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Re-Awakening

By: billywiggins



It came as a bit of a shock, but I can't say a completely terrible one. Andrea and I had just made love, and were lying in one another's arms in the warm afterglow. She had made some small talk about how it must be terrible not to have experienced an orgasm, or even to have sex for years and years. I wondered where she was going with it, when suddenly she sat up and looked at me, and asked me if I could consider having sex with her mother.

Apparently they had been having a bit of a heart to heart, and her mother told her that she had not made love to her father for over twenty years and missed it terribly. She also related that even when they had enjoyed a fairly regular sex life she had never had an orgasm. I know that is the sort of thing any mother and daughter might discuss, but I'm not sure how she came to offer my services. She just said that her mam had been so sad that she wanted to help her somehow. Of course, not having a cock she couldn't help her directly, but she said she would see what I thought of it.

I wanted to know that my fidelity wasn't being tested, so I replied that if that was what she and her mother really wanted we could discuss it. Within a couple of days we had talked about it, and laid plans for the big event. Lillian (my mother) told her husband, Stan, that she was going up to our house for the evening. She often did this as usually I was out on a Saturday night, as was Stan, and they would sit and gossip over a bottle of wine. 

I had planned the whole thing carefully, knowing that Lillian would be very nervous. When she got here, Andrea took her straight upstairs to get ready while I prepared things. I had bought a lot of candles and arranged them around the room, and now went round lighting them, and scattered a few throw cushions in the middle of the floor. The light created was just right, not bright enough to cause any embarrassment, but enough to see what we were doing. I took the bottle of wine I had bought for the occasion out of the fridge, opened it and placed it on the tray with the glasses, and put the film we had selected to watch in the video.

I sat on the sofa and sipped my wine while I waited for my wife and her mother to come back downstairs, previewing the coming activities in my mind. Just thinking about it was enough to give me quite a hard-on, and when my two women came back into the room it was making quite a tent in my tracksuit bottoms, under which I was not wearing any pants. I didn't try and hide it – what would be the point – and Andrea grinned at me while behind her Lillian gave me a nervous smile, her eyes locked onto my crotch. They were both wearing dresses that buttoned right up the front, and high-heeled shoes. They both sat on the other sofa opposite me, and I switched the overhead lights off and started the film.

I had chosen the film quite carefully. It wasn't exactly pornographic – no explicit shots of erections or anything – but it was very erotic with some good love scenes. As the film got underway I took an opportunity to watch the two women seated across from me. Andrea seemed very calm, sipping her wine while she waited for the action to begin in the film, but her mother by comparison was very nervous. I noticed that her first glass of wine went down in a couple of gulps, but Andrea filled her glass up for her again, and as the alcohol began to take effect she seemed to calm down. It probably helped that she doesn't normally drink, so a couple of glasses had quite an effect on her.

As I watched them I tried to work out what they were wearing under their dresses. I had only put two conditions on the evening's event, the first of which was that they would both wear the sexy lingerie that Andrea knows I find so appealing. The second was that I would make love to both women, Andrea first, in the presence of the other.

I turned my attention back to the television as the noises emanating from it indicated that there was some good sex going on. A tall, slim, large-breasted woman with long blonde hair was bent over the dining table, dishes and cutlery flying everywhere, while the muscular hero of the film got stuck into her from behind. It was pretty realistic looking, especially when she turned around, lay back on the table and wrapped her legs around his back when he entered her again. He was licking and sucking on her titties, and banging away for all he was worth. 

Andrea, while my attention was diverted, had begun to unbutton her dress from the bottom, pushing it aside so that I could see her crossed legs. She has the best thighs I've ever seen, and I love it when she crosses one leg right over the other. The effect was heightened by the fact that she was wearing her lacy top stockings, and as she loosened the last button and pulled her dress open, I could see that she was wearing her basque. She looked at me and smiled alluringly as I sat rubbing my hard-on, and I gestured to her to do the same to her mother's dress. 

I half expected her mother to protest as Andrea began to undo the buttons on her dress, but I was wrong. She just sat and looked at me as the bottom buttons were loosened, but when Andrea spread the skirt to reveal her legs and lower body, she started on the top buttons herself, opening the dress so that I could see her breasts encased in Andrea's laciest Victoria's Secret Bra. In fact, she was wearing the whole range of Victoria's Secret lingerie that I had bought Andrea; bra, panties, suspender belt, and another pair of lacy stockings. 

I couldn't believe my luck as I sat and admired them, my hand now gripping my cock tightly through my tracksuit bottoms. Lillian is not the most attractive woman who ever lived, but I could certainly see where Andrea got her figure. Even though she was getting on a bit her legs were just as long and shapely as Andrea's, and well toned due to the fact that she walks every day. The only drawback was the varicose veins she suffered from, but they were mostly hidden by the dark, almost opaque, black stockings, which is one of the reasons I insisted she wore them.

After letting me look for a few minutes, in between watching the frenetic fucking on the telly, Andrea stood up and came over to me. Standing before me she pulled her dress apart and held it out of the way while she slowly pulled her panties down. She turned around as she did so, bending at the waist and wiggling her arse at me as she stepped out of and discarded the unwanted garment. Still holding her dress back she sat down on the arm of the sofa next to me, her crossed legs draped over mine. Very little was left to the imagination, and as she leant over to kiss me I added to the overall effect by pulling down the cups of her basque and exposing her breasts. 

After we had kissed for a little while I broke off to turn my attention to her tits. I have always enjoyed sucking on her breasts, and soon had her nipples erect as I flicked my tongue around them. While I nuzzled her bosom, my right hand was busy stroking her legs. Starting around her ankles I slowly traced a path up to her thighs, stopping briefly when I reached her stocking top to caress the bare flesh. As I got towards the business area she opened her legs, putting her left foot onto the floor so that I could get my hand in easily. She was already quite wet, and I rubbed at her clitoris briefly before slipping my fingers into her pussy.

I was watching Lillian as I finger fucked her daughter, and I could see that her attention was torn between watching the film and what Andrea and I were doing. I thought that she wanted to concentrate her attention on us, but was still a bit hesitant about watching too openly. At that moment Andrea slid her hand into my trousers, pulling the waistband down enough to get my cock out. It was very hard by now, and fairly sprang out from the elastic. As she took hold of the shaft and started to wank me her mother was unable to keep her eyes off us. All thoughts of the film were forgotten and she was riveted on my prick. 

I thought it was time to get down to the real business so I told Andrea to stand up and I took my trousers off and moved along to the middle of the sofa so there was plenty of room for her legs either side of me. Climbing up onto the sofa, she lowered herself onto my cock as I held onto her arse. She wasted no time and was immediately heaving herself up and down on my shaft. Lillian couldn't take her eyes off us, and I slipped Andrea's dress off her shoulders and threw it out of the way so that her mother had a good view of my cock sliding in and out of her daughter's pussy. It was obvious she was enjoying the sight, and as I watched her she uncrossed her legs and, hesitantly at first, began to rub her pussy through the material of her panties. I was a little surprised by this, but very pleased as it boded well for what was yet to come. 

I wanted to get a little closer to her, so I told Andrea to go and kneel on the sofa next to her mother. I sat and waited, playing with my cock, while Andrea walked over and knelt where I had told her to, leaning over the back of the sofa. As I watched she stuck her arse out and wiggled it at me, telling me to come over and get it back up. I did as I was told, and resting my knees on the edge of the sofa I quickly got on with the job. 

Still fucking away at Andrea I reached out with my left hand, gently encouraging Lillian to move her legs further apart so that I could get my hand in. Slowly I eased my hand down her panties until my fingers were through her pubic hair and resting on her clitoris. I just left it there, not wanting to take things too fast, while I continued to thrust into Andrea. 

I could feel that I was about ready to come, and I pulled out and told Andrea to lie back on the sofa, with her arse on the edge. I knelt on the floor between her legs, and before fucking her again I bent down and licked at her pussy. I licked roughly at her clitoris for a little while before thrusting my tongue up her crack. This lasted for a couple of minutes until I straightened up and rammed my cock back up her. I took my hand out of Lillian's panties and told her to kneel beside me for a closer look. The position we were in allowed her an excellent view of my cock pumping in and out of Andrea's pussy, and I wanted her to see everything. I just got her there in time as I felt my orgasm burst through me, and I thrust myself hard into Andrea, feeling the familiar powerful sensations as I did so. Pulling my cock out when it had almost finished spurting, I wanked briefly, shooting a few more drops onto my wife's tummy, before she leant forward and licked the last drops from the end of my penis.

Needing time to get my breath back – although not my erection, which never wavered – I sat back on the cushions and looked at Lillian. I told her to stand up and she did so, coming to stand in front of me. I had decided that for her first time we would use the standard missionary position, utilising the cushions for comfort. I asked her to fully unbutton her dress, and then slowly push it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her fingers were shaking somewhat, but she got the buttons undone, and soon the dress was lying on the floor. I then had her unfasten the bra and throw it away, and finally asked her to slowly pull her panties down her legs. I don't know whether she was just too nervous to look at me, but she copied what she had seen Andrea doing. As the lacy knickers were pulled down past her thighs she turned around and pushed her arse out at me. She even went a bit further, standing with her feet slightly apart she bent right over, lifted one foot at a time, and pulled the panties over her shoes. Of course as she was bent over I had a wonderful view of her pussy lips, and I couldn't wait to get a closer one.

When she was naked but for her stockings, suspenders and shoes, I stood up, took her by the hand, and led her to the cushions on the floor. Looking into her eyes I went to my knees, pulling her down at my side until she was lying on the rug while I knelt beside her. I kissed her briefly, without much of a response before moving down her neck to her chest. Each nipple in turn was taken in to my mouth and suckled, flicked with my tongue, before I kissed and licked my way down between her breasts to her stomach. I lingered here also, planting many kisses and probing my tongue into her navel.

As my mouth journeyed southwards I debated whether or not to engage in a little oral sex. I thought it might be a bit much for Lillian, bearing in mind that she hadn't made love for so long. In the end that was why I decided I should. I wouldn't overdo it, but I wanted to make sure she was well lubricated so there would be no discomfort or pain when I penetrated her.

My mouth now moved down her stomach, past her suspender belt and down to her thigh as I slid one hand between her legs and eased them further apart. Very slowly now I moved towards her sex; trailing my tongue along her inner thigh and then moving through her bushy pubic hair until I was gently licking at her pussy. She was already quite wet, and I only licked at her pussy for a little while before sliding my tongue up and licking at her clitoris for a minute or two.

Finally I decided that she was ready, and kneeling beside her I asked if this was definitely what she wanted. In reply she reached out and took hold of my erection with her right hand. As she looked at me she rubbed the fingers of her other hand up and down her pussy, and told me that she wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything else. 

Taking one of the nice plump cushions I told her to spread her legs as far as she could, putting her feet as flat to the floor as possible. When she was in this position I got her to lift her bottom off the floor while I slipped the cushion underneath her. This was partly to make the angle of penetration more comfortable for her, but also because I find it very sexy. Still on my knees, I shuffled round her leg so that I was kneeling between her raised knees, my erection just touching her bare buttocks. Taking my cock in my hand I eased myself forwards slowly, easing the tip of my shaft between her lips as I went. I took my time, inching forward, and I slid in easily with the lubrication that my tongue had provided. When I had penetrated her fully I paused, letting her become accustomed to having a cock in her pussy after all these years, while I sucked at her nipples for a moment. 

Taking my weight on my hands and knees I began to withdraw from her, still moving very slowly until I was nearly all the way out before plunging back into her. I went in this way for some time, moving very slowly and deliberately until it became apparent that Lillian was becoming very aroused. Her face and chest had become very flushed, and her nipples were quite hard. Taking this as my cue I took my weight backwards until I was sitting, Lillian's nylon clad thighs round my hips. Almost imperceptibly at first I began to increase the speed of my thrusts. Still not wanting to rush it took a couple of minutes before I was really banging into her, increasing my speed as Lillian's level of arousal rose.

I was really fucking her by now, spearing my cock into her at a great pace. Her hands were constantly on the move, first round my arse, pulling me into her even harder before squeezing her own breasts and then caressing my chest and arms. She was breathing hard now; little gasping moans escaping her every time I pumped my cock back in, spurring me on even faster. Suddenly her hands locked around me, pulling me in to her as a powerful orgasm surged through her body. I continued to thrust into her for as long as I was able, but as she came she wrapped her legs around me as well, clamping me to her so that I was barely able to move. I gave up trying to fuck her, and settled myself with sucking on her tits while she rubbed her groin into mine, sighing and moaning loudly with pleasure. Gradually the feeling of ecstasy abated and she removed her limbs from around me until she was lying totally relaxed on the ground.

As soon as my movements were no longer restricted I slowly withdrew my penis from her pussy before sliding my tongue all the way down her body, past her suspender belt, and into her pussy. I've noticed that Andrea's clitoris is so much more sensitive after she comes, in fact once I even managed to make her come orally, and I decided to see if her mother was the same. My searching tongue quickly sought out her clit, and within moments I was licking away as if my life depended on it. I knew I was in the right place, because as soon as I exerted any pressure Lillian let out what was almost a scream and pushed her groin into my face.

Her arse was still on the cushion I had put there to fuck her on. As I tongued her sex I lifted her stocking-clad legs up and put them over my shoulders, tilting her cunt up to me so that I could finger her while I licked her to another orgasm. It didn't take very long either; I had barely started frigging her when once again her legs were clamped around me. This time they were crossed around my head, and she rubbed her pussy into my face as she came again.

Eventually her passion subsided and she uncrossed her legs from around my head and lowered them to the floor, allowing me to move away from her. Quite tired now, I pulled myself over to the sofa where Andrea was sitting and climbed onto it next to her, lying back with my eyes closed. She was sitting with her still stocking-clad legs crossed, and of course I still had an erection pointing to the sky. As I sat getting my breathe back Andrea began to stroke her hand gently up and down my torso, gradually working her way down until her hand was circling my cock. In a matter of moments her fingers had encircled it and she gently worked its length in her hand. 

I heard Lillian moving, and when I opened my eyes she was standing before us, watching every move Andrea made with me while her own hand played with her pussy. I could tell she wanted some more, and sure enough she asked if she could have it again. I said she could, but she was going to have to sit on me as I was knackered. Andrea got up to make room, and her mother placed her knees to either side of my thighs while I held my cock up for her to sink onto. Within moments she was settled on my lap, my cock once again buried inside her snatch. 

She was very awkward at first, and Andrea had to help her, putting her hands round her mother's hips and regulating her movement until she got the hang of it. She started off very slowly, lifting herself up before sliding back down onto my lap. She soon got the hang of it though, and within a minute or two was heaving herself up and down at quite a rate. Once she was away Andrea sat back down beside me and I just lay back to enjoy the ride. 

It wasn't very long before I had my breath back and wanting to play a more active role. Reaching up I took hold of Lillian's titties, squeezing them and pulling gently at her nipples. When I had her nipples swollen I sat up, changing position slightly so that I could take them in my mouth again, suckling gently at them. 

I was enjoying myself, but it lacked something, and I decided to take matters into my own hands again. I told Lillian to stand up, and stood up behind her. I told her to stand on the sofa, feet just on the edge, and lean over so that she could hold the back of the sofa. She was a bit hesitant at first, but she did it, and as she leant over to grasp the sofa her arse stuck out wonderfully. It also put her just at the right height so that I could enter her without bending or stretching myself. I wasted no time in getting my cock back up her pussy, and just started to fuck into her straight away. 

I took hold of her hips, putting my hands under her suspenders, and pulled her back to meet me each time I thrust into her. She loved it, and was soon pushing herself onto me with no help at all, leaving my hands free to roam her body. I squeezed her tits again, before running my hands down into her groin and rubbing at her clitoris with my right hand. She seemed to enjoy that, judging by the intake of breath, so I continued to rub it while my left hand roamed down to her thigh.


