2 comments/ 9104 views/ 2 favorites The Sweet Smell of Sex By: alexcarr When doing my weekly constitutional in the borough gym I could not help but notice this guy on the hand bar, gazing at me like he knew me or something. Perhaps he did but I had no recollection ever of meeting him. His stare was daunting and magnetic, I felt myself responding and staring back at him and he just grinned and waved to me. Then he came over to me as I struggled with the walking frame, the preservation pouring out of me. I made up my mind at the beginning of the year that I would stick to my New Year's resolution to get back into the shape I was just five years back, when I was eighteen. Not that my slight bulge seemed to worry the bachelor girls in the office who continue to flirt unashamedly with me. I heard on the quiet that they are having a bet as to who dates me first. Once bitten twice shy is my motto after a very disastrous affair with a girl called Janice. Talk about passion out of control. It seemed like she could never keep her hands away from my dick and crashed my mind about the feminine sex wanting romance primarily. There was me thinking that a trip to the cinema, being my first date with her, would be nice and we would see how it went from there. But was I old fashioned or what? This girl was besotted by sex and getting her fill, even in the back row of the cinema which I found most intrusive. Okay so I went with the French kissing which seemed to become more passionate when Jonny Depp appeared on the screen. "I think he is so sexy and adorable" she whispered, her tongue messing with mine. "But you are too Pete. I am so glad you asked me out for a date. (Which wasn't quite true, one of the office girls, I found out later, told her I was too shy to ask her for a date so she simply approached me and asked where we were going that night?) But, I was in her clutches then in the cinema and no mistake. I decided just to let her have her pleasure and submit to her passion. She was obviously having a good time beneath my belt and I felt so embarrassed when she unfastened my trouser zip, pulled my appendage out and promptly put it into her mouth. Okay the feeling was good, it was sort of soothing I guess but nothing that really turned me on, like I wanted to go further with her later or anything like that. I did feel sort of sorry for her when, after the cinema, she invited me home and said I could stay over if I liked. I sort of got out of it by saying I am not a one night slander and left it at that. But she did not let it go there; "I didn't mean that, what you take me for. I am not that kind of girl!" She was shouting and was very angry. "Nothing personal" I offered calmly. It is just that I like to take time that's all and with that she jumped out of the passenger seat and slammed the car door behind her, yelling something about I was a dick-head and I had blown it and some other nasty amazing accusations that I was gay or something. Truth is I never fancied her anyway. Truth is I didn't fancy any of the other girls in the call centre office either. The whole truth is I don't fancy girls that way period! I guess Janice did do me a favour though. She made me aware of my sexuality. Secretly I knew I had a yearning for well-shaped guys I had seen working out in the gym. And I did imagine once or twice what it would be like working out sexually with a guy. But that was as far as it went the idea of actually approaching a guy on that level seemed abhorrent to me. I don't know why. Just the way I was brought up I guess that being homosexual was unnatural. I guess the only way I would get involved with another guy that was by invitation. But I knew I was particular and would not submit to just anyone, like this old guy who tapped me on the shoulder in a public lieu and murmured something about wanking me off. That put me in a state of confusion for a while, thinking was I really gay or what? But of course, and reading about homosexuality, I learned that finding the right mate is as natural as any prospective relationship - that the crude 'toilet bashing' syndrome relates generally to those who cannot get it any other way, and are content to let a complete stranger wank them off, or suchlike. Just for the kicks. I eventually worked it out and hoped somehow that special guy would appear in my life and take me by storm, and no more messing with anal vibrators which I had purchased online. They were fun and to be honest I did become possessive discovering different ways and positions in which I could get the best satisfaction. It seems crazy now that I spent many hours of sheer bliss with a bulbous dildo stuck up my anus, feeling the sensual movement inside me as I walked about. And also seeing myself fuck my hole in a specially positioned manner , as I laid sideways on the carpet and presented myself for a long and lovely gratifying sexual extravaganza. But it was all part of the learning curve when I began to realise that al, that was just a poor substitute for the real thing, So I started to have fantasies as to how it would be and feel with a real hard cock up there, and all the wonderful attributes given to that. So now at last, was it all happening? The rather gorgeous hunky guy in the gym who was staring at me? And my response was I responded. He must have seen something in my expression as he came over to me and introduced himself as Richard, and that he was a place officer, but not to worry, he had not come to arrest me! My mind was saying I wouldn't' mind if he did. He was so nice and friendly and I felt so comfortable with him, like I had known him for duration. Well it seemed like that as we got acquainted, he asking about why I was working out that I didn't need t with a gorgeous body like mine. I guess what he said was the signal that I could well be starting an intimate relationship with