saw the twinkling of lights through the dunes.

"Would you like to go back and have a campfire on the beach?" Lew asked quietly.

I turned to answer him and realized I was closer than I thought. Too much wine made me a little heady and unsure of my footing in the sand. He caught me as I stumbled into him. Darkness covering as my face blushed from to much wine and being embarrassed. I pressed my forehead into his chest as he closed his arms around me.

"Diane." His voice a whisper in the wind. 

As I raised my eyes to meet his he asked, "May I kiss you?"

I melted as no one ever asked before they took something from me. I responded by tilting my head towards him as he lifted my chin and kissed me gently on the lips. I was suddenly hungry for his mouth. That kiss melted into another and another and another. My lips parted as his parted, our tongues brushed and it felt like an electric charge in my mouth.

I kissed him once more and pulled back. I had to slow down. Or did I? It seemed like years since I had done this with anyone. My body was so awake.

"Shall we head back?" he asked.

He slide his hand into mine and we walked slowly back to the house. There was a fire pit off to the side of the house with lounge chairs around it. I sat on the edge of the lounge and watched as he set the wood and brought the fire to life.

"Be right back." He said as he walked towards the stairs.

I watched the flames lick the wood until the fire was burning good and kicking off a nice heat. The evening had chilled with the sunset and my windbreaker was almost not enough. I held my hands to the heat, closed my eyes for a second, not thinking of anything but the moment I was in.

I didn't hear him until he straddled the chair and sat behind me. I jumped slightly.

"Didn't hear you, you startled me." I uttered.

He slide up behind me and handed me my wine glass -- refilled. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He said as he laid a blanket over the other chair.

"Fire is beautiful, I am so totally relaxed -- thank you so much for inviting me." I said. I took a long drawl from my glass and leaned back into Lew.

"You are so beautiful." He said in my ear, as he slide the ponytail holder out of my hair. He started rubbing my shoulders. I finished my wine and he took the glass from my hand. He wrapped his hand around the side of my face, turning my head into him. He kissed me again long and deep. I tasted wine as I opened my mouth to him.

I felt so completely at ease with him. This felt so right like I belonged here. I turned and we both reclined back on the lounge, my head on his chest. I could feel his breathing and the beat of his heart through his sweatshirt. I don't know what over came me. I sat up and straddled his lap, raised my face to his as he put his hands on the back of my neck and slide them into my hair.

I pressed back into his hands and kissed him hard. My tongue parted his lips and licked hungrily at his mouth. I could feel him beginning to grow hard against my thigh. I could stay right here, and live on his kisses.

He slide his hands under my jacket and along my ribs, down to my hips, over my thighs and retraced his route again. The entire time his mouth never leaving mine.

I pulled my windbreaker off and began to unbutton my jean shirt.

He broke the kiss with "I want to undress you." And his hands replaced mine as he unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders. The cool night air felt so good on my naked skin. He kissed my mouth and then with little kisses made his way down my neck and to my shoulders. His tongue tracing the outline of my skin. He deftly slide my bra straps off my shoulders and licked at the top of my cleavage. As he got ever closer to my nipples I could no longer stifle myself.

"Hmmmmmmmmm" I murmured.

"Relaxed?" he said playfully.

"Hmmmmm" I said again as he undid the front clasp of my bra.

I shrugged the bra off my arms, my nipples tightening in the cold air. His eyes looking into mine as his hands gently cupped both of my breasts; I arched my back pressing into his hands. Wanting him so badly. He kissed me on the mouth and took my ear lobe between his teeth, sucking gently as his fingers closed onto my nipples. 

I expelled the air I had been holding as my nipples stiffened between his fingers. I kissed him as I pulled his sweatshirt off his body. I grabbed for the clasp on his pants as I hungrily searched for his mouth.

He grabbed my hands in his as I was trying to undo his pants. He kissed me and whispered into my mouth, "I want to taste you first." Then he slide his hands down to the button on my jeans. He unbuttoned my jeans as I stood and he slide them down my legs. He pulled me in front of him, tracing the outline of my thong as it hugged my body. Goose bumps raised all over me as the wind caressed me.

He licked along the waistband of my thong, kissed my hip as he hooked his thumbs under the sides of my last remaining clothing and peeled them off of me.