Re-Awakening



Jillian steadied the step ladder as Josh reached still higher into the attic to push in the last few boxes. The attic, among many things, held Jillian's summer and winter wardrobes. She was finishing her semi-annual changeover with Josh's help. It was an intense spring and she knew that summer was close at hand. Josh was special to Jillian and the son to her best friends, Becka and Jimmie. They lived right next door and shared a common back yard. 

Jillian had witnessed Josh's maturation evolving from just a young, cute lad to a full blown high school hunk who could drive a car, drive a golf ball, drive a sail boat and from what she could see, drive the young ladies quite giddy. His boyish charm remained even though he was now a senior but to Jillian, he would always be her little man; or so she thought. She knew Josh had a crush on her and from a very early age. When not at home, Josh could most likely be found at Jillian's with just about any reason to be there. 

Josh stood close to the top of the stepladder and was just pushing in one of two remaining clothes cartons. As he stretched, Jillian held the ladder base so he could not push the ladder out from under himself. It was not the safest move but with two people, it would work. As she craned her neck looking up to see how this tricky maneuver was going, she sighted right up Josh's baggy gym shorts and to his crotch more because this was aligned to the task at hand. She peered more closely unsure of what she saw.

"Josh...what are you wearing under there?...Are you wearing panties?" she asked with a certainly already in her voice.

Josh froze on the ladder afraid to make even a slight movement. For what assuredly was no more than a second or two Josh reddened completely and stayed put.

"Josh? Are those panties?"

"Ummm...yes. Yes they are. Miss J, I don't know what to say other than that I am so embarrassed!"

"Josh come down here. Come on."

As Josh descended, Jillian continued to look upwards to confirm.

"Josh, tell me what's going on?"

"Miss J..." was all he could say looking down at the carpet. His face remained fully crimson and he clasped his hands to his front, fingers laced in some sort of effort to hide his embarrassment and what lay beneath. "I can't say why. I just can't. 

She took his hand and led him to the bed where she sat down. Josh remained standing directly in front of her clearly uncomfortable with this situation.

Without a word, Jillian tugged the gym shorts half way down, careful not to expose him but wanting to confirm her assumption. As the shorts came down, she saw a panty, laced trimmed, and very much like a pair she owned.

"Josh, where did you get these?"

"Please Miss J, I am already embarrassed. You know where they came from, don't you?

"I will ask the questions. Are these mine?" she intoned with a slight cast of surprise in her voice and an inquisitive wrinkle now on her brow?

"Please Miss J...I promise I won't do it anymore!...okay?. I don't know what got into me."

As she stared, she noticed that he was reacting to the situation. His staff was beginning to peep up and rather than leave him to further embarrassment, she snapped his shorts back up and sat there unsure what to do next. 

Josh was her favorite neighborhood kid. He took care of her place as she travelled, feeding the cat and helping her in the yard. He was a great young man and part of her family in a way. This last year or so had been very difficult for Jillian. Josh and his parents, Becka and Jimmie, had been tremendous in showering her with support. A year and a half prior, she had just opened a letter telling her that she could not get pregnant...ever. And as she re-read the letter, a Marine staff car drove up and stopped in front of her home. In that moment, she found out she had lost her husband and best friend to an IED in some place she could not even find on a map and now she would not and could not ever bear their child. She collapsed.

Josh Steadman and his parents, Becka and Jimmie, had looked after her in the ensuing months, helped in making all the arrangements and generally seeing that she was recovering. They had evolved to a very comfortable open door relationship. Her recovery had been a long and difficult process with a result that the Steadmans had become her family. 

Jillian was now reinserting into her professional career as a highly sought environmental consultant which saw her crisscrossing the US. Josh contributed to her career by allowing her to stay away, sometimes for a week or more and knowing her Sylvester the Cat was well fed and her home safe. He sometimes stayed in her home while she was gone. 

Her core competency was to either protect a globally shrinking wetlands habitat (her preference) but more often than not it was to see if a formerly pristine wetland could be reclaimed. The latter was difficult since a healthy wetlands habitat supports a vast ecosystem of plants and animals, mostly unseen by humans. Once stressed and degraded, re-establishing a truly healthy biome took decades if at all. She likened the process to a dike breaking and flooding the backlands. Yes, one could certainly plug the dike but the damage done would take years from which to recover. Because of this, her practice stressed prevention in favor of cure since habitat destruction was typically terminal.

Health exuded from her. She was fortunate in that, to the eye, one could see she was in great physical shape yet she possessed a feminine layering that allowed her to stand in two distinct kingdoms: that of a jock and well as a nubile woman. Most women possessed either one quality or the other. They could be a true physical specimen but with this came a bodily leatheriness where the tits were too reduced and the lack of body fat resulted in a flinty texture. Yes they could claim fitness but lost on the feminine front. 

Jillian possessed the stamina and character of an athlete but her feminine charms were always apparent from her green eyes, jostled sandy hair which lightened with the sun, tanned features, plump breasts, tiny waist, round bottom and torchy legs. Her Floridian home base fostered these attributes allowing her most of the year to enjoy a climate in tune with her liking. She was envied by both men and women alike. It was difficult to state her most attractive feature in that each contributed to a phenotype void of shortcoming, long on generosity and complete in that the impression one observed was that of endless possibilities. 

Jillian was of a slightly different breed. As an example, she purchased her shoes not to hide ugly feet but because she found them attractive. So many women used adornments to cover some flaw. Jillian's anatomy required neither cover-up nor camouflage. Her clothes were simple but only of high quality. If she wore make-up at all, it was not to diminish a large nose but to compliment an outfit. And while this was all fine and good, her preferred attire consisted of cargo shorts, flannel shirt, light hiking books and B&L aviator glasses as her domain was the out-of-doors and in situations where a wetlands fiasco was to be averted. Yet her underthings remained very feminine; a bit of a secret known only to herself...and now Josh too? She regarded herself as feminine in her core with all this implies. 

"Josh, I am not going to talk to your parents...at least not yet. I don't know what I am going to do. You're wearing my panties aren't you?"

"Yes I am", eyes still downcast.

"Let me see."

With this statement, Josh looked up into Jillian's eyes and reddened yet again. He stood and slipped off his shorts, piling at his feet, leaving the panty in place.

Jillian looked at what he wore. In her head she thought they looked very cute on his teen frame but she kept her face unemotional. 

The panty was mostly see-through with a very thin material and slashes of lace at the legs and waist. His anatomy was clearly visible through the material and his shirt did little to hide her panty. 

"Okay" was all she said.

His growing erection was obvious. The fact that he was standing in front of a woman whom he had had a crush on for so long, and in her panty, was almost too much for his limited experience. He tried to cover his erection with his hands but Jillian simply stood and said, "let's get the last carton into the attic."

"What about my shorts?"

"Get up there and I will hand you the box." She ignored his question.

Up the latter Josh went wearing just the lace edged panty and a tee. He was both embarrassed but highly charged at the same time. As he strained with the box, and as Jillian steadied the ladder, it gave her a chance to inspect Josh in her underwear. She had to admit that he looked cute. His buns, now evident, were both muscular and boyish. His frame outpaced his emotional maturity and as she studied his tush and package, she marveled at how large (and stiff) he was at such an age. Her panty was tenting outwards. He was turning into a handsome young man and would be quite a prize one day. She chided herself for having such thoughts and felt the beginnings of a smoldering from deep within; a feeling on hold over the last year and a half.

They finished the task in quiet neither speaking a word. Now downstairs and with Josh back in his gym shorts, Jillian simply said, "Thank you Josh. I won't say anything but we will need to talk about this. I don't know if I am comfortable with you going through my drawers (she winced at her choice of words) and helping yourself to my underwear. Do you understand what I am saying?"

"Yes Mam...thank you mam. I won't do it again. I, uh, I still have your panties on...what should I do?" He looked at her with boyish sincerity.

"Bring them back later and don't forget to feed the cat!" With this, she took him by the chin and raised his face such that she could look into his eyes. 

"Josh...we'll be fine, okay?"

He turned and walked out the back door, through the bushes and to his home.

CHAPTER TWO

That evening, as Jillian sat in the hot tub just outside her bedroom sliding glass door and hidden from view, she sipped a crisp Chardonnay and thought about what had transpired. She was naked with a constant stream of bubbles tickling her back and the occasional bubble that every once in awhile rose through her legs and tickled her most delicate part. As she thought about the entire episode, she began to laugh. In some ways it was sweet, confusing and sensual all at once. If one good thing came from this, at least the mystery of the missing panties was solved. Jillian always purchased her panties and bras in matching sets. She felt far more feminine this way and it made her feel a bit pampered. She had thought her high tech washer was eating her panties as she always seemed to have more bras and fewer panties. And yet the missing panties seemed to always somehow show up. Mystery solved. Josh!

With eyes closed she decided that the best thing to do would be to read up on the subject. Josh was more than a neighbor and a bit of the son she knew she would never have. To overreact or to react with insufficient knowledge would jeopardize her relationship. For the moment, she would relax and let the heat melt into her.

That night as she slipped between the sheets, her skin was hyper sensitized from the combination of shaving her legs and the hot tub. The sheets agitated her nipples and skin in a pleasant fashion. She wondered if her vibrator still worked. She reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled it out. "Oh good, the batteries really did hold up" as she reminded herself that new ones were in order. She was already a bit on edge as the vibrator found it's target and as she squeezed her nipples, she was gently pushed up the precipice and nearing the edge. It took so little time having preferred this area remain dormant for so long. "Had Josh been in this drawer too? Good heavens!" She thought about Josh's body up the ladder and convulsed into a deep orgasm that spread from crotch to extremities much as a flooding tide with no nook or cranny left unmolested. Awash for an extended time as her body refused to end its convulsions having been without for so long, the tide finally withdrew leaving her breathless and tossed upon the shore. Sated, she cupped herself between her legs and drifted to sleep. 

CHAPTER THREE

"That was one of the funniest things I had ever witnessed" trailed James "The guy was totally unprepared for the speed of the boat but he did it anyway. And while it wasn't the most graceful dismount, I've gotta' give it to him..."

Jillian, Becka and James had been reminiscing of another time; a time when there was always four in their get-togethers. A time when they were inseparable and constant companions. The boys sailed, rode dirt motorcycles and enjoyed cars. They were friends from college. But while JJ, had entered the Marine Corps upon graduation, James had pursued law school. On weekends, and as time allowed, they were still kids verbally punching in a brotherly fashion, never seemingly serious but would defend each other to the ends of the earth. Their ladies were a natural addition to the badinage and became seasoned members of the troupe. They did everything together. Becka and James were doing a fabulous job raising Josh. He was developing into such a fine young man. 

When news of JJ's death permeated the group, it was a series of very somber faces and depressing talks. But over time, the shroud lifted to expose a group of still close friends who would now reminisce of earlier times and paid tribute to their fallen companion by never allowing his memory to fade. 

Becka surveyed the landscape and felt the sunlight on her skin. She was wearing sunglasses sitting directly across from Jillian. The early spring allowed then to all wear shorts and light clothing with the sun now enriching the color on their too pale skin. After a quiet moment, Becka was the first to speak and opened up a new line of conversation. 

"Jill" Becka began, "I am leaving with Josh for a few days to visit SoCal. We leave this afternoon. I have fixed you and James a couple steaks and veggies for the grill and you will find a special dessert in the house."

Becka shifted in her lounge and raised her sunglasses so that they perched upon her forehead.

"James and I have discussed this and this was my idea. You know you mean so much to us and while we know you are still healing, we think it would be good for you to think about dating again....I know, I know...you will do it in your own time but it's been a long time Jillian."

"Thanks Becka" Jillian was interjecting but was cut off by Becka.

"Let me finish honey. James and I were talking. This weekend while Josh and I are gone, I want you to take care of my husband. Take care of him ..."

Jillian studied Becka's face and looked over to James. He sat, legs stretched out into the deck with his 6'4" frame requiring much of the available space. His hands were laced behind his head and he remained impassive.

"Becka and Jimmie, are you suggesting that..." and again she was cut off

"Jill baby, what I am telling you is that I have fixed a dinner for my two favorite people and I am leaving my man in your capable hands."

The words hung in the air as Jillian reasoned the implication. "You guys, that is a sweet offer and I know your intentions are only the best, but I simply couldn't, I just...it wouldn't be right. You have such a great relationship and I..."

It was difficult for Jillian to articulate the conflicting thoughts she was having all at once. They were best of friends, they were neighbors, he was best friends with her husband, what about after? There were simply too many logical reasons to decline. Rather than debate the point, Jillian simply stated that she could never do such a thing but the offer was one of the sweetest and most heartfelt she had ever heard. She reached across the table and squeezed Becka's hand and got up to leave. 

"You know I love you but I cannot accept." Jillian was now sitting up straight. The B&Ls made it impossible to read what may lie within her eyes. "I don't know how to react to this and I can see so many problems after the fact. And if anything were to jeopardize our relationship I would not survive. You guys have been central to my life." 

She stood up and kissed them each on the cheek and bounded down the stairs. Her shorts giggled as she hopped to ground level. James yelled after her, "dinner at 7" as she disappeared between the bushes that separated their homes.

Jillian spent the afternoon running errands, She had been travelling the past week and had to pay bills, drop off laundry, wash clothes, buy some new items, clean house and generally get caught up. 

As she ran her errands, she thought about the morning's conversation and whether she should have a steak with James tonight. James was a delight to look at. His tall, lean physique was typically wrapped in runners' shorts, the very thin ones that are short and wispy. Whenever he sat in them, his tanned and cabled thighs were visible right up to the top. He tended to always wear black shorts and black tees, sometimes tank tops. He had learned at a young age that staying lean and having long duration for his running was far better than carrying around muscle. His discipline worked well for him as his fitness was perceptible and underplayed. His shorts did little to camouflage the bulge between those thighs; for a long time, she disciplined herself to never (or at least seldom) allow her gaze to drift down. If caught, she would be so embarrassed. He was pleasant to watch as he walked...or did anything really. When combined with his hawkish features and dark, moody eyes, he was a walking, talking 9...maybe 9.5. 

Jillian confessed to herself that he was a beautiful specimen and she felt a mild electric current in her psyche as she thought about Becka's offer. This current was flowing in a southerly direction. She worked to dismiss it but it warmed her ever so slightly.

As a final errand, she swung by Nordstrom's to see what might be new for the season. As she walked through the departments, she saw summer outfits, and one in particular that looked so sexy and she pictured would look great on her. If she was to go to dinner that night, it would be the thing to wear. Perhaps she should try some on. 

She found Mica, her long time sales person with whom she liked and asked to see the outfit that had caught her eye.

"Hi Jill. It's been awhile. If you like this, there are two or three others by the same designer. Let's get you a changing room and get you started. You are a 4/5 regular?"

"Thanks Mica. If you see something else, bring it over."

This was pretty typical of the two. Jillian always liked how Mica dressed: young, sophisticated and a touch of sexy. Their tastes were similar. Mica always brought Jillian up to date on her schooling, boys and pretty much everything. Time typically flew as they talked and tried on this and that. 

She began disrobing, once behind the closed door, down to panty and bra. As she slipped on the first outfit, she felt a bit risqué as the combination overtly hugged her curves and she knew that underwear was out. The raw silk tube top squeezed her breasts up into a perfect V and allowed for a bare midriff. The shocker was the tight but slinky shorts. They hugged her buns so nicely yet the legs flared out to be quite open. Could she wear panties or even a thong with these? VPL would ruin the effect.

Mica was back with more outfits. 

"It's me. Open up. See what you think of these," and hung them on a hook.

Mica turned to survey, from top to bottom, the outfit on Becka. She had a hand on her hip and the other hand touching her lip and gently tapping. 

"I like this one but I am wondering if I am wearing it right?"




Re-Awakening



"Okay, first let's lose the bra and underwear. Come on."

Jillian had learned long ago there was no use in arguing with Mica. She knew fashion and being naked in front of her was pretty standard. 

With bra gone and having kicked away the panty, she stood naked looking for the outfit. Standing directly behind Jillian, she threw the tube over Becka's head and shimmied if down to her tummy. 

