0 comments/ 90485 views/ 3 favorites A Chance Encounter By: Hippy Gipsy The sun set softly on the city of New York, and Julie made her way past the crowds of people. She was short, only about 5'4", but that was one of her more endearing features, or so she was told. Julie thought that the only good part about being short was that it accentuated her already large breasts. In fact, in the cold night air, her nipples began to poke past the thin material of her blouse. As Julie passed her reflection in a window she noticed how good she looked. Her usually stubby looking legs were looking longer for some reason, and her sometimes-pudgy midsection was looking especially good. She even noticed several turns of the head from guys that passed her. It was something that didn't often happen, and she welcomed all of this attention. She made her way past some more people, and looked up to notice a face that she hadn't seen in ages. "Josh!" she yelled at the attractive man that was standing about fifteen feet away from her, "Josh, hey, wait up!" His head turned to see Julie, and smile consumed his handsome face. "Julie? Is that you? Oh my god it is! How long has it been?" She came running at him, and he threw down his briefcase to pick her up off her feet, and twirl her around. To the passers by it became apparent that these two had been lovers of some sort at one point. "Oh my, I've missed you, how have you been?" Josh asked. Josh was 27, the same age as Julie. He had dirty blonde hair, and curls, which he hated, but women seemed to love. At 6'1" he dwarfed Julie. She felt her head pushed against his muscular chest, and remembered what he looked like naked. If he had kept up his work out routine, then he would still be as delicious as when they had been dating back in college. At night she loved to rest her head on his broad chest and feel it rise and fall with every breath. "I've been great Josh, and I've missed you so much. It's been, what? 3 years? 3 and a half? That's far too long. Come on let's get some coffee, we've got a lot of catching up to do." They walked hand in hand just as they had in the old days. She sighed as she remembered happier times with Josh, and their nightly feverish lovemaking. Josh was the best lover she had ever had, even though there had only been four. She remembered how he always could make her cum, early and often. Even now as she sat back and listened to his stories of stock-broking, and all the exciting details that are involved with the profession, she was getting extremely wet thinking about his naked body on top of her and thrusting into her. She was beginning to drift off into a near orgasmic state when something that Josh had said jarred her back into reality. "...And that's how I met my partner, Tom." "P-p-partner?" she managed to spit out. It was a shock for her. She knew what he meant. Josh was either gay, or bi now. It was something that she never considered, but she knew that he had fantasized about it. When they had been dating she once found a very well hid collection of pornography. About half of it involved men with men. She had to admit, that a couple times she popped some of the better-looking tapes into the VCR and inflicted some very nice pleasure on herself. That was her deep, dark fantasy, watching two men making love, just for her. "Yes Julie, I'm bisexual, I've known this for a long time, even before we went out. I'm very comfortable with my sexuality, and I hope that you're ok with it too." Julie knew that if she played her cards right she could definitely live out that fantasy of hers. "Of course I'm ok with it Josh. Are you happy?" "Yes," he said, "very happy," She smiled. "Then I'm happy for you Josh. I love you, you know that," she placed a hand on his, and rubbed it with her fingers. They were good friends still, and she truly did want him to be happy. He smiled again, and seemed to be cheering up. "I want you to meet Tom, I'm sure that you'd like him, and that he would like you." She wanted him to offer this. She knew that Josh was a very experimental person, and that they had talked of a threesome often when they used to date. She was still very turned on, and the thought of two men pleasuring her at the same time was almost too much to take. "I'd like that very much, what do you say that you cook something for dinner for the three of us, I'll bring wine. You can make that Chicken Parmesan that I always loved." She smiled at him, and she was still stroking his hand with hers. "Then it's a date!" he exclaimed. She nodded. The waiter came with the bill, which Josh paid. They exited the restaurant, Julie wanted to walk home, but Josh insisted that she share a cab with him. They both got in, and when she put her hand on his thigh in a very casual way, she noticed that his semi-hard cock was pushing back at her. This was a good sign; he was still attracted to her. She just hoped that he could coax Tom into a threesome. When she got home she was too wet to sleep, and she had to bring herself to three tumultuous orgasms before she even felt tired. The mere thought of what might happen tomorrow night brought so much juice that she was sure that it would leave a very large stain on her blanket. She slept like a baby, and awoke the next morning refreshed and revived. At 7:00 she was dressed to kill, and ready to go. She wore black. Her dress was a slightly skimpy dress, but in a classy way, not sluttish by any means. It was low cut, and her ample bosom peaked out from under the material, which was just slightly too tight for her. Her legs looked great again, as she wore hose, which always made her legs look better. Her piercing blue eyes looked so innocent, but at the same time they had a certain mystical sexuality to them. As though she could see someone's most hidden desires, his or her nastiest thoughts. Julie also wore black pumps, which were uncomfortable to walk in, but it did make her look taller. Plus, she didn't think that she would be on her feet much tonight anyway. She hailed a cab, and took it all the way to Josh's apartment downtown. She tipped the driver a five, and then made her way to the front of the building. The doorman noticed her. "Ms. Wright? Go on up, the gentlemen are expecting you upstairs, there's already an elevator waiting for you." She thanked the man, and then proceeded to the waiting elevator car. He knees shook with the anticipation of what might happen. She didn't even know if there was going to be anything sexual going on, but she deeply wanted something to happen. This was the beginning of a very nice evening, she thought to herself. The elevator door opened, and she was shocked to see rose petals lining the way to the apartment. She knew that this was not going to be a normal evening. Julie was about to knock the door when she saw a small post-it note which read in very loopy writing: "Julie, it's unlocked, you'll find some champagne on ice on the coffee table, and a surprise in the bedroom. Love, Tom and Josh." She smiled, and was touched that they had gone to so much trouble to make her feel special. She didn't really have any more doubts as to what was going to happen tonight. Any remaining doubt was removed when she heard a deep groan emanate from the bedroom down the hall. She poured some champagne in the glass, and proceeded to undress. She removed her slinky dress, and took off the uncomfortable shoes. She now stood in her sexiest green underwear. It was lacy, and she always felt attractive in them. She heard another loud moan come from the bedroom, and she was now incredibly turned on. Her hand was tracing her skin, and her long fingernails felt wonderful as she cupped her breasts. She felt a tingle of pleasure go down her spine, and she let out a soft sigh. Then she walked down the hall where the moans were increasing in frequency and in volume. She pushed the door open to see her fantasy come true. Tom was behind Josh in the doggy style position, and he was slapping his ass hard. Josh was crying out in pain and pleasure, and he was pumping his own cock hard with his hand, while bracing himself on the bedpost with the other. Julie eyed in on Josh's asshole, seeing Tom's cock ramming in and out, over and over. Her own hand was now creeping down to the waistband of her underwear. Her longish fingernails were stroking the swelling outer lips of her sweetening pussy. She sighed and looked back up at Josh's asshole again. It was being stretched open in an almost unnatural way by Tom's thrusting. Tom had a very large cock, and it was really giving Josh's asshole a run for its money. Tom grunted as he pushed into Josh's asshole, he pushed and retracted, and pushed back in again. His movements were quick and hard, and they were giving all three of the people involved a great deal of pleasure. Josh's hand was pumping in sync with Tom's thrusts, he was groaning and grunting every time Tom's cock penetrated his ass. Tom was still slapping Josh's ass, and it was a lovely sound that was in time with the sound of Tom's balls slapping against the bottom of Josh's ass. Julie now had her panties all the way down to her ankles and she was standing with her legs spread and her fingers inside her juicy pussy. The smell of sex filled the room, and all three were getting closer to cumming. "Oh god, fuck me harder Tom, fuck my ass!!" Josh groaned, he was so close to cumming, and Julie knew it. Julie casually walked over, and groped his cock with her hand. She pumped just as hard as Josh had been pumping, and soon she could feel his cock swell. "Ohh yeahhh!!" Tom moaned as he emptied the contents of his large cock into Josh. That sent Josh over the edge, and he came hard into the waiting hand of Julie. Her hand pressed tightly on her clit, and she also came. Digging her nails into Josh's back, and drawing blood. All three of them collapsed onto the bed in a hot pile of cum and sweat. "So that's what you guys do?" Julie asked, laughing. All three of them laughed, and they tried to regain their strength, but it was useless, they all had incredible orgasms, and they soon fell into a deep, sexual, sleep. Julie wasn't sure how long she was asleep for, but when she awoke she yearned to have Tom's very large cock inside of her. She had been very turned on by the display of the two men, and she was really turned on by the fact that, yes, her fantasy was coming true. She finally got to see two men have sex, right in front of her very eyes. Julie crawled over to Josh across the satin bedspread on her hands and knees, and watched as he slept. He was still as gorgeous as ever. She eyed him up and down, and when she got to his cock, her mouth watered. She knew that he would be tired, and might need some coaxing. She came up and kissed him softly, but sensuously on the lips. Her tongue probed past his teeth, and she licked over the inside of his mouth. He awoke, and reciprocated the kiss. She sucked on his tongue, which she knew he always liked. While she was still kissing Josh, she felt a hand on her still-wet pussy. It was Tom's, and it felt wonderful. She moaned, and felt as Tom began to take some of her own juices and lather up her asshole with them. Julie looked down at Josh and noticed that his cock was now swelled, and ready to go. She mounted him, and began to ride him, just as she had back in college. Her hands rested on his chest, and felt the hard muscle. She played with his nipples, and got them hard. She rested down on top of him, and her breasts were smashed into his chest. Their hard nipples brushed up against each other, and Josh let out a moan of pleasure as his cock thrust in and out of her waiting pussy. Meanwhile, Tom was still using more lube on Julie's ass. He wanted her nice and loose for his large cock. He put some k-y jelly on his own member, and then probed the head of his cock into her ass. He pushed in even more, and the more his cock went into her, the more she moaned and screamed. Tom was now in to the hilt, and began to pick up a nice rhythm. Julie was close to cumming, and Josh knew it. Her took her breast into his mouth, and gently bit down on her nipple. "Ohhhh.. Ohhhh. Ohhhhh!!" Julie screamed as she hit her climax. Josh and Tom were now fucking her in sync. They matched each thrust, and each counter-thrust. Julie was still cumming, her body shaking, and her head thrashing back and forth. Josh loved feeling his lover's cock through the thin wall of Julie's pussy, and he was very close to cumming again himself. Julie continued to ride him, and soon he could feel his cock fill with warm cum. Tom was getting close too. The moaning and grunting filled the apartment. Tom's cock was gliding in and out of Julie's tight asshole, and Julie was fucking Josh with the same intensity. She tightened her pussy muscles around Josh's member, and her ass muscles around Tom's. It was a heavenly feeling, and she was soon consumed with another orgasm. Josh's hands were on her hips; pushing her into his cock, and Tom's hands were on her ass and pussy making her orgasm that much better. "Oh, I think I'm gonna..." Josh said. He was unable to finish the sentence because he came into Julie. His hard cock was shooting string after string of warm cum into her. Her pussy was sucked it all up like a child at her mother's breast. Tom felt Josh's orgasm through the wall, and began to cum himself. He yelled out, and came deep into her. Filling her bowels with his white cream. Julie's orgasm finally subsided and she collapsed on top of Josh. Tom pulled his still hard cock out of Julie's ass, and fell back on the bed, exhausted. "Oh my god, that was amazing," Julie moaned, "That was the best orgasm I've ever had," She fell into a deep sleep, with Josh and Tom's cum still warm inside her. A Chance Encounter Seeing the long weekend of Memorial Day looming, I decided to book myself into my favorite cozy little chalet, in Vermont. I packed my nightshirts and a parka to ward off the chill of the evening, a bottle of Chardonnay and a good mystery novel. Then on second thought I also threw in a few of my favorite black silk Lingerie and a couple of my toys--you never know. Thursday right after work I was on my way. The closer I got to the chalet the more my energy was revived and my sense of adventure aroused. My A-frame chalet was exactly the kind of romantic retreat I had been in the need for. As I was checking in, I asked the new hotel clerk where Joe was. He explained that Joe had a family emergency and he would be here until Joe came back. Jeff, that was the name on his tag, then began explaining to me that there was a steam room, Jacuzzis, restaurant, all night room service, and a small bar over looking the lake. Such luxury, I was looking forward to a pampered weekend for one. The bellhop, Steve, was escorting me to my room, as we passed the bar, she caught my eye. Arrested in my tracks, I stood still as if planted to that very spot by the strong feelings of attraction I experienced. I wanted to stop right there in the lobby and talk to her, give her my room number, so sure was I of our instant mutual attraction. As she sat there and stared with her mouth open I calmly took in her beauty, the long red hair and astonishing green eyes I knew I wanted her. As we continued on to my room I looked at Steve and asked him "who's the redhead sitting at the bar. "Her name is Colleen," he said. "Is she here alone?" I asked. He smiled at me knowing my taste ran toward women sometimes and nodded yes. Before he left my room I scribbled a quick note and asked him to give it to her for me, he agreed and left. The note asked her to meet me outside the steam baths in 20 minutes I signed it, hope to be enjoying your company soon, anxiously waiting! Trish She met me in the wood-paneled dressing rooms just outside the steam bath. As we were slipping out of our clothes readying ourselves for the steam, I felt her warm green-eyed glance wander down the length of my body, before leisurely finding its way back up to my small firm breasts. She lingered inquisitively upon them as my nipples hardened and I looked up to face her. Colleen swiveled quickly away, wrapped a towel around her and disappeared into the steam. My pulse had already quickened and an overwhelming heat began between my legs. I felt teased by the intensity of her unspoken suggestion; frustrated enough I caught myself pressing my crumpled panties to my cunt and rubbing them coarsely against my slit almost to orgasm. When I realized what I was doing, I tossed the soiled bikinis aside and joined her in the steam. In the foggy bath I saw her seated on the second tier, leaning lazily back against the wall, her legs already spread in a careless sprawl against the wet tiles, the towel hiked up to her waist. I sat next to her and glimpsed red tufts of pubic hair curling around her plump lips. As I sat down and became comfortable, they spread a little wider until her leg casually grazed mine. Her overture was barely noticeable, but soon I sensed her arousal and heard her sigh as she began to breathe more deeply. Taking a chance I placed my lips upon hers and began to kiss her for the first time. I let my fingers glide up along her thigh and began to toy teasingly with her hair. I was careful and deliberate, gently circling her delicate, aroused skin, careful not to enter her yet, although my tongue reached deep into her mouth expressing what my fingers would be doing to her cunt. Then my fingers found and caressed her plump, pouting clitoris. She gasped and pulled her mouth away, starting a search for my breasts with her lips. I lifted her jaw and brought her lips back to mine, kissing her again, deeper. She relaxed and gave way to me. I rubbed her cunt slowly and expertly, coaxing her down along the tiles. Then I slipped two fingers inside her and finger fucked her with sweet tenderness. My nipples were hard and aching for attention, so I gently raised myself up and turned sideways until her lips grazed my taut nipples. She sucked on me urgently as if starving for any part of my body in her mouth then became gentler. Taking her chance to explore me, she traced the fine curve of my hips with her hand, caressing the soft swell of my belly, moving toward the dark richness of my sex where she wanted to be. By this time, my fingers were gliding easily into her, then out of her, then over her, and back in again. Her breathing increased to small pants and I could feel her inner muscles beginning to contract around my fingers. Reaching climax her juices soaking my hand and the towel, we positioned under her. Exhausted she lay there, while the warm, wet air swirled around us. I stroked her face and dithered with my cunt as she caught her