"You are so beautiful." He said as he stared at me. Running his hands up and down the insides of my thighs, spreading my legs a little further with each stroke. He kissed my hip again and traced a trail with his tongue down my thigh and very faintly across my lips to my other thigh. I inhaled as he licked my slit, spreading my lips with his tongue. My hips moved forward into him as he slide his hands behind me, his fingers tickling the crevasse and pulling me open. He flicked his tongue over my clit, back and forth applying a little more pressure with each lick and at the same time slide his fingers into me. My knees were weak, my head thrown back in the moonlight.

"Ahhhh, I can't wait. I want you, all of you, inside me." I wasn't sure who was talking. I had never talked like this before to anyone. 

My face blushed as he slide his fingers into me faster and deeper and sucked on my clit. I felt the tide within me rising as I pressed into his face. His grip on my thighs tightened as I tightened on his fingers and felt my orgasm wet on my thigh.

His fingers slide out of me as he stood and we pulled his jeans and boxers down. I could see his erection in the moonlight, the head of his cock glistened with his wetness. I kissed him as I pushed him down onto the chair. I straddled him again as he took one nipple in his mouth and rolled the other one between his fingers.

The wind picked up making my skin more sensitive, my hair blew around my face. I licked at his tongue. Raised my hips up and slide the head of his cock back and forth, grazing my clit and then sliding it down to the entrance to me. 

We both paused for a minute; I wanted to see his face, his eyes as I slide onto him. He kissed me and I pulled my head back as I slowly slide onto him, taking all of him into me. My back arched he cupped one breast as his other hand slide down my belly and circled my clit as I began to ride him. I slide faster and faster and he rocked his hips into me. My gaze locked on his until I could no longer stand it and threw my head back and moaned as I came again, my muscles squeezing him and he followed with is own orgasm a few seconds later. 

I pressed into his chest, my head on his shoulder, listening to his breathing slowing and returning to normal. My own breath slowing, my heart beating slower. Feeling that delicious warmth flowing through me. He pulled the blanket over us from the other chair and we dozed by the fire until the cold sent us inside. I fell asleep against him, smiling and thinking this was only the first day of my relaxation.



Old Friends/New Lovers



Erica looked at the clock in the lower corner of her computer screen, tapping her pen impatiently as she sighed. Only fifteen more minutes until 5, but each moment seemed to drag on forever. Work never usually bothered her this much -- but then again, she didn't usually have anything to look forward to after her day was through at the office. Today was a different story; she was going out to dinner with Michael tonight. 

Erica and Michael had been friends for years, and there had always been an obvious romantic tension between them. Yet somehow they always found themselves in relationships with other people, unable to admit their feelings to one another. But yesterday Michael had asked Erica to accompany him to a big social gathering with his new work associates at the law firm. Although he hadn't phrased it as such, this was finally the date she'd waited eons for.

When the clock finally struck 5, Erica sailed out the door and raced home to get ready. Once she got in the door, she stripped off her clothes and checked herself out in the mirror. She never thought her body looked perfect (what woman did?) but she felt confident tonight. As she slipped into a pair of black lace panties and a matching bra, she hummed to herself in excitement. Still staring in the mirror, she ran her fingers along her bikini line, sending a chill up her spine. She couldn't wait until Michael's fingers were doing the same thing. 

When Erica answered the door, Michael almost gasped out loud. She looked gorgeous, in a low-cut black cocktail dress complete with a black choker. He'd always found Erica attractive, but tonight he actually had to catch his breath after his first glimpse. 

"Well hello sir!" Erica giggled, unable to think about anything but how sexy and muscular Michael looked in his suit. The last time she'd seen him dressed up was probably at his senior prom almost 10 years ago. They embraced and the kiss he placed on her cheek gave her another chill. Before her mind carried her off, Erica began to head for Michael's car. 

"You look absolutely amazing, Er," he said shyly, opening the passenger door for her. She thanked him, turning the same shade of pink. Once he was settled in the driver's side and the heat was blasting, he suddenly turned to her. "I know I'm supposed to be tactful and wait all night for this, but I really can't. Can I kiss you?" She was shocked by how blunt he was, but simultaneously ecstatic that she didn't have to wait any longer for the kiss she'd already waited so long for. 

"Abso-" Before the word was completely out, he was leaned across the gear shift, with his hand on the back of her neck, gently kissing her. As she responded, his lips got hungrier and hungrier. Their simple kiss quickly turned into a full-on makeout session, her hands running through his silky hair. She couldn't believe , she thought she must be dreaming. Not only was Michael kissing her, but he was probably the sexiest kisser she'd ever met. 