"Arms up."

As Jillian complied, the tube was raised over her nipples but just.

"Arms down."

From the top, Mica reached into the tube and adjusted her breasts so they were properly pushed and lifted by the stretchy silk all the while surveying her work in the full length mirror which stood just in front of Jillian. Mica's face was visible over her shoulder. She then reach in from the bottom, placed her hands just under her breasts and pushed up until her aureoles were just covered by the tube. She held them in place as she surveyed her work. 

"You want to just cover your aureoles. Some of my customers prefer just a touch of them peeking. It can look good but I view it as a fashion faux paux...just trying a bit too hard."

Mica nudged up her globes until there was two slight darkeing marks signaling that the aureoles we uncovering.

"What do you think?"

"Mica I think I need them covered. I don't think I could wear this if my nips were showing. I not brave enough."

Having her breast held by Mica was having a serious effect on her. She thought about further discussing the matter just so Mica's hands would linger longer.

Mica's hands slipped out and moved to the top again to make a final, more conservative adjustment. Still, Jillian's cleavage was on display and her chubby rack was a startling site.

"Jillian's you have beautiful breasts...what I wouldn't give to have them..." 

Mica trailed off as she found the next item. Jillian smiled internally at the double entendre. It felt nice to be held from behind as she recognized she was on a slow boil. She could feel a weakening between her thighs as her legs felt a bit rubbery.  

Mica then added the diaphanous shirt over the tube top and tied it at the waist. The result was a shimmering effect over the dark raw silk tube. Wow! She made a few adjustments and simply said, "perfect!"

Even though Mica was all professional, the assailing of her breasts was leaving an impression on Jillian. She wondered if Mica enjoyed doing such things. 

"There. What do you think?"

"I think I like it but will my boobs fall out?". 

"Try shaking and bending over. Hop a bit. I have sold this ensemble to several of my regulars and have had zero complaints."

As Jillian complied, she realized she was still naked from the waist down but having completed the test, her breast remained covered but the top had shifted down a bit. There was an element of risk but the way the outfit heightened her bust, she felt the risk acceptable. 

"How about the shorts?"

Mica knelt down and held the shorts open for Jillian so she could step in. Mica's face fell directly in line with Jillian's bush. Mica was now in front of Jillian and was holding the shorts open for Jillian to step in. Jillian wondered if her scent was obvious. She also thought Mica leaned in a bit further than necessary to help her step into the shorts. Once done, she pulled them up and zipped the side zipper and hook. Mica's index fingers slipped into the waist and quickly went front to back insuring the waist was properly in place. She stood up, stood back and looked at her creation.

"Jill, you need a trim girl! My word, this looks great on you! You have the perfect figure to pull this off. Look at you!" She stepped forward, made a few minor adjustments and then stood to the side for Jill to survey. 

The black contrasting shorts hugged her tush perfectly and even followed the pattern in between her buns. It almost looked as if her buns were naked the material so closely conformed to her anatomy. As snug as these were in back, they were very loose up front showing nothing of her womanhood but with flaring leg openings she could almost appear to be naked should she chose. She loved the way linen hung and she admitted she looked very sexy. As she looked in the mirror, she agreed that a trim was in order. There were wisps of pubes peaking from both sides of her crotch. She turned sideways, front and back. She had to agree she looked hot. She knew also that as she walked in these shorts, her buns would have that nice tight giggle that men found so appealing.

"This is definitely for entertaining at home" continued Mica. "Is something up?" she queried.

"No, nothing really". She wondered if this was true. "I'll take it. I'll take all three. By the way, I need some bras and panties. Fun stuff. Is there anything new in?"

"Tons of summer items just arrived." The girl stood back and scanned her figure again. 

"34B/C and a medium?"

"Um-hum...but mostly C."

"And I am assuming no underwire for summer."

"Yes that would be perfect!" As she thought for a moment, "Sets only. For each bra, bring me two panties and if there are matching thongs and boyshorts throw in some of them as well...about a half dozen sets. And if you have anything frilly or see-through...perhaps matching camisoles...oh you know what I like. Surprise me." 

"Your wish is my command. By the way, you know you have a gorgeous little figure." And with this, Mica flew out of the changing room and continued her mission. 

Jillian redressed and stepped out with her ensembles. She wondered if Mica was flirting at all or if she was just so horny and past due for any attentions. She might misinterpret a hand shake. Mica was always professional. Perhaps she was just too sensitive right now. Still the thought of Mica's hands on her breast sent a shiver through her body. She had enjoyed it. 

She wandered through the store a bit more and found her way back to Mica's station. 

"I included some fun cottony stuff and things you can put on in the morning that are both cute and sexy. See what you think. I added more sets than you wanted. Bring back what you don't like. And I brought over a few pair of sandals that I know will work well with this designer. Six and a half, right?"

Mica knew her best customers. It was why she had so many repeat clients.

"I'll take them".

"Do you want to see them first".

"I trust you."

She wondered if Mica might also pick up on this entendre as well? Jillian had never been with a woman but she could not deny that her body had reacted.

Ten minutes later, she was walking to her car with bags, boxes and outfits shrouded in wrap and flung over her shoulder.

With one last stop on the way home, she had her hair stlyed and nails done in a vibrant color. Not typical for her but why not try it she thought. She noticed the salon offered waxing services. She asked if there was a wait. As it turned out, she went right from nails to wax.

As she sat on the waxing table, she was a bit nervous. But as the little old gal waddled in, she immediately placed herself in her competent hands. She decided to have just a nice tuft of hair above her pussy with the rest bald. Very clean. 

It was momentarily painful but the results were spectacular. She giggled as she saw her body did not give the slightest reaction to granny even though she had complete access to her nether parts. She was radiating femininity and with a quick razor to her legs once home, she would be ready. She couldn't help but notice how her panty now rubbed her such that she had a mild arousal. 

"But ready for what?" she still wondered.

CHAPTER 4

As the afternoon was drawing down, Jillian had tried on her new outfits and decided to wear the one that had originally caught her eye. With the shave and waxing, her skin was hypersensitive to touch. Any material dragged across her skin felt very cool and electric. These all delivered subtle messages that converged between her legs. Umm it was nice.

To calm herself, she cracked open a Rombauer Chard and began sipping at 6:15. She thought this would be a good time to dress (undress?) and insure her hair, make-up (very minimal) were just so. She did not know if she would be able to go through with this. She also knew that if she did show up for dinner, it was a clear signal to Jimmie that she was a willing participant. 

She slid into her shorts and led them up her legs. The material felt almost erotic as is danced into position. She looked at her buns while standing on tiptoes. Nice. Running and exercise did pay off. She stayed in just the shorts for a while savoring their touch. She noticed that as she walked, the material around her legs danced against and tickled her skin. You get what you pay for.

Sipping the wine, she experimented in sitting in the shorts. If she crossed her legs, would she be exposed? Did she care? They certainly ran up but her thighs were a delight to see. As she moved around, she was glad that she had waxed if for no other reason than the insurance.

She had a naughty idea. She though about leaving the tube top off and simply wearing the shimmering blouse tied round her waste. She giggled realizing the wine was working as she tied the knot and looked at her reflection. The shirt has an obscuring pattern with the sheen but her aureoles and nipples could be seen if not easily imagined with the shirt alone. And the loosely gathered top of the shirt would open. She liked that she really needed no bra as her breasts were high and the only way she could describe them was 'plump'. While not huge, they were quite full and rode high. She knew they were incredibly soft to touch as she often caught herself doing just that. 

She would shimmy in to tube top too but the phone rang. It was Becka.

"Hi Becka, how are you."

"Good"

They chatted small talk for a few minutes but at the end of the call, Becka asked her if she was going to have dinner with James. She did not know what to say really. She took a big gulp of wine and said probably not. She said she lacked the courage to go through with it.

"Jillian, honey...James would be heart broken if you did not come. Be a dear and keep him company at least. For me? Please?"

"Say hi to Josh for me. Love you Becka."

With that, they hung up.

The call had been a bit unsettling to Jillian. She was being asked, almost told to have sex with this very desirable man next door. And from her best friend! Jillian realized that the thing to do would be to have dinner, clean up and then excuse herself. She knew Jimmie was a gentleman and a great fried. And even though the offer was to get her reinserted into a regular life, she was probably capable of this on her own. 

The wine and the call combined to make her forget about the time. When she looked at the clock, it was quarter after seven.

"Oh dear!" she exclaimed. And she put on her new sandals, grabbed a bottle of wine and briskly walked out the back door.

CHAPTER FIVE

"I had about given up on you" James offered as Jill walked up the back stairs.

The Steadmans had a great deck with a built in bar-b-que. There were lots of very comfortable deck chairs and lounges in which to park your body and with overhanging trees and landscaping, the setting conveyed a feeling of repose.

A full moon created many shadows in much the way am impressionist would capture swaths of lights and thereby form a picture. 

She bounced up the stairs, gave him a peck on his cheek, wiped off the lipstick while giggling and said, "where's the cork screw?"

"Inside left drawer on island."

As Jill walked towards the door, James surveyed her attire. Those shorts gave him a slight rise and it appeared she had on just a see through shirt with nothing else. Was this the Jillian he'd known for so many years? James was pondering tonight's events with interest. His crotch was already getting into the mood.

Inside, Jillian busied herself with a cork. As she popped it out, she felt her breast bounce a bit with the sudden release. This was all it took for her to realize she had never finished completely dressing. "Oh my goodness, I forgot the undershirt!!". Between the wine, the call and the time, this final step had simply gone undone. Forgotten.

There were just two options. She could run home and try again or she could just go with it; act as though it was her intention all along. As she mulled these over, she looked out to Jimmie. He was on the grill and dressed very casually. He had changed into his evening shorts apparently...longer and looser. The light was waning anyway. She felt safe in spite or her sartorial dilemma. This decided, she picked up two glasses and her wine and went out of doors to rejoin him.

"I brought you a glass Jimmie" using her familiar term for her friend. It sounded more boyish.

She placed both glasses on the rail, poured and handed him a glass.

"What shall we toast to?"

James responded, "Re-awakenings?"

Glasses clinked and each had a long draw of some good stuff. James set his glass down and set Jill's aside as well. He stood in front of Jill, took her hands in his and raised them up over both their heads. He gazed her up and down a few time exaggerating his interest.

"Jill, I just want to say that I have never seen you look lovelier than you do at this moment. Your eyes, your smile, your toned little body. And where did you get this outfit? You may be my most beautiful song of summer my dear."

With this, James gave her a short kiss on her lips and pulled her in for a long hug. 

"You're beautiful...so beautiful."

Jill loved his encircling arms. As she stood smashed against his frame, her arms around his waist, she felt she would never move again. Here she was safe, protected and cared for. Jimmy knew her, her moods, her joys and her sorrows. She was loved by this man. She held on as they rocked ever so slightly back and forth. One of her legs was between his and they rocked. She could feel his manhood reacting to the hug. The skin on their legs was already touching and transmitting signals to each other. And with the skimpiness of her attire, one could say she was already nude and in his arms. She knew he was feeling her poking nipples as they rocked. She also knew that he must be feeling his erection pushing between them. She didn't care. She wanted the security of this embrace no matter...no matter any consequences.

"Jimmie, we are supposed to be lovers tonight? How do you feel about it?" She said this in the simplest of inquiry. Her head remained tucked into his chest, arms wrapped and with eyes closed. She still rocked just perceptibly feeling her nipples rub his skin and an erection that lay between them.

"Oh Jill, I have loved you for so long anyway, I don't see much difference except we may try something new."

"We have been friends for so long. Are you sure there is chemistry?"

" Look up at me."

She did as instructed.

"Close your eyes."

Still in his embrace, he gazed upon her face as moon beams would allow. Such youthful beauty translated in an open face of innocence and trust moved him.

He leaned over slightly brought his mouth next to hers and simply traced her lips with the tip of his tongue all the way around until they were uniformly moist.

Taken by surprise, Jillian let her hands drop to her side. She had no intention of moving but somehow with her arms neutral, she conveyed her submission to James in this moment.

Her mouth warmed to the tease and she found that she was seeking to find the next zone where he might dab his tongue. She did not move but just stood, face up, eyes closed, with hands at side. 

James looked at her again as he pulled back. Her shirt was covering little as her breasts peeked out. Her nipples were as rock candy. He knew his erection was pushing firmly against her but still they held on.

As he leaned in again, he used his teeth to delicately pull on her top lip followed by a gentle tongue and did so on many areas across her mouth. Still she stood almost motionless with up tilted face. He could see that when he stopped she moved her yearning mouth in micro movements seeking his out. Her pelvis moved in a slow almost imperceptible rhythm as she discretely cradled his burgeoning rod across her tummy.

In one last oral gyration for the moment, James leaned in and with his dexterous tongue, parted her lips but rather than invade her mouth, chose to swing his tongue in the spaces between her teeth and cheeks. The sensation caused a slight sigh to escape her. 

With this, James ended his interview with a woman who at one time had wondered if their friendship would stop further possibilities. 

"As I was saying, I think our friendship adds to the possibilities. Hand me my wine, would you please?."

Jill was still standing there, arms akimbo. Her eyes just now opening. She simply purred in response. As she regained her wits, she saw she was almost naked. Her breasts might as well be out and about. She was thinking James had left a nice wet spot on her tummy and she definitely had her own spot in the making. No...friendship would not be an inhibitor. 

CHAPTER SIX

A chasm had been crossed and in those few moments both knew there was no barrier as to what could occur. Jillian resolved that she would have fun, be unafraid and honest and if Jimmie led her to bed, she just might do it. 

But there was a dinner to prepare so they both sprang to action. 

James finished grilling steaks and was in the kitchen loading plates while Jill fluffed up the salad that was in the fridge. It would be a simple meal. Even light. This was probably best considering they may both need agility some time later.

She noted during James' tongue play that he had a big one. A very big one. Her first thought as she felt it pinned between anatomies was "like father like son". Must be a genetic thing. Fine with her.

She kicked off her sandals and was barefoot. Looking in the fridge for this and that...stretching, reaching and bending was having an effect on James. While he tried to be discrete, it was almost too much to see Jillian in so little trying to do so much. 

Jillian decided to use her new outfit fully to her advantage. She would not go out of her way to be indecent but she would let James see her no matter the situation. 

"Let's eat outside" Jill relayed. "I've got the wine and salad, you bring the plates."

With this she was disappearing out the back door with James just espying her tush as it disappeared around the corner. 

When he arrived, he saw Jill had swung a lounge out straight and laid it flat. She had placed their glasses on one side on the deck and on the other, the salad bowl. She straddled the lounge such that her legs were spread wide with her feet touching the deck one on either side of the lounge. 

James maneuvered to sit down facing her leaving room for the plate; one now held in each hand. As he balanced and landed, his shorts rode up high and with his legs splayed as hers were, his member poked down one side laying adjacent to his thigh. With hands full, he could do nothing. 

"You're fine Jimmie". She made no effort to hide her looking. Her attitude was completely casual as if staring at his cock was the most natural thing to do. 

He set the plates down; one in front of her and one with him. What he noted was that with both their legs opened wide and with dinners plates set before them, it was easy to view each other's nether parts without being obvious. And it was comfy too as the position stretched their muscles and was quite relaxing. 

Thus settled, dinner began. Since they had a long history, there was no limit to the subjects they covered. They laughed and sipped wine. 

They both learned that as they reloaded their forks, they could look at each others crotch and enjoy the view. Jill was glad that James had not covered his penis. It was there for her to see and enjoy and added a sizzle to the meal. It moved on its own from time-to-time slightly swelling at times and then returning to rest. It was hypnotic. The head of his cock was more Darth Vader than mushroom. She preferred the sci-fi look as it struck her as far more set for purpose. She was amazed at how it would advance and retreat very much dependent on the conversation. 




Re-Awakening



She knew she was equally exposed but cared not. She wondered and even hoped Jimmie was enjoying her naughtiness. She knew her wetness was close at hand if not already obvious. She could sense her aroma when the breeze was just so. Could James? 

