0 comments/ 182165 views/ 29 favorites Travelling On By: PhoenixKiwi Chapter 1 I’m pretty satisfied with my life and how I live. 35 years old, divorced, comfortably off and with no real responsibilities or worries and a job that I enjoy and get a sense of accomplishment from. Some years ago I went into partnership with a couple of friends and we operated a small but highly technical ‘Machine Tools and Precise Fittings’ workshop employing a small but highly qualified staff who are paid them well and rewarded for extra productivity and loyalty. I no longer work directly at the ‘factory’ as two of the original three of us now travel and sell our products leaving the general running of our plant to the third member. My route takes me in a large loop to the south visiting a large number of clients and keeping them up-to-date with our products and taking orders from them. We specialise in precision manufacturing to our clients needs and I needed to be able to talk technically with them requiring me to keep up with current trends. My ‘loop’ takes me away from home base for approximately six weeks per trip and it is a good thing that I am no longer married as these long breaks would put considerable strain on any relationship. The two week break (less a couple of days in the office) that I take when I get back each time gives me a lot of time to work on the small country cottage that I am renovating and I seem to have a relatively stress free life-style. Reasonably good looking, a good build, easy to get on with and good company is how everyone describes me and wonders at my continued single status. My 18 month spell of ‘Wedded-Bliss’ was more than enough to convince me that bachelorhood was for me and as I have no trouble connecting with women when I need to I have never really felt any inclination to change my way of life. I have just returned from my latest trip and have just finished cleaning out my vehicle and tomorrow will go to the office and catch up on all the latest. After a number of years we have finally hit on what we think are the perfect vehicles for us and we each have a large automatic van with plenty of room for our personal gear and the samples and products of our firm. In the rear of the van down one side is a small comfortable cot that can be used as a seat or a small bed and opposite is a chest of drawers and a small wardrobe above them. We found that it was almost impossible to live out of suitcases for such a long period and it is far better to keep all our clothes in the vehicle and just take what is necessary into motels. There is also a small fridge and cooker for coffee and snacks and a table/desk beside the drawers and the rest of the van is taken up with racks for products. Good air-conditioning and a top quality stereo system make for a very practical and comfortable work vehicle. Since I spend so little time not in my work van and it is available all the time I have not bothered to purchase a private car but own a large motorcycle instead. The day after tomorrow I am going to ride it over to see my mother who lives about 120 miles away. Dad and her had both worked extremely hard all their lives and we had not really got ‘close’ and I think the same applied to my sister who migrated overseas some years ago. Dad and Mom had started a small nursery early in the married life and they both worked extremely hard in the first few years to make it successful. Sis and I spent most of our childhood at the nursery ‘keeping out of mischief and out of the way” and all too soon we were grown and drifting apart. My parents eventually finished up with two nurseries and about a year and a half ago they sold out and shifted towns to a ‘Retirement Cottage’ with the idea of taking up golf and holidaying extensively. Dad lasted just over a year before his health failed and he passed away about 4 months ago, leaving Mom on her own in a town where she knew virtually no one. I had kept in touch with here by phoning regularly and I had noticed that she was sounding more and more depressed as time passed, it seemed as if loneliness was getting her down and as she had spent almost all her life with Dad, not bothering to make outside friends I figured that she didn’t know how these days. Chapter 2 When I walked in to her small home Mom looked absolutely enraptured to see me and, she rushed over, wrapped her arms round me and hugged me long and tightly. “I’m ever so pleased to see you. I’ve really missed you and it’s so good to have you here.” She pulled back a bit and looked up at me. “How long can you stay?” I had really intended returning home that evening but in view of her obvious pleasure to have my company I quickly revised my plans. “I can stay a couple of nights. Do you think you can stand my company for that long?” “I’d love you to stay for as long as possible but I suppose that a couple of days is better than nothing. You’re a grown man with your own life to lead. Bring your things into your bedroom and then we can settle down and have a long chat.” After settling down with coffee Mom eventually revealed to me how unhappy she had become in her new life without Dad. I found it difficult to understand her problem, as she was still a very personable woman. At 54 years old she still had a good figure, she was quite attractive and her hair was still the colour it had been when she was a lot younger, grey tinges not making any appearance at all. Unfortunately the loneliness stress that she was feeling was making her a bit haggard looking and she was in danger of quickly losing he sex appeal. Mom married when she was young and she was 7 years younger than her husband – I don’t think that she had ever had a serious relationship other than with Dad and this insular existence was not helping her now. We enjoyed each others company for the rest of the day and after a fine meal which Mom took great pleasure in cooking me I retired for an early night. Next day after breakfast I convinced Mom to put on jeans and a jacket and to