breath. She watched me intently as I moistened my cunt with her juices. I gazed back as my body began to tense with the motions made from my hand on my clit. I saw her hands move to stop me; she wanted to pleasure me herself, she moved my hand away and licked my cunt. I relaxed back against the wall and spread my legs wide instantly her head was between them and I could feel her hot breath on my cunt. Darting her tongue out slowly as if she was unsure just how to pleasure me and then with increasing pressure and the long easy strokes of a professional she made me climax convulsively. I coaxed Colleen, though somewhat reluctant, for fear of discovery, into the shower dressing room. "Indulge me" I said, pulling her by the hand into a shower stall "I really need a shower and hate to bathe alone." We closed the Latticed doors behind us and turned on the cool water. As she turned around with the soap, I pinned her to the wall with one thigh pressed firmly against her cunt, straddling her thigh, began to grind my cunt against her leg, while kissing her roughly. She began to moan and move her cunt to my rhythm. We came explosively, then bathed one another and drank several bottles of spring water to re-hydrate us. Colleen and I settled into my room for the evening and watched a couple of old classic movies we had rented from downstairs. We ordered a late supper, cuddled under the down comforter and got to know one another a little better. Saturday morning the mountains looked beautiful and inviting, so we decided to go climbing, as it turned out I was a better climber than Colleen was. I took her to my favorite place on the mountain. It is a grass covered secluded cliff with one beautiful shade tree in the middle, overlooking the chalet and lake. As we sat there admiring the scenery, Colleen told me that she had decided to come the chalet to relieve the stress of the city. However, she never dreamed of such a fortuitous meeting such as ours. The woman was fascinating me more by the moment and I was finding that I liked her very much indeed. She was instinctively intelligent, guarded in a fashion that aroused my affection, but amazingly forthcoming at the same time. She concealed a fiercely potent sexuality beneath the polished surface of her demeanor and, as I was quickly learning, a quirky and devilish sense of the erotic implications in any situation. A sure and natural intimacy was steadily evolving between us. As the day grew warm, we decided to sunbathe for awhile, undressing each other with an erotic touch that left our bodies begging for more. I spread our picnic blanket on the ground in the warm sunlight, as I laid down Colleen placed feather light kisses on my ankles working her way up my inner thighs. The sensations that were coursing through my body at her touch were exquisite; by the time she reached my cunt I was gasping, writhing and wanting release from the tension she was creating. When she finally placed her warm succulent mouth upon my mound, my orgasm was explosive and instantaneous. She held me as my body calmed down, then it was my turn to return the pleasure she had just given me. Sunset finally threatened to leave us in darkness we returned to the chalet, showered, then feeling invigorated and hungry we went to the restaurant. All through dinner I kept sliding my stocking feet up her skirt to her sex under the tablecloth as we continued our conversation keeping a perfectly straight face. We dined on salad, steak and lobster with a baked potato smothered in butter. Twice during dinner I caught her watching, as I would let butter slide down my chin so I could lick it off, the way I wanted to be licking her at that moment. As we finished our cappuccino, I was imagining how I might make love to her when we returned to my room. Before she joined me I unpacked my toys and chilled the Chardonnay I had brought with me. When she entered my room she said, "take everything off." I was mildly surprised but also aroused by her suggestion. Unbuttoning my blouse, I slipped it off and hung it over a chair, my nipples perked from the chill of the room. My breasts are petite and hardly require me to where a bra so I had none to take off. Unzipping my silk slacks, I bent over and stepped out of them glancing behind me to see her eyes darken. Standing up I turned to face her in only my silk panties. She took off her clothes quickly. Turning her back to me she opened a box then turned and faced me saying, "I want to fuck you from behind, my love." In the box lay a strap-on dildo that looked huge; never having it from behind my apprehension showed on my face. She walked to me and caressed my cheek "don't worry love I'll be gentle and you'll enjoy every minute of it" she said. While she was talking, she ran her hands up and down the front of my body making my cunt twitch expectantly. She slid my panties down my legs and told me to sit on the bed. She uncorked the wine and poured us a glass. I was examining the toy when as I took the glass she offered. After we took a couple of sips she took my glass and set it on the night stand, then pulled me down next to her and kissed me hard, her tongue probing my mouth with a determined penetration. My body instantly warmed to her heat as her fingers teased my nipples in roundabout traceries of invitation; she was diligently enticing me. Plainly excited, she pulled me across the bed and pinned me to the mattress with her weight, slowly rubbing her cunt against mine. The dildo lay forgotten beside us. We were both wet and she slid easily between my legs her fingers gripping my ass kneading them to her rhythm. I arched my back to meet her, it was exquisite, with her cunt rubbing mine, as though her skin was mine and mines hers. I fucked her with all my energy and we came in a wave of loud cries. It had all happened all to quickly, we needed more. She lay between my legs as I stroked the back of her neck, and traced figures down her back. She whispered "I'm still craving you, I need more." Suddenly she could not stay still any longer. Rolling over and sitting up beside me on the bed. "TURN OVER, LOVE," she said, reaching for her toy. There is a mirror at the head of the bed. "Watch me in the mirror love, that way you know what to do to me when it's my turn." In the mirror I watched her eyes darken with hunger as she slid pillows under me to raise my ass in the air. She moistened a finger with the come from her cunt and slowly began to smooth the sticky stuff around my virgin hole. Unable to control the response her caress was causing, I released a sigh of arousal. "That's it just relax your muscles and enjoy the feelings sweetheart," she said. As I watched she reached over into her bag and brought out a tube of KY, put some on her hands and rubbed them together to warm it up before applying it to my ass. She rubbed my virgin rear opening tenderly and expertly. I watched as she slid one slender finger into me tensing and moaning from the pain. She held her finger inside me completely still, while rubbing my ass cheeks and back with her, other hand relaxing me until all of a sudden I could feel the familiar tightening in my belly indicating my climax is approaching. Colleen started to slowly remove her finger and my orgasm hit making me writhe on the bed, but she was not finished yet. She worked my ass until she had three fingers sliding in and out of me I was in heaven. As I watched her in the mirror she strapped on the dildo and said, "Now I'm going to fuck you as you've never been fucked before." "Stay relaxed love" she was saying as she reinserted her fingers of one hand in my ass and lubricated the dildo with her other. When she was ready she removed her fingers and spread my cheeks apart positioning the head of the dildo at my opening; gently she pressed the tip against my ass. With very little discomfort, the dildo entered me, filling me in a way I had never experienced before. She stopped just as I felt her hips cradling my ass, to let my body adjust to having something there. As the discomfort subsided, the sensation that began coursing through my body had me squirming beneath her and lifting my ass for a deeper penetration. She let me set the rhythm while she reached underneath me and inserted her finger in my cunt. As soon as she did that my orgasm came explosively with hers not far behind. Slowly she withdrew the dildo and asked how I liked it, as my answer I looked in the mirror with a smile of ecstasy on my face. After cleaning up we lay exhausted in each other's arms and fell asleep. In the morning, I woke to see Colleen lying on her belly and felt the urge to fuck her, as she did me last night. I quietly got up and strapped on the dildo. Taking the KY I crawled between her legs and lubricated the cock while watching her backside rise and fall with her breathing. I bent over and gently kissed her starting at her neck and working my way down. Colleen moaned her pleasure for the sensations I created. Reaching out with one hand I whispered for her to lift her ass and put a pillow under her pelvis. As she raised up the cock slid down her sex making her purr invitingly. Glancing up in the mirror, I saw her watching me as I dropped a glob of KY on her crack and began massaging it in. Gently I inserted one finger just as she had with me. Watching her expression, I could tell she had done this before. I continued in the same fashion she had with me and inserted another finger. By the time three of my fingers were inside her ass I could see the juices from her cunt glistening on the pillow under her. I removed my fingers and slid the cock easily inside her ass wiggling my hips as I went. She set a fast pace and our orgasm would not be contained, with cries, we exploded. Withdrawing the dildo I undid it from around my waist and on shaky legs cleaned it off in the sink. Returning to the bed I crawled beside Colleen and cuddled up on her right side. Lying there, I glanced at the clock noting we only had another three hours before check out time. I slowly began tracing circles down her body and igniting our passions again for one last slow session of love making before we checked out. We exchanged our addresses and telephone numbers promising to keep in touch hugged and kissed goodbye. I can hardly wait until we can coordinate our next vacation. On the drive back home I started fantasizing about the next time I would see her and made myself so hot I pulled off to the side of the road and masturbated myself to a closing orgasm. A Chance Encounter This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Please provide feedback, if you choose. All comments appreciated. * * * * * Dave pulled into his favorite bar's parking lot and found a spot to park near the back door. He locked his car and walked into the Saloon bar. The Saloon was a meeting place for the thirties crowd and normally a lot of friends and acquaintances frequented the bar. Tonight was no exception as several regulars greeted him as he walked into the bar room. It was relatively early and there was no work tomorrow so he planned to stay awhile. The barmaid, Cindy, knew him and held up a Bud Light at him and Dave nodded. She popped the tab and poured some beer into his glass. They exchanged small talk and Cindy went off to tend to her other bar patrons. Cindy was a real dream, good looking all over and everyone wanted to get in her pants, but as far as Dave knew no one had been that lucky. He sat quietly sipping his beer and listening to the jukebox playing some old time country songs. Dave liked all music, but he had a special place in his heart for country music. He didn't much care for the 'New' country, but very much liked the original country music. Time seemed to be passing too fast tonight, Dave thought. Here it was nearly eleven o'clock and he hadn't even been close to finding a woman to talk to, let alone make out. Oh well, he thought, 'sometimes you get the bear and other times the bear gets you'. He noticed two women come into the bar and sit at the two open bar stools next to him. He smiled and nodded as they sat down. After they ordered and had talked for a while, the blonde woman tried to light her cigarette, but her lighter would not fire up. Dave grabbed a matchbook on the bar and lit a match to her cigarette. She smiled as she took a drag and said, "Thank you. I guess chivalry isn't completely dead, after all." They both laughed and that broke the ice. Her girlfriend was asked to dance by some guy, so that left the blonde and Dave sitting together and chatting. "Hi, my name is Joyce," she told him, and Dave introduced himself. This is my first time here at the Saloon," she said, "Do you come here often?" "I manage to get here about once or twice a week," Dave replied. "What brought you and your friend to the Saloon tonight?" "Well, we went to a movie and on the way home, Martha, that's my friend, suggested we stop for a drink." Dave smiled and motioned to Cindy to bring them another round. Joyce didn't object and welcomed a second drink. As she lifted the glass in her left hand, Dave noticed the wedding band. He was a bit apprehensive as he rarely 'hit' on married women, thinking that it could only lead to potential problems. Joyce was watching her girlfriend dancing and Dave decided that he best look for an unmarried woman. "Hey," Joyce pouted at him as she playfully pushed his shoulder lightly, "are you ignoring me already?" "No I don't mean to ignore you, but I see by that wedding band that you are spoken for." Dave said as he looked into her blue eyes. She smiled and returned the look without responding. Dave quickly looked her over and she looked so good he wanted to bite his lip. She had very nice breasts, not big, but not small either. He nipples pushed out into two wonderful bumps on her low cut top. She wore a mini skirt that revealed lovely thighs and legs with a small waist to match. Her blonde hair fell nearly to her waist behind her and had bangs at her forehead. "Well, Dave, how about if I say not to worry about the ring on my finger," Joyce whispered to him. "I guess I'd want to know why I wasn't to worry about it, Joyce," Dave replied, "I'm not looking to cross swords with an irate husband," he continued, "They don't know how to take a joke." Joyce laughed at the remark and sipped her drink. "All he cares about is beer, football and work, Dave," she said with a tremor in her voice. "He just doesn't care about anything else. He hasn't touched me in two months because he's 'too tired'. I haven't been anywhere in over six months, not out to eat or to a movie, let alone to get a drink somewhere," she continued. "Tonight, Martha asked me to go see a movie and I said ok. When I told my husband, he said 'go on and have a good time, cause he was tired." Joyce took another sip of her drink before she spoke, "Martha took me to see some Adult Movies at the 'Art Theatre' and I was too embarrassed to tell her I had never been before. I couldn't believe what I saw on the screen," Joyce carried on, "I had never seen people do oral sex or group sex," she said sounding amazed, "I had heard about stuff like that, but never seen it before." "How did it make you feel?" Dave asked her with ulterior motives in mind. "Well, at first I was horrified, but after a while I got all hot and bothered," Joyce replied. "I got to wondering what some of that stuff felt like," she said blushing, "the girls in the movie seemed to love it." "Your husband and you never did anything like that?" Dave asked slyly. "No, we never. He just jumps on top and when he finishes it's all over for both of us." "He doesn't let you get off too?" Joyce shook her head no, and told him that she had never had an orgasm. In fact she thought girls didn't cum until Martha told her that she has orgasms all the time. Dave was getting both horny and perplexed. He didn't want to get involved with a married woman, but how could he pass up this opportunity. Joyce was looking at him like a little puppy asking to be cuddled. A tear formed in the corner of her eye and she wiped it away. She gazed at her drink then up at Dave. "Please show me, Dave," she whispered softly, "please?" Dave felt like he was on the horns of a dilemma. Finally, after mulling it over in his mind he looked deep into Joyce's eyes and stood up. "Let's go before I change my mind, Joyce." She slipped off the barstool and followed Dave out of the bar. Martha waved goodbye to her as they and made a circle with her thumb and forefinger. Outside, Dave opened the car door for her and let her slide into his car. Getting in the drivers side Dave looked at Joyce and she moved to him to kiss him passionately. Eagerly, he drove out of the parking lot and turned onto the interstate. He decided to drive to a remote motel to preclude anyone from knowing where they going, as he was in no mood to be a fighter tonight. He knew of a nice clean country motel that he had used for other trysts. It was out of the way and each room had a garage for the car. In about fifteen minutes Dave pulled into the motel, registered and drove around back to park in the attached garage. He helped Joyce out of the car and they entered the dark room. Dave drew the drapes shut and turned on a small lamp. Joyce went into the bathroom as Dave stripped naked and got into bed. In a few minutes, Joyce came out of the bathroom fully dressed. "Did I misunderstand you, Joyce?" Dave asked her, wondering why she was still dressed. "No, it's…I've never cheated on my husband before and," she stopped mid sentence looking at Dave with tears welling up in her eyes. "It's ok, Joyce, I understand," Dave replied, "If you have second thoughts about this, that's ok. I'll get dressed and take you home." "No!" Joyce said emphatically, "I have to do it…I can't go another two months without… without…" "Sex," he said, completing the sentence for her. "Yes, sex," she said, "I'm so aroused." Dave held out his arm to her and she clasped his hand to sit down on the edge of the bed. He kissed her neck and nibbled at her earlobe as she breathed heavily, her breasts heaving under her clothes. Slowly Dave's hands began to pull her top up and Joyce didn't object. Under the top she wore a lacy white bra, cut low with wires that pushed her breasts up enticingly. Dave undid the zipper to her skirt and she stood up slightly to let him remove it. Her breathing was hard and she quivered at his touch. She hooked her thumbs into her pantyhose and quickly pulled them off revealing see through white bikini panties. Dave reached around her to unhook her bra as Joyce reached out trembling and wrapped her fingers around his hard cock. Tossing the bra aside he marveled at