As she was talking with her fork non-chalantly stabbing at the air for emphasis, and in mid-sentence, she glanced at James' member and saw a clear pre-cum droplet dangling from the tip. With a smooth motion, she loaded a piece of steak to her fork and reached it over to James' cock. She swept up from below catching the droplet on the steak and popped it into her mouth with not so much as a break in conversation. James watched this act and said, "That may be the sexiest thing I have ever seen."

"It seemed a shame to let it go to waste. Do you mind?" She giggled.

"Not at all" James conveyed with a sly smile that radiated from his face.

With this, James stabbed a cherry tomato and in a similar move, reached it out to the leg of her short-shorts. In her stretched position, her gusset had pushed to one side and with the tightness the material afforded, James, for the last hour, had a view not only of her pussy but just a touch of the pinkness therein. It was positively glowing now and radiated a liquid sheen. 

He swiped the tomato from bottom to top without being forceful. As the tomato's arc ran over her clitty, she shivered. It was not missed by James.

He took the tomato and placed it between his lips and then leaned in to Jillian. She took the queue and leaned in as well. They both grabbed the tomato in their teeth and bit. Some juice squirted onto James's lip but Jill was on it with her tongue capturing all of it. With their mouths now together, Jillian tested the waters by extending her tongue between James' teeth, They parted and her tongue was met by his. They lightly danced together and with a slight snack, parted. 

"Becka said something about a special dessert, didn't she?" she voiced.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Finishing up over the sink, Jillian and James had made quick work of cleaning up from dinner. When she was done, and while still staring into the sink, she asked, "Jimmie, will you make love to me tonight?" 

She said this in a way that implied she might be rejected. She stood there, eyes downcast, awaiting a reply almost afraid to move.

Rather that say anything, James came up behind her and with Jill's hand still in the sink, he wrapped his hands around her breasts and kissed the back of her neck. He inhaled her sweet scent as he molded her breast to his hands, found her nipples and gently alternated squeezings. 

Eyes closed, Jillian let out a perceptible moan and felt a definitive heat now radiating outwards from her pussy.

Internally, Jillian relaxed and knew what awaited her. She leaned back into James and with her hands moving behind her, they found the waistband of his shorts and dexterously slipped inside and down. She did not grab him but rather kept her hands straight and simply glided them, quite slowly and teasingly up and down his shaft. Sometimes just with her fingernails. With each cycle, the stroke was elongating to keep in synch with his tumescence. She had learned that when making love, it is not speed but rather tease that would engender the strongest reactions. If James was to be her lover this night, she would make sure that she used all her skills to keep this man, her friend, on a plateau of pleasure. 

As if on queue and in unison, James' hands departed from her breasts and slowly ventured south. As they approached the target, his touch softened such that his fingers danced around the area first, getting fully wetted in her juices, before gliding repeatedly across her almost hairless anatomy. He was gentle but masterful.

And as she stood in the kitchen, she separated her legs to allow a more generous and unrestricted access. James could have her. Anything he wanted. It had been far too long since she had been touched in such a fashion and she was clearly running in a deficit mode. Regaining her sexual equilibrium would be a task for the two of them. 

"Jimmie, promise me something right now, would you?"

"Anything."

"My pussy hasn't been used in a very long time. I can feel how large you are and you feel so nice in my hands." 

With this she turned around facing James and looking into his eyes while at the same time pushing her hands below his waist band, this time she wrapped both hands distinctly around his member, one on top of the other. With her thumb, she kneaded the top of his penis careful to use the natural lubricant his staff afforded. Her thumb was making lazy circles around the rim and occasionally parting the tip to dance within. Heat radiated into her hands and she could feel herself being drawn to him like two magnets inextricably tugging towards each other. She marveled at the size of the shaft and how full she knew she would soon be. 

"Promise me you will fill me but not hurt me. I am so hot already but warm me properly so I can take you all in. I need you deep inside but the size of you is...maybe daunting?"

James looked into her eyes and simply said, "Tonight it's all about you. We will take our time, we will explore anything you desire and when you leave tomorrow, you will leave knowing you were well laid and very naughty."

She smiled, stood on tiptoes, and kissed him.

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Come on" he said simply.

It was all the prompting she needed. He took her hand and walked her to the darkened living room and sat her down. He walked around and lit a few candles, disappeared momentarily. When he returned, there was very soft background music with a raspy saxophone at center stage. It was the kind of throaty music that beckoned libidinous behavior. "What next?" she wondered as James stood her up and sat down with her standing in front of him. 

He sat on the edge of his chair, legs apart and pulled her into the ring of embrace. As he gave her the lightest kisses on her tummy, he held her from behind; one hand on each thigh and gently drew circles on her skin. The action was almost the suggestion of touch changing from moment to moment as his fingers skipped, teased and worked up and down. 

Kisses were enhanced with his tongue which traced across her tummy and caused her to convulse in delight but she tried stayed put; not squirm. She watched as he applied his ministrations. His hands drifted lower but also ranged higher such that he was now tracing across her buns through the silken shorts. Between the front and back titillations, she could not decide on which thread to pay attention. Focusing on both might be too difficult. 

As she stood in his hands, tongue and the moment, she was unaware that somewhere in her reverie her shorts were coming down. Even though she was a captive of sorts, she could feel the rush of red to her cheeks as she knew any remaining apprehension was about to be stripped from her.

So slowly he tugged, one side then the other. But as the waist circumnavigated the roundness of her buns, her final modesty cascaded to the floor never to return. 

Fully exposed, she looked down again to see James' tongue begin to explore her depths. As his tongue glided along the outside of her delicate anatomy, she had to close her eyes to steady herself. Her legs became rubbery as she doubted her resolve to stand at all. She was losing this bsttle. 

"Jimmie please, can I lay down? If I don't and soon, I will surely tumble over."

In moments, she was laying on a cozy blanket. James was between her thighs such that all she could see was his thick mane of hair. He pushed her apart still wider and delivered a full lick, bottom to top across her now engorged lips. She was reminded of the licks she would give to an ice cream cone when a stray rivulet was running down the cone. Her shutter was obvious to both and because she had not been touched for so long, she felt the first urgings that she was building momentum that would cause her, and soon, to explode.

James could sense this as well and knew she needed some quick relief. He focused his tongue into exacting circles around her clitty for just a few more minutes. Her pelvis gyrated and was lifting to dance with his tongue. As he sensed her nearness, he sucked in her clitty and gently bit and licked this most swollen and sensitive of areas. It was all that was needed to send her off. She clenched his head between her thighs, screamed and convulsed rocking them both through her fits. James paced himself such that he squeezed the complete orgasm from both her groin and mind after which she lay there now relaxed and breathing heavily. 

James now laid on top of her in a classic missionary pose. Knowing that she would never be as relaxed as she was now, nor as wet, he took his hand and lined up his fully erect self and gently began the process of easing in.

Jill knew James was entering her but chose to keep her eyes closed and remain relaxed. Her breathing quieted as she wondered how her body would adapt. Could she take him all in? Would he cleave her in two? 

As he gently continued to inch in, her natural lube performed precisely as it should and even though she was tight, she had to admit that this fullness was a blessing. Yes she was stretching but not uncomfortably so. She wondered how much more there could possibly be but still James pushed in and she did not move as the invasion progressed. She fought her natural inclination to push back, to take it more aggressively only because she knew what she was internally embracing. James was expertly feeding her pussy and she knew this was not the first time he had dealt with his size. She chose to defer to him and his words to not hurt her. In the meantime, this was nice! She moved a hand to her tummy and rest it there. She thought she could feel her hand rise and still more was taken into her womb.

Soon she felt his hips touching her on his inward thrust and knew he would soon bottom out and with one final push and wiggle, he asked,

"Are you okay?"

She opened her eyes and looked into his and then looked cross-eyed. Both giggling, James did not move other than to imply a touch of motion by simply rotating his hips. He chose to let her become nicely comfortable with her stuffing and knew the best method was to talk while he began an almost imperceptible mini-insertion all to warm her and let her innards accommodate this intruder. 

The two of them combined to create a slippery mixture that coated her lining and his shaft. She had just one observation though. His size and girth caused her clitty to be openly exposed such that his movement created a direct line to that area of the brain that interpreted such stimulation. She wondered if perhaps it would not be his size at issue but rather her fully exposed clitty?

As they talked and laughed, Jill had not noticed that James had begun a rhythmic motion staying low on her anatomy. He intentionally stayed away from her clitty, at least for now, and would embrace this area only when he felt the time was right. Even with this level of attention, he would sometimes stray and rub her such that she convulsed under him. Each time she would smile into his eyes letting him know she was fine.

And so over 30 minutes of warming and care, Jillian was now taking in a full thrust if not a hard thrust. Their bodies knew lube to be essential, particularly at this time, and delivered a perfect amount. 

Jill was now actively engaged in fucking her friend back meeting each thrust with her own and together they climbed the granite precipice knowing that the ultimate goal was to hurl themselves back down but only when they would do so together.

Any reservation Jill may have had was now allayed. Her insides were fully accommodating and even welcoming this violent intrusion. Reading her well, James shifted his body more forward such that as he continued, her clitty would be actively engaged in the process that was surely to build.

Jill could feel this new and vibrant sensation and for as much as her pussy said yes, her clitty was far on the opposite tack. She knew her body's opposing forces would meet somewhere in the middle such that with resolve, she simply wrapped her arms around James' chest and held on. She wanted to feel her body scream for mercy but how it went about it, she was unsure. Would her pussy win this one? Would her clitty succeed? Or would they combine forces? 

James could feel her spasm as her nerve endings began to coalesce and recruit still others. He divined that it was now time to fully press on. He knew she was now surrendered to his way as she breathed hard and hung on. Their chests slid together coated in sweat. Harder he went and still harder as she now lifted off the rug and slammed back. With such forceful delivery, she leapt for a deep dive into the pool of orgasmic bliss.

She took no notice as she screamed in compliance to her pussy. Combined with her sucking in still more air, James fell as well and tumbling end over end as he raced to the bottom. He held in place to insure she could grind against him as she squeezed all of her orgasm out. 

They were done. Spent. Collapsed. Round one was completed.

As they recovered, it was James who intoned that move was afoot.

"Are you doing okay?"

"I am. Thank you so much James. I haven't come so hard in such a long time. I hope I didn't embarrass myself". She looked at him after saying this to gauge his reaction. 

James paused at this utterance.

"I don't think you've ever called me James."

"You were always my boyish friend next door. But now you're James."

"James has more for you...come on."

He led her upstairs to the big bedroom. 

Inside, she saw that James had already set up something on the king-size bed. "He knew I was coming over tonight." It was a triangular shaped pillow, wide and about six inches at its highest point. He was adjusting it now.

"James, I have to pee."

"You know where the head is"

She didn't bother closing the door. She sat down, back straight, legs together and let her urine gush forth. In no way did she want James not only filling her up but pushing on her bladder. She might just pop she thought.

As she wiped, she was careful to leave as much semen in place knowing it would be a great lube for what must surely lie ahead. She smiled inwardly as she heard a dollop fall from her and hit the water. "There must be a lot" she thought. As she surveyed with her fingers, she was glad that she had no obvious soreness. Their bodies were meshing very nicely with James keeping his promise to protect her. She loved him for this and everything else.

When she re-entered the bedroom, James had just spread a sheet over the pillow which she could tell was just on the edge of the mattress.

"Jillian, it you will allow me, I want to fuck you silly. But I want you to promise to let me be in charge. In fact, if you will do as I tell you, I think you will be quite happy. Are you game?"

She looked into his eyes and saw am impish light. He was smiling far broader than his mouth showed.

"Tell me what to do," was all she said.

He brought her in close to the edge of the mattress and bent her over such that the pillow on top of the mattress met her on her tummy and lifted her into the air. Her feet were just barely on the ground but carried no weight. The net effect was that her butt and pussy were tilted up at a lurid position such that she was completely exposed and fully vulnerable. 

"James, do I look as naughty as I feel?" she asked as she craned her neck to look behind.

"Oh absolutely. But this is perfect. You have a gorgeous little bottom and your back door looks sweet. Don't worry though..." he trailed.

He bent in, and starting on her pussy, he drug his tongue up the slit, and continued right up the crack of her fanny such that her sphincter felt the pressure of his tongue. She squirmed not only at the intense feeling this produced but because she felt incredibly naughty that a tongue was probing here. She was both greatly attracted and perhaps a bit repulsed at such massage. She assumed it to be just a one-time lick...sort of a way to get things going. But James has sensed her squirm and decided to explore here for a bit. Perhaps he could push a limit here...sort of create a new area or eroticism if she had never experienced it prior. 

James knelt down on the floor, between Jillian's spread open thighs. Her anatomy lay open such that staring with her blood-engorged clitty, he could see his semen oozing out her pussy and as his eyes roamed upwards, her brown anal bud was moist and just pulsating a little telling him she was keenly aware of something underway.

He placed his hands on the outside of each thigh, just resting there and bent in to kiss her bottom. Just light kisses on the outside and broad circles with his tongue. His fingers unconsciously began the dance of kneading her thighs and began to roam up and down their length.

As his hands rubbed any tension from her being, his tongue began to spiral into decreasing circles which Jillian calculated would ultimately find her button. 

She was at once nervous but the thought of him paying such attention to her back door anatomy was causing her to drip with anticipation. What would he do? Could he really? 

In no rush, and sensing her now if not at ease at least open to his ministrations, she moaned as the combinations of sensations coalesced into a dropping of convention and thrusting her into the moment of passion. She began to respond to this tongue and deftly moving fingers.

Small gyrations emanated from her pelvis with James' tongue doing no more than orbiting her bud. But with each rotation, the circumference was shrinking. Jillian knew her bottom was going to be explored by this tongue. She was finding that she wanted to relax her muscles such that this tongue could probe in as unrestricted a fashion as her anatomy would allow.

She arched her back and at the same time her own hands migrated to the sides of her buns and she found that she was spreading her bottom all on her own. She pulled her buns apart as James' tongue, with a decaying orbit, struck home in such a way that he pushed his tongue inside her...deeply. His tongue raked her tissue and began to fuck her opening in a gentle yet forceful manner. 

Jillian pulled her buns still wider knowing how lascivious her action was but not caring as this poker probed her behind. She picked up on its rhythm and rocked into his face heightening this new sensation.

In the moment, she had not perceived that one of James' fingers had managed to find its way to her clitty and was gently stroking in synch to his tonguing. It was too much and she spilled over into an orgasm that flowed from front to back circling her ass, to pussy and back. With a final push onto his tongue, she fell from it and into the bed which caused his tongue to vacate. All she could do was moan as her bud spasmed with her clitty. 

James was getting up to brush his teeth and lightly wash his face. He loved what he had just done. In fact, the act was a standard part of his repertoire. But in no way did he want to offend this woman.

"James, where are you going" she inquired raising her head off the pillow. Even with his back to her she could see the head of his penis dangling between his legs. It bounced nicely.

"Just going to brush my teeth..."

She cut him off before he could finish. On wobbly legs she was stumbling across the room towards him.

"James if you can take me like that, the least I can do is meet you somewhere in the middle." With this, she was in his arms and kissed him hungrily; mouth fully open. She next took her tongue and licked all over his face. She finished by tenderly kissing him on his mouth once again. She stopped and looked up into his eyes, "I taste pretty good don't I?" It was a statement and not so much a question. She was naughty and she knew it. Her eyes flashed conspiratorially with a subdued grin held on her lips. She had just tried something quite new and surprised herself by liking it.




Re-Awakening Ch. 02



Thanks to everyone who left feedback on the first story. Sorry this one took so long in coming, hope it was worth the wait. Don't forget to tell me what you think.

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Lying in bed that night with Andrea I wanted to make sure she was entirely happy with what had happened and that she wanted Lillian and me to continue with our new relationship.