Suddenly, Erica was overcome by her need for him. Pausing only for a moment, she asked "when exactly does this dinner start?" 

"Actually not until 8, and it only takes about 20 minutes to get there from here." He smiled at her, his green eyes sparkling in the dark of the car, and began to kiss her neck. She grinned and pulled him closer. 

"Let's run inside and get warm for a bit, shall we?," she asked coyly. Without an answer, he was already outside, opening her door and taking her hand. Erica had no idea how they made it to the couch without unlocking their lips, but she had no complaints. Michael suddenly paused for a moment and frowned.

"I'm sorry, am I moving too fast? I'm never like this -- I usually at least pretend that I have some tact on a first date..." Erica just laughed at him and grinned, moving over until she was sitting on his lap. 

"How about I do the moving and you won't have to worry about it?" As she asked this, she traced the neckline of her dress, caressing her round breasts. He was simply driving her wild, and she couldn't contain herself any more. Almost a decade of longing, and here he was -- all hers! 

Erica stood, facing him, and unzipped her dress, letting it fall silently to the floor. Michael nearly gasped again -- he'd waited too long to see that flesh, those breasts, and the smooth V that led to her soft mound. He could see through her panties that her pussy was shaved smooth, and the rock-hard bulge in his pants somehow got harder. She leaned over and kissed him, unbuttoning his shirt -- first with her fingers, and then with her teeth. He reached behind her and squeezed her ass, giving it a little spank. Once his shirt was off, she tore his pants away quickly, leaving him in his boxer briefs. She was shocked at how large the bulge in his pants was -- 'his cock must be a foot long!' she thought. The sight of it set her juices flowing, and she could feel her panties getting wet. He reached out and began to caress the lips of her pussy, through her panties, and she moaned softly. He leaned in and whispered "Do you like that?" in her ear. She nodded and he pushed the panties aside, slowly slipping his finger into her pussy. It was already soaking wet, and he began to tickle her clit. Barely able to stand, Erica straddled Michael's lap, pressing her hot crotch against his throbbing dick. After a moment of grinding on him, she slid down and pulled his briefs off, exposing his giant cock. With a little cry of shock and excitement, Erica took it in her mouth and began to tease him. Soon, she was sliding it in and out of her mouth like a popsicle on a hot summer day. He put his hand on the back of her head to guide her and he grinned when she looked up into his eyes.

As much as Michael loved getting head (what man doesn't?!), he could not bear the thought of her tight pussy anymore. He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up on the couch, facing the wall with her knees on the cushions. His dick was now nice and wet with her saliva, and he could only wait a moment before plunging into her tiny box. He had never gotten a rush like that from the first thrust before, and every push after that felt better and better. It was like Erica's pussy was euphoric, some sort of ambrosia sent by the gods. 'This is what good sex is supposed to be like!' Michael realized. As he realized he was finally fucking Erica, THE Erica, his longtime crush, it was hard not to come. He'd never had sex with a close friend before, and he realized that over the years she'd told him everything she did and didn't like. He got excited as he remembered that she liked to finish with mutual masturbation to make sure that everyone got to come. He pulled out of her steaming pussy and turned her around, getting her into position for a perfect sixty-nine. He buried his mouth and nose in her sweet crotch, nuzzling each little part of her It only took a few minutes of him tonguing her clit and her deep-throating his huge cock before they both exploded at the same time. Michael had never actually come at the same time as his partner, and the feeling was astounding. It was breaking through the sound barrier at top speed while holding hands with the most gorgeous, funny person on Earth.It actually gave new meaning to the word orgasm.

After getting dressed again, Michael helped Erica get back through the ice and snow and into his car. As they drove to the restaurant, he was ecstatic thinking that this winter was going to actually be pretty damn hot...



Old Friends - New Lovers



Once she was done I just couldn't wait to make her come again. My tongue went straight to her slit and I slurped at all her lady liquids before moving yet again to her clit to concentrate on giving her one final orgasm. I didn't care that some of what I tasted was a few drips of her pee. It didn't take long before she grabbed me by the head again and pulled me hard into her slit as she rode my face and tongue. Sarah cried out, humping me furiously as she came hard. All her other orgasms were kind of quiet, but this one was far from that, which made me think that I had done good and maybe given her something to remember. Maybe it was because I wasn't afraid to taste all her pussy had to offer. I don't know, but it sure seemed like she came harder for me than any other woman ever had.