him and dispose forever all those plastic substitutes. Well he asked me if he would like him to join me in the restaurant after our sessions and I gladly agreed. By body language and suggestion he made it quite clear to me that he would like to extend our brief encounter. He had that sort of very becoming base voice that I loved so much. He had kept himself well in trim that was apparent. I felt that I was chemically right for Richard and when he asked me back to his place a shudder went up my spine at the prospect of being sexually involved with this lovely guy whom, I guess had already stolen my heart. I knew than about my true sexual leaning. No more confusion. Getting it out of my head what my parents said, that it was unnatural to be anything else but heterosexual. I have known for a long time that I have felt as I imagine a woman would feel when it came to sexual stimulation and that is what I wanted with Richard. We were as very much on par as I told him all about my former sexual hang-ups and he calmed me, hugging me tight, his lips touching mine just softly. "Let this, your first experience be something very special, I want that Pete. I want to get that quite straight from the start; I want you as a person. I want your all and everything that entails." This guy had it all for me. He seemed so considerate and out front. And when he showed me what to do it felt so lovely and wonderful. The tingle was there in my being as he showed me how to touch him, first over his jeans which were so very sensual and delightful. There was I with another guy doing intimate things that I thought would never happen, that I would have to live with my erotic fantasies and never experience the real thing. "We were surely made for each other Pete that is how I feel right now." He prompted me to unzip his fly and I felt him grow beneath his jeans, so warm and inviting. Obviously this guy was experienced and I wondered if he had other relationships. Now there is another thing. Like he could read my mind, because he told me he had been with two other guys and went on to tell me how special they were at the time but eventually they grew away from each other. The first being because he was bisexual and decided he preferred woman, and the second called Jason who went into politics about which they argues and argued their differences so the relationship dimmed and never regained that something which was with them for six months. Richard said that with me he felt something he had never felt before. He knew how to flatter me and no mistake and I loved it. More especially I loved the feel and touch of him and it was lovely the way he let me pull him out of his trousers. He beckoned me to massage him and I felt the prominence of a real live cock other than my own which was quite different altogether. Rubbing him up for a bit I sniffed my hand and smelt the sweet smell of sex, I knew after wanking myself. Even that seemed relevant to our new relationship, the similarity of our body scent, which seemed to herald the need to go further and further and share the passion we both had for each other. He murmured for me not to stop as now, he pushed down his jeans and blue boxer shorts down to his knees giving me full access to his full erection which looked s divine. He asked me what I thought and I joked that it was like a big whale. That was just the start of a banter we would share, a banter which became part and parcel of our relationship and, as I tasted him that very first time, I felt a surge of pure ecstasy, for want of a better word , in my hind, like a hunger that needed quenching . I felt the joy of sucking, tasting and massaging his balls and then, teasing his foreskin tight back, that is what he wanted, I say a blob of cum settle on his p-hole and straight away I knew I must lick it off, very gently so as to make it as erotic as I could for my new guy, I followed that by teasing it with the tip of my tongue and then licking the whole of his beautiful erection down to his balls and back again. Then the urge returned to suck again, this time with more gusto which Richard loved, moving his hips to tease it around in my mouth as I succeeded in deep throating hi, finding out just how long I could hold my breath before releasing it. And the real reward for all that was the deep taste of cock in my throat and I knew I would want to do that again and again, I wanted to learn how to hold my breath longer and make it so very special for him It was going to be so much fun to discover the different way we could pleasure each other, and he was soon to let me feel the wonderful sensation of being sucked for the first time, cock-wise and everything else wise. It was beautiful and so wonderfully gratifying feeling his response to my enjoyment of his cock and everything, he wanting me on all fours and other positions to feel, touch and massage my hind, it was heaven on earth as he stretched me so wide apart and sucked my hole, his tongue easing gently into me with the help of his fingers gradually opening me for his fuck I wanted so much. We both groaned in exact enjoying each other to the full. He talked dirty about wanting my ass and I retaliated. The sexual feeling of all that was a strong stimulant and I wanted him to fuck my ass until it was raw. And when he entered me, when he'd lubricated me and slapped me I felt him drag me from the floor, having me position myself on all fours, my ass prominent for his fuck. I felt the first surge of his stiffness start to thrust into me. He yelled I was his bugger boy and tugged my hair as he started to fuck me hard. I gasped for breath as he entered me deeply and knew at last what it was like to be fucked by real time cock rather than a substitute. It hurt at first, the movement was different from any substitute I had used and much more invigorating and wholesome and perfect. I