"Of course I do," she told me emphatically, "It took me a long time to persuade my mother that this was a good idea. She really enjoyed herself tonight you know. We had a little chat when we went upstairs to get changed afterwards. She was very impressed with you; God knows I've told her often enough how insatiable you are, but I think she didn't really believe it until now. She told me she'd never experienced anything like that before, and was adamant that she wanted it to happen again."

"And that's OK with you, is it? I mean you really don't mind your mother and me screwing whenever we want."

"No, I don't. I've never seen her so happy and excited in my whole life, and I couldn't ask you to stop now, even if I wanted to. To be honest with you, I find it very arousing myself. I keep thinking about what happened tonight, seeing my husband lying on top of my mother, sticking his big cock in her, and it's got me very wet. See for yourself."

As she said that last she took hold of my hand and placed it in her groin. As my fingers slid between her legs and sought out her pussy I could tell that she was indeed very wet. The flow from her sex eased my way as I slid two fingers into her pussy. She moaned as my fingers entered her, moving her legs further apart as she pushed herself up to meet my questing digits. She placed her right hand on my belly, sliding it slowly downwards, pushing it through my pubic hair until it encountered the rigid shaft of my penis. Her hand quickly encircled it, squeezing hard as my thumb began to rub at her clitoris. Andrea looked at me as I continued to fuck her with my fingers. "Put it in me now. I want it in me again." No sooner had she asked me that I lifted myself up, easing in between her thighs as she opened her legs wide for me. Her hand never let go of my cock as I moved, and she guided me into her as I slowly pressed myself forward. I slid in easily, and her legs came up to grip me and pull me into her as I slid fully home. "Do me," she whispered into my ear as I pulled back to thrust back into her, "Do me hard, make me cum now." I thrust back into her hard, knowing she was aroused and wanting it now. I fucked her quickly, no finesse, just rapid pistoning strokes of my cock as I brought her to a swift orgasm. She continued to whisper into my ear as my cock pounded into her; telling me she loved me, she loved my cock, she loved me to fuck her. I was ready to cum myself now, and as I felt the familiar surge up my loins and into my cock I thrust forward one last time, burying myself deep in her cunt as I released my cum. Her own orgasm hit her moments later, and her breathy whispers built almost to a scream as her passion was released. Her arms came around and held me tight to her as my cock jerked inside her, spurting the last of its sticky load into her pussy. 

Eventually Andrea let go of me, and I rolled over to lie beside her again. "That was very nice," she said, stroking my chest idly, "It's no wonder she said she wanted you again tomorrow."

"What's that?"

"My mother. She asked if we would be coming down for Sunday lunch tomorrow, and when I told her we would be she asked if it would be okay for you and her to do it again."

"I hope you told her that would be fine."

"I certainly did, as long as I get to watch if I want to."

"We might let you, but you'll have to be good."

"That's a shame; I was thinking it would be more fun if I was bad... if we were all bad."

"You might be right. If that's the case I'd better get some sleep. It looks like I'm going to be busy tomorrow."

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I had always enjoyed going to Andrea's parents for lunch on, but on this occasion I found myself in a state of nervous anticipation. I wasn't sure what to expect when we got there. I know Lillian had asked Andrea to make sure we would be there, but now she'd had a night to think about what had happened between us. What if she had decided that what we had done was wrong and she wanted no further part in it? I would be very disappointed by that. I had enjoyed our liaison very much, and was looking forward to building a relationship with Lillian, making up for the time she had lost, helping her to grow and become a passionate, sexual woman.

I needn't have worried. As usual when we went into the house Lillian came to greet us, kissing Andrea on the cheek. When I went to kiss her she turned her head to the side so I actually made contact with her slightly parted lips. It was only a very brief kiss, but it was all the reassurance I needed that Lillian wished to continue with our rather special relationship. We went into the living room to say hello to Stan, Andrea's father, and sat down to watch the TV while we waited for lunch.

We had been sitting for ten minutes or so when Lillian called out to me from the kitchen. "Ian, can you come and get the strainer down for me please?" It was not an unusual request, being the tallest person in the house I was often called upon to reach items from high shelves. I went into the kitchen, smiled and Lillian, and reached up to reach the strainer from where she indicated. As I stretched up Lillian came to stand behind me, putting her arms around my waist and pressing herself to me. "I want to thank you for what happened last night," she whispered into my ear, "It's been so long since I was with a man that I almost forgot what it was like."

"It was my pleasure," I told her, "I'm sure I enjoyed it as much as you did."

"Maybe." She moved her right hand down my body as she spoke, until it was pressing against the bulge she had created in my jeans. "I've never told anyone this, not even Andrea, but I wanted you the first time she brought you to meet us. It's a shame I had to wait so long, but it was worth it. Nobody has ever made me feel quite like that before."

"I'm glad you liked it. I hope you like it just as much this afternoon."

I set the strainer down on the bench and turned round to face Lillian. Quickly, fearing my father may come into the room, I kissed her properly. Her moist lips parted for me and I slid my tongue teasingly along them. I broke off, smiling at her, and reached up to gently squeeze her breasts before going to back to the sitting room with the others. It was only a few minutes until lunch was ready and we were called to the table to eat. Stan and Lillian sat at either end of the table, and I sat at Lillian's left hand side, with Andrea beside me. All the time we were eating Lillian had her leg pressed against mine, and at one point actually lifted her leg up and draped it over my lap, her foot pressed against my groin. A couple of times I managed to put my hand under the table, as if I was rubbing my leg, and lightly stroke my fingers up and down Lillian's calf. 

At last lunch was over, and as Lillian began to be the dishes, Stan put on his coat for his Sunday afternoon walk. He always took his dog for a walk after lunch, and this was what Lillian and I had been waiting for. As soon as the door closed behind them I was on my feet and walked over to Lillian. I reached out and took her hand, pulling her to her feet; without saying anything we headed for the stairs. "Enjoy yourselves!" Andrea said to us as we passed her, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do. I'll probably be up in a little bit to see how you're getting on."

I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned to Lillian. "You go up first, but stop when I tell you." She did as I asked her, and when she had gone up enough steps to bring her backside level with my face I told her to stop. "Now, move your feet apart so that they are as wide as you can get them on the stairs." Once again she did as she was bid, and when she had her feet against the walls on either side of the stairs I placed my hands on my ankles. She was wearing the sensible, flat shoes and tan-coloured tights that women of her age seem to be so fond of, and I slid my hands slowly up the back of her legs until it came to the hem of the skirt that extended halfway down her calves. I didn't stop there however, and my hands continued their upward journey, pausing briefly to caress the sensitive area at the back of her knee as her skirt gathered on my wrists and lifted up to expose more of her shapely legs. Lillian shivered deliciously as I gently pressed my thumbs into her knee-pits before moving on higher. I spread my fingers to cover as much of her legs as possible as I ventured further up her firm thighs. I stopped again at the swell of her buttocks, squeezing them in my hands before sliding one hand between her legs to rub at her sex through her tights and panties. After a moment I moved it back to join its mate as they travelled up until they were resting on her hips, her skirt held up by my arms to completely expose her long legs and arse. "Take hold of it," I instructed her, "And keep it up there. I want to watch your legs and your arse as you walk slowly the rest of the way to your bed." She began to walk up the stairs again, and as she did so I reached out with my right hand, slipping it between her thighs so that my fingers rested against her sex as she walked.

When we got to her bedroom she stood before the bed and I stood behind her and put my arms around her, my fingers seeking out the buttons of her blouse. I quickly had them all undone and slipped it off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor between us. As soon as it was out of the way I loosened the hook and eye fastening of her bra, and she held her arms out in front of her so that I could slip it over them and off her hands. I briefly cupped her breasts in my hand, letting their softness fill my hands before they travelled slowly down her stomach to the waistband of her skirt, loosening the fastening and telling her to let it fall to the floor when I had done so. I then asked her to lean over and put her hands on the bed. Dropping to my knees behind her I put my hands on her arse again. "Let's get these bloody things out of the way first," I said as I pushed my fingers through the flimsy material of her tights and pulled. They ripped with a very satisfying sound, a large tear opening up over her arse and running down the back of one leg. I followed the rip, widening and lengthening it until it extended down to her ankle. I turned my attention to the other leg, repeating my actions until it was also almost completely bared and then took hold of the waistband, pulling it down her legs. At last I was able to remove the ruined garment completely, as she lifted first one foot and then the other for me, and throw it across the room.

Still kneeling behind Lillian, I ran my hands back up her now bare legs until they encountered her panties. They definitely weren't as sexy as the ones she had been wearing for me yesterday, and I soon had them pulled down and lying around her ankles. I was now able to caress her naked arse, and I ran my hands softly over her buttocks, caressing them gently before my left hand slipped down between her thighs, just the tip of my middle finger sliding along her lips and into her pussy. She was already very wet, and my finger met no resistance as I gently fucked her with it. As Lillian began to moan softly I took my finger out and sought her clit, finding it among the soft folds of flesh and rubbing it. Lillian's breathing quickened and small gasps escaped her as I rubbed at her faster. I knew she was close to orgasm now, and I wanted to taste her while she came. 

"Turn around and sit on the edge of the bed," I instructed her, and told her to open her legs when she had done so. Leaning forward I pushed my face in between her thighs and ran my tongue up and down her labia before pushing it as far up her pussy as I could get it. I fucked her with my tongue, relishing the taste of her juices, before withdrawing it and seeking out her clitoris. It was already erect, and as my tongue found it she groaned aloud, pushing her cunt into my face. "Oh God, that feels so good," she told me, and I could feel her body quivering with the approach of her orgasm. I brought my hand up from beneath me, two fingers easily penetrating the slick wetness of her hole. Her breathing quickened as I lapped at her, and I could feel the walls of her cunt contract around my fingers as her orgasm began to power through her. And then she was cumming, her back arching, pushing her pelvis into my face as the powerful feelings surged through her body. 

As her breathing slowed and she relaxed back onto the bed I stood up and began to undress. I pulled my T-shirt over my head, and quickly got rid of my shoes, socks and trousers, so that I was standing before her in just my shorts. They might as well not have been there, so little did they do to hide the erection I was sporting. I moved forward until I was standing right in front of Lillian, and taking hold of her hand I placed it on the bulge in my underwear. She squeezed it gently, and as I smiled encouragement at her she slipped her hand into my shorts, taking hold of my cock and pulling it out through the opening so that it was exposed to her gaze. "It's beautiful," she whispered as her hand moved up and down my swollen shaft. "Would you like me to suck it?"

"Yes. Do you want to?"

"I do, but I've never done it before, what if I do something wrong?

"I honestly don't think you can, almost anything is good, as long as you don't bite it. To start with just kiss it, on the head. That's right. Now lick it, just pretend it's a lollipop, lick all the way up from the bottom, and then take the end into your mouth; clamp your lips around it and move it your head back and forth, just like I'm fucking your mouth. Yeah, that's good."

I let her fellate me for a couple of minutes, my hands clenched in her hair as she worked on my cock, but I soon had to tell her to stop, fearing that she would bring me to my climax too soon. She took my cock out of her mouth and as I took my shorts off she lay down with her legs off the side of the bed. Standing between her legs I put my hands behind her calves, lifting her legs up and pressing my body up against hers. I asked her to guide me into her, and she took hold of my cock and nestled it against her hole as I slowly pushed forwards, sliding myself into her gently. She let go of my cock as it sank fully home, her hands coming round my waist, pulling me into her, wanting all of me inside her. I paused, grinding my groin against hers, pushing my cock deep into her, before slowly pulling out and sinking back into her wet pussy. As I fucked her slowly, entering her fully on each plunge, I bent down to kiss her breasts, licking each of her nipples erect in turn before taking them into my mouth and suckling on them as Andrea had done so many years before.

I started to thrust a little harder now, still moving slowly as I withdrew but driving back into her with more impetus so that our bodies slapped together as I plunged back into her pussy. I let go of Lillian's legs and put my hands on her hips for stability as we fucked, and as I did so she brought her legs up and wrapped them round me, crossing her feet behind the small of my back so that she could squeeze me without impeding my movement.

We fucked. And each time I slid my cock into her hot, wet cunt she moaned and her hands gripped my waist, digging her nails into the flesh there. Her breathing was coming in quick, shallow gasps now, and I increased the tempo of my thrusts as I sensed she was near to orgasm again. She looked up into my eyes as I pounded into her, "Yes, do it, do it faster...I'm...yes, yes I'm cumming." The last fading away into a breathless moan as her orgasm took her. I kept pumping, my hands now squeezing her tits as I felt my own climax near. Within moments of Lillian I too was cumming, grunting as I felt my seed flowing from me in a series of convulsions, each slightly weaker than the last until I was spent, collapsing to lie on top of Lillian.

Neither of us had been aware that Andrea had been watching almost from the time I had entered Lillian. She had stood quietly outside the bedroom door, intent on the scene that had been playing before her. When we were finished she had come into the bedroom and sat on the bed next to where I still lay between her mother's legs. She kissed both of us – her mother got a chaste kiss on the cheek whereas I got something more intimate – and told us that we looked incredible together. We all lay together for a little while, just touching and being close to each other, before we had to get up and put our clothes back on so that we would be back downstairs watching the television when Stan came back.

********** We quickly settled down into a pattern very similar to this. Sunday afternoons were spent at Lillian's house, where unless the weather was too bad to allow Stan his walk, Lillian and I would retire upstairs and further our knowledge of each other. She quickly became a very confident lover, eager to learn what pleased me, and also what I could do to please her. On the rare occasions when we were balked by the weather Lillian was very frustrated and invariably found some excuse to come to our house later that evening, so much did she enjoy our sessions that she was loath to miss even one. 

In addition to Sunday Lillian invariably found another opportunity during the week for us to get together. She had always been a fairly frequent visitor to our house anyway, but as I'm sure you can guess these became a lot less about a cup of tea and gossip with her daughter. What also helps is that Lillian lives just over the road from where I work, and I sometimes pop over for 'a bite to eat' at lunchtime. In fact the first time Lillian was waiting for me as I walked down to the shops and almost dragged me back over to her place to see to her. Apparently Stan had gone to the pub after his dinner, and she had seized on the unexpected opportunity. We enjoyed ourselves so much that we arranged for Lillian to send me a text message on my mobile phone whenever Stan went to the pub after dinner so that I could go straight to her house without wasting time

I got one of these text messages at work one day, about four weeks after our relationship had begun, telling me that Lillian would appreciate a visit at lunchtime Stan was going out and she had something special that she thought I would like to see. It was a just before midday when I got the message, and I spent the next half hour or so walking around with a permanent erection, trying to imagine what I would find when I got there. When break time finally came around I quickly washed my hands and almost ran down the road to go and see what Lillian had in store for me. A couple of minutes later I was walking down her driveway and opening the front door. I closed the door behind me, turning the key that was in the lock, and went to look for my lover. "I'm in here," a voice called from the living room, and I walked down the hallway to go see her. She was reclining on the sofa, her legs stretched out on the cushions, and she smiled a greeting at me as I walked over to her. She held her arms out towards me and I sat on the edge of the sofa next to her, leaning in to kiss her as she put her arms around me and held me tightly to her. Her lips parted slightly as we kissed, her tongue darting in to touch mine briefly before withdrawing as we broke apart and I sat back to look at her. "Well, here I am. What is it you want me to see?"

"Stand up and I'll show you," and as I did so she began to loosen the buttons on her blouse. "Andrea and I did some shopping on the internet. It's amazing what you can get, isn't it? What do you think of this?" As she loosened the last button she spread her blouse wide, showing me the obviously new bra she was wearing. It was red, silk and lace, and just barely covered her nipples. 




Re-Awakening Ch. 02



"It's very nice. Is that everything, or is there anything to go with it?"