the beauty of her breasts. They were firm and stood out with just a hint of curve underneath them. Her nipples were hard and jutted out on areolas about the size of a silver dollar. Gently he rubbed her nipples and she gasped at his touch. He bent down to kiss her breast flesh all over avoiding her areolas and nipples. Joyce moaned softly as Dave continued to pleasure her tits. Tenderly, he pushed her down on the bed onto her back and began to remove her panties. Joyce helped him eagerly as her arousal grew with each passing moment. Her blonde bush was neatly trimmed and Dave could see a glint of moisture on her pussy in the dim light. He bent over her chest and started to lick concentric circles on her breasts getting ever closer to her nipples. Joyce was gasping and quivering as he made love to her tits. "Yes, yes," she moaned as his tongue touched her sensitive areola. "Oh God," she sighed, "don't stop, please," she begged. Dave's tongue swirled around her nipple and he pulled it into his mouth to lick and suckle it. Joyce bit her lip, groaned and shuddered through her first ever orgasm. She was breathing very heavily as she felt her juices flowing over her inner thighs and running down to her ass. "Oh my God…Oh my God…Oh my God…I…I just cum," she gasped and stammered as though she could not believe it. "Yes, you did, and very well too, I might add," Dave whispered as he kissed her passionately. She was still trying to catch her breath as she grinned at him happily. "God, that was so incredible. I never felt anything that good before," she confessed. Dave moved to start licking her other breast and moving closer to her nipple. He sucked the nipple into his mouth and Joyce writhed in pleasure, holding his head to her breast. Releasing her nipple Dave began to draw his tongue down her belly, pausing to lick and ream her navel. She sighed, breathing deeply, her breasts heaving as he continued to lick her navel. His fingers trailed to her pussy and he lightly rubbed her outer cuntlips as she twitched with each touch. She moaned as her clit responded to the stimulation and slowly exited its hood looking for attention. "Tease me," she sighed, "yes, tease me…please." Dave placed his fingers on her cuntlips to trap her clit between them, as it became engorged and stood erect. Joyce squirmed in pleasure while he moved her cuntlips up and down on her clit, her juices providing all needed lubrication. He rolled her clit between her cuntlips and she shuddered from the extreme arousal she felt. Still moving her cunt lips up and down, Dave bent down and kissed her clit. Joyce jerked and bucked as his lips touched her upright nub. He drew his head back a bit and blew air directly onto her clit as she writhed and bucked again, moaning with pleasure. She was breathing arduously and trembling as she pleaded with him to play with her clit some more. Dave placed his arms behind her knees and raised her hips up. He placed a pillow under her hips, lowered his mouth to her pussy and kissed it as though it were her mouth. She groaned with delight as she waited, trembling, for his next advance. He drew his tongue along her outer cuntlips, up one side and down the other without touching her clit. "Suck it…lick it…please!" she moaned lustfully. Dave flicked his tongue across the edges of her closed cuntlips as she quivered and seeped her juices from between them. He licked the juices from the edges and swallowed, telling her she tasted delicious. Joyce was nearly mad with desire as she begged him to pleasure her with his tongue or she would die. Dave parted her cuntlips with his tongue and licked the insides of her cuntlips, nibbling each one a little and sucking on them. Joyce whimpered and moaned when he suddenly plunged his tongue deep as he could into her pussy. She screamed with delight as his tongue slathered the insides of her pussy. Instinctively, Joyce grasped his head to pull it into her cunt, crying out for him to lick and suck her. Dave did not disappoint her as he swirled his tongue around her engorged clit and back into her sopping wet cunt. She was moaning in a constant monotone as his lips closed about her clit to begin sucking her clit in and out of his mouth. Writhing and gyrating Joyce exploded in another powerful orgasm, drenching Dave's face and mouth with her copious juices. She seemed to cum with each spasm of her body. Dave would not let up suckling her clit as she tried to push his head away when the feeling in her pussy grew too intense to bear. "Oh God, please stop…please give me a chance to breath," she gasped and her body shuddered through yet again another cum. Slowly her orgasm abated and she lay quiet except for her labored breathing and gasping. Finally, her orgasm subsided and she embraced Dave to kiss him and tell him over and over how marvelous her cum had been. Dave corrected her good naturedly, telling her that he had counted three hard cums with several jolts of mini after-cums too. Joyce smiled at him and pulled his head to her breast. It seemed to Joyce that all the years of frustration, thinking that she could not achieve orgasm, were wasted. She felt wonderful and fulfilled for the first time in her life. Dave gently rolled her over onto her belly and began to lick and kiss her ears and neck. She moaned and purred as it felt so good to be loved totally and all over. Dave kissed her back, drawing his tongue lightly down her spine and Joyce shivered with arousal and excitement. He licked the small of her back then trailed his tongue over her lovely asscheek to her thigh. Kissing and licking at the back of her thighs he drew his tongue up over the other asscheek and then rubbed his face all about her magnificent ass. Purring and whimpering, Joyce reveled in pleasure as Dave kissed, licked and gently nibbled her asscheeks. As he kissed and licked one asscheek, he would gently knead the other. She moaned and sighed with pleasure and renewed arousal. She knew that she was being drawn toward more sexual adventures, but she didn't care. Her body and soul wanted to allow this wonderful man to use her to his hearts content. Joyce felt Dave tenderly spread her asscheeks apart revealing her rosy puckered and tight little asshole. She purred and sighed again as Dave drew his tongue down the cleft of her asscrack. She groaned with delight as he circled his tongue around her asshole without touching it. He continued to tease her in this manner until she was gasping and panting with a primeval need for release. She wiggled her ass to try to capture his tongue, but Dave eluded her. Nearly crazed with desire she totally relaxed her body to try to breathe more easily. At that precise moment when she dropped her guard, Dave kissed her asshole. Groaning, she shuddered as he French kissed her asshole then lightly licked and reamed her asshole with his tongue. Joyce moaned and writhed at the unbelievable pleasure she was feeling. Her moaning grew louder until she erupted into a massive orgasm from Dave's licking her rosy asshole. She pushed back against his tongue until her orgasm faded away leaving her gasping and crying, "Oh my God!" over and over. She rolled over to embrace and kiss him deeply probing for his tongue. "Oh Dave, that was incredible. I didn't think that I would ever like anything like that," she confessed between kisses, "but I loved it." She lay back on the bed and Dave rose up on his knees. He looked at her face, radiant from pleasure. Her exotic smile and the beauty of her naked body was so erotic that Dave's cock throbbed with desire. He parted her legs and nestled his body between them. Joyce smiled at him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He grasped his cock with his hand and parted Joyce's cuntlips with his cockhead. Slowly he glided his huge cock into her pussy to embed it deep inside. Joyce gasped and murmured as Dave's manhood penetrated her tight quivering cunt. She clenched his cock with her cunt muscles to draw his foreskin over his cockhead as he withdrew in his backstroke. Clasping his cock, she held the foreskin enough to allow it to pull back exposing his sensitive cockhead to intense pleasure as it was engulfed by the pink folds of her inner cunt. Joyce held Dave close to her while her legs encircled his waist, locking her feet. She drove her hips into him, in rhythm with his thrusts into her wet and throbbing pussy. She gasped, "Fuck meeee…fuck meeee, Oh God, fuck me hard, Dave!" Her lovely body glistened with sweat as they fucked recklessly. She shouted and gasped as she was again slowly driven towards orgasm. Dave was on the edge, nearly unable to withstand the intensity of her pussy as it clenched and clasped his cock in sweet 'torment' while they fucked. His balls slapped audibly against her asscheeks as his human piston drove them both relentlessly toward orgasm. Joyce screamed out first, jammed her hips and cunt up into Dave, holding it there as she shuddered into a mind numbing orgasm. Dave climaxed a few seconds after Joyce, driving his cock as deep into her as he could. His throbbing cock spewed volumes of thick white cum into Joyce's pussy. His balls convulsed each time they pumped out his seed. He blasted volley after volley of thick frothy cum into her cunt as it held his cock in her flesh sheath. Their bodies shuddered and bucked against one another as they orgasmed. Joyce released his waist and let her legs fall to the bed as she sought his lips to kiss him. Dave drove his tongue into her mouth to entwine his tongue with hers. His balls were drenched from her cunt nectar as it cascaded over them and down to wet her asshole. Neither one could breathe well as their orgasms left them spent and exhausted. Joyce lay still, gasping and panting, trying to recover her senses. Dave used every bit of energy he could muster, just to roll off his lover and lie next to her gasping for air Neither spoke for several minutes, Joyce softly whispered, "Oh thank you…that was awesome. I didn't know I could cum like that, Dave. Oh God… thank you Dave." He turned his head and they looked into each other's eyes. They smiled at one another and kissed tenderly. Joyce rose to her knees and bent over Dave's chest to lick his nipples. He closed his eyes enjoying the marvelous sensation of her tongue swirling around and over his sensitive nipples. Looking up at Dave as she suckled, she drew her tongue along his sweaty lower chest and belly to pause and lick his sweat. She dipped her tongue into his sweat filled navel and drained it. Moving lower she nuzzled his trimmed pubic hair, burying her nose into his balls. Joyce was pleasantly surprised that Dave's balls were smooth and free of hair. She had never been this close to any mans cock and balls, but she was determined to return the pleasure Dave had given her so freely. Recalling how the girls performed in the movie she saw earlier that evening, Joyce began to lick his balls. She could taste her cunt nectar on his balls and found it tasty and pleasant. Her mouth enveloped one testicle and she sucked it inside to slather it with her tongue for several moments. She saw his flaccid cock twitch and seem to come alive again as she released his testicle to suck in the other one. Dave was moaning as he watched Joyce loving his balls. She tried to pull both balls into her mouth, but failed on her first few tries. Finally, she succeeded and Dave groaned in pleasure as Joyce swirled her tongue all over his balls. Joyce released his balls and began to lick at his cockshaft. Thick white cum coated his cock, and she drew he tongue through the creamy cum. She thought she might gag at the thought of tasting his seed, but to her surprise it was salty and pleasant. She licked up more and let it roll over her taste buds, relishing the flavor. Drawing her tongue up to the rim of his cockhead she sucked in a large dollop of cum, looked up at her lover and grinned as she swallowed it. Joyce traced her tongue along the underside of his rim gathering his nectar and then engulfed his semi-hard cockhead with her mouth. Dave moaned and trembled as her tongue swathed his sensitive cockhead. She licked it clean of residual cum, wrapping her lips around his stiffening cock to lick and suck it all over. A Chance Encounter Her nose was resting in his bush with her lips pressing at the base of his cock. Joyce felt his cock growing bigger and harder inside her mouth. She relished the feeling of his cock as it stiffened into a raging hard-on, pushing her lips back up his cockshaft. Dave reached down to lay his hand gently on her head as he watched this magnificent and beautiful creature suck his cock. Her eyes were locked onto his as he writhed in passion and throbbed with desire. He could feel an orgasm beginning to rise in his loins, but he resisted, enjoying the wonderful pleasures Joyce bestowed on his cock. Joyce continued to lick his cock as she moved her head up and down along the shaft, unable to take its entire length into her mouth. She began to fondle and tickle his balls as she sucked his cock. Dave twitched and shivered as the increased stimulation drove him closer to the edge. Joyce felt his balls draw up tight and she knew that he would soon reward her. Dave moved his head slowly from side to side as he moaned with pleasure. Suddenly, he stiffened, drove his hips upward and exploded his pent up cum, splattering the insides of Joyce's mouth. She gripped her lips tight around his cockshaft as he spurted huge wads of cum with each spasm of his huge cock. Her mouth filled with his thick warm cum and she closed her eyes and swallowed it all. Her relief was short lived as his balls pumped out more cum to refill her mouth. Joyce looked up at Dave, rolled his cum inside her mouth, savored the salty taste and swallowed again. Finally, his cock became softer and she let it slide out of her mouth. Spotting a large drop of semen at his cockhole, Joyce licked it up, crawled to Dave and kissed him, depositing his cum in his mouth. Dave swallowed and returned her kiss tenderly. Recovering his senses Dave held her close and whispered, "My God, Joyce, that was incredible! That was as good as it gets," he said in her ear. "I just did what the girls in the movie did. You may not believe me, but I've never done that before tonight…ever," she replied. "Please don't get angry, but you are a natural, Joyce…in all ways," he said to her, "You're beautiful, have a beautiful body, are sexually arousing and you cum beautifully." Joyce smiled and kissed him thankfully. "Wow," Dave repeated, "you are just incredible! How your husband can leave you untouched for a second, let alone two months, is beyond my understanding." Dave confessed. That comment brought Joyce back to reality and a tear formed in her eyes to roll down her lovely cheek. Dave immediately realized that he had had erred badly. "Joyce, I'm sorry, I meant that as a compliment, not to sadden you," he tried to soothe her with his words. "I know, Dave, but I do have to go home to him. After all, I'm still married to him and now I've cheated on him too." "Look, Joyce, you're human too! Look what he has put you through for so long. You are a very wonderful and sexually responsive person, but he doesn't seem to notice or care. What are you supposed to do," he asked, "get so damn frustrated that you end up doing something really dumb?" he said answering his own question. "Up to now I've been unaware of how wonderful sex could be, Dave. Finally I'm awake!" she declared. "Please take me back to my car, Dave," she said as she began to dress, leaving her panties and bra off to put them in her handbag. "I'm so happy that you chose to meet me tonight and that you awakened me from my nightmare," she said smiling at Dave. They cleaned up, dressed and left the motel. "Here is my telephone number, Dave, call me if you like. Don't feel that you have to, because I'm not making any demands. I was absolutely thrilled and satisfied beyond my dreams with this night, Dave." Dave took the slip of paper with her number and gave her his business card. "I was happy and thrilled to meet you too, Joyce and I hope I don't cause you any trouble in your marriage," he told her. "No, Dave, you are blameless in any problems I have in my marriage," she responded. "Things have to change radically at home or I'm out of there." She rode silently while Dave searched for some words of comfort for her. "Dave, I meant it when I said that I have no demands on you, because I don't. All my demands will be on my husband to pay attention to me, and my needs. I don't want to continue in a marriage that is so one sided. And further, I sure don't want to have kids then decide to leave him. That would be unthinkable," she said. Dave pulled into the parking lot and stopped next to her car. Joyce kissed him and got out. She smiled at Dave and told him to call her if he wanted to. She also told him she would probably call him and if he didn't want to renew their friendship, she would understand. Joyce didn't wait for a response as she got into her car and drove away. Dave knew very well that he would indeed call her again and soon. The End Comments and feedback to the email address in my profile. A Chance Encounter At The Airport Chapter 1 Well, I don't exactly know how to start describing what happened a couple of years back since it really was a coming together of something that went back a long long way in time...to the 80's actually. A friend of mine, Mark, was taking tennis lessons at a local club. He wasted no time in advising me to attend. Being adventurous myself there was absolutely no hesitation on my part to join up...and I think that tennis club was the place were I fell madly in love for the first time. Our island is blessed (cursed?) with long hours of sunshine all during summer and even through our mild winters. So there I was at 7am (to beat the heat) with Mark to enroll in this club. There was always somebody there he explained. That somebody was in the form of Mariella, who at 16, was about a couple of years younger than I was at that time. (I am now 38). I have always read or heard about people who claim to have fallen in love instantly they see a person. I was ever so skeptical about this. But as soon as I saw this girl for the first time I was struck dumb by her raven beauty. Large round eyes were framed by jet-black hair. She wasn't thin, actually she was a bit filled up, but that is exactly how I like my girls...not fat obviously, but with a bit of meat on them. I simply could not believe my sensations. I thought that somebody was pounding my ribs with a sledgehammer until I realised it was the beating of my heart. My breath caught in ragged