soon grew accustomed to Richard's beautiful fucks as we did to each other. For me Richard had showed me the way and I am forever grateful. Once a week he shows me different ways to share our passion. I love him I really do. It just has to work. The way he shags me says it will, the way he treats me says it will. It must then! The Sweet Smell of Success The worst thing about working side-by-side with Jeff was knowing that he'd been dead for three months now. It wasn't the smell mind you, because we all had been working here for several weeks without access to any bathing facilities. We were all pretty gamy by now. In fact, Jeff didn't smell as bad as some of those guys down on level four. No, the thing that bothered me about Jeff was his nagging habit of losing extremities. A finger here or a toe there wasn't too bad, but all too often it was a hand or a foot and damn if it didn't happen at the very worst time. I mean here we are lifting some furniture or something and I see his foot go rolling past. I'd holler, "Hey Jeff, think you might need that foot or something?" "Oh damn, I'm sorry Jim. I'll be right back." Then he'd wander off carrying his foot, while I stood holding the furniture waiting. He would return in a few minutes, apologizing profusely as we finished carrying the load. Don't get me wrong, I like Jeff, I like him a lot. Ever since he died him and I are like best buds again, just like when we were younger. He did go through a phase there when he was married that he was just completely out of control. I pretty much left him alone then. He had this habit you see, well... lets just say he had a way with ladies. I guess I should say he had his way with a lot of ladies, most of them were not his wife. In fact, this habit you see is what got him killed... but that's another story. We'll just say his wife made sure he was well insured before he accidentally ate all those poison mushrooms. Ever since he died though, the women pretty much leave him alone and like I said, his smell is tolerable. He is a pretty sensitive guy these days, he tips his head to the ladies but is never fresh with them. And he's even working on a way to keep his body parts intact while we work. The one woman he did convince to come home with him had a pretty tough time. It went fairly well for a while, they sat together on the couch and kissed a while. His breath is normally bad, but he had several breath mints and from what I understand, her breath had plenty of alcohol on it. Anyway, after kissing, she removes her blouse and bra, letting him kiss and fondle her breasts. She begins to breathe heavily and reaches for his cock. By this time he was hard, but unfortunately, his cock had disconnected from his body and slid partway down his pant leg. She begins to squeeze his erection and slide her hand down its length. While Jeff sports a fairly normal 6-1/2" cock, it had slid so that as her hand moved down, it appeared to reach almost a foot long. Well, while his date is quickly removing the rest of her clothes, Jeff was able to round up his errant cock and get it back where it was supposed to be. Barely able to contain herself, Jeff's date unbuttoned his fly, but to her dismay, out flopped a normal size cock. Wondering where the rest of it got off to, she tugged a bit, softly at first, but when the remaining four inches failed to appear, she tugged hard. Well, as you can expect, off it came again, right there in her hands. Wow, that was an awful mess, and since that time he is just polite to the ladies. He gets these ideas you see. Sometimes there pretty crazy, but other times, out of the blue his ideas actually work. Considering all the other stiffs we work with around here, I got to think Jeff is practically a genius. Why just last week he had is best ideal yet. "Miniature elephants man, it's the latest thing. Someone screwed up down at the sperm bank and mixed a few of the species up." "Miniature elephants?" "Yeah, they crossed a dachshund with an elephant and ended up with four three foot tall elephants." Figuring he lost a few too many of his brain cells, I played along. "And just where are these miniature elephants." "In the back of my van," he replied. Now I know what you are thinking. You are wondering what I have been drinking to come up with such a far-fetched story. I understand. It is simply too hard to believe that the Department of Motor Vehicles would allow a dead man to drive. When I asked Jeff about it he just laughed it off. "Hell I was more lively than ninety percent of the people working there. I just popped in my good eye, passed the eye test and I was off and driving." Remembering some of my waits at the DMV, I understood what he talked about. Anyway, back to the miniature elephants. We walked over to the van and Jeff opened the door. There stood four elephants. The van didn't smell real nice, but hey, after working three months beside a dead guy, most smells don't bother you anymore. "Don't you see Jim? These elephants will do all the lifting and moving for us. We will just watch them work. Without all that lifting I should be able to stay together a bit more." "How can we get them to do the work?" I asked. "It's all in the hand signals, and I can teach you those." ------------------------ Well, looking back on all that I never would have believed it would work. I got to hand it to Jeff the elephants were perfect. We both were just a couple of dumb old working stiffs, now we are bona fide entrepreneurs. "Hey Jeff we got another call, lets finish up here, grab a bite to eat and then run across town." "Sure thing Jim. Let me get Jeremy to finish up by the fireplace and then we will load up," he said waving his hands strangely. Carefully, the elephant climbed down from the narrow mantelpiece, the sound of crashing porcelain knick-knacks emphasizing his every move. The Sweet Smell of Success