"Oh there's more. Keep watching." I did, and, still lying on the sofa, she reached down to take hold of her skirt and began to pull it up her legs. This brought my gaze lower down her body, and for the first time I noticed that she was wearing heels. I'd never seen her wearing anything other than flat shoes, but I suppose she must have had some in her wardrobe. They weren't especially high heels, perhaps three inches, but they were a definite improvement on her usual footwear, and I particularly liked the strap that fastened around her ankle. My eyes followed her skirt as it moved up her legs, revealing her knees and continuing to creep slowly up her thighs. I was becoming very aroused by now, and when her rising skirt revealed lacy stocking tops and suspenders I began to gently massage my throbbing penis. Her skirt became stuck then, and to get it the rest of the way she bent her legs, placing her feet flat on the sofa to take her weight so she could lift her behind up and wiggle her skirt up past it. When she had it up around her waist she sat back down, leaving her feet and legs where they were, and I sat back down next to her again.

As I had guessed, her panties – which consisted of no more than a couple of thin straps and a small lace panel at the front – and suspender belt matched her bra, and now that I could see all three I told her that she looked fantastic. I put my hand on her leg, stroking up and down the soft nylon of her stockings, loving the feel of it beneath my hand. I kissed her again, longer this time, our mouths fastened together as my hand slid round to her inner thigh, her legs parting as I slid past her stocking top, coming to rest on her panties. They were already damp, showing me that she was as aroused as I was, so I wasted no time in slipping underneath the flimsy garment; rubbing my fingertips gently along her pussy lips before slowly pushing two fingers into her. She sighed as they slid into her, opening her legs wider to grant me better access, my thumb finding her clitoris and rubbing it lightly as my fingers continued to fuck her.

She broke off our kiss as she reached out to my crotch, rubbing at the bulge in my pants before pulling down the zip and loosening the button. When she had my trousers loosened her hand quickly delved into my pants and grasped my cock, struggling a little to pull its engorged length out into the open so that she could masturbate me. Her hand moved slowly up and down my swollen cock as she leaned her upper body towards me, kissing my neck before whispering in my ear. "Do you really like my new lingerie?" 

"I do. It's beautiful."

"I'm only going to wear this sort of underwear from now on. It makes me feel very sexy."

"It certainly makes you look sexy."

"Thank you. And the best thing is I'll be ready for you any time you want me. Any time you want me you just need to lift my skirt up and pull my panties down. Do you want to fuck me now?"

"You know I do."

"Good. Where do you want me?"

"Standing up, so I can take you from behind," I said, getting to my feet and taking Lillian's hand to pull her up after me. Her skirt fell back down as she stood up, coming to rest level with her knees. As I told her to bend over the sofa and take her weight on her hands I reached down and pulled her skirt back up, tucking the hem into the waistband to keep it out of the way. I quickly kicked my shoes off and pushed my trousers and pants down my legs and tugging them over my feet before turning my attention back to Lillian. I slowly pulled her panties down until they were around her feet and she lifted her left leg up, putting her foot on the sofa and sticking her arse out to open her pussy up to me. I took my cock in my hand, moved forwards until the swollen head was nestled against her pussy lips, and slid it straight into her wet hole. I fucked her slowly, taking my time for now, enjoying the sensations as I slid sweetly in and out of her cunt. My hands sought out her breasts, moving slowly up her stomach to her chest and gently cupping one of the soft lace-covered mounds in each hand. Carefully I slid my hands into her bra, one cup at a time, pulling her breasts out so that I could caress them freely. I held her now naked warm flesh in my hands, her nipples protruding between two fingers to be gently squeezed and pulled fully erect, the soft swell of her breasts encompassed and contained by my hands. 

I could tell I wasn't going to last much longer, even at the slow pace I was sliding my cock in and out of Lillian's pussy; mainly due to the anticipation because of the text message I had received, and the erotic situation I had found myself in when I got here. I have always been turned on by looking at women in beautiful lingerie, especially stockings, and the thought that Lillian had bought these especially to please me was both flattering and stimulating. I wanted to make sure that Lillian came before I finished, so I moved my right hand down her body and into her groin. Pulling my cock out for a moment I slid two fingers into her, lubricating them with her juices before guiding myself back in. As soon as I had my cock back in her cunt my fingers sought out and began to rub her clitoris, stimulating the mass of sensitive nerve endings, causing Lillian to moan aloud and push herself onto my hand. I moved faster now, swiftly bringing Lillian to orgasm as I continued to thrust my cock into her, faster, straining for my own release as Lillian's climax powered through her. "Yes," she encouraged me, "Fuck me." I was screwing as fast as I could now, my hands holding onto her thighs, pulling her back to meet my thrusts as I speared my cock into her. As I felt the pressure building up inside me and the cum forcing its way down my cock I pulled out of her, masturbating myself so that I squirted my juice over her lovely arse, the milky white fluid spattering off her cheeks as my cock jerked in my hand. As the last drops left me I moved closer, wiping my softening prick against her cum-soaked cheeks, and she pushed her hand between us, holding my cock, squeezing to make sure I was completely drained.

At last she let me go and I stood back from her. She used her discarded panties to wipe the cum from her body, and then let her skirt fall back down while I put my own clothes back on. Walking over to me she put her arms around me, pulling me to her while she kissed me. "You know," she said, when she broke off the kiss, "I never imagined that sex could be that way. That it could be such a wonderful, joyful experience. With Stan it was merely a means to an end; a task to be completed, without emotion, merely so that I would become pregnant. And once the girls were born he didn't want to know any more. With you it's so different. I've never felt so good as when we've just made love."

"I'm glad you've finally found out what it's really all about. It's just a shame it had to take so long."

"It is; but the good thing is I've got a lot of lost time to catch up on. I think you're going to be very busy from now on. I want you to do me anytime you want to. Any time you need some you come and see me, you know I'll be glad to see you."

She kissed me again, and then I had to go home. I had a feeling however that it wouldn't be too long before I was with Lillian again. And you know what, I couldn't wait.



Re-Awakening Pt. 02



Many thanks to VyFrisk for capable edits! 

Let me know if you enjoy. It can end here or continue on. JRR

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

The ringing brought Jillian from her sleep state back to an almost wakeful condition.

"G' morning Jill...am I calling too early?"

She really enjoyed this English accent.

"Mmmm, not at all," she purred, sure John would hear her tone.

"Listen, I've got some errands to run this morning and wanted to get a fix on the time to pick you up. What works for you?"

She thought for a moment. It was a late matinee performance.

"3-ish would be fine. Is this your cell number?" She stretched as she asked the question. John could hear it in her voice. 

"Indeed. If you can text me your address, I'll see you at 3 sharp. I've got to run Jillian so bye for now" and the call ended.

Jill looked at her clock as she heard the backdoor open. It was 8. John HAD called early. 

"Josh, is that you," she called down. 

"Good morning, Miss J. I'm feeding the cat," he yelled back.

"Thanks, Josh. I'll be down in a minute"

She got up, closed her bedroom door, walked to the bathroom, peed, grabbed her shorty robe from the back of the door and put it on, tying it loosely around her waist. Looking in the mirror, she ran a brush through her hair and did a quick brush of her teeth.

On the way down, she slipped on a fresh panty as it was Josh and she wanted to be a bit on guard. Since their incident some months back, neither had mentioned the episode. Jill had researched the issue and discovered that boys and men wearing panties were not all that uncommon. A majority of this group was hetero and many shared the fun with spouses and girlfriends. From what she could tell, it was harmless and while she did not necessarily condone his actions in her house, she also felt he was safe in her home and if he occasionally borrowed some of her panties, she was okay with it. 

"Morning, Josh," as she scampered into the kitchen and set about to make coffee. 

She economically moved about the kitchen to hasten the time for her coffee. She took no notice as her robe teased open depending on her position. Josh's eyes never strayed from Jill or the robe constantly seeking her image at every opportunity. 

With cup in hand, she sat down at the table and crossed her legs at the same time Josh finished feeding Sylvester. Had she noticed, she would have seen the obviously white swell of her breast because it was not tanned as the rest of her chest. It peeked auspiciously at Josh from moment to moment. He worked hard to not notice or at least to not be caught noticing.

"Come sit with me for awhile. We haven't spoken is some time...would you like some orange juice perhaps?" She patted the seat next to her.

"I'd like that...thank you, Miss J."

But before he could sit, she rose from the bench, grabbed a glass and bent to fetch the pitcher from the refrigerator. Josh followed with his eyes from behind and as she bent, he saw a bright yellow plaid cupping round the bottom of her buns. "That lucky panty," he lamented to himself. 

She returned and set the glass in front of Josh and poured. He took a draft that consumed half with emphasis, and then set the glass back on the table. She scooted in next to him. 

She began, "We haven't spoken since the ladder incident." She looked in his eyes to see what they conveyed. "I just want you to know I am as fond of you as ever, Josh. In fact, you are one of my favorite people...you know that, right?"

"Yes, ma'am, I always suspected so."

They discussed school and his getting a learner's permit for driving. Their talk was as that of a big sister to a little brother. 

As the talk was drawing to a close, she asked, "So, do you still like panties?"

It seemed a reasonable question, since they were close.

"Yes, ma'am, as much as ever."

"Are you borrowing mine?" she asked as she looked him in the eye. 

Looking back at her, he simply said, "Yes, ma'am, but I only use the ones in the clothes hamper." His face reddened as he gave this confession and now he looked down at the table after noting her breasts.

As his words registered, it was now her turn to redden.

"So you are borrowing my dirty panties then?"

"Yes, ma'am, since you didn't want me to go into your drawers, I thought using the ones from the hamper would be okay. Actually, I like them better. They smell like you and I like that."

His honesty in no way lessened her crimson color as she thought through what he was divulging. Here this young man was sniffing her scent from her soiled panties, probably wearing her panties and anything else he might like. Inside she was cringing but she maintained a poker face.

"Is that all you wear?"

"Yes, ma'am, it's all I really like....do you mind?"

"I guess I don't really know, Josh. Let me think about it. Do you ever have any...accidents in them?"

"Sometimes, ma'am, as I rub them on me, it feels so good that I get a rush of fluid that soaks them and I get out of breath. But I always clean them up before I put 'em back. Is that okay, Miss J? "

He was describing his orgasms she knew. Inside she smiled at his boyish candor, but her face remained passive.

"Josh, that is a perfectly normal response from your body as you get excited. You don't need to clean them, just return them, okay? I'll wash them up with my other things."

"Okay, Miss J."

"One more thing, call me Jillian or Jill from now on. Okay?" She gave him a big smile leaned over and gave him a kiss on the forehead. He saw down the channel between her boobs and felt a throb below.

He smiled and said, "Yes, Miss Jillian...I mean Jill."

"I've got to run now, Josh. Tell your folks I said 'hi.'" She rubbed his hair with her fingertips as he took to his feet.

He left then and left her sitting. As she pondered his latest confession, the blood flooded to her cheeks as she realized that this next door boy was beginning to know her on a very personal level. She shuttered as she thought about what might have been in her panties and that he may be visiting her hamper on a daily basis. He was masturbating with them (in her bedroom?). On a lighter note, she wondered if he liked her new sets of lingerie? She remained conflicted. Regardless, she loved him so. She stood and got moving placing the empty cup in the sink. 

She could not think this through right now as she had other priorities. Still she wondered what Becka might say if she knew.

CHAPTER TWELVE

From the closet she emerged with Mica's next recommendation. It was an off white dress, very short but covered her all the way to her neck showing absolutely no skin until one ventured to the hem line. Its sexiness was that as conservative as it was on top, its shortness dictated just the opposite. The puffy long sleeves combine with the bodice to morph into a skirt that consisted of micro pleats all the way around with the lay of the material such that it swung as she walked almost to a rhythm of its own. She had no doubt that if a breeze should blow, or should she twirl around too quickly, she would be fully compromised. She thought that something dangling from her earlobes was all the extra adornment she would consider as well as just a splash of perfume on ears, breasts and below. Finally, she would add very high heels to give shape to her legs and add inches to her height. She had learned years ago how men loved long legs and pumps to go along with them. She was confident that this outfit would be great for the play and still better for John. But to get to this stage, she still had to get through the waxing maven. 

She laid out her outfit and added a lace thong, and an underwire matching bra. She thought it best to dress for success thinking John may have his own agenda. Putting it off no longer, it was time for the waxing palace. 

There was no way to ever consider waxing in any positive light while undergoing the process. But she could not argue with the results. For a week or more, she would feel buttery smooth. Everything simply glided across her mons and what remained was trimmed to a nice soft length.

It was time to hustle.

She emerged from the bathroom at 2PM all shaven, lotioned and ready to dress. As usual, her skin was particularly sensitive now that a sharp razor had exfoliated her to the point where her nerve endings were at the surface. Any touch was amplified. 

To her face, she applied just light mascara relying on the sun's effort from yesterday to convey her color and an evening lipstick. Flower Bomb was her designated scent for tonight. She decided on golden hoop earrings. She felt she could carry them as the only glint. 

With an hour yet, she knew she could dress and still relax and so she began her sartorial process.

With fifteen minutes to spare, she was ready and looking in her full length mirror. She spun and confirmed the dress fought against gravity with just a slight input of energy. "Keep this in mind," she reminded herself as she had on just a thong below relying on the dress lining to keep her modest from a back lit setting or anything else really.

She poured wine and sipped. She also placed a glass for John on the counter.

At a few minutes before three, she heard the purr of a car pulling up outside. It was John in what looked like a very clean TR6, top down. 

She waited until he knocked, gave it 30 seconds, and then opened the door.

As she stood there with her smile radiating her joy at seeing him, he was speechless. He simply drank her in from top to bottom and back up saying nothing; eyes wide open. 

"Lovely," was all he could muster; his eyes saying far more than his mouth.

"Do come in, John." She took his arm and led him in.

Once inside, she made for the kitchen where she sat him down and poured her guest a glass of wine. 

"Did you have any trouble finding the address?" 

"None at all, actually," he stated as his composure returned. "I have to say, Jillian, you look absolutely ravishiung...truly!"

There was a mild blush that may not have sufficient gravitas to be seen, but she could feel it nonetheless.

John sipped his wine and continued his recovery. They made small talk for a spell after which Jill spoke up. She was leaning back against the counter facing John. Her dress was so short that John remained slightly intoxicated at her obvious beauty.

"I feel I owe you an apology for my unladylike behavior yesterday."

John looked puzzled.

"I'm sorry?" 

"I feel my behavior was less than lady like when I gave you a parting gift."

"Ahhh, I see," responded John. He thought for a minute before replying.

"I'm afraid I don't see it that way at all." He continued... 

"If you think about it, we have managed to squeeze quite a bit of intimacy into a very short amount of time. Consider we have known each other for just over a day, yet in this span we've been almost entirely nude save for our loin cloths, we've stripped naked, granted it was in the water, but at any time I could have gone under, I have intimately lathered your back side."

"Back," Jill corrected.

"We've peed together in some sort of communal fashion, not once but at least twice (I suspect you may have done so whilst not giving adequate warning), I've strapped on your brazier whilst you paraded in your whiteys, I've given you a rather intimate and perhaps too public massage and as I recall, you even went so far as to show me your long, white and completely wet one. Had you not surrendered a personal token of your undying devotion I should have been positively crest fallen."

John listed all these and as he did so, his accent and smile became all the stronger. His eyes closed to a wickedly playful grin with an upturned, close mouth smile.

"Oh John, you make me sound frightful. Did we really do all these things?" Her voice went high on 'frightful' as she acted more embarrassed than she felt.

"My Dear, as I've said, there are few secrets on a sail boat. I think you performed rather splendidly both as a sailor and woman. So here we are to see if we can function on dry land. I, for one, would prefer to continue to let things happen rather than apply an ounce of judgment to what was for me, and what I hope for you as well, a perfectly splendid day."

He looked in her eyes to read her thoughts.

She uncrossed her arms and looked into his smiling eyes and realized he was right. She closed the distance between them, sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around him. He did the same as well. His arms moved up and down her back while hers remained static. Although he knew her naked bottom was now on his lap, he had absolutely no way to visually enjoy the moment He knew he had to get her up before she felt his growing concern.

"Right." He pushed her to her feet and rose as sell. "My only real concern is this play and the pirates. Promise me that if it is a poor effort we can leave early?...Promise?"