We were both panting as I moved my face away from her. I could taste her on my lips, and smell her on my body as I slowly slipped under water to wash both her and my sweat off me. Sarah just lied there, breathing heavily. I move to her again with my wet hands and rubbed her calves and thighs as she slowly stirred. She sat up feet back in the pool as moved to hug her and hold her close for a minute. 

Sarah whispered to me that she knew I had to be hard again and wanted to fix my problem so she suggested we trade places. She slithered down into the pool as I hopped up in her place, but I did move a bit to the right as I noticed the filter jet was there and I hoped that maybe Sarah would put it to good use. 

I spread my legs as she moved toward me, and she squealed a little when she felt the jet hit her in the thigh, She reached for my hard cock and began to feel it and my ball sack gently. I warned her that I really wasn't going to last all that long so I encouraged her to enjoy the sensation of the filter jet for a bit first. She let go of me with one hand and reached into the water, I assume to spread her labia open to the hard water stream. She had such a wonderful look on her face as she squeezed me tight with her eyes closed. She worked on her positioning a bit and soon enough I could see her hips rotating into the filter jets stream. Sarah continued to squeeze me as she again approached yet another orgasm. Then I guess she remembered that she was also giving me pleasure so her hand again began to slowly stroke me. She closed her eyes, threw her head back and as her hips bucked she came yet again. That had to be at least the 5th one of the night for her. I guess I was right about her; she really is a sexual tiger. 

As she was coming down she moved closer to me and took my manhood into her mouth. Boy what a sight I had in front of me as I looked down to see her beautiful head of hair going up and down on my cock. I warned her that I was close, and she just sped up her movements on my rod. Then as if on cue she must have felt me getting ready to explode, or more likely she could taste the pre cum ooze from me, she lifted up, pushed her big breasts at my cock and jerked me off hard and fast. "Cum on me Walter, Cum on these big tits you've been staring at all week" as I shot rope after rope of my seed on her beautiful breasts. I wondered if my sperm on her felt anything like her pee hitting me.

We were both totally spent as we got out of the pool, dried off and got dressed. Well at least this is one night that I wouldn't have to go jerk off in the quiet space of my office, though I'm sure I will be using these memories for the rest of my life.

The next day sadly was the last full day that they will be spending here. We again did all the usual things, with me stealing glances at her cleavage every chance I got. As the day and then night wore on I was hoping for one last encounter but it didn't matter if it happened or not.

We found ourselves alone again late that night, again with her in her sleepwear, though this time it was in my basement where I keep all my CD's and other music stuff. Sarah was sitting on the floor on my cowhide carpet looking at some books when I moved behind her and began massaging her neck and shoulders. Like our first encounter I could feel her tension melting away under my touch. I just loved touching her and I could enjoy massaging her for hours, if we had hours. 

Without warning Sarah lifted up her top to expose her bare back and shoulders to me. I continued my massage for a few minutes before switching from my hands to light kisses on her neck and shoulders. I could feel her get goose bumps as I apparently found a sensitive spot. I encouraged her to lie on her stomach and when she did I continued my kisses, slowly working my way down her back. I noticed some faint dark hairs in the small of her back and I surmised that she likely had some hair down her ass-crack and probably around her rosebud. I have always been really turned on by that (why I don't really know) and at that point I decided that I just had to see what was really there. 

Unlike our outdoor encounters there were plenty of lights on inside. I kept kissing lower and lower on her back and when I got to the waistband of her bottoms I gave a little tug. Sarah lifted her pelvis up allowing me the chance to slide her pants down. I jumped at that chance and at first slid them to her knees as I continued kissing the cheeks of her fine ass.

Her ass looked perfect to me as I kissed her soft cheeks and gently squeezed it with my fingers. I moved to the top of her ass crack and slowly began kissing down each cheek, slowly making my way down, I tugged again on her panties and pants and this time I took them off her. I moved to in between her legs which naturally forced her to spread her knees to let me fit in. I kneaded her incredible ass cheeks and as I did I would spread them so I could get a good look at what they were hiding. I leaned in and this time when I spread them I blew lightly onto her asshole. I was right; it did have some beautiful fine black hairs surrounding it. God I wanted to just bury my tongue in there but once again I tried to make this pleasurable for her so I took my time.