The old adage, "The Nose Knows," is one of the truest sayings ever spoken. Basically, it means; the damn thing never forgets. Once a scent has been processed by whatever mechanism the nose possesses, that particular aroma will be forever marinated into the brain. This is especially so if the odor is associated with something pleasant. Not too long ago I came across a special scent that has since been responsible for causing me more wet dreams than everything else in my life, combined. The Sweet Smell of Success She said nothing, but snuggled in a little closer to me. Folding the one leg further under herself, she draped her other leg over my thigh. "Okay, at least you're not pacing." I whispered, my fingers slowly working their way further up her dainty lace garter strap. "Maybe I'll let my fingers do the pacing this time." she purred as the hand that had been playing over the inside of my arm moved up under my chin and gently danced across my upper chest. "Now that's some pacing I would really enjoy," I whispered, reaching up with my free hand, I went for broke, I grabbed the tube top I was wearing, and pulled it down to my waist. "How about a little mountain climbing? I hear it's great for the nerves." This maneuver got her full, undivided attention. By undivided attention, I mean, she stopped everything. She rose up straight on the sofa, nearly sitting on my lap at that point, and stared at my naked breasts like a young boy observing his first pair at close range. "A little mountain climbing can be relaxing," she finally spoke. But the hand under my chin was damn sure taking its sweet time about starting its journey, and I was becoming very impatient. Impatient, hell, I was getting hornier than a three-peckered billy goat and that wonderful scent of hers was quickly pushing me past the point of self-control. I grabbed her hesitant hand and gave it a boost to the top of one mountain, where I firmly held it in place. "I was talkin' about today, Sweetie!" I snapped. I pulled my hand away, hoping hers would stay where I had placed it. It did, but with such timidness I could barely tell it was there. But I could feel a lot more nervousness in her fingers. And I have to say; her feathery touch packed a pretty big wallop because the nipple she was teasing felt like it could explode any second. "They're a matched set, ya know," I said, placing her other hand on my thus-far-ignored breast. Those gentle fingers played with the same hesitant timidness as the ones of her other hand. But the nervousness in her seemed to quadruple all of the sudden. Most of my being was consumed by the strange, but thrilling, sensation of her ultra light touch. But a small portion of my brain busied itself wondering why she was hesitant, seemingly afraid to touch me. I could see she was becoming a nervous wreck. My endurance stretched to the max, I jumped up from the sofa, causing her to jump all the way to the opposite end of the eight-foot monster in the process. "What's wrong, Baby? Are you afraid of me?" I asked as softly as I could. Her head shook, no. "Don't you like me?" I asked. She nodded, yes. "Are you afraid you're going to do something that'll upset me?" Her head signaled a hesitant no. "Oh God, don't tell me I'm the first woman you've ever been with," I snapped in surprise. I got a quick no on that one. "Then why in the hell are you so nervous?" I barked. "You have me scared to death I'm forcing you to do something you don't really wanna do." I thought for a moment that she was going to shake her brains out she shook her head, no, so hard. "Then, you've gotta be afraid of offending me," I snapped and suddenly started stripping off everything. A few seconds later, I stood bare-ass naked before her, my arms spread wide. "Okay, Sweetness, here I am. I am freely offering you anything and everything I have. It's yours for the taking. I want you to take it, all of it!" Tears welled up in her big green eyes and tumbled down her cheeks. Her delicate hands covered her face. I suddenly felt like an absolute jackass. I climbed naked onto her lap, facing her, with a knee on either side of her hips. Naturally, her dress rose with the passing of my knees. Wrapping my arms around her shoulders, I apologized, "Baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I love you; I wouldn't hurt you on purpose for the whole world. Please don't cry. You're ripping my heart out." I could feel her trying to stop. My naked breasts were pressing against the back of her hands over her face as I hugged her. I could also feel them moving from between us. Her arms slipped around my waist. Her tear-streaked face nuzzled between my bare breasts. At nearly six feet tall and built like an amazon queen, Lisa was considerable larger than me. But at the moment, she felt tiny and fragile in my arms. "That's what makes me so nervous," her muffled voice finally spoke. "What does, Honey?" I whispered. "Love," she began to cry again. Okay, now we're getting somewhere, I thought to myself. Now let's see if I can narrow it down a little. Love is a pretty big word "You're afraid of love?" I questioned. Her dark red hair bounced as she nodded, yes, between my breasts. Well, that felt nice, I thought. If I can get her to shake her head no down there it'll feel fantastic. Sorry, but my mind works in mysterious ways, even under crisis. "Are you afraid of being in love or being loved?" I asked, figuring I could get a verbal answer from her with that one. Again I got a nod. "Which one?" I asked. "Both," was the muffled, tearful answer. Her shoulders began to shake as her crying returned. "Can I ask why?" I pressed on. I got another nod. I waited for an answer, which didn't seem to be coming. "Okay, why?" "I'm afraid of being hurt again," she sobbed. She was really cuttin' loose with the tears now. I could feel them warmly rolling down my naked breasts