"Let's go," she beckoned and agreed in principle. Grabbing a small clutch, she went to the door with John in pursuit, locked it and they were off.

She had not seen such a nice example of a TR6 for some time.

"'72? Electric overdrive?"

"Well done, my dear. No and yes. '71 actually, but you are good."

He held open the door as Jill first sat and then swung her legs inside as one unit. John marveled at how her skirt rode up. There was little that could be done really. There simply wasn't too much material to work with. The contrast of her tanned legs and the cream material was a delight.

As he came around and got in, he looked over. Jill sat, shoes flat and legs together. The pumps caused her legs to rise as one approached the knee and allowed just a shadow to appear as they could no longer touch the seat. "Brilliant," he thought.

He raised the top with a quick flip and two latches. No need to muss her hair. He fired up the straight six and it purred to life.

"No idea where I am going," he opened. 

"We're heading to City Center. It's probably best to get on the Interstate southbound and off at Central."

"Right," was all he said.

As he negotiated traffic, he put the little car thought it's paces. She loved how this engine purred as it wound up. John's shifts and clutch work were first rate as she could barely discern any interruption of flow as his shifter snicked into the next gear. 

Once on the interstate, John pushed the lever on the column that would engage the electric overdrive. The engine dropped several octaves as it settled into a high speed cruise. Rather that leave his hand on the shifter, he placed it onto Jill's thigh, open handed. Her response was to relax a bit to give him room. Rather than leave his hand idle, it slowly roamed about opening and closing and nicely moving up and down her thigh and knee. She watched his hand as it drew her in. Oblivious now, she wondered if as his hand moved upwards, were she to open up a bit more, would he understand her meaning and move still higher? She did not wish to be obvious, but the feeling was permeating her mind and simply staring at his movement, at his long fingers was hypnotic.

She watched his hand move down towards her knee. As his fingers turned and rose to mid-thigh, she opened up an inch or so and watched what would happen next. Her anticipation mounted. 

"Ah, City Center is coming up," he exclaimed. With this, his hand returned to the shifter after if dabbed the car out of overdrive.

She could feel the disappointment in her loins. She cursed that she had not experimented sooner and found that she missed this small, but intimate contact. She enjoyed the ease with which he touched her. She felt she would like to reciprocate in such a way that he knew she was both interested and open.

"John, that little rubbing was right up there with my foot massage" she purred. "Keep that up and I will have to stay in the car."

He looked at her and smiled.

"Can you reach behind the seat?" he inquired.

"I can, but don't look," she responded. "I don't know you that well," her voice conveying levity. 

She twisted around knowing that she was exposed, found a bag and resettled into her seat; adjusted her skirt. 

"What's this?"

"After yesterday, some form of reciprocity only seemed reasonable so I bought you a little something..."

She opened the bag and extracted a beautifully wrapped package.

"John, what have you done?" Her eyes glowed as a smile developed.

She tossed the bag behind her and set the package on her lap. Before even beginning to open it, she leaned over to kiss his cheek.

It wasn't big and it wasn't heavy. Clothing she thought as she studied it.

The paper gave way to her efforts and soon there was just the box. She set it squarely on her lap, lifted the lid and opened the tissue. There she saw an exquisite set of lingerie, deep red and sexy. She squealed as she held it up.

"They're beautiful!" was all she could muster. 

She rubbed her hands over the silk of both the panty and bra.

"It's my size too."

"They should be, Jill. After yesterday, your measurements were one of the few things I absolutely knew having strapped you in and all. I thought about giving you a pair of my undies, but somehow it didn't seem at all appealing. So I bought you something equal to your gift."

"So sweet," and intimate. She beamed at the message he was sending. She held them up at the corners and turned them front to back. Medium. She did the same for the bra.

"34C...you remembered..." And she rubbed them against her cheek and then did the same to John. "Have you ever felt anything softer? I am going to change into these when we get to the theater." 

She leaned in to place still another kiss on his cheek and at the same time, left her hand in his lap as he drove. While she couldn't bring herself to move up and down his thigh, her fingers touched and tickled as best they could while still projecting restraint.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

In the theater lobby and with a couple G&Ts, they clinked glasses and hoped for a good show. As they both surveyed the crowd, they commented on couples and snickered at those who seemed too pretentious and those who were there for other reasons.

"Twelve o'clock, guy in the blue shirt. He's here because his wife is making him. She's a meter in front of him and walking with purpose."

"Three o'clock, guy in the suit and tie. He is on the make."

"How do you know?" Jill asked.

"Because every time I look away and back, his eyes are all over you."

"Stop it," she said. And with glasses now empty she said, "Let's go find our seats."

Jillian was a member in long standing at the theater with season tickets for five years running. Over the years, her seats had been consistently upgraded such that now she enjoyed seats in the orchestra section. She knew many of her fellow patrons. 

As they walked with Jill holding John's arm, she smiled and said hello to many couples. They were both glad and surprised to see Jill with a man. Universally she was liked and respected with most if not all glad she was finally with someone. On occasion, she would introduce John to persons with whom she was particularly close. After they moved along, the couples would look after Jill to see her and this stranger moving through the crowd.

Finally in their seats, Jill looked about and said hello to still many more. Other seats were now filling in earnest. Smiles were the order of the moment and each did their part. 

"Back in five," she said as she stood and shook the little box she carried along with her clutch. "Don't let the show start without me." She smiled, scootched in front of him and made her way down the aisle. John watched as she retreated and felt many eyes upon him but only after they watched Jillian in the hope of a better view.

Jill knew her way to the upstairs powder room where she knew she could find a stall with floor to ceiling partitions. It was an old trick she had learned in her early days of patronage. 




Re-Awakening Pt. 02



Once inside, she removed her dress and hung it. Pulled off her undies and unfastened her bra. She hung these as well. 

She then slipped on her new panty and admired the fit and cut as it slid over her legs. High cuts, lace accented silk with some well placed gauzy panels that offered a nudish look. Running her hands over the panty, she knew they were of the highest quality.

She did the same for the bra noting the finely finished seams and the superb way it cupped her breasts. Her aureoles were only just covered in spite of adjusting. She felt completely feminine in this ensemble. 

The lights dimmed and then came back. She hurriedly stepped back into her dress, zipped, smoothed herself and left. 

She sat down next to John just as the lights were dimmed. She leaned in and whispered, "Very fine, John," taking his hand and resting it on her thigh and at the same time making sure he could feel her part her thighs just a bit. He looked in her eyes and smiled. 

The conductor tapped his baton to bring the orchestra to attention. Looking about, and with élan, he brought his hands up and with a crash, the music began.

Prior to Act One, it was announced that the role of Frederic would be played by and understudy. This was always a cause for concern in those who truly appreciated theater. Even though the understudy had worked hard to memorize and deliver his lines, he still forgot them not once but twice....all in Act One. While the patrons felt his pain, there were others who would blame the director for having an improperly prepared performer. 

As house lights came up signaling Intermission, John stayed positive. "Poor kid. I hope he does better in the next act." John enjoyed being with Jill if even at a production not quite ready for prime time.

Jillian leaned in and responded, "Per our agreement, let's get out of here."

She stood, nodding to many, and holding John's hand as they worked their way down the aisle.

Once outside and in the fresh air, they continued towards the area where they would find the car. 

"Mind if I drive?" she asked.

"Be my guest."

He tossed her the keys admiring her one handed catch. She opened his door and then went around to get in all on her own. He smiled.

This time she stepped in as a guy would bringing in one leg and then the other. Her skirt rose mercilessly up as John watched her settle in. 

She did nothing to pull her skirt down since she already knew there was little to work with. Instead she unlocked the two clasps that held the soft top in place and with a pull and shove, sent it back.

"In college, I had a little yellow Spitfire. While not the most reliable, it was fun when it was running."

"Well done!" John exclaimed and laughed uproariously at what he had just witnessed. 

"By the way, your gift is wonderful. I'm not familiar with the brand, but I can tell they are well made. For a guy, you've done well." She was feeling a bit brazen now sitting behind the wheel of a rather classic sports car. She fired it up and looked across the gauges.

"Have you sunglasses I might borrow?" she inquired.

John reached into the glove box and pulled out his spares. She put them on and looked in the mirror. Not bad. She reached to her feet and pulled off her pumps. They had no place where her feet were now. She leaned over and squeezed them down between John's feet.

She tested the clutch once or twice, pulled the transmission into second and then straightaway into reverse wondering if John would notice the move that kept the primitive gears from grinding. He simply shook his head and smiled all the more.

He looked over at her and could see the upturned intimations of a smile at the corners of her mouth and scanned her as she sat at the ready. Her legs were gorgeous and fully exposed to his eyes. Inside he wondered how it was that yesterday he had seen far more of her body and yet today, while he saw less, it affected him much more profoundly. He could not help his anatomical reaction as he surveyed those legs and saw just a notion of red; his very gift that offered the last thin veil to what lies within. A few hours ago, these panties were just a bit of material, quite lifeless. Yet now they covered the most sensitive portions of her anatomy, were breathing in her scent and would be forever transformed. She wore them now because he had given them to her. He reached a hand to her thigh and rested it there. She confirmed her delight by placing her hand on top and pushed it down as if to say 'please don't take it away' and on this confirmation, they were underway. 

She had grown up around sports cars. It seemed that every significant male in her life had a passion for tiny, well handling machines. It had rubbed off on her. While she had had expensive cars through the years, she had a soft spot for older cars, not because they were better handling, but because they offered a personality in addition to an open roof. New cars were clinically sterile in her mind. 

"Give me a few quirks that I can work with and I am happy", she thought.

As Jill tested the limits of the little TR6, she gained confidence in what it could do. She was not out to race, but she drove with confidence. As the wind swirled into all areas of the cab, Jill's skirt would lift to reveal her deep red panty and then settle back. She could feel the hem dancing and she knew John could see. She felt a smidge naughty, but did nothing to prevent this. 

John did see and his eyes could barely lift from this extreme visual. While she drove, his hand began to trace up and down her thigh. Of necessity, her legs were pleasingly spread, because she was now negotiating a clutch. 

As she heel-and-toed to make a smooth downshift, John's fingertips strayed onto the silky material...just the edge. His fingers lightly went from her upper most thigh and now swept lightly across her panty almost out of reach. It could almost be perceived as accidental. One moment he could see his fingers while the next, the wind changed for whatever reason, and dropped her skirt to cover his hand.

The presence of his fingers completely registered with her. Should the sparks of her mind ever coalesce with the flammable materials below, she wondered how they might survive.

"John, I've an idea," she yelled above the wind noise. Rather than wait for an answer, she continued, "On the way to my house is a great little gourmet to-go store where we can get some finger foods and then have some lunch...sound good?"

Rather than say anything, he raised his hand and gave her a thumbs-up response. She smiled and before he could withdraw his hand, she took ahold and placed it back to its recent position but decidedly more towards her anatomical center. As he opened and closed his fingers, where they now lay, they swept across her naked thigh but also spanned up and down the long axis of her pussy. His strokes paralleled the side of her pussy, but never really running over. 

For Jill, the effect was hypnotic. Her driving became far more tame as she negotiated streets, signals, and pedestrians in her attempt to get back to her place.

There was no more talking in the car, except for the languages spoken by John's fingers and her reactions. She knew she could never make it to the store and would be doing well to get home. She was in no doubt that John sensed her quandary.

As she finally pulled into her drive, they exited the car ran into the house, closed the door and embraced long and hard smashing into each other and holding in a crush.

With one hand, John reached down and pulled up her hem. When his hand attached to her buns, the material fell around his wrist and hid from view the gripping and hard rubbing his hands now delivered to Jillian. 

No longer enough, John's hands reached up and made quick work of the zipper. It peeled down with its own cry to the top of her buns. They released their grip long enough for the dress to pool at her ankles after which she was picked up and carried to the kitchen counter where she was set down.

John pulled her to the edge and they once again embraced. His hands ran up and down her back zeroing in on the clasps and releasing them. Off came the bra, exposing her breasts to John and his hands began an immediate exploration. 

Sated for just a moment, John stood back and stripped. Completely. His tool stood at full attention and bobbed nicely as he came back now with eleven fingers all at full attention. 

The teasing and innuendo of the past hours were too much for both. Again John drew her to the edge and pulling the panty to the side, he let himself in. She guided his cock and he gently pushed in until fully engaged and then lost no time in providing a proper rogering. 

She held on around his neck while he clasped her buns. In a merciless pushing and pulling frenzy, they both made up for carnal starvation that was only now beginning to receive badly needed attention. They closed their eyes and fucked. Fucked hard. From her mouth escaped no words but as he forced his way into her over and again, her lungs expelled air in gasps combined at times with an escaping plea for more. He obliged. 

They were mated in a salacious fitment that comes from a mutual need for energy from each other; an energy that takes away in one sense but fills in another. John would continue this pounding until he felt this woman rush up and over into a cascade of comely delight and only then would he allow her to recede but just until he took her to other parts of her home where he would begin the process yet again. John had marvelous staying power. He preferred to completely tucker out his lovers and only then satisfying himself. The formula had always worked quite well. He wondered if perhaps he had been honing his skills just for her?

From upstairs Josh heard the noises coming from the kitchen. He heard Jillian's voice at first as well as the voice of another. He knew they were there still but he could no longer hear what they were saying.

Josh had been upstairs not expecting Jillian for several hours. He was naked. He was quietly coming down the stairs carrying his clothes when he heard Jill scream. Not a scream of terror but something different. He stopped on a stair to listen and heard her scream again and again almost as if the air was being squeezed from her lungs.

Jill had just been thrown over the edge with a deep orgasm. As she calmed down, John pulled away to look at her but continued to slowly pump in and out. His method changed such that he no longer led with his penis but rather his hips rotated towards her with his penis to follow. It was a for less invasive method that conveyed a relaxed incursion in more of a sinusoidal motion. 

Jill's breathing was returning to normal. She liked that John continued her internal massage. She remained positioned on the edge of the counter but now her head rested on his shoulder. She was looking down at her crotch and his. John joined her.

"Look how beautiful it looks!" she exclaimed. "It's such a nice fit." At a restful pace they both watched as his lazing piston would decouple and recouple. John would let the head almost drop out but then drive in. As so they watched.

For a few minutes, both were silent. Then Jillian reached down and wrapped a few fingers around the shaft right next to her pussy. John adjusted his stroke so that the head would now be embraced by her fingers as well before driving home. 

"It's beautiful," she said again. "And it fills me so completely." She watched how her own tissues would be pulled out and pushed back inside as he continued. She looked up and kissed him so appreciative was she of this relaxed skewering.

"Feel better?"

"Much."

"Ready for more?"

"Ummm-hmmm." Fully emphasizing the second syllable.

They decoupled and headed for the kitchen door that would take them upstairs for more. His erection remained prominent with Jill admiring it as she hopped off the counter. She bent over and with no hands to assist, simply took it into her mouth to taste her juices and just a hint of his. It was not intended as a session in and of itself, but rather to say thanks for what it and the man behind it had done for her. She broke off and they kissed a sweet kiss as they were now co-participants in a purely physical serenade. 

She still wore her panties and nothing else. There was no longer anything to conceal. She made no attempt to hide her lusting eyes. In fact, she wanted him to see her desire. 

John pushed open the swinging door and as he did, Jill called, "John, take these water bottles and I will get us some wine." He went back into the kitchen liking that Jill was expecting a marathon session as was he. 

Josh turned around and as quietly as possible retraced his steps back into the master bedroom, the only room where he ever spent any time. He squeezed in behind an overstuffed leather chair that sat kitty-corner in an alcove. He made himself as small as possible, scrunched up and wondered what he would do. There was no out under these circumstances. He felt trapped and nude as well.

Moments later, in walked a naked man carrying water bottles. Jill followed close behind in panties he had never seen before and carrying two glasses and an ice bucket. He placed his head down careful to make not a peep.

They settled in with a few candles, poured wine, took a deep draft after which Jill got on her knees and took in his member to reinvigorate the tool she knew she was about to take on again.