come for a trip on my bike. Initially she was quite frightened but she soon relaxed and, cuddling into my back, she began to just “Go with it”. We stopped for lunch at a country bar/diner and Mom looked a different woman already, the wind had brought colour and life back to her face and she was relaxed and obviously loving every moment of this new experience. That night we elected to just have some light snacks with a bottle of wine in front of the fire and we again chatted easily and were very comfortable in each others company. After some thought I finally made up my mind and asked her, “Why don’t you close up here and come and stay with me for a while. You could come on my next trip with me and it shouldn’t cost a lot. The only problem would be that we would sometimes have to share a motel room. I can cover an extra person but not a separate unit when I have to stay in small single bedroom units.” Mom sat in silence for a while and seemed to think deeply before she replied, “It’s lovely of you to ask but I couldn’t do that to you. There’s no way that you could seriously want to drag your aged Mother with you and I would only cramp your style with your friends. I really do appreciate your asking though and I know what it must have cost you to invite me.” “No, Mom. I thought very seriously before I asked you. I can see advantages for both of us – I get a bit lonely when I’m away for so long and moving round all the time has not helped me to make friends. I think we could be good company for each other. I wish you’d give it a try – neither of us has anything to lose.” I looked deep into Mm’s eyes as I said this trying to convince her of my sincerity. “Why don’t you think about it overnight and let me know in the morning what you decide.’ Chapter 3 Next morning after breakfast Mom sat with me at the table and we discussed the ramifications of her coming with me. She pointed out that it would be a major change in my lifestyle and that it would be necessary for each of us to consider the other needs and viewpoint which would be not too difficult for her as she had been with Dad for so many years but might prove very hard and frustrating for me, a bachelor of long standing. “I really think it would be good for me, Mom. I know I’ve become very selfish, having never really ever considered any-one else’s side of things before.” I was actually quite earnest about this, as I knew I really was a self-centred prick. “I really wish that you would decide to come with me. It would be beneficial to both of us.” I think Mom could see that I was genuine in my invitation and she eventually agreed, “OK. I am not sure it is the right thing, but I guess we’ll never know unless we try. One thing, I am not going to be a complete load to you and while I’m quite happy to let your company pay for my share of the accommodation I insist that we take turns in paying for our food and drinks. Thank you very much and I’m starting to look forward to our trip. It will be like an adventure to me. Dad and I really didn’t get about much.” Mom leant over and gave me a quick peck on the lips and then we talked about arrangements. It was decided that I should return home and Mom would follow in her car in a couple or three days after having closed down her home and packed sufficient clothes for an extended stay. When I arrived back at my cottage I set to and tidied up my spare room that I had been using as storage space and fitted fresh bedding etc for my mother. I was really beginning to look forward to her arrival and thought that finally we might form closer relationship than we ever had in the past – our mother/son bonds had never been strong as we had never spent al that much time together. I very much regretted never having got close to my father and it was now too late to remedy that but I could definitely remedy it with Mom. Mom finally pulled up in her car late next afternoon and she was quite enraptured with my little home, she had never visited before and I think it may well have been a lot better than her expectations. Mom was quite taken with her room and, with her personal stuff scattered around, she soon had it looking as if she had lived there for some time. I was working on altering the van when she arrived and when she saw how we were to travel she was very comfortable with it, I was removing some shelving to fit another set of drawers/wardrobe that I had purchased for her use. For the next few days we got used to living with each other’s company and Mom slowly applied her woman’s touches to my home and improved it a great deal, I hadn’t realised what difference a woman could make. I completed the alterations to the van, cleaned it out and reloaded my clean clothes, back from the laundry. Mom then packed her stuff and while I went into work she began to clean and lose my house down and we were ready for an early start. Chapter 4 My first call was about 2 ½ hours travelling and Mom just waited in the van while I completed business and then we travelled for a further couple of hours to my next visit. After it was completed the day was nearly done and I drove us to my usual motel and booked us in to a twin roomed unit, and, when we had carried in our overnight bags we went and found a bar & grill for our evening meal and a couple of drinks. Next day started out much the same but today I booked the motel before making my afternoon calls and I left Mom there before making my afternoon calls and she went for a walk. The next couple of days went much the same but I finally arrived home to a bit of a surprise – Mom had bought herself a pushbike, having decided to see more of the towns that we were visiting. This was also the first night that we found ourselves sharing a twin room and we were both very careful to maintain our modesty and used the bathroom to get changed in. I couldn’t help noticing that Mom looked good in her nightgown when she came out of the bathroom and for the first time I realised that she was an attractive woman. I quickly banished