and dropping onto my bare thighs. That hadn't been exactly the answer I had been hoping for, but at least it gave me something to work with. I mean, I had fallen head-over-tits in love with this delightful lady and I wasn't gonna give up with out a damn good fight first. "Calm down, Baby. I promise, I'll never hurt you," I assured her. Her crying slowly stopped and I could sense her trying to pull herself together. I waited. I had the whole damn weekend to sit right where I was if need be. I was determined to resolve any and all issues she may have possessed or been possessed by. If it required an exorcism, so be it. But I was really hoping a good sexorcism would be enough to do the job. Her precious face slowly emerged from between my breasts. Her tear filled eyes looked up at me. Her hands slid between us, grabbing for her dress hem. I raised up a little, figuring she wanted to pull the dress back down where it belonged. But, to my surprise, she pulled it up and started trying to dry her tear soaked face with it. "Here, give me that," I ordered, taking the dress hem from her. I then proceeded to dry her tears with tender, loving care. Squirming around, she pulled more of the dress up, and just as lovingly, began wiping her tears from my naked boobs. I can't say who was enjoying their task the most, but I'm sure I was enjoying what she was doing to me a lot more than...well, you get the idea, because it didn't take her long to make me completely forget what I was supposed to be doing. Finally having had enough of the dress, (I wanted to feel bare skin against my bare skin) "Give me that," I ordered, pulling the dress hem from her busy hands. "I'm not finished yet," she complained. Her tongue darted out and circled one of my hard nipples, nearly sending me through the roof in the process. "See? This one's still wet." "Do this," I ordered, holding my arms straight up in the air. She did as instructed. Before she had a chance to object, I snatched the dress up over her head and arms, and tossed it aside. I wanted to lean back a little and enjoy the scenery I had just exposed, but in the act of reaching so high, I had, accidentally of course, pressed my breasts against her up-turned face. Her arms locked around my waist, her mouth locked around one of my swollen nipples, and my breath locked up in my lungs. Lisa made love to that nipple like she was afraid it might be the last one she would ever get her mouth on. But I had a news flash for the lovely Ms. Bennington; I have two of those easily excitable little critters and the other one was demanding its rightful share of her magnificent attention. I tried unsuccessfully to pull my nipple from her mouth; the leech was stuck to my breast tighter than a tick on a hound dog. "Hey, Lady, I thought you were an equal opportunity lover. I have two of them damn things, ya know. Switch," I ordered. With the eagerness of a starving kitten, she immediately switched and her hot tongue against my fresh flesh sent me toward the ceiling again. But the important thing was much more subtle, the nervous shaking I had felt in her earlier, was absent. She seemed to have finally tossed caution aside and was getting down to the business at hand, or mouth, as the case may be. Her long elegant fingers gradually worked their way down my waist and around my squirming hips. They finally came to a halt when they arrived at my behind. Once there, they gently kneaded both cheeks in rhythm to the squirming my hips were doing. Regardless of what her mindset might have been at that moment, she was driving me absolutely wild. I simply couldn't get enough of her. Even with her mouth on my breast, her hands on my behind, her beautiful hair in my face, and her ultra sexy scent filling my lungs I still wanted, no, needed more. Straining to reach the clasp of her bra, I finally freed those freckle-covered beauties from their flimsy captor. Lisa moved her arms almost mechanically as I worked the bra the rest of the way off of her. But her oral attention to my delighted nipples never missed a beat. I held the tiny lace garment up and snuggled it to my face. I was amazed that such a delicate piece of fabric could hold Lisa's large breasts in check. But it was definitely strong enough to hold a generous serving of her fantastic scent. I wanted to toss the bra aside and get down to more serious business, but my nose and my heart would not allow it. I guess at that moment, her sweet smell was the most important thing on planet earth to me. It was about then that Lisa scared the holy heck out of me by suddenly standing up, with me still attached at all critical points and her delicious bra still against my face. When her mouth finally deserted my breast, all of the unknown suction between our bodies stopped. She plopped me down on my back on the soft, over-stuffed sofa. Looking down at me from her lofty position, she smiled, and whispered, "I'll be right back, Sweet Thing. Please don't move." I raised up on my elbows enough to watch her gorgeous, scantily clad behind sway out of the room. "Don't you dare put any clothes on!" I yelled after her. The Sweet Smell of Success "I have a couple special ones you haven't kissed yet," she teased. "Yeah, I know," I quoted her, and added my best come-hither smile. "Come on, let's sit down here at the bar and enjoy these martinis first," she suggested. I followed her around the bar. All right, I'll admit it. I was like a dog in heat; I would've followed her off a cliff right then if that were where she wished to go. She pulled two barstools out and patted her hand on top of one. "Plant it here," she said, and planted her own sweet hinny on the other. She crossed her legs and took a sip of her drink. She looked me up and down with a cute smile on her face. "Several times over the last week or so, I've tried to imagine what you would look like