gasps. Her sweet childish voice was like that of a songbird. I fought to bring my emotions under control , and it was only with some effort that I managed to control myself and stop from blurting out 'I love you'. Because back then I knew it had to be the real thing.....well to cut a long story short, she managed to prise my name out and fill in the requisite forms, age, sex (yes please), medical stuff and all that. Pretty soon I was in the court for my first lesson. She also was attending there. What I had not known was that her father was the head fireman in the rescue department next door. So naturally, not wanting to be left alone at home, she used to go with him in the early morning shift and immerse herself in the club. She was a sort of secretary there. She was also a bit of a nifty player. So what can I say that I haven't explained to loads of other people? It was painfully obvious that I was besotted on her...hell I would have accepted to being her guard dog. Because just being around Mariella was what I wanted...but would she have me? No way! I tried in every way, starting from forming a mixed doubles team, to attending early mornings just to be with her alone, whispering in her ear, sending her flowers, the works....and I was swatted away with just a wave of her hand as if I was a fly. To be totally frank, I simply could not stand being around her and not being with her alone. Well after what seemed to me to be some months , but was actually a couple of years, I finally gave up. I could not understand why she had not agreed to go out with me. I mean, in all fairness I am fairly handsome and well-built, and could have had my pick from the number of girls that used to hang out. Hell one of them, Doreen , a beautiful blonde girl with firm pear-shaped boobs stated flatly that she would love to blow me. She used to tease me by doing cartwheels wearing just her top and a short tennis skirt, with the smallest panties she could fit into. But I only had eyes for Mariella. And if I could not have her, then I would have no-one from the club.Don't get me wrong, we were very good friends, and used to go out with other friends in a group, but not alone. So I stopped going to the tennis club. Chapter 2 Re-emerging into the real life soon after, I met my long-lasting loving companion Jessica. She was shy and quiet in a very unassuming way, but I was struck with the simplicity and power of this young woman. It would have been injustice to call her a girl. She was so mature for her age.We actually used to meet in the company of other friends, but somehow always finished together, either when we used to go swimming, for a hike, or just plain hanging out. I don't think that my relationship with Jessica blazed into life like it did with Mariella, but more like a tiny spark that grew into a huge inferno, until we could no longer bear to be separated from each other. I had known Jessica for twenty years, been married to her for the last fourteen and had two lovely children. Jessica and the kids disappeared from my life when a drunken driver skipped a red light and rammed her little sports car from behind. The following week was the worst week I had endured in my life. At the enquiry I made sure that the guy got as much time in the slammer as I could possibly wring out of the judges. After Mariella had not seen me for some time, she had asked Mark what had become of me. He had replied that I had given up waiting and was going out steadily with another girl......And hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.....or at least that is how the saying goes. She burst into tears there and then and confessed to him that she was actually teasing me, playing hard to get. Mark was absolutely stunned. He knew, and told her, that I had fallen madly in love with her the very first time that I had saw her. My good buddy said that very same day he was in a competition and the pairings had brought him and Doreen against Mariella and Ivan. That match was a disaster for Mariella, and the humiliation of the defeat was as nothing compared to her feelings.... She knew that I used to go to college, and once or twice she waited for me while I was passing through her street. It used to be hard for me to send her away, but I could not afford to be taken as a plaything. I had matured quite a bit, was happy at the way life was revolving with Jessica, and had no wish to spoil my sweetheart's way of life. So I had decided then to ignore Mariella. Of course my love for her was still bubbling just beneath the surface. But I only thought it right that things should remain as they are. Those were the last couple of days I saw Mariella, until four weeks ago, on a Thursday.... twenty years after I had last seen her beautiful face..... Chapter 3 Back to the recent past now....it was Thursday morning, about five o' clock I think it was. I had been waiting eagerly to contact a friend who had a pda he no longer used. He had promised to sell it to me for a decent price. So I got out of bed, washed, and made my way down to my car to get some money from the cash-point right on the edge of the town where I live. Unluckily it was being serviced automatically, so I resigned myself to going to the airport, which was the closest location. I never made it to the machine. Because there, standing under a tour agency banner, was Mariella, still with her beautiful eyes, long hair and fabulous body.....and once again I found out that I could no longer breathe. There I was, a supposedly mature thirty-eight year old man, standing in the middle of the concourse, with a sick grin on my face, staring at a woman. I saw Mariella clear out some items a tourist was enquiring about, and lift her glorious face to me... and her lips spread out into one of the widest smiles I had ever seen on a woman... together with some tears that were already starting to form at the corner of her eyes. She rushed from behind the stall and threw her arms around me, as if we had known each other for years and not been seperated all this time. We embraced for a long timeless moment, and then stepped apart to examine each other...the years had been extremely kind to her. She still retained the full bodied curves of a beautiful woman, while attaining a certain kind of maturity that only comes with age. Her body warmth seeped through her thin skirt and my light shorts.Surprisingly I felt something stir quickly within me. '"Hello Chris, haven't seen you for some time!", she greeted me warmly. "I'll be clocking off in about ten minutes if you have some time to spare for a chat." What could I do but accept? I looked at my watch, realising that I had about three hours of empty time coming up. I wouldn't meet my buddy until nine, and even then , he would wait a bit more if I sent him a message. I proceeded to the cash-point where I withdrew some money, and made my way to the coffee bar right across the tour operators where Mariella was finalising the transfer of tourists. The time was just enough for me to reflect on this chance meeting. I felt that the time was ripe to advance a little on the friendship we had enjoyed a long time back. That and the fact that I was so alone these days...and the loneliness and aching at night was something I could rarely bear. Six o'clock duly arrived and true to her word, she came to pick me up at the bar. I offered her a coffee, which she politely declined. How could anyone refuse a coffee at six in the morning? The answer was simple. "How about I offer you coffee ... in our company's private rooms?", she asked. "I guess I can't say no can I?" , was my reply. "No, not really...you see I made the biggest mistake in my life when I let you go such a long time ago. And even though I married, you were still the one I had prayed to find. You gave me such a good lesson though that I couldn't break your wife's heart. It was my fault entirely...and I had to shoulder the pain through all these years. So no...I'm not ready to let you escape again." I sat there in complete silence, not knowing how to answer her. "So, are you accepting that coffee?" Chapter 4 I smiled then and picked up my wallet and car keys. Following her up to the concourse of the airport, she chatted gaily about her marriage, on the rocks and in the final act of divorce since she had caught her husband fooling around with girls at work. No kids , she assured me. She couldn't have any following a botched-up operation. At this she looked me straight in the eye and instinctively I knew what was coming then. She stopped at a door bearing a taped logo of her employers. Looking at her hands as she started unlocking the door, I could note she was as cool as can be. Mariella stepped inside and beckoned me in. I looked around the room. It was a clean but sparsely furnished motel-type room, with a large sofa-bed , a kitchenette and what looked like a bathroom. A long desk running down the whole side of a wall completed the 'office'.She put the key back in the lock and gave it a couple of twists and left it in the keyhole. "There....now no-one can disturb our...discussion." she told me with a smile, as she reached for me once again. As we were embracing, she held up her head to me, and as I looked down, our lips touched briefly. What had begun as a casual kiss turned into a smouldering flame of passion. I had no problem with this, but niggling thoughts abut her marriage bothered me just a little bit. We staggered to the bed still locked together. My breath was coming in short ragged spurts while I could tell that she was getting more excited by the minute. We fell on the bed in an untidy heap. Without really knowing how, my hands were at the front of her pin-striped blouse, unfastening the buttons. It was open within seconds and to my delight found out that she was not wearing a bra beneath it. Mariella aided me by just releasing her arms for a moment and the blouse went flying. My palms went instantly to her breasts, kneading and squeezing gently. I lowered my face to her chest and nuzzled those big beautiful nipples with my nose, lingering over them for just a few fleeting moments. She gasped loudly as my tongue made contact with her most sensitive parts. Immediately her hands flew down to my shorts, as she fumbled with the buttons. Soon it was off and around my ankles. She chuckled in delight when she saw I had no underwear on. Her hands grasped my engorged penis right at the base. Mariella exclaimed when she noticed I did not have any pubic hair... "So nice and smooth...", she purred,"just like my pussy when it is freshly-shaved. Want to take a look?" I didn't want a look, I wanted to fuck her badly at that moment, never mind the consequences if somebody passed outside the door.I reached out and grabbed her panties and pulled them down savagely. In a moment I had pushed her back on to the bed with the skirt high above her thighs. She lay their quivering as I went over to her and inserted my dick in her smoothly shaved cunt in one quick movement. She gasped as my abundant cock slid up to her pussy's limit.We ground together in a savage dance of lust. This was no loving encounter, it was a lust-filled fuck , releasing all our pent-up emotions, locked in our hearts for twenty years. Within a couple of minutes Mariella had already orgasmed twice, the first one nearly as soon as I entered her, and the other shortly afterwards. I can control myself quite easily, but I let go of my cum this time..there would be enough left for a slow lazy love session later on. I gorged myself on her nipples while I unloaded my cock's reservior into her clasping cunt. I must have spurted three or four long ones, and by the look of it she was on the verge of another hit. My lips found her pebble-hard nipples and I let them circle around without actually touching the hard buds. "Don't.....stop....stop..no...don't stop", she moaned and writhed as another orgasm wracked her body. Her hands were tugging frantically at her clit as she trembled. I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. I could feel another orgasm taking hold of my senses, and I collapsed on top of her as my cum filled her up again, spurting out of my dick and oozing out of her sodden fanny. Her orgasm sort of triggered us off to what we were doing and we collapsed side by side on the bed, to drift away to sleep. Chapter 5 I awoke an hour later, all cool and contented. I could hardly believe what had happened all of a sudden. It seemed that things could only get better, I thought. I was single, and she was technically also going to be single shortly. I staggered out of bed, and after checking the bathroom for towels, decided to have a shower. The sound of running water must have woken Mariella because the next thing I know she was nuzzling against me, all soft and warm. What followed was something straight out of a porn movie. We spent an inordinately long time soaping each other and fondling various parts of our anatomy. I had to hold tight to the sides of the shower stall when she got down on her knees and started playing with my fully-rigid dick. Rinsing it thoroughly she licked the underside of my shaft before swallowing my love meat. Grabbing me by my ass, she looked a sight as she pulled me deeper into her mouth. I could never imagine that women could be so adventurous. Surely it was down her throat. During my shocked silence I could hear her humming, and this drove me right over the edge. I tried to warn her that I was going to come, but only managed a feeble croak. Looking down at her, I could see that she was looking straight up at me with her big eyes, as if urging me on. I forgot when I had come that much last. It is true that I had been lacking serious companionship for some time, but this was the real deal. I had to lean against the shower walls just to keep from fainting... She retracted her mouth, and after a quick slurp, got up on her feet, for a long prolonged kiss... My hand was at her pussy, and it was only then that I noticed what an inordinately long clitty she had. It was the size of a pencil eraser, the ones we used to have at school. She gasped as I found this jewel and twirled my forefinger gently around it. I turned off the water, slid open the shower doors and picked her up. I made my way to the bedroom and set her down gently on the bed, her ass right on the edge of the mattress... I pushed her back slowly and when she was lying flat on the bed, hooked her legs on my shoulders to give me access to her dripping pussy. The hard snub of her clit was practically poking out proudly. Not one to dally, I lowered my face to her nubbin and as my tongue made contact with her clit, she let out a gasp. I could feel her hands pulling at my hair, causing me some discomfort, but this was lost in the sweetness of her pussy. She was dripping profusely now, her wetness mixing with my saliva as I licked and slurped my way to happiness. A happiness not lost on Mariella who was squirming as if she was being burnt alive. Another orgasm shook her wracked body as i continued sucking on her clitty. Finally my dick was at full attention again and I rose to push it in her again. To my surprise she extended her hand and positioned my dick against her ass.... I was a bit surprised and asked her whether it was what she wanted. I had never experienced anal sex before so I was unsure what to expect. Her opening was pretty tight, but once the head of my dick passed her sphincter ring the going got easier. It took some time to get used to the tightness, but pretty soon my dick was being lubricated by her pussy's dripping. What followed was the most mind-blowing orgasm I had ever experienced. The feeling of your dick being trapped in a warm moist vise is the best I can describe it. My orgasm triggered her to another and I lay atop her quietly while she had a refined orgasm beneath my quivering form. After a few moments of panic, in which I thought we would be stuck for some time, my dick softened enough to fall out of her with a loud popping noise. This time we made it back to the shower for a gentle wash. My dick was sore with the pounding it had received, and I think that she was pretty sensitive too. After washing we managed to untangle our clothes and put them on.... 'Well...', I told her, 'what about that coffee you were offering?' She chuckled then , a deep throaty chuckle that I found immensely endearing. 'We just have to make use of the cafe don't we?', she replied. Chapter 6 I had a better idea. I asked her whether she wanted to come home with me for a coffee and maybe spend a day together reliving the past. 'Do you want me for today or for the rest of our lives?', she quietly said... I was at a loss. I was alone , a big house all to myself, and to share it with this lovely woman was the stuff of dreams. Her marriage was the only thing standing in my way and I said so. 'Chris, my divorce papers will be coming through in a week. I don't think that anything can stop that. Neither will you be the cause of my divorce. He started goofing around, and I suffered. Not because of his going with other women...I honestly don't mind. But when you start to suffer from his antics. That I cannot take. And anyway, the divorce has really taken up all my financial resources. I am to all extents, penniles and homeless.' She sobbed pitifully during last few words. That was that. We picked up our belongings and left for home. The trip was short and uneventful. Mariella looked impressed as she saw my house.Going up the stairs, I told her where the guest bedroom was. She looked at me as if I was out of my mind. 'Why waste time doing up two beds in the morning when there is a perfctly suitable big one in your bedroom?' I could hardly argue with those sentiments could I? The days and weeks rolled by, and after the frenzied love-making of the first few days, love blossomed strongly again. I could afford to retire from work early, and offered the same thing to her. She replied that she wanted her independence still if it was alright with me. Nothing could suit me better as I still liked a certain freedom. However our time together cemented our love to each other. Last summer we took a cruise to the Bahamas, and during dinner I asked permission from the captain to make an announcement. I called Mariella to the band stage, fell to my knees in front of her, and asked her to marry me. A Chance Encounter At The Airport Her face took on a deep pink hue, before she burst into tears. 'Well,' I asked worriedly...'is that a yes or a no?' 