A set of eyes was watching this from across the room hidden in a small and dark corner.

There was no need to talk now. Their actions conveyed in a language all its own and perfected over millennia. 

Fully erect, John took Jill by the hand and led her to the bed where he guided her onto all fours with her knees on the edge and her shins coming out at him. He stepped between her thighs and held a hip in each hand. Rather than guide his rod into her, he let it probe her area until, on its own, it discovered the target. 

"Feel that, Jill?"

"Yes."

"If you want it, push back."

She eased back onto his shaft where, with her wetness, she consumed his entirety with one, two, and three backward pushes. 

"Oh my, that feels good," was all she could say.

He started a methodical in and out. Slowly. He pulled all the way out. Waited for a count to three, and then pushed all the way back in. Her sides convulsed as this thick member pushed away her sensitive tissues to insinuate itself in her canal. She sensed his pace and began to meet him by pushing back against him as he thrust in. 

From behind the chair, Josh peaked out and saw the man thrust with his buns stiffening to push in and relaxing as he pulled out. All he could see of Jill was her quaking thighs with each lunge and her curled toes. He recognized her voice, but had never heard her moan before. 

Her wetness combined with this thick tool to make a series of slurping and sucking sounds with every stroke. It was a perfect compliment to the act; an unmistakable language between lovers.

What had begun as tiny embers in her pussy was now being fanned to a full on conflagration. He had let go of his grasp on her hips and had absolutely no contact with her except for this piston that continued to fire in and out of her body. The effect was such that there were zero distractions. None. It was his cock and her pussy alone to communicate. The sounds continued as their groins locked in a tug-of-war. She felt her body giving ground as he remained relentless in his pummeling. When her clitty had captured all the nuances of this treasure, it pushed her headlong into yet another deep and all engrossing orgasm. This time, it sprang into all her limbs, circled in her toes and fingers only to boomerang back to shove her yet again against this orgasmic Vesuvius. Her voice returned full force as she announced to her lover that she was coming again only to sign off in a series of desperate cries of passion. He jammed her completely to focus his energy on the one sweet spot. When her body could no longer translate his marauding, she fell forward if only to jettison this intruder if just for a moment.

Josh had to look as he heard Jill scream. He saw as she fell forward and continued to moan, her body quivering still and discernable from his removed position. His cock was at full attention as Jill lay exposed, panting, and not herself.

Eyes closed, she sighed in relief and gratitude as a tiny smile replaced her wanton and twisted facade from just moments ago. Her bottom remained slightly upturned still, but now carried the aura of having been taken yet she wanted him to see. 

She was recovering from a solid skewering by an Englishman she had just met a day and a half ago. She wanted more but it was time to come up for air. 

"Oh, John," was the extent of the data from her mouth that was now reconnecting with the higher thought processes of her brain. She still had a way to go as her body continued to gulp in air and as sweat cooled her down.

"Have a sip." He extended a bottle of water from which she took a few deep swallows and then handed it back. She collapsed back to the bed.

"John, it's your turn now. I think I am good for a minute or two." They laughed at the lightness of the delivery.

"Did I see a hot tub out back?"

That would be perfect right about now," she thought. 

"Here lay down. You can't enter the hot tub until you are properly cleaned off."

She shimmied out of her panties now and with a wet motion, kicked them off the bed. They were saturated with her cum.

Fully naked now, and between his legs, butt in the air, she took him into her mouth.

From his vantage, and with increasing bravado, Josh peeked around the corner of the chair. In her position, he could see directly into her pussy. From this distance, her thorough wetness was obvious and ran from top to bottom. Her vagina was somewhat opened he guessed due to being stretched. He thought he saw white fluid issuing from her vagina and running down her leg, but could not be sure. There was her butt hole too. It was wet as well but closed. As he surveyed still lower, her large breasts were dangling and swaying as her head was dropping and rising to a motion. He assumed his prick was in her mouth. With such a view, he ejaculated onto the back of the leather chair trying to stifle his voice that wanted to cry out now. His breathing remained in check and he continued to watch.

In this one afternoon, he had seen her complete anatomy in a way he never imagined. It was all there, but so pretty. He ran his eyes up and down her again and again trying to make sure he would never forget. "If only I too could touch her", he thought.

Jill savored the fullness of his tool and how nicely it filled both her pussy and mouth. She sensed a strong, but kind lover in him and knew that together, they would have great fun exploring for limits or establishing (hopefully) that there were none. "No limits" she pondered as she took him into her mouth still again.

"John, I think you are now hot tub worthy. I also think that I can think again. That was fabulous! Come on."

She pulled him up and with wine bucket and glasses, they went downstairs and out the glass door that took them directly to the hot tub where they sank in. John's erection subsided, but he remained full-ish in appearance. "Perhaps ready to go at a moment's notice?" she wondered.

Sipping wine and with bubbles on, they rested before beginning another session.

With the lull, and hearing them go out the door, Josh scurried from behind his blind, grabbed the panty he had seen Jill kick off and with alacrity, was down the stairs and out the front door having just pulled on his shorts. Once out, he breathed a sigh of relief. He took the panty and held it to his nose. It was a deep rich scent that made his pecker respond. On the gusset, he could feel the slippery lube so much so that he placed some between his fingers and was amazed at how they glided offering almost no resistance. He stuffed the panty in his pocket and retreated home, but continued to slide his thumb and finger together. 




Re-Awakening Pt. 02



CHAPTER FOURTEEN

As they soaked towards reinvigoration, Jill and John stared at each other from opposite ends of the hot tub. The wine was now relaxing them both and combined with the heat, was creating a soothing setting that translated into their thoughts.

Neither needed to articulate...at least not at this time. They were new lovers and as such, they had broken a new and very exclusive boundary that was only theirs and could never be shared by another party. This event marked the opening of a dynamic that can only be experienced when one fully knows the body of the other and is best experienced when both give the other free reign. So many lovers made the mistake of entering this region only to establish still more boundaries which rather defeated the entire goal of intimacy. A lover does not care what the other might do if there is a sense of satisfaction achieved. For indeed the very act of giving and the implied trust therein was a part of love making that few understood and those that did had no need to share this secret.

Jill wondered if John had boundaries. She wanted to give herself completely to him as a participant in any intimate act. She knew from experience that holding back resulted in a life half lived. Why bother? If he found pleasure in something, no matter what, she wanted to be the means or instrument of that pleasure. He may already know this and feel the same. But for now, their bodies and subsequent reactions would tell far more than words.

She came over and sat beside John swinging her legs over his such that she sat sideways to him. She then leaned in to whisper into his ear.

"I have to tell you something."

He closed his eyes and listened. Still whispering she continued.

"What you just did to me was real good. I haven't cum so hard in a long time. But I want you to cum too and I am wondering if you will let me be in charge?"

"Anything, my love."

She wondered at his choice of words and assumed it was just something the English said as a familiar term. Still she liked to hear it just the same.

"Wait here."

She stood in the tub and leaned into John such that her breast was now in reach of his mouth. Taking the bait, he leaned out and seized a nipple between his lips. The hot water had softened her flesh, but the current began anew as he applied increasing pressure until she hardened. She pulled back and out of his mouth and stepped onto the deck. No towel was sought; none was needed. As lovers, why hide? 

She went upstairs to get a towel, two silk scarves and Astroglide. On the way back, she grabbed a blanket and walked outside.

"Come with me," was all she said. He wondered at the entendre.

They went to a shady corner of her yard where she flung open the blanket. Smoothing it out required that she bend and move round to all corners to make it just right. She hoped that her antics would have the desired effect. 

As she looked to his crotch, she saw that his penis stared at her with a certain turgid attitude. She knew it was capable of more.

"Stand here." 

She pointed to the middle of the blanket. He complied.

With the towel, she patted him down starting from a standing position and eventually dropped to her knees to complete the act. When she looked up, his member was fully paying attention. 

"Lay down."

He complied.

"Arms over your head."

Still he complied. 

She walked to where his hands now lay and bound them together with one of the scarves.

"You are a very giving lover," she offered, "but now I want you to keep your hands right there. I've tied them as a reminder."

He nodded.

She then sat between his legs spreading them and shimmied up such that his penis was within easy grasp.

She then took just one drop of Astroglide to her thumb and closed the bottle. She knew she would need no more as his body would readily produce her preferred lube very soon. Rather than stroke him up and down, she grasped his cock, lifted it up and held it firm. With a thumb, she began a small circular motion on the underside of his cock, just below the head, where she knew so many nerve endings came close to the surface.

This is all she did for her opening round, small circles...sometimes larger and sometimes smaller. The effects came on quickly. John's legs stiffened as more and more nerve endings fired and even though his cock had already been hard, it was now fully engorged.

As he produced his own lube, she added this to the rest. He was now slick enough that every once in awhile she would use her thumb and index finger to caress across the top of his penis causing him to shutter. 

She expanded her circles around the rim of his glans. It now glistened as his body was ejecting pre-cum in copious quantities. Still she rubbed in circles only. No strokes.

The desired effects were manifest. She could sense an eminent orgasm and as if on some sort of signal, she simply stopped. She took her hand away and watched his cock. John groaned, but there was insufficient energy to bring him to orgasm. Still his penis bobbed up and down as several mini spasms flooded the shaft. 

When she knew the eminence had passed, she started again...tiny circles with a firm grip. 

She repeated the process not once, not twice, but three times. Each cycle she could feel his tension indicating that he was ready to come and each time she stopped.

After three times, she took the second scarf and wrapped it around his eyes and tugged it tight. She was now on phase two of her play. 

She was only too wet already and with John's pre-cum and her own juices forming a perfect lubricant, she straddled him with her body facing his feet, tested to make sure he was not too excited and then eased his shaft into per pussy letting gravity do the work.

She was fully seated with this large penis now embedded. She had watched her tummy bulge out as she brought this missile home. In fact for the last inch, she placed her hand on her tummy just to be sure she was right in what she saw.

Looking over her shoulder, she said, "John, let me do the work."

From this vantage, she thought she saw movement in the bushes, but it did not register at the time.

Like no other position, the best motion to achieve a fantastic sensation for both guy and girl was not an up and down as one might expect, but rather a front to back pelvic thrust that caused the erection to repetitively bend at it's base as it was sheathed by her tissues. Further, a guy could see his member disappear and reappear in a very erotic fashion. Finally, she knew that the effect of seeing her skin stretched to accommodate him would be a great turn on.

She planted her palms to the ground and began to very slowly rock her hips. His groans became palpable as she broadened her arc causing almost a complete extraction before the next re-entry. She continued long powerful strokes that caused her neurons to fire as well. It was her intention to bring him fully up and over this time, but if she took just a few minutes, she knew she could get them both there. It seemed a noble goal.

The body jolts continued. When she knew she too was close, she reached back momentarily to rip off the blindfold. John craned his neck, and as she suspected the sight was far too compelling in his current state. With a series of hard thrusts from Jill, they were both violently shoved over and edge in a process that now neither controlled. Victims of their own passions, they succumbed to torrents of spasms. She could feel cables of ejaculate flung into her chasm as three, now four, now five convulsions signaled the spume that was following inside. She held his thighs as the two ebbed and flowed. With a final mutual gasp, they collapsed. 

Jill had the tenacity to spin around, still skewered, and legs drawn up simply rested on John's pronate frame. Both chests heaved, both sweated and both could feel a sting of worn flesh. 

Her head rested on his shoulder while his penis remained thickly inside. She reached up and with just one hand untied his hands. Again free, they came down, found this limpet now attached and stroked her back. The petting caused her to purr quite literally. Her voice gave off a low 'Mmmm' with each breath in a sort of post orgasm mantra. 

They simply stayed put, not moving. Not caring to. She could feel fluids escaping her and running onto John. She wanted these to stay in her for as long as possible. 

She straightened her legs and said, "Roll over with me, but please stay inside."

She now lay under him, still attached and in a missionary position. Her pussy now had gravity working with her to keep his swimmers inside. She smiled. They closed their eyes and enjoyed the moment. 

Clad only in John, and some time later, she felt a slight motion from this man still atop her. She could still feel this thickness and wondered if he was having carnal intentions. She was two up on him, so perhaps.

To provide motivation, she began rubbing his back and down to his cute buns. They were like nice bubbles as she held them in her hands. She kneaded them left to right and front to back. All over. She spread his cheeks and let her fingers scrape across his tiny hole.

John said little but she could sense a freshening breeze flowing though him and translating to his penis. It grew. And it grew still more.

In such a classic pose, it took little time for him to begin rocking in earnest. He was playful about it and they talked as they fucked. The immediacy for each had been addressed and now they could fuck for fun. 

He opened, "Do we have dinner plans?" He continued, "If you're going to fuck me like this you are supposed to feed me, too."

She tried to laugh and normally would have except that her crotch was thinking hard about taking over and as John continued his thrusts, her breath was being forced from her lungs and held hostage to his pacing. 

"We...can...go...to a...place...I...know."

They broke out into genuine and whole hearted laughter.

"How about this? I feel really good and I suspect you do as well. What if we shower and go get a bite?"

"Sure you don't want to finish what you've started?"

"That last little teasing thing you did just about blew out my eardrums. I think I am good if you are."

"Let's go eat," they said in unison.

As he slipped out, they both had a slight convulsion as is only possible in a post orgasmic state. He pulled her to a standing position and they hugged. As she stood there, she could feel his swimmers escaping in multiple rivulets and on both thighs. 

"Look what you've done to me," she pointed to the streams of semen now running amuck.

With face looking down and just with her eyes arched up, she took a hand and rubbed his sperm into her skin looking into his eyes.

"Better on my skin than on the floor," as they held hands and skipped into the house. 




Re-Awakening



I sought out her stocking top and pushed my hand down it, squeezing her thigh as I pushed down her leg. I love getting my hands down women's 'nylons', and soon had both hands there. My fingers traced a path down each suspender, before unclipping the little fastener that held her stockings up. Once they were loose I was able to push my hands down them, runkling them up, stroking her thighs. I knew I was close now, and told Andrea and Lillian that I was going to cum. When she heard that Lillian told me that she wanted me to cum all over her arse, as nobody had ever done that to her before. I told her nothing would give me greater pleasure, and took my cock out of her pussy to start wanking. I had just got started when Andrea stood up beside me and told me she wanted to do it. She took hold of it from me, and began to run her hand up and down my cock. She was taking her time, sliding her hand from the tip of my penis right down till she was squeezing on the root. Obviously this left my hands free, so with my right hand I tickled Lillian's pussy lips where they were sticking out from between her thighs. I soon had two fingers into her and was sliding them in and out while my left hand went around the front to rub at her clitoris. I had not intention of bringing her off again; I was just keeping her entertained until Andrea got me squirting. 

Andrea had now decided to get on with it, and her hand was moving much faster on my cock. As I felt the orgasm begin within me I told her to do it as fast as she could. I'm afraid I was shouting and grunting somewhat, as the intensity of the feelings grew, and I took hold of Lillian's hips as I felt the hot liquid surge up my cock and spatter against her arse. Once, twice, three times the semen spurted from me, and when it was over I collapsed against Lillian, and she rubbed her arse into my groin, smearing the jizz over us both.

That was about it really. We all lay together on the sofa for a while, talking about what had happened, and what might be the real consequences, whilst we recovered from our exertions. We all agreed that we had really enjoyed what had taken place, and decided that we would like to repeat it on a regular basis, probably once a month or so. However, Lillian said that was too long for her to wait for sex. Now that she had rediscovered it she wanted to have it more often, and asked Andrea & me if we would mind. Basically, she wanted to know if I would like to fuck her on her own, without Andrea there, and if Andrea would trust us to do that. I said I was up for it, as long as Andrea didn't mind. I expected her to say she didn't like the idea, but she agreed enthusiastically, saying it was a great idea. The only stipulation was that we would let her know, if not in advance then at least when it was happening. Having thought about it since, I'm fairly sure that it was what she had in mind all along. She was always going on about me being over-sexed and too demanding on her, and probably thought that with two women to go at we would all be happy.