I could feel that Sarah was enjoying this. As I blew on her, she would lurch back to me trying to make contact with my lips and tongue. She didn't need to encourage me any more though because the next time she lunged back I moved forward and let the tip of my hardened tongue tickle her asshole. Sarah moaned and jumped as I didn't think she expected the contact, but within seconds she moved back to my tongue again and I began to rim her as we apparently both desired. As with her pussy, her ass tasted wonderful, and I was in heaven as I licked her most forbidden place. I licked her lightly before taking my pointy tongue and pushed it past her closed sphincter. I couldn't get it in very far but I could sense how she was enjoying my tongue fucking of her ass. She was up on her knees now with her head still low on the cowhide. I kept tongue fucking her as she rocked back and forth. I moved my hand up to her slit and rubbed her pussy and found her once again very wet to my touch. I slowly pushed my finger in her so I was both tongue fucking her and finger fucking her pussy. She was rocking back and forth helping me double fuck her. I again heard what was now becoming a familiar whimper and she pushed back hard, impaling both her holes on me as she bucked and came hard. I tried my best to do what I thought would help her pleasure along.

Sarah moved forward and while my tongue came out of her ass my finger still remained in her pussy. It was so warm and wet in there. She lay back down on her stomach and I removed my finger, and slipped my own pants down to my knees as I slithered up her body kissing my way back up her back to her neck. As I did so, my hard cock slid into her wet ass crack and I slowly began to hump her as I kissed her ear. She turned her head to me and I just kissed her forehead as my cock nuzzled so comfortably in her soft ass cheeks. I asked her if her cum was as good as it seemed and she just smiled and told me that besides what I was doing to her, her hard nipples were rubbing on the soft cow fur and between all of that it was an incredible feeling. I began humping her cheeks a little bit harder.

Sarah asked me if I had a condom, and of course I was smart enough to have one handy. She told me that she wanted to feel me inside her. I told her that I was ready for this moment but that I wanted to do it so I could look in her eyes as we fucked. I moved off her, reached into my pocket for the condom and removed my pants completely. I laid on my back and handed her the condom. It didn't take but a second to get it on as she lifted her leg over me and got ready to sit on my hard cock. My eyes were glued to her face as she slowly sunk down on to me. 

There is a look a woman has when she's filling herself with man meat. Its something that they probably don't even know exists, but it does and it's an amazing thing to see, and I was seeing that look on Sarah's face as she slowly pushed my fat cock in her. I let her take her time because in reality I knew that I didn't think I was going to last very long. Soon enough, she had me all the way in her and she began to slowly lift up and down fucking me.

I reached up for her and pulled her down to me. She leaned down, putting her arms to each side of me as she began fucking me faster and faster. In this position her face was inches from mine and her hair fell forward framing both her face and mine, and at that moment, with her hair around us both it was like nothing in the world existed except her face. I looked into her eyes as she rode me, and I tried like hell to not cum until she was ready to cum herself. We seemed like we were in our own little world, when I saw her close her eyes, throw her head back and begin to hump me short and hard. I knew she was about ready and I encouraged her by saying "Cum hard Sarah, and I'll cum when you do".

Sarah moaned loudly and I pulled her down to me to kiss her as she came hard on my cock. My hips fucked her hard as I shot spurt after spurt into her and the condom. My lips kissed hers as she slowly came down from her orgasm. Her lips were so soft and warm. I was again surprised that I had licked her 2 other bodily openings before I had ever given her a kiss on the lips, but that kind of played into my thought that she could easily separate an overtly sexual act from an act of love. 

We both rested for a few minutes and it felt so nice to have her lying on top of me, the weight of her and her beautiful breasts resting on my chest. My cock slowly softened and within a minute or 2 it slipped out of her wet hole. I could feel her wetness dripping down on to my balls. 

We softly kissed one more time before she eased herself off me. I sat up and grabbed a nearby tissue and removed my condom. Sarah reached for her panties and I watched as she used the crotch of them to clean up the juices between her legs. She took her time cleaning herself, giving me a great show in the process. When she was satisfied that most of her wetness was mopped up she reached out and handed her panties to me. "Here" she said "why don't you keep these to remember this week by, but you have to promise me that every time you use these to jerk off with you'll tell me".

I know I'll be using these panties twice a day until her scent is gone. But even when I can't smell her anymore, I will always have the memories of this week. Sadly, we kissed goodnight and went to our separate beds. Sarah and her son left the next morning. Maybe I'll see her again next summer, maybe I wont ever see her again, but either way I will always see her in my mind when I'm pleasuring myself. And I hope that maybe once in a while Sarah remembers our fun when she's home doing the same thing.