'Of course, yes', she answered shakily. I offered her a beautiful but simple gold ring, at which point the ship's captain, acting as a chaplain, offered to wed us, and after a brief but touching ceremony, declared us husband and wife. I will never forget the chance that the cash-point at our town was faulty, since it has been the start of so much happiness in our lives again. Chapter 7 When Mariella finally got round to removing all her things from storage to settle in properly, she brought in a smallish pink box to our bedroom. I looked at it in wonder, a thousand thoughts going through my mind....what if it held mementos of her former husband? She left it on top of her dressing table, but I didn't want to intrude on her privacy, and left it there.My surprise grew as she opened it, early one morning just before I was due to go to work, to reveal that it was full of sex toys. I just stood there with my mouth open. 'Well...say something.', she urged. 'Um...I don't know what the hell to say. I hope that box doesn't mean you're not getting enough from me, or that I'm not making you satisfied.', I answered nervously. 'No, you big ninny...I used these in my first marriage...when my poor-dick husband was screwing other girls. He never had any thought for poor old me once he started straying. So I had to ...uh....compromise. Of course I can still use these when you are at work can't I?' I had absolutely no problem with that. ' No problem with me....actually you can also use them during our nights...I don't have any hangups or anything....except that I wouldn't like to tangle with that black big...thing', I pointed out. The big black thing in question was a large fat black strap-on dildo, complete with balls, and a strange upwardly hooked large penis on the other side. It looked much like a sword. I wondered why she had that particular toy. It seemed pretty obvious to me that it was intended for a woman to please another woman...unless her former husband liked that monster up his ass. Like I said I am willing to try anything...within reason. 'Have no fear my darling', she replied gaily,'I have just the thing for you! It is just made for men, and I am sure you will like it.' She held up a small torch-like vibrator, slim and rounded off on both sides. I did not think I would have problems with it, I thought, as I grinned at her. 'I never ever thought you would turn out this kinky!' I exclaimed as I sifted through the stuff she had in the box. There was an assortment of dildos and beads and also leather thongs. I counted my blessings, thinking how lucky things turned out to be. 'You have no idea', she whispered darkly. 'You know Chris, I never minded him screwing other girls...really I didn't....I thought it was quite exciting. At moments I hoped that he would bring one home with him. That would be thrilling, watching my husband fuck another girl. But the idiot neglected me completely, and there was only so much I could take!' 'You mean it wouldn't bother you if I screwed somebody else? You wouldn't get mad?' I asked her in disbelief. 'No....it would be absolutely normal for me to accept...as long as I get my share. I know that what goes on is just plain sex...' I sighed as I put on my jacket to leave for work. This was a strange philosophy, but not one I disagreed upon. True to form, when I arrived home from work, I found Mariella waiting for me on the landing. She tore my clothes off me and dragged me into the bedroom. 'What a welcome!', I exclaimed...'I should have more of these I think.' Her deep throated chuckle just made me harder as she flipped onto her stomach and presented herself to me by bringing up her knees. That was a sign that she wanted me in her ass. I grabbed the lube and before spreading it generously on asshole, I gave her a quick nibble on her large clit, which I thought, looked to be larger than when I first met her. I spread some of the lube on my dick head, before positioning it to the entrance of her ass. My initial worries were a thing of the past now and I really enjoyed laying it to her nice and thick. The first bit was always a bit painful for her, but the lube made it all so easy. Her puckered ring abruptly gave way as I slid a full three inches into her. She wailed pitifully as my thick rod split her wide open. 'Slowly Chris...until I open up a bit.', she moaned, in pain and passion. In a few minutes all pain was forgotten as she pushed right up against me, and my full seven inch tool was buried inside her. I had worried that this was damaging, but a quick call to a doctor friend of mine the very first week we met assured me that the rectum could take far more than most men had to give. On an impulse I grabbed a medium sized pink dildo from under the pillow and slipped it in her while I was grinding from above. This was a new unexpected bonus for her and she shivered and came as I alternated between sliding in my dick and sliding in the dildo. I tried to match the rhythm to get a sort of see-saw effect. This I think I managed to do as she was babbling incoherently while coming repeatedly. She slid onto her stomach after the fourth orgasm, totally spent.I had held out from coming, in the hope of a blow job. I was not disappointed, but a little alarmed when she spread lube from the tube onto her fingers. 'It's your turn now,'she purred contentedly..'this won't hurt a bit. Trust me' So i trusted her. She had me lay on my back and pull my knees towards my chest while she spread my ass cheeks and daubed my virgin asshole with the jelly. I began to panic as she rummaged around in her pink box, thinking that she was getting the black slayer, but I was relieved to see that she had the 'man' vibrator. She had me hang my ass over the mattress as she started to suck on my engorged dick. I closed my eyes in ecstasy. A blow job from Mariella was worth a thousand flayings, I thought, a stupid grin starting to develop itself on my face. A grin which turned to apprehension as I felt the soft but firm contact of the vibrator against my ass. 'Relax..',she assured me.'don't tighten up' I did as she told me, and sure enough the artificial penis swept up my anus quickly and painlessly. It felt strange to have a hard object up there, but it was only uncomfortable, not painful at all. Of course it was small, otherwise I would have objected....Mariella returned once more to sucking my dick. Suddenly my world turned upside down as she cunningly switched the unit on. The head of the vibrator was massaging my prostate while she continued deep-throating me. I never imagined I could come that much. The feelings were absolutely intense. I came in mighty spurts, the come slipping out of her mouth, such was the amount. I lay back on the bed with my eyes shut tight as the orgasmic bliss spread over my entire body. I swear I could have felt the come creeping up from my toes! 'So...how'd you like it? Or not? Although I can just about tell that you enjoyed it.' 'Enjoyed doesn't exactly convey enough power to what I feel like describing. It was absolutely marvelous. I hope we can get to do this more often.' 'Yep...no problem.' she answered as she headed to the ensuite bathroom for a shower. Chapter 8 We finally got down to the serious subject of having dinner. I was ravenous to start with when I arrived home, and the goofing around in the bed certainly sharpened my appetite. However I noticed thaat Mariella was a bit on edge. I could tell that she was bursting to tell me something. 'Go on...' I coaxed her...'whatever it is you have to tell me, don't be afraid..I can take it. As long as you are not leaving me that is' She smiled anxiously, then as if a torrent had broken loose, she told me about her sister Jenny. It seemed that Jenny's marriage had also broken apart, and she was now living in a motel room. It also seemed that her money was running out, and she would no longer have anywhere to live. Could I help find her a decent place? 'I can do more than that if you want babe.', I answered 'Why doesn't she come and live with us until she gets back on her feet? We have more than ample space for her. She can have the large room at the back and turn it into the working bedroom she needs. Erm...as long as she doesn't mind our odd sessions of sex during the day. 'Oh, I'm sure she won't be of much hindrance to us...you see...she's a lesbian.' I was shocked to hear this.'How can she have married when she's a dyke?' 'She tried to put some sense in her life. Her husband knew about her problem and tried to help. He's a really nice guy and I believe him when he says that he still loves her so much. She's the problem actually. I would really appreciate your having her stay with us. We will see what she can afford and ask her -' 'Mar, I don't want money....I have more than enough for all of us. Just tell her to help you out with the household chores and that's about it...believe me, I am only too happy to help. And anyway, remember that this is your home now too.' That caused her to stand up and give me a most wonderful kiss that was almost starting to get heavier, but I refrained, telling her that it was the day she was supposed to go and see her mom. The next day she called Jenny. After some time on the phone, in which Mariella alternated between laughing and crying, she passed me the handset. I was not prepared for the deep husky voice on the other side. I stammered my rejections to her profuse thanks and assured her that we would only be too happy to have her with us. While I was talking to Jenny, Mariella had slipped to her knees, taken out my penis from my pants and was giving me a blow-job. I shuddered with pleasure, and I think Jenny must have caught on, because the next thing she said shook me up. 'I know that sound! Is my naughty sister giving you a blow job then? I can tell by the sound of your strained voice that you are experiencing pleasure. She used to do that to her boyfriends when we were young. I also used to get quite a kick from watching her from inside her closet.' , she smoothly said... 'Er..yes...she is...uhhh....umm....' I stammered, trying to keep a straight voice as my vixen wife deep-throated me. 'Hmmm....isn't she wicked? I'll leave you two up to it then...see you tomorrow.' , and with that last remark she hung up. I clung to the staircase rail as I came mightily into her throat, gagging her slightly....a thought went through my head that she wouldn't need to swallow since my dick was practically aiming straight into her stomach. I sat down after I came, to catch my breath. I smiled as I asked Mariella if she let her sister watch her having sex.'Yes, quite often...I never minded, we are the same after all. Haha...you better watch out, if you are shy. She always walked around at home in just a pair of panties or old shorts! Used to drive my old man up the wall when we had visitors.' I blanched at this remark. Not having seen Jenny before, I didn't know what to expect. I was really looking forward to seeing her. Obviously I had no problem if Jenny wanted to walk around with just underwear on. The problem was if my dick could take it. Chapter 9 The next day, Saturday, dawned bright and sunny. Being one of the people who thought that the start of the day pretty much determines the outcome of the next hours, I thought that it was rather splendid. I was out on the balcony watching the dawn in wonder when I heard Mariella move behind me. I turned to see my lovely wife, clad in black tight-fitting jeans, with a loud well-used Heavy Metal shirt tucked in. Obviously she was bra-less by the way her breasts jiggled. Good thing she likes rock music, I thought, as I appreciated her body...it makes us that much closer. Similarly I had dressed in my faded blue jeans and favourite Metallica t-shirt. We both laughed as we surveyed each other. We looked like two old teenagers. Music was not only my work, but also my life. Going down to the garage we decided to take the SUV, for we didn't know what Jenny would bring with her. The trip to the airport was short, but I still turned the air-conditioning on. Her sister was due to land in a couple of minutes. Since check-out would only take a further five minutes, I left the car running to keep the cabin cool. We made our way into the terminal and settled in near the arrivals lounge, when suddenly an angel filled my vision. The most beautiful long-limbed blonde came into view from behind a partition. She looked familiar but I couldn't place my finger on it. Being a manager to a host of rock bands meant that there was always a bevy of beautiful women wherever bands used to hang out, but this one was exceptional. This was a woman beyond my wildest dreams. 'Jenny!',Mariella cried, as she ran to embrace the girl. 'Jenny?', I thought...'this bombshell is Jenny? Good lord!' The women were crying and laughing at the same time. Jenny came forward to where I stood, rooted in shock and amazement. I held out my hand in greeting. She ignored my outstretched arm and hugged me tightly, giving me a kiss on the lips. I was sort of embarassed at first as I looked at my wife, only to see her urging me on. I returned the kiss in style, as she sucked my soul right out of my mouth. Standing back again to talk to her sister, I was amazed to find myself still on my feet. I could hardly believe this vixen was going to stay with us. I had always though that women possessed way too much baggage when they travel, but Jenny informed us both that the little valise she had in her hand and one suitcase was all that she brought. Shrugging happily, we made our way out to the parking lot where my car was still running. We got in and the women started chatting away, both of them on the back seat, catching up on lost years. We arrived duly home and I put the SUV in the garage. 'God it is so hot here!', Jenny exclaimed as I locked the garage behind me.'Is it always this bad? It's boiling' 'Oh...it's not always this bad!' I assured her with a laugh...'this is nothing. Just you wait until July comes around. You'll wish you were an Eskimo!' Jenny rolled her eyes in panic. I told her not to worry since the house was totally air-conditioned. She let out a sigh of relief. 'Erm...Mar, have you told Chris about my....er....condition?' Jenny asked her older sister. 'Sure I have..you don't have to worry about a thing. I told him everything. Luckily he doesn't have any hang-ups with anything.' Mariella replied. 'Good! That means I can get comfortable can't I?' Jenny asked me. I shrugged, while smiling. 'You can do whatever you want here...apart from breaking things up! Other than that, it is a free house. Just help your sister a bit with the house work. We have set-up a bedroom for you from where to work. Mariella told me you design web-sites for a living. So if you want, you can stay here and do site designs for the bands that I manage. So that way you will feel as if you are earning your stay. I will still pay you for your work though okay?' That suited her perfectly.'Okay then, I agree in principle', she said gaily. 'Now first things first.'. And with that she pulled the short floral print dress right over her head.right there in the kitchen. Like Mariella had warned me, she just wore a pair of slight white cotton thongs. Her breasts were bare, and just like Mariella they were smallish, but perfectly shaped, jutting out proudly on her chest. Jenny's body was one that could have jumped out straight from any number of fashion magazines. She looked at me and Mariella anxiously, dreading that we would object. Mariella looked at me as if she was concerned that I would say something. But I was happy. It's not often that a beautiful woman can be so candid about her body. 'Well, Jenny...if that is how you go about, I'm sure you won't object to us wearing the same do you? I mean usually at home I just go about wearing underwear or just boxers.Most of the time I don't even wear those!' I said. 'Hey Chris...this is your home...do whatever you want! If it's okay by you, it's okay by me.' And with that we were settled. I showed her her room , and she leapt on to the bed in delight, and lay there spread-eagled. Her thongs had crept up her fanny and I could see her cunt lips as she lay there on the bed. Mariella was laughing at me as we left the room. 'I wish you could see you your face as she jumped on the bed, love!' I asked here whether this was okay with her. She assured me that it was and that I should follow her example. 'What do you mean? Follow her example...I would walk around with a hard-on most of the day with you two in here.' 'Well....I certainly am going to be like her.' she replied. And with a grin, took off her jeans and t-shirt, and hung them in the closet. ' Time to cook breakfast...' , as she left wearing just her black thongs. My mouth was dry. I thought that if that was the way they wanted, that was what they were going to get. I stripped off my jeans and shirt, and was about to put on a pair of boxers when I heard a sound behind me. I turned quickly, thinking that Mariella was horny, only to find a near-nude Jenny staring.Immediately my dick started to get hard. I resisted the temptation to protect my assets with my hands. 'Euuuww....that's gross',said Jenny, pointing at my hard-on....'Hey sis,' she called to Mariella...'How the hell did you ever find a big one like that? It's disgusting, that is, although I think it has a nice cut to it don't you think?' The women clung to each other, laughing their heads off. I noticed that Jenny had her hands on Mariella's breast. Something was telling me that they weren't strangers to each other. I laughed along with them as I looked for my shorts... 'Come on honey...don't bother with them...I like seeing it all the time...As a matter of fact I think I'll do the same...okay by you little sis?' And with that she whipped her thongs off as well. 