sitting on that barstool. Now I don't have to imagine it anymore," she said. "Did I have on any clothes when you imagined me sitting here?" I teased. "You know how it is," she replied. "Sometimes things are even better than you imagined they would be." Her smile got bigger and her eyebrows raised. Now it was my turn to look her up and down. "Yeah, I see what ya mean," I agreed, my own eyebrows climbing. "That really makes me feel good." "What does?" Lisa asked. "What you said about trying to imagine what I would look like sitting here," I replied. "I'm really surprised you were even thinking about me, much less trying to imagine me sitting here at your bar. I mean, why were you thinking about me?" "Don't tell me you haven't noticed me watching you," she said. "Now I'm confused again," I replied. "I thought I was the one who was doing all the watching." "Well, yes, you've been eye-balling me too. And I have to admit, it was really starting to turn me on just knowing you were watching me every time I was around you. I make a lot of trips passed your desk for no other reason then to feel your eyes on me. Did you think it was an accident when I leaned over your desk with a few buttons undone on my blouse? You caught my eye the day you came to work for us. This non-existent cookout was just a spur-of-the-moment idea I got while you were staring down my blouse. Let's just say, that kinda proved to me that, yes, you were gay, or a least a switch hitter, and yes, you were interested in me." "And you got all that just from me looking down your blouse?" I asked. "No, I got all that by watching how you acted when I was around you. It was how you looked down my blouse that made my mind up about trying to actually get you alone somewhere. And the cute way you acted when you knew you had been caught in the act, only confirmed to me that I wanted to get to know you better." "You're a tricky little devil, ain't ya," I said. "You don't get to be CEO of a big company like ours by sitting back and letting the world pass you by," she replied. "I realized I already had let too much of that happen, especially in my personal life. I thought I was ready. But I guess I wasn't until you rattled my cage enough to make me open up. And I really have to thank you for that." She patted my leg just above my knee. "No you don't," I replied. "I did that for myself. I was confused because I couldn't figure out what I was doing that was upsetting you so damn much." "I didn't mean to break down like that," she said softly stroking my leg. "When you jumped up and yanked off all of your clothes like that, I got excited. Then all the sudden I got really scared I was gonna get hurt again." "I told you I could never hurt you," I said. "I know, but I didn't think Ginger would either," she replied. "But with you, it wasn't so much the physical hurting I was worried about, as it was a mental hurt. I was afraid you might not like me after we make love. I was worried that because of the fear I still had, I might not do things the way you like it. I was afraid you would just leave and I would never see you again. That's why I have refused to fall in love again. Well, until now, anyway." "And what about now?" I pressed on. Her hand was very slowly working its way up my thigh, and I wanted to know where I stood with her before her hand reached what I hoped was its eventual target. "Well, as far as not allowing myself to ever fall in love again; too late. It's already happened. Not much I can do about that now," she stated, easing off of her barstool, her hand still on my thigh. "The only thing I can do now is love you the only way I know how and start trying to figure out what you like and don't like." She slipped her other arm around my shoulders; the one on my thigh continued its painfully slow trip upward. "That won't be too hard to figure out," I replied. "When it comes to my love life, I'm pretty quick to let my likes and dislikes be known." I waved my hands in front of me like a game show host showing a big prize. "I've already told you this is all yours for the taking. I'm pretty much up for anything a sweet lady might wish to do, as long as it doesn't involve pain of any kind or anything really gross." I grabbed her snail-paced hand on my thigh, opened my legs, and pressed her hand tight against my exposed womanhood. "Now, I suggest we get started, I have to be back at work on Monday morning. Besides, I don't like wasting a lot of valuable time with schoolgirl preliminaries." I slid down a little so I was sitting on the front edge of the barstool. The next move was up to Lisa. I had given her permission and open, easy access to do whatever her little heart desired. She wasted no time making that move. Turning my face up toward hers with the hand on my shoulder, she leaned down and kissed me. As soon as she was sure my face was going to stay the way she had turned it, that hand dropped to my left breast. Her long fingers closed firmly around it. The timidness that hand had shown earlier was gone. It was still a gentle, loving touch, but I definitely knew it was there. Her kiss was a warm, passion-filled delight. But the real delight was taking place between my thighs. Lisa's elegant fingers slowly strolled up and down my open valley, pausing with each pass long enough to circle my excited clit a time or two. The way she was standing beside me, with one arm around me, she had my right shoulder snuggled between her large freckled breasts. One hung only inches from my chin. I wanted to play with its dark-pink erect nipple, but each time I raised my hand in pursuit of it, her lips would quickly move to my ear. Just as my fingers would make contact with her nipple her tongue would dart inside my ear. She already knew how I would react to that fantastic sensation. Both of my hands would involuntarily grab for the edge of the barstool. My body would instantly rise slightly from the seat. I would gasp for breath, and then slowly exhale it all in one long, soft moan. I couldn't stop it or change it. That's how my body reacts to a hot tongue dancing in my ears. Each time she did this to me, it would cause the delightful sensations her fingers were creating in my nipples and clit to suddenly intensify by nearly unbearable proportions. She would only force me to endure such intense pleasure for a few seconds at a time before her thrilling tongue would return to my eager mouth. All of this titillating activity coupled with her dreamy scent was almost more than my aroused body could tolerate. God only knows how many times Lisa brought me to the very brink of ecstasy and eased me back down just before I would explode. And God also knows how many times I cried out his name just before Lisa would pull me back from the edge. "Are you ready yet, Sweetie?" she whispered. I wanted to scream, yes, at her, but all I could manage was something resembling a low growl through my clenched teeth. "Good, so am I," she whispered, steeping back, and turning my barstool so I faced her. She dropped to her knees between my separated legs. Her hands slid over my outer thighs and around my hips. There wasn't enough oxygen in the room to fill my lungs when her fabulous tongue slid from one end of my throbbing womanhood to the other. With excruciating slowness, Lisa's tormenting tongue trekked around the opening to my soul without entering. "Please Hon..." I started begging. I hadn't finished the sentence before Lisa locked up every human function I possessed, except one, when she unexpectedly drove her searing tongue nearly to my heart. She already had me so stimulated by then that my insides immediately detonated. The explosion of Mount St. Helen had been nothing but a fizzle compared to the eruption that took place inside of me, it's lava flow a mere trickle compared to the gush that greeted Lisa's tongue. What started as a deep-throated groan escalated into a top-of-the-lungs scream as wave after wave of absolute pleasure crashed one on top the other as my insides proceeded to come unraveled at the seams on me. I had a headlock on Lisa with my thighs that a Mack truck couldn't have pulled her free of. I was praying she wouldn't drown, but at the same time, I could not force my legs to set her free. And her fantastic tongue continued probing deeper and deeper. Finally, my body couldn't take any more and Lisa seemed to have no intention of stopping. So my body decided it was time to defend itself. It suddenly completely relaxed and flowed like water from the barstool to the floor. The barstool went scooting across the floor and we ended up in a pile, Lisa still firmly attached between my thighs. I hate to admit it, but my total loss of body control finally ended up disrupting one damn beautiful moment. Lisa and I lost it and wound up lying on the floor laughing like a couple of teenagers on their first drunken spree. She crawled up beside me with the most precious smile on her face, which I promptly put between my hands and kissed with everything I possessed. "Why don't we go upstairs?" she whispered the moment our kiss ended. "What's up there?" I asked, like I didn't know. "My bedroom," she replied. "Not the same bedroom as..." "Not even the same house," Lisa cut me off. "I couldn't stay there after that. I had to sell the house." "I'm sorry, Baby," I apologized. "I didn't mean to bring that back up." "Oh that's okay," she smiled. "I have someone special to share my bedroom with now." The Sweet Smell of Success I rolled over with her like I was a part of her, my fingers not missing a stroke. I watched with delight as several expressions danced across her suddenly awakened face. First it was a look of great surprise, then a smile, which was quickly replaced with a wide-eyed gasp. Finally her head tilted back, her eyes closed, and her lovely mouth opened wide. Her hands shot up beside her head, palms out, inches above her pillow. At first her hands were open wide, her long elegant fingers fanned out. Instantly every muscle in her body tensed up and began to vibrate. Her fingers tried to close into tight fists, but the knuckles where they joined her hands wouldn't bend. Her hands folded backward at her wrists. Her hips rose slightly from the bed. Her mouth opened wide, emitting one long groan, which gradually grew in volume and rose in pitch until it ended after about twenty seconds. At which time, Lisa suddenly gasped in enough air to inflate a full set of truck tires. That was when all hell broke loose between her thighs and deep inside her convulsing body. Her velvety tunnel contracted tight around my fingers deep inside of it, relaxed for a second, then clamped even tighter around my fingers again. It was as if her internal muscles were trying to force my fingers out of her. An instant later, I found out why. Lisa's core erupted with a force unlike any female orgasm I have ever experienced or caused. My fingers were blasted out of her along with a huge gush of her wonderful juices. Lisa, my hand, and the bed were instantaneously saturated well passed her knees. Her lady-cum hit my hand and arm with such force as to splash up over her stomach and all over me as my fingers were forced out of her. "Oh Christ!" she yelled. "Don't stop now! Please!" I got soaked again as I pushed my fingers back inside of her against a second wave from her core. "Harder!" Lisa begged. "Push harder!" I pushed my fingers deeper against her flood. I then began moving them in and out of her as fast as I could. "Yes! Yes!" Lisa gasped. "That's it, but harder! Harder!" I was already pressing against her swollen womanhood with the rest of my hand a lot harder than I thought I should. Suddenly, she took several short, ragged gasps of air, reached down between her thighs, grabbed my wrist, pulled my fingers almost out of her, and slammed them back into her and the rest of my fist against her raging womanhood. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she cried as the third major spasm sent her juices flying again. After that, her body began to relax a little. The mighty waves of ecstasy that had been ripping through her began to diminish in intensity and frequency. The motion of my hand gradually subsided to match her contractions. I finally pulled my fingers from her and gently snuggled back up against her. "Good Morning," I chirped. Lisa looked at me through glassy eyes and it wasn't from sleep. Her smile was weak. "Wow! Do you ever know how to get a lady's day started off with a bang! What a wonderful way to be woken up." "Oh, did I wake you?" I teased. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to." "Tell ya what, little lady," she said with a giggle. "It might be a good idea to wake me up a little sooner next time. A person can't be held responsible for what they do for the first fifteen or twenty seconds they're awake, you know." "And what are you gonna do in those few seconds?" I joked. "Well, I almost drowned ya that time," she replied with an embarrassed grin. "I know," I teased. "Don't ya just love it?" "Actually, yeah, I did," Lisa's voice was soft, thoughtful. "Nobody's ever done me like that before. I mean... made me come unglued that way. It was like... I woke up and you were in total control of my body. I couldn't do anything but obey your commands and yield to your desires." "As it should be," I agreed. "But you didn't seem to mind it a few minutes ago." "Mind it, hell, I was enjoying every second of it," she giggled. "That was unreal. I've never experienced anything like it." "Well, let's go for it again," I chirped, reaching down between her thighs." Grabbing my adventuresome hand, she let out a squeal. "I don't think so," she gasped. "Not right now anyway. I don't think I have anything left to give. You already got it all." Her laughter was absolutely wonderful to hear. She has the kind of laugh that makes you laugh with her. "No I didn't," I teased. "The bed got most of it." "Which brings up an important point. Don't ya think we should get outta this bed? It's really getting soggy on my side," she said, that embarrassed grin on her face. "Naw, my side is just fine," I replied, snuggling up closer. "I could lay here with you like this all day." "Well, so could I, but we're gonna at least change the sheets first," she stated. "My butt's gettin' cold." "Oh! Roll over and I'll get it warm for ya," I quipped. "Can't have them precious freckles freezing off that gorgeous thing now can we?" "You'd just love that wouldn't ya?" she snapped, giving me a little shove toward the edge of the bed. "Come on, get up and I'll fix us some breakfast." She slid from the bed. "There ya go, gettin' rough again?" I teased. "Again? Whataya mean again?" she asked. "I haven't been rough with you have I?" "No, but you wanted me to get rough with you," I replied. "I was afraid I was gonna hurt you. I have to admit after what you told me last night; it kinda took me by surprise. It was the last thing I expected from you." "Honey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." she apologized. "It didn't upset me," I replied. "Just startled me a bit, that's all. Hell, there for a second I thought I was gonna havta stand up on the bed and kick it outta ya." Lisa made a face, bent over, and scrunched her thighs together. "Ouch! That hurts just to think about!" she barked. "Now come on, get outta bed." "I can't," I replied. "And why not?" she asked. "Cause I might fall down when I try to walk," I replied. "What are you talking about? Why would you fall down?" she asked, a confused look on her pretty face. Yes, even first thing in the morning, with her long, red tresses in serious disarray, she was still beautiful, especially standing there wearing nothing but her stocking and garter. "Because of you," I replied. "What? You don't wanna get outta bed because I'm standing here?" she asked. "Yes," I replied. "You afraid I'll see you naked or something? Been there, don't that," she teased. "Loved it!" "No, that's not the problem," I replied. "With you lookin' so scrumptious, my tongue gets hard, gets over my eye teeth, and I can't see where I'm walking. I might trip over something." "You're so bad!" she yelled just before she dove across the bed and landed right on top of me. "Now get up!" She rolled the covers, the sheets, and me up like a corpse in a rug, and pushed the whole mass of onto the floor with a resounding thud. "After you figure out how to get out of that, come on downstairs. How do ya like your eggs?" "However you cook 'em," I yelled from inside the pile of bedclothes on the floor. "And a coupla aspirins." "You have a headache?" she asked. "No, but I'm sure I'll have something hurtin' once I get outta here!" I yelled, struggling to dig my way out. She had folded the top and bottom of the blankets up over me before she rolled everything up. I suddenly knew what it felt like to be the filling of a burrito. "I'll be in the kitchen," she said. "Hey, Lady, ain't ya gonna help me get outta this mess? I'm stuck," I yelled. No reply. "Hey you, with all the freckles! I could use a little help here ya know!" I really didn't want to get out; I was wrapped in Lisa's wonderful scent. But I finally dug my way out, prepared for almost anything, because I had no clue what Lisa was up to. I rolled out of the blankets and sprang to my feet like Bruce Lee, ready for action. "You don't want none of this girl right here!" I barked, pointing both thumbs back at my chest. "So, you wanna play, do..." Glancing around the room, I suddenly realized I was alone. "Oh, you're gonna pay for this, Lady!" I stormed from the bedroom, ready to bite a freckle off her butt.