'If you say so big sis.' replied the gorgeous blonde. And Jenny removed her panties also. Now we were all naked. I couldn't help noticing a butterfly tattooed right on her fanny. I remarked that it was difficult for her to keep showing that all the time, what with hair growing. She laughed and told me that she had done electro-depilation, and that the hair wouldn't ever grow back. She told us that it was far more smoother than normal, when the stubble would be ugly. She told us to touch her and see how smooth it was. I looked at Mariella who nodded at me. I was surprised by the smoothness of her fanny. Jenny seemed unmoved until Mariella took her turn. Jenny groaned as she touched her. I had forgotten she would be excited by women. She suirmed as I saw my wife poke her finger between Jenny's cunt lips, then bring it up to her mouth....Now this was like nothing I'd seen before. I pretended I had not seen them and made my way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I only hoped I wouldn't get frying fat on my dick from the cooking. Chapter 10 The days sped by , and by now we had become accustomed to seeing each other in the nude. At first, with Jenny around, I would always be sporting a hard-on, which made the girls laugh. Sometimes, when Jenny would be up against the cupboards, I would pass behind her and with Mariella's encouragement , poke her between her legs with my dong. At first she resisted this, but then gave up and treated it just ilke any other game, even to the extent of pushing out her ass in mock desire, I could have sworn that once my dick head slid a bit past her fanny lips.. A most exciting time was when we would watch a movie, whereby Jenny would lay back on the floor, sitting on a cushion , with her back to the sofa, and play with her pussy, seemingly absorbed by the movie. Sometimes I would sniff the cushion and it would smell heavenly with the wetness of her cunt. But the most disconcerting moment finally came when we were having a session of heavy sex, only to hear the door open and Jenny walk in , saying that since we were all accustomed to each other, it only made sense to sleep in one bed to keep electricity bills down. Now like I said, Mariella was on her back and I was giving her a good fuck. At the sight of Jenny lying back on our bed and playing with a dildo herself, my dick got even harder as I ploughed my wife's cunt into oblivion. A Chance Encounter At The Airport Jenny looked at me and snorted. ' You men are all the same..just because you have a big dick you think you can please a woman. You have to do it like this, let me show you.' And with that she leant over, grabbed hold of my dick (at which point I nearly passed out with pleasure) and showed me how to pass over my wife's clit before entering her. Mariella shuddered as she reached orgasm. Jenny fingered her clit until she came too....So there were, the three of us on this huge bed, just after finishing sex. I thought it was a pity that Jenny was a lesbian. I sure could have given her a hand(or a dick).... I lay back on the bed, well satisfied, with two gorgeous women, one on each side, my wife with her leg draped over mine, toying with my spent penis, while the other, her younger sister, diddling herself another time until she came again. With a low cry, she released herself, turned over with her back to me and drifted off to sleep. I slept also, haunted by beautiful dreams. Sometime during the night I woke up , my leg being all needles and pins since Mariella had her leg over mine. I pushed her gently off and turned, only to remember that Jenny was also in our bed, her back towards me and her ass pointing out. I simply could not resist reaching out with my hand and fondling her breasts. They were so soft and pliable. I just wished I could wrap my lips around her large pink nipples. Then I had a wicked idea that had been forming for some time. I removed my hand from her breast and touched her cunt. She mumbled something and pushed against my finger until it slipped inside. Another idea was forming in my head as I slipped my finger back and tasted it....my dick had no need of attention as it was already well awake....I slipped around until I could put my dick against her pussy....the tightness was amazing. And she was oh so soft...she moved again and suddenly my dick slipped inside her. It was all I could do to stop from coming inside her there and then, but managed to hold on. Being a lesbian I didn't think that she would have birth control precautions. Anyway I continued pushing until my big boner was about three or four inches inside her. I stayed quiet lest she wake, but I drifted off to sleep. I must have moved during the night as when I woke in the morning I was lying on my back , the two women gone. I heard giggling coming from the shower. I arose quietly, and made my way to the closet , where I could see the girls in the shower! My wife was sitting on the ledge where we keep soap and shampoos, while Jenny was squatting in front of her, shaving her pussy. 'You must do electro my love,' she told Mariella...'it will keep you fresher, and I do adore the baby look...this damn stubble makes it all so rough....' 'I agree, we have to get it done....and Chris's too....I love it when he shaves his pubes. It makes his cock and balls look larger.' my wife answered. With a few more sharp strokes of the blade, Jenny was done. She rinsed off my wife's fanny, and after leaning back to admire her handiwork, surprised me by getting closer to Mariella and started sucking on her cunt. I nearly had a heart attack as I saw my wife's face filled with lust. This I had never imagined, but seeing that no other words were forthcoming from the women, thought that it was just an impulsive thing...After a couple of minutes in which I forgot to breathe, Mariella came with a loud gasp.....The women laughed again and prepared to exit the shower. At this point I ran back to the bed and lay back, pretending I was still asleep, even though my cock was solid rock. As they came back into the bedroom, Mariella's face lit up with pleasure. 'Now look at that beauty...isn't it lovely?' she exclaimed. 'It's....interesting enough,'Jenny answered......'looks naughty too....I um..sort of dreamt about it last night.Strange though, since I don't normally dream of guys' dicks' At that point I almost woke up with a start. Had she known I was poking it inside her? I could always pretend that I was asleep and hadn't realised it wasn't Mariella at all. At that very moment I felt the mattress bend and a warm feeling enveloped my dick...it was my wife sucking me a bit.... 'Doesn't he wake up when you do that?' Jenny asked... 'Nah....he's dead to the world.' my wife answered..'Hey, I got an idea, want to try a bit of meat? Go on, suck him a bit...it won't hurt' I nearly cried out to her to just suck it, but I mumbled incoherently and grabbed the pillow to hide my face....I could sense that the girls froze, but I let out a couple of convincing snores and they relaxed. 'OK...I'll do it....just don't force me okay? This is something new for me' Jenny said. I felt Jenny's slim brown hand envelop my dick at its' base. 'Wow, I can hardly get my hand around it. Doesn't he hurt you with it?', she asked. 'Hurt me? Are you nuts? It's the best feeling in the word, having him inside me. It makes me feel so filled up and complete. You know Jen, maybe you should try it some time. Just once to see if you could get used to it.' my wife replied. I waited in anticipation, her hand wanking me gently, when suddenly she licked the underside of my dick...This went on a little while when finally I heard her sigh and say..'Yes Mar, that's the spot...bring me off!' So Mariella was licking her sister's cunt...i thought she was doing this to urge her sister to suck me off.....which she did....her mouth enveloped my dick, maybe not as much as my wife, but still pretty well.....within a few minutes I came in her mouth seeing that I was only pretending to be asleep. This must have caught Jenny by surprise as she got the full load in her mouth. 'Aaaargh...yuck', I heard her say, her mouth full of my cum....I think she was going to the bathroom to spit it out when I heard my wife call to her quietly.....'No, wait...don't waste it.....give it to me.' From the corner under the pillow I could see the women tongueing each other as Jenny transferred the sperm into her sister's mouth, which she gobbled down greedily. In the few months I have come to know Mariella again, I wondered at the copious amount of sperm she was able to swallow. I could also see my wife and her sister frigging each other's cunts, whence they came with loud moans. They collapsed onto the bed and proceeded to drift away to sleep.....and I slept too...for I always like a nap after sex. By the time I woke up again the bed was empty. Chapter 11 As I usually do when I wake up, I headed off to the shower to freshen up. I dressed lightly knowing that today would be a pretty short one as regards work. All we had going was a photo shoot for an up and coming all-girlie metal band. Thinking about the scantily-dressed girls was making me hard again, so I headed downstairs to see if the wifey was in a mood for some dick. Unhappily I saw a note stuck to the fridge to inform me that they had gone down to the mall to buy some clothes for Jenny... 'Why bother with clothes?' I grumbled to myself....'I like them both as they are.' I made myself a cereal breakfast while scanning the TV for early news. Seeing that no nutters had hijacked another aircraft, I finished and washed up. Next stop was the studio, where we supervised the photographing of the band. To say that they were sexy was an understatement. I thought to what Mariella had said about my goofing off with other girls, but I was more than happy with what I had. Surprisingly the whole photo-shoot was wrapped up in just over an hour's time, and having nothing else planned for the day, decided to head home, to maybe relieve some frustrations brought about by the sight of so much leg. I had already decided to surf the net and maybe grab some woman for some sex chatting. I decided to leave the car outside in the shade and go up through the back door. As was now a habit of ours, I stripped to the nude right as I got to the landing. But suddenly I was stopped by the sound of slapping, coming from the bedroom. At first I thought that somebody had broken in our house, so I picked up a long thick poker from the fireplace, before advancing slowly to the bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. What I saw there made my mouth go drier than a desert. There, over my hot wife, wearing long leather boots and the big black strap-on dildo was Jenny, slapping my wife in the ass and fucking her hard with the toy. Their lips were entwined in a loving dance and my wife was gasping out her name frantically.....so this was their big secret...I never in my dreams imagined my wife to be such a hot bi-sexual, but the proof was on the bed. I put the poker down and pushed the door a little more. The hot action made my dick stand on end savagely. Mariella had her legs drawn up to her chest as Jenny was pounding her cunt. On the hand, while she was fucking my wife, Jenny had her fanny opening wildly as she was stroking away. The girls saw me come in through the mirror mounted on the ceiling, but I urged them to continue....actually Mariella beckoned me to join. Jenny lay still with her 'dong' still up to the balls in my wife, while I stepped behind my sister and aimed my dick at Mariella's ass. With a plop I invaded her anus and me and Jenny tried to get a rhythm so she would always have me or the black slayer inside her.... Suddenly a wicked notion formed in my mind. I told the women what I wanted, but Jenny resisted, saying she wanted no dicks inside her, but I insisted and she finally relented. She pushed deeply into Mariella once again, and just lay there all expectant, with her pussy wide open. I asked her if she was on birth control , and she said she had started taking them the first time she had seen my dick because it intrigued her. That was just hunk-a-dory for me.... 'Please be gentle...' , she implored, 'I haven't had one stuck in me for months!' 'That's what you think,' I replied 'Yesterday I sort of slipped inside while we were asleep!' 'So that is why I woke a bit stretched this morning.I thought my pussy was getting old!' I answered by pushing in a bit of the head..... 'Ohhh....'she moaned...'wouldn't you prefer a blowjob instead?' 'I'll take you up on your promise..but all I want right now is to screw you silly.Alright with you if I do that babe?' I asked my wife. 'You have always been a gentleman my love...but forget gentleness and fuck her silly! I want to see you fuck her until she pleads for her life!' I pushed in a little more and soon enough there were three inches of cock inside her. I asked Jenny if it hurt. 'Yes, but it hurts good....give me more' I obliged by sliding in the rest of the way. Jenny's eyes were wide open and her mouth was open in a large O of ecstasy. For a lesbian , she sure was wet. I started pumping in and out of her while she fucked my wife with the black dildo.....within a few minutes all three of us had come violently more than once. We changed positions then, I got on the bed and Jenny crawled up to me and Mariella put my dick in her hot snatch. This was the opportunity for me to slurp all over Jenny's lips and her marvelously soft tits. Oh how I loved the taste. For a while my wife was the odd one out until she got the smaller strap-on and lubed up Jenny's asshole.... 'No please Mar, I haven't ever done that!' 'There's always a first time for everything dear sister,' my wife answered,as she pressed the head to her puckered ass. 'Ohhhhhhh...'jenny screamed as the head pushed past her anus ring and deep inside her rectum.'Fuck me hard sis, fuck me until I drop.', she pleaded after a while. And as goods we did just that. By the time we were finished, the girls had come loads of time, and I had pumped my seed into various orifices. The girls two assholes were widely stretched and cum was plastered onto their hair. Mariella even took time to teach Jenny how to deep-throat me and hum....I rewarded Jenny with a great big dollop of sperm right into her stomach.After that, we collapsed onto the bed, the girls still sucking each other's tongues, while I sucked on two nipples at once. Chapter 12 I was the first one to recover and wake up in post-orgasmic bliss, and headed for the shower. Within minutes the girls were with me under the water and what followed was a free-for-all. I was sticking my dick into Jenny's ass for the first time, while Mariella was fucking me up the ass with the small vibrator. After coming several times again, we showered properly and staggered down to the kitchen for dinner. While going down the stairs, my lovely wife turned to me and said that now Jenny was going to be a greater help to us since I could also screw her whenver I wanted. I asked her again if she was sure about this, and she answered that I did not even have to ask her permission about it again. Jenny agreed, saying that we should also remove the bed from her bedroom to turn it into a proper studio. The kitchen was all ablaze with the midday sun shining through the open skylight. 'Ohh....I can hardly sit down', said Jenny to my wife. 'Oh come on Jen....you'll get over it. Don't tell me you never had sex with your husband!'exclaimed my wife. 'Well his cock was only about four inches long', she whispered unhappily. No wonder her marriage broke up and she looked for other ways to improve her sex life.She must have thought that all men were equipped with short dicks. Well I had showed her what it is to be well fucked. Another thought occured to me. 'So ...uh...how long have you two lovebirds been having each other then?' Mariella took the lead here and explained to me that it was some time since they had last engaged in sex, but they were interested in each other since they were kids. They made out regularly and even had their brother join them from time to time. I was amazed at this, but they said they used to be so alone at home those days, that they fell into this habit. I liked what I heard. I asked them whether they would be interested in getting their brother Mike to join us for a foursome. Jenny smiled then, confirming that they would enjoy it. My wife called him up to see whether he would be free anytime this week. He said he was really busy but had the weekend off. She proposed to him whether he wanted to join us in an orgy of fun. Needless to say he agreed immediately. She informed him that other than her and Jenny, I was the only other man in the group. ' You have to teach him.' she told Mike mysteriously.She hung up and turned to me with a smile. 'Listen, it's way too hot to cook. What would you say to going out on the town for a meal?',Jenny asked. We agreed and went up again to dress for the outing. I just put on a clean pair of shorts and my trademark black t-shirt, while the girls wore identical short print dresses they had purchased in the morning. They looked good enough to eat. We got down to the car and made our way to the Pizza Planet, a really good eating place. The girls decided that they wanted to eat outside under the canopy, right outside the beach path. I had no problems with that and settled down for a chat with a pitcher of nice cold beer. People were passing up and down the path frequently, when I noticed a young chap for what was probably the sixth or seventh time. I remarked that he must have been pretty busy. Jenny laughed, splattering her beer all down her dress. She pointed out to me to go near the path to check what the work was. I stood up lazily and looked down to the beach but it was mostly people having fun. I turned to look back when the most awesome sight hit me full in the face. No wonder that guy was continuosly passing out table. The girls were sitting with their legs wide open, and the dresses up their thighs. Obviously they had rather conveniently neglected to wear panties, and their pink pussies were open to the world. I laughed at their brazennes. We finished the rest of our meal , and left for home. We all stripped down as we arrived and I told the girls I wanted a nap, but things turned out otherwise. It seemed that Jenny was starting to get used to a good old fashioned cock inside her after the first tryout, and wanted to experiment a bit. My wife unluckily had to go to the supermarket to stock up on supplies, so it was just up to me and her sister alone at home. Chapter 13 'Just make sure you both tell me what went on okay? I hope you get naughty dear sis!', Mariella told Jenny while she squeezed my hardening dong. It seemed rare these days to have a sex-free day.She need not have worried as i already was fingering Jenny in the balcony where we waved my wife goodbye. My hard dick was poking at her from behind and she grabbed it and led me to the bed. 'Lie back...I want to look at you properly,' she said. So I obeyed her dutifully and look me over she did...starting from the top of my head, across my ears....down to my hungry lips, and right over to my nipples, where she twirled her tongue around my sensitive skin. I reached out with my arms seeing that she was bent over my body, but she shooed me away... 'No touching...as a matter of fact I think that I will tie you up...' And she tied me up using the silk ropes Mariella had in her pink box. I wondered what amount and kind of toys had gone through there, but she seemed pretty familiar with it. She put my left hand through the hand loops and tightened it slightly, then moving on to the other hand and eventually my feet. Luckily both headboard and footboard of the bed allowed the tying to be possible. I felt utterly helpless and in her grasp as I lay stretched there, sporting a huge erection. Jenny continued where she left off on my nipples, and I was soon squirming in painful ecstasy. Her tongue made its way to my belly button and the feeling as she swirled around was so erotic as nothing I had ever experienced before. 'I'll bet my darling sister has never done that to you has she? Try it out on her sometime.I can assure you that she'll come with touching her pussy.' I made a mental note to file away that bit of info as she now came down to my most private parts. The hair had started to grow a bit more on my pubes since it had been a week that I had shaved, and I could tell that she found it pretty prickly. 'Leave it to me..', she purred just like a cat in heat. She dashed off to the ensuite bathroom and was back pretty quickly, with my shaving foam,mug and razorblade i her hands. I was alarmed to see somebody else about to shave me, but I needn't have worried. Her touch was like ice on my red-hot skin, and she shaved me with an amount of class. Finally she rinsed me off with a wash-cloth and licked my freshly cleaned groin with her tongue, without actually touching my penis. Her tongue lapped up my balls as she first sucked one then the other into her mouth.....the feeling was heavenly....She caressed my hairy legs with her breasts, making my hair stand on end, and when she finally got down to my feet, I was crying for release....She licked the underside of my feet, and I could not believe the sensations I was getting... She finally got up, scooted to my side of the bed and pushed her gaping pussy into my face. And I did what any hungry man would do...I opened my mouth wide to lap up those sweet juices running down her cunt. Like her sister, Jenny had a large clit and I sucked on it mightily.Suddenly she let out a hoarse yell and gushed in my face. I couldn't believe she had already come. Then in one swift motion she dove for my cock and gobbled it down mercilessly. Pure instinct improvised for what little experience she had with men. Soon enough her lips were touching the base of my cock. I looked up to see her throat incredibly bent out of proportion. It did not take me too long to eject, the cum dribbling out of hermouth as she swallowed greedily. I slumped back, helplessly tied. Jenny also lay back on the bed to catch her breath, but my dick was not satiated at all. She grinned at me and touched my cheek sensitively with her palms.... A Chance Encounter at the Coast Pt. 01 And there she was, in my camera lens, a breathtaking beauty I had not seen in years. And here she was, all alone on her walk, looking as beautiful as the day I first meet her, barely aged, as if time hadn't touched her. Perhaps I'd better step back a little, you might have the wrong idea right now. I hadn't been feeling very well for a few weeks now, a nasty winter virus that left me coughing, sometimes quite violently had more or less left my already dried out throat feeling torn apart. And then there were the sleepless nights. I literally hadn't seen daylight in days, the cough was so bad it woke me up in the night, coughing up phlegm and sometimes bile, and at worst, pure vomit, that old flame no one wants to reacquaint with. All of that had contributed to my living almost like a quasi vampire, minus the partying, bloodlust and death count, and sleeping tablets hadn't helped much. Take two maximum I was told by the doctor, and no more. Taking one by itself was useless, two did the trick, but once I was awake again, that was it, no going back to the land of nod for me for hours, usually the early evening. I was feeling tired most of the time, and severally put upon at work. Actually taking sick days was seen as something that had to be investigated, and to avoid that I managed to arrange to use some of my leave instead. And it occurred to me that I should try to make the most of this time off. If after all I can't sleep in the morning what can I use that time for? I had to consider my neighbours who would still be asleep (hopefully) and I weighed up my options. Playing video games or movies was tempting, but the noise would likely make them bang on the wall, and even though it's a solid brick wall it doesn't prevent me hearing much of what they get up to with each other, and sometimes some friends. I didn't have the strength for exercise, or the motivation either. I needed something else to do. My main hobbies have taken a backseat in life of late, so I considered which of them might be best to resurrect right now. I was something of a gifted artist in my teens, not a prodigy mind you, but I could draw more or less anything I put my mind to. But I never pursued it as my high school art teachers had a certain way of sucking away any fun and creativity in their classes, everything had to be done by the book, no exceptions, no deviations, everything must be done when they told you to do it. I still doodle from time to time, it's not as good as it used to be, nowhere near, but I know in my heart of hearts I could get better with time and practise. But even then I had little motivation to draw anything. My house is far from drab but when you've been in the same place for days on end with no change of scenery, well, you need new sources of inspiration. I thought of one of my newer hobbies. I looked at the clock. Five am. If I grabbed a shower, and my camera gear, got dressed in something warm and sensible and made a little packed lunch and grabbed some breakfast, I could beat all the early morning rush hour traffic and get to one of my favourite beauty spots further up the coast and to the north. And here I was, it was something of a tourist magnet in the spring and summer, and even in the autumn it was still popular. But then a castle on the coast in England has that effect on many people. A proud solid reminder of our history, our past remembered in a large tribute to the imagination and dedication of previous generations. They are a source of a great romanticism, and a source of tremendous inspiration to the imagination to many budding artists. And this particular castle was a solidly built reminder. It had been taken in its history, almost all castles have, but it had never been abandoned or left to ruin like so many others have. But their not for everyone's tastes, obviously. And the woman I was about to meet again for the first time in years had never gave any hint they were to hers. My camera was resting on its monopod, a great addition to my gear, and a must for anyone who wants to get some added stabilisation to make their pictures look better than you would get with just going hands free. A tripod gives even better results, but does tend to be a bit more cumbersome I find, and today I wanted to be as fast and agile as I could be. Speed was key here, and I often found myself jogging from one spot to the next, getting my shot lined up and seeing if a different angle gave a better picture. I'll admit, freely, I am far from the best photographer you might ever find, I doubt I could even be called a good photographer, but I am if anything, an enthusiastic photographer. I have a preference for scenery and landscapes, I've never been into portraits or pictures of people in general, beyond the pics everyone takes on family get togethers, or work dos. Taking pictures of strangers while I'm out and about seems a bit too voyeuristic to me, especially if you don't have their permission. A friend of mine had almost gotten into a punch up with a man who was taking photos of children playing in a playground. When asked why he was taking the photos, the man pointed out that there were children playing in the park who were from a different estate, he seemed to be under the impression that only the children from his estate should be playing there. My friend asked if any of his kids were playing there, and he replied he had none. The man eventually left after it was pointed out he was taking picture of children without the parents knowledge or consent, and there were rather nasty labels that could be applied to someone doing that. And right now I was debating whether I should take this woman's photo, and risk being labeled by one of those terms. There she was, right as I was about to take my shot, yet another person walked into my frame. It happens all the time, it's unavoidable and no one's fault, life after all is for everyone and I'm far from the only person who's going to want to take a walk around a beauty spot at any time of the day. But then I noticed her hair, a dark auburn, which caught the sunlight and seemed to gleam in places with other shades of autumn. I've always had a soft spot for redheads, especially those with auburn hair. To me it is the colour of autumn, caught in someone's hair, and makes for quite a wonderfully unique statement. I've known a few ladies blessed with this hair colour, and have often wondered why some of them would chose to dye it a dark colour or even try to go blonde. It may work, even work very well, but it always looks blander compared to the wonder nature gave them. But there was something rather familiar with this hair and it's wonderful warm colours. I knew her, hadn't seen her in years but used to work with her at the same job I still held now. She had left and gone elsewhere maybe some eight years ago or so, but she had left a fairly massive impression on me, right from the moment I met her. Her leaving had left a strangely substantial hole in my life. One I had never been able to quite accept, at least at first, but I had eventually realised, it was one shaped just like her. You're probably thinking I was in love with her, and you'd be right. But it was a certain kind of love. Unrequited. Probably the worst type. And there had been tension between us. Would she even remember me now? My finger paused on the tigger, part of me wanted to take her photo, zoomed in as much as I could you couldn't really make her out that well, this was a wide angled lens, and to change lenses now I felt would look suspicious. I wondered where this paranoia came from. Photographer's after all change lenses all the time, unless they carry two cameras as I'd seen a lot of pros do on various online videos. Saves the chance of getting the camera's internal sensors dirty, wise move of course, but rather expenses. I realised she was actually moving towards me, had she seen me? Recognised me? Was she coming this way to say hello? Or just to ask what I thought I was doing pointing a camera at her. She couldn't have made me out, my face was hidden effectively by the camera, and when she knew my hair was dark and fuller, now I shave it bare. And yet she continued to walk my way, looking at me. Then I remembered that we were both on the same path, of course she had to head towards me to get to wherever she was going. And as she did she filled up more and more of my lense, she was in range now, I could take a perfect mug shot and get every single glorious detail of her features. I kept my finger on the trigger, and with my free hand adjusted the lense to allow for her movement. Tempting. So, so tempting. I resisted. And I cursed myself for being a coward and not taking it. And she was almost upon me. I took a deep breath, summoned my courage, breathed out and popped up from behind my camera with as a big a smile on my face as I could muster. "Hello Natasha." I said. "It's been quite awhile, eh?" My visit to the vault of cliched opening lines couldn't have been more traditional, and her reaction couldn't be any less classical. She stopped dead in her tracks, both feet stuck together, as if somewhat planted, and her mouth opened in shock as her jaw dropped almost to her chest and her eyes widened. And she just stood there, looking me over, wordlessly mouthing my name, unable to believe I was there, her cheeks were somewhat rosy, as if embarrassed, I wondered if mine were doing the same. "So, how are you?" I asked, trying to break the ice a bit, at least to get her out of her state of shock. "I'm, I'm pretty good. Thanks." She managed to compose herself, her stance relaxed but her feet stayed put, her arms hung somewhat loosely by her sides. "How about you? God it's been years." "Yeah, I got to be honest, never thought I'd see you again." "That would be two of us then." She still looked like she was seeing a ghost. "So what brings you here then?" "Thought I'd get a bit practise in." I said waving the camera slightly. "Oh, taken anything thing interesting?" "Only if you want to strike a pose for me." I joked. "I see you've still got your sense of humour then." She smiled, a bright smile that showed off some rather bright teeth. She must have had them bleached at some point, when I knew her, she was a notorious coffee drinker and while she obviously brushed her teeth, they had never looked anywhere near That bright and white. "So, how are you keeping?" Now here's what was probably the oddest thing about this cough I had. The cold weather didn't seem to aggravate it. Right now I felt as fit as a fiddle. In fact the last day or so, the cough had more or less vanished, bar the sessions in the middle of the night that is. Still, honesty is the best policy, they say. "Had a bit of a cold awhile back," I admitted, that was close enough I suppose "pretty much back to normal now. So what have you been doing since you left the old place?" At this, her face seem to lose some warmth, as if remembering bad times. She and her boyfriend had left the area to get new jobs elsewhere, and she had dropped hints they were wanting children and maybe marriage. And I could see no sign of either a child nearby, or a ring on her naked hand. In fact there were no rings of any sort on either hand, she had often wore at least one ring when we worked together. Of course, time can change many things, she may have simply fallen out of the habit of wearing one. "Things didn't quite go the way I hoped they would." she admitted with a sigh, and a slightly bowed head. "I'm sorry. How are you doing?" "Oh not too bad, got a, got a bit of a settlement. Moved away up here, have my own place. Great views. Nice little local pub to visit. Taken up walking as a hobby, keeps me fit." "And with views like this, you've got plenty to inspire you too." "Yeah, beats living in a busy town, so much more quiet, it lets you think more." "That's why I like places like this so much." "I remember you saying that a few times." "So, are you not working then?" I hazarded a guess here. "No, not right now. Kinda living out of my savings. You still working at the old place I guess?" "Yeah, as miserable there now as I ever was. Something never change eh?" "True, that's very true." She laughed, her deep brown eyes sparkled as she smiled, oh god how I had missed seeing those eyes do that. "So are you going to be staying for long?" "Oh this is just a day trip. Did you say you were living locally?" "Yeah, well, it's a static, a caravan at the local camp site. Nice, quite large, larger than I thought." There was just a slight tone of embarrassment to her voice, she had always been quite verbal about how she wanted to go up in the world, move onto bigger and better things. Owning a static caravan didn't seem like it matched up with that kind of plan. "That's got to be a couple of miles out from here, if it's the one I'm thinking of." "Yeah, I was about to head off back that way till you popped up like the ghost of christmas past." she smirked with a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Well I don't know about christmas past, or much about christmas itself till it's actually here, but I can tell you your future could include rain judging from the clouds over there and the temperature dropping." Which was true enough, it hadn't been the brightest day I'd ever seen, by winters standards it had been positively glorious in the morning when I had finally got here, now at barely eleven am it was getting even colder. And Natasha hadn't brought an umbrella or worn a waterproof coat. She was going to get soaked. "Damn, I knew I should have brought my rain coat." She didn't actually look annoyed at all, which was odd as I remembered her being someone who hated the cold, never mind the rain. "I could give you a lift up." "Oh I don't want to impose." "Nonsense, I'd be heading that way anyhow to go home." "Are you sure?" "Positive". With that, she bite her lip as she was deep in thought, pondering it over, then suddenly smiled brightly, with her eyes as well as her mouth and nodded in agreement. Her chest heaved deeply as she breathed a happy sigh of relief. "Thank you, I'm going to owe you for this." "Not at all, not at all." I said with a smile of my own. "I'm parked near the village green." "So I gotta wonder, you seemed to be quite busy earlier when you were bending over next to your camera. Did you, by chance, take a pic or two of me?" "I got to admit, I did think about it, but I much preferred talking to you." "Oh you charmer, we might have to fix that" she winked at me with an even bigger smile on her face as we made our way to my car, I held up my camera. "Would you like to hold that pose?" and before I could finish asking, she obliged, not an over the top pose, just standing perfectly still, one hip dipped lower than the other, the knee on the other leg bent slightly as she lifted it, one hand on her dipped hip and the other placed over her the opposite shoulder. And her smile just drew me in. The car journey was quick, the campsite was barely a mile from the village the castle was a part of, and the road gave a great view of the coast as the sun shone down upon it to our left. Of course if I did look left I was more likely to be distracted by the lovely Natasha more than anything nature could throw at me. But then, that had always been the case. The campsite itself had little imagination put to it, someone had planed to get as many vans as they could in a field, and that was it. Purely regimented row, after regimented row of static vans, all looking out towards the sea, but more often than not, looking at the backside of the van in front of it. Still at the very least, driving to the van was quick and direct, grid systems have that advantage. As I pulled up I realised there was no car parked here. When I knew her, Natasha had told me that she had a license but no car of her own, she relied on public transport. That seemed to be the case her too, and this far out, buses would be far less frequent and she'd need to rely on multiple busses to get anywhere. Something I'd always found a nightmare. If this was me in this position, no car, relying on public transport, that would leave me feeling trapped. I looked over to my old workmate as we pulled into the empty bay next to her van, she smiled as if to say, this is it, and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. My breath left my body. I had waited years to get a kiss from this girl, dreamed about it, wanted it, desired it, needed it. and it finally happened. In my car. Outside her home. It had nearly happened before, years back one night after work, by chance we were walking home together to the bus depot. She needed to get a bus home and I had parked my car there, as I always did back then. Even better she had a party to go to after work and had to do some last minute preparations, she needed a dress and a friend was going meet her to lend her one. Complicated women stuff I told myself back then. Make sure the outfit matches the right dress, the right shoes or boots, the right stockings. None of which were really things Natasha was known for wearing, she was always a bit of a tomboy in her dress sense, trainers, jeans and tight tshirts, often which would show of her bust. I offered a lift, and she accepted, and we chatted and flirted all the way to the depot, and in the car trip to hers. And we were making all sort of rude jokes as we went, big smiles on each of our faces, and the sparkle in her eyes was a reward of all its own. By the time we got to hers (a good twenty minutes or so earlier than the bus could have managed) she had me drive around the back of her house to an alleyway, claiming it would be easier for me to get out of the estate that way, but the breathy way she said it, told me she wanted more. But as we pulled up in the alley, and I pulled the handbrake on, we realised we weren't alone. Just a few feet away from the car, caught in the beams of my headlights, was a little old lady, firmly clasping the hands of a child on either side of her, as if waiting to make sure it was safe to cross the road. The single lane of the alley, with the rear entrances and garage doors of several terrace houses. Natasha and I had both seen her, and kept talking to each other, hoping she would go away. But she didn't, she stayed still, almost like a statue, while the children squirmed. There was no way she could see us, with the headlights on and the car not moving, she wouldn't be able to make us out. But she stayed there all the same, staring, as if trying to see us past the blinding light. I could see the look on Natasha's face, she wanted something to happen, but seemed to be a little doubtful, and I myself was having doubts we'd be able to get away from the all seeing gaze of a woman I could only assume was a neighbour of hers. I wanted Nat, she wanted me, the sparks were flying off us both, but I also knew she had her boyfriend, possibly in the very house we were parked behind. If we did anything could this clairvoyant like old lady get the word back to him? Nat and I looked sadly at each other, our little unspoken plan ruined. She smiled, thanked me for the ride and stepped out of the car and walked around the back of it towards the main street and her front door, trying to retain what little anonymity she might still have from the little old lady who held her place there. Once I was sure she was gone from the old womans gaze I drove on - and the old woman stepped in front of me, complete with each child, staring at me all the time. I hit the brakes, I'd barely gone all of a couple of yards but still, silently, and inwardly I cursed this old woman and her timing. A Chance Encounter at the Coast Pt. 01 Back in the present I looked the van over once we were out of the car and was glad to see it was nice and clean on the outside, positively gleaming. I had never stayed in one of these myself, I'd visited friends who had then but I'd never quite gotten the attraction of them. A holiday home I guessed, without the danger of having a house in another part of the country running up the same bills and debts as your proper home would. I could see that as a plus, but only holiday making in one part other part of the country? "This is all yours?" as we stepped into the van itself. "It's my van," she said slowly, rolling the first word out, as if buying time to think of what to say next. "I own it, put my divorce money to good use. Needed a place of my own, get some time away and think of something to do next." "But this is a caravan park, it's not supposed to be a residential place. You're not supposed to be living here long term." "I don't think they really care that much." "I care." I said as I put my coat down on a couch next to her own. "I know you do." "Did you know how much I cared back then?" "Yes, yes I did. But you never acted on it." "Almost did, a couple of times." "Almost doesn't get the job done." "Well shall we get the job done." "I think we should." "What should we start with first." "Well I was always taught that you should start at the top and we go way down." "That's interesting because I was always told the same with just one difference." With that I grabbed her by the hips and pulled them towards me, I brought my lips to hers and kissed her deeply, my lips played with her lips, capturing them between mine, teasing them playing havoc with them with my tongue. I could feel rather than hear her moaning, her gasps of delight passed through onto my own lips. Her hands were roaming over my back, fingernails lightly touched over my covered skin, my own hands returning the favour moving around from her hips and into her buttocks and squeezing them hard, something I'd lusted to do so for years. I felt her lock one of her legs around mine, I felt her foot playing games along the back of my calf while her fingernails started to dig deeper into my skin through my clothes. My fingers made a beeline to her hair, I ran the tips over her spine before coming to rest in her hair, and ran each finger through the thick healthy strands of her delicious autumn flavoured hair. Her moans became more frequent and her own hands moved quickly to my own rear, kneading each of my buttocks. with that I pushed our lips together closer still, my tongue darted in and out of her mouth playing games with her own tongue. I was loving this as much as she was, I didn't want it to end but I felt her heat and her need and her desire, and she needed this badly. So did I. She wore clothing that I expected of her, jeans a T-shirt I could feel her bra straps as I moved my hands down her back again, and then slid my fingers underneath the jeans. I wasn't surprised in the least that she was going Commando. I had often noticed that she had done this before at work, every time she bent over the desk or got something out of a filing cabinet, those perky white globes were could out to taunt me. One less thing to take off I told myself. My fingers found the bottom of the t-shirt, grasped them and pulled them up to her armpits, she in turn lifted her arms up high and I finished the job, flicking the t-shirt to the other side of the room. Her breasts were heaving in her bra, and tempting with each rise. I plunged my face between them and played the motor board game. Her laughter showed she approved while her own hands pulled my t-shirt up, reluctantly I pulled away from her breasts and let her free me from my t-shirt, but as soon as I was free my head returned to her plump breasts, round and firm with a strong smell of moisturiser, not at all unpleasant, and as my lips made their way over the rest of her body it became obvious she must have bathed in the stuff. My hands worked on freeing the bra straps from her shoulders and she pulled my head up and locked lips once more. Each kiss was like magic and shot lightning down my body. I could feel my heart pounding and my blood pumping through my veins, and as the bra came off and the breasts within them were free I felt like I was in heaven. Part of me was vaguely aware that the curtains were not closed. I didn't care less because right now my lips were heading straight towards her tiny round nipples, I wanted to make them so pointy that you could put hangers on them. Natasha had her hands working on undoing my belt while my hands were kneading her breasts, my tongue teased the nipple I had between my lips. I had a thought I could get both nipples in my mouth if I really applied myself. But right now I needed to get her naked, more so than she already was. My hands reached for her own belt, but she had none on. I grinned and my hands instead unzipped her jeans and pulled them down roughly right down to her feet, I picked her up, one arm under her knees the other supporting her back as I carried her to her bed kissing her lips, and neck and cheeks all the way. "Make love to me, please." she said breathily, I could feel her panting going through my body, her eyes looked at me longingly, and into my soul. And I did the same in return. This was something that she had been waiting for, yearning for, wanting for years on end, and today would be the day both our desires were answered... A Chance Encounter Brings... A Chance Encounter Brings Him Closer To His Sister My older sister and were close, but not as close as we got a few months ago. We were staying at my aunt's house for a few days to help out with my cousin's wedding preparations. I had been sleeping on the floor of an unused room, while my sister and her husband were sharing the bed. My parents were in a hotel, but they decided it would be fine for us to just use the spare room. Personally, I thought this plan blew, but that was until things got interesting when my sis and brother got into an argument at the wedding reception and she decided that he'd be better off on the couch. I didn't ask what they were arguing about, but could tell she was pretty pissed at him. So I happily offered to take over the empty spot in the bed next to my sister. This wasn't a big deal at all. Like I said, we were close. We were all exhausted after the reception, but everyone had a great time. Since there were no other people my age and my sis wasn't talking to my brother, we spent most of the night talking, drinking and dancing. When we got back to the house everyone passed out pretty quickly. Since she was so tired, she barely bothered changing clothes, but did throw on and old t-shirt over her bare chest and black cotton panties. I was just wearing the usual sweat pants and nothing else. Since I was in the middle of a book wanted to finish a few chapters before I went to sleep. So, I kept a light on next to the bed so I could read while my sister passed out next to me. The book was a pretty crazy science fiction novel, but at the end of the chapter I was working on, came a sex scene. Lets just say that since I was a little buzzed from the drink and a little horny from not having a girlfriend, I was easily turned on. So when I turned off the light and settled into bed I had only one thought on my mind. I'm not saying I intended anything with my sister, I hadn't really thought of her like that, to tell the truth. But I was pretty frustrated since I hadn't had an opportunity to please myself in some time. And to make matters worse, my sister started making noises in her sleep. I always knew that she talked in her sleep, but didn't know that she also breathed heavily, whimpered and moaned in her sleep. This only succeeded in adding to my frustrations. What happened next was the beginning of a long night. She rolled over and threw her leg over me so that the inside of her thigh came to rest right on my crotch and her mouth was right next to my ear. As she continued moaning and breathing heavily into my ear, I started getting more and more aroused. Though I wasn't in to thinking of my sister like that, I couldn't help but get turned on. The next thing I knew, I had a raging hard-on that was digging into the inside of her leg. Whether she was asleep at this point, or not, I didn't know, but she reacted to my shaft in a way I hadn't expected. She started rubbing her crotch against my hip and her leg against my hard-on and began moaning even more. I can't tell you why I did it, but my hand went to her bare thigh and started rubbing it gently. She just cooed in my ear and let out and, 'mmmmmmmm,' and what sounded like, 'uh huh.' so I just kept it up. My hand got closer and closer to the line of the bottom of her panties near her ass. She only squirmed more and lifted herself off the bed a bit to rest more fully on my body bringing her pussy within a couple inches of my shaft. At this point I thought it was a good idea to stop, considering that whatever part of her brain was awake at that point was probably thinking it was her husband. I pulled my hand away only to here her say, 'don't stop, mikey.' which turned out to be my name and not her husband's. Slowly, though I didn't want to pull my ear away from her hot breathe, I turned my head to look at her. I found that her eyes were not only open, but had a look of pure lust in them. I can't even tell you what went through my mind at this point. I guess it was a mix of fear and lust that was more arousing than anything I'd felt before. It was the perfect blend of naughty and nice. I knew she wasn't drunk and I knew she wasn't asleep, so why she was looking at me like that, I had no idea. But I soon found out. She leaned in close, grabbed my hand and put it on her ass, and brushed her lips lightly against mine. The kiss, if you could call it that, was something that could have passed in public as sibling affection, but what I felt was something more hot and sexual than I've experienced. I needed more, so as I pushed the bottom edge of her panties up a bit to lightly caress her ass I brought my lips back to hers. She only cooed more and ground her crotch more into my hip. 'Feels like you're thinking the same thing I am,' she said as she rubbed her leg against my erection. At this she lifted herself completely off the bed and came to rest on top of me with both her bare legs straddling my cock. I could feel her hair tickling the sides of my face as she brought herself down to kiss me. This one was a more passionate kiss and I could feel the longing in it. Somehow I knew she had wanted this for some time. Our bodies pressed tightly together, she moaned into my mouth as I played with her ass. She only gave a sigh of wanting as I placed my thumbs under the waist band of her tiny black cotton panties and lowered them a bit. We continued kissing like this and humping with nothing between our loins but her thin underwear and my sweatpants. It was amazing. She seemed so aroused that she couldn't even speak. Now and again something would escape her lips that was more than a moan. 'Mmmmm, please ...' or 'yeah, oooo .....' it drove me crazy how into this she was. She was on the verge of an orgasm without any direct touching of her pussy. She lifted her hips up to tell me to take off her panties. I slid them down over her beautifully shaped legs and she immediately pulled off my sweats. When she brought herself back to our original position and began kissing and sucking on my neck I pulled her shirt up over her head. We were now completely naked, but we kept ourselves from actually screwing for some time. I think we both had doubts about what we were doing, but not enough to stop us. She rubbed her moistening pussy lips against the head of my cock with more urgency now. I sucked on the side of her neck as she seemed to lose even the ability to kiss, she was so consumed by lust. It wasn't long before I needed to feel her hot pussy lips wrapped around my growing cock. I rolled her over as she pulled me on top of her and whimpered some more. I rubbed gently against her lips with the head of my cock before entering her. Her fingers were pulling at the skin on my back, but she began to scratch me as I entered her. To this point she had only been with one man, and her husband must have been smaller than me because she let out a gasp of pure lust with a hint of pain. As the walls of her sweet pussy stretched to swallow my shaft, I had to concentrate to keep myself from cumming right then. Her legs wrapped around me and her feet were pulling me into her even more. She seemed to have a craving that only told me she hadn't been satisfied in years. 'Ooohhhh, mikey, please, fuck your big sister,' she moaned as we started getting into rhythm. The bed began to squeak slightly and I could hear the sweet smacking sounds of our bodies slamming together. She didn't seem to notice anything but my cock inside of her. If anyone heard us, it would mean the end of her marriage and much more, but neither of us cared. I was actually more turned on by the risks we were taking. I held myself up on my arms so I could see the look on her face while I ravaged her. Her eyes were shut tightly, but they opened a few times to look at me lustily or to stare down at my cock sliding in and out of her tight lips. She seemed to love this, so I looked down as well. It was amazing to see. We had seen each other's genitals before when we were growing up, but now we were seeing them in a whole new light. Her pussy lips stretched each time I slid out of her and we could see my shaft glistening from her juices. 'It's so beautiful,' she moaned through clenched teeth as she stared at it. She then shifted her hands suddenly, one to my ass to urge me on, and the other on my chest in what seemed like an attempt to push me away. As she neared orgasm, I could tell she was only wanting it more, but was also scared. Well, the lust in her won the battle going on inside her as she brought both hands to my back and pulled me on top of her. Her tongue and lips were working on my ear as she began to moan more loudly. Her slim legs were locked around me as I began to feel myself cumming as well. Neither of us could speak. Even if we could, the other wouldn't have heard, we were both so involved in the act of pure passion that was taking place. My cock swelled even more as my cum began to shoot out into her. She let out what sounded like the beginnings of a scream that got lost somewhere on its way out. She dug her nails into my back as she took in a sharp breathe and came at the exact same moment I did. As we both came down slowly from the high of our orgasms we kissed again. I began to roll off of her, but we seemed connected so that when I rolled onto my back, she came with me. She stayed straddling me like this with my cock still inside of her. We slept this way all night, as well. And in the morning, when I began to grow again in my sleep, I woke up to her gently rocking back and forth on my erection and moaning softly.