these thoughts from my mind, as this was my mother that I was admiring. Next morning I was up first, showered, shampooed, shaved and was sitting reading the morning paper drinking coffee when Mom finally arose and retired to the bathroom. When she came out she was wearing underwear and a slip and I felt a lurch in my lower belly and my cock twitched in appreciation of how she looked. All this fresh air and exercise was having a very beneficial effect on her and she was getting younger by the day. I decided there and then that we would be spending a lot more time in twin single units if I had anything to do with it. The following night Mom came out of the bathroom in silky white pyjamas that draped her body and were light enough to confirm that these were all she was wearing. While we sat and had a final nightcap I couldn’t stop myself from surreptitiously examining her and I saw her nipples slowly harden and poke out the front of her PJ jacket. I think she may have been aware of my interest and found my glances exciting but luckily I was wearing very loose shorts for sleeping in and my partial erection was not readily visible. In the morning I got a replay of the day before and got a good look at Mom in her underclothes while she sat before the mirror and did her make-up. Today we had a long drive before I reached our next client and since we would be travelling on almost till dark after this call, Mom decided to go for a cycle while I was working. She needed to change into a pair of shorts and a blouse before she set out and, as we wouldn’t get to our motel till late, she had to change in the back of the van. Mom crawled through between the seats and pulled the curtains across to give herself privacy. She had not been very careful and the curtains, closed at the bottom were not completely together at the top allowing me to see what she was doing in the rear-vision mirror. I watched eagerly as she stood, partially bent over due to the low roof, and lifted her dress over her head and put it on a hanger then slid her slip down and stepped out of it. She dropped from my view when she bent down to pick it up from the floor but when she stood up again I could see her from her head down to the top of her thighs. She was completely unaware of the show I was getting and I was able to admire and appreciate her body, clad only in a white bra and panties. While I had been aware that Mom was in good shape I hadn’t fully realised how good her body actually was. She was definitely not in the first flush of womanhood but for a 54 year old she had an amazing figure, only 2 or 3 ponds overweight and very firm healthy looking flesh. Her breasts were medium sized and seemed to be quite firm in her bra and, while I couldn’t see them at the moment, I knew from past observations that her legs were shapely and firm as well. Mom was about 5 foot 4, dark haired and a fine-featured face and, while she could not be described as beautiful, she was very pretty and attractive and all the fresh air and exercise was giving her a very ‘fresh’ complexion. I suddenly realised that I found her very sexy and desirable and that my cock had expanded to it’s maximum, so, I was very disappointed when she pulled on a tee shirt and then sat down out of view, presumably to put on shorts and sneakers. Mom set off on her bike and I went in to do business and, as by now Mom knew roughly how long my calls took, it was no surprise when she re-appeared as I was about to climb back into the van after completing what I had to do. I opened the rear doors, lifted the bike in, and then unlocked the front to let us both get in. Mom looked all hot and sweaty and she grabbed her bottle of water and had a long swig before she gasped out, “God! I hadn’t realised just how hot and muggy it is out there. I need to cool down a bit and then get changed so do you want to sit her or set off and pull up out of town somewhere?” “I’ll head off and give the air-conditioning a chance to boot up.” and suiting my actions to my words I started the van and headed off, the cooling unit running at full blast. Chapter 5 About 10 miles down the road I spotted a rest area and I pulled in and parked in the shade of some trees and shut down. “I’ll just type these orders into my lap-top while you get changed and that will save me having to do it tonight.” Mom crawled through to the back of the van and once again she managed to leave me a gap at the top of the curtains. I felt my cock hardening before she had even begun to take of her clothes and I aimlessly pecked at the keyboard, as I didn’t take my eyes from the mirror for a second. This time when Mom had removed her tee shirt she went on and took off her bra and I got a good view of her bare breasts. They sagged a little, as was to be expected in a woman of her age, but still appeared to be reasonably firm and the nipples stood out quite perkily, all in all a very appetising sight and my mouth went dry as I gazed on them in total rapture. When she had taken off her shorts Mom stretched as much as the confines of the van allowed and then she began to wipe herself off with a towel before slipping her dress over her head and doing it up. She had not put on a fresh bra! By the time she opened the curtains again and climbed back into her seat I was industriously typing in information with my computer sitting on my lap covering my hard-on. “That feels better. At least I’m cool and a bit refreshed now. I definitely need a shower – I hope you can stand the smell of me, all sweaty and gamy, until we get to our motel.” Mo looked little embarrassed as she said this. I don’t know what possessed me to do it but I leant over and took a deep sniff of her before I replied, “You smell great to me - all womanly and musky. It’s lucky you’re my mother as it’s very exciting and arousing. Hmmmmmmmm…” Mom blushed and said ‘silly’ but she leant over to me a gave me another quick kiss and then sat back and looked out the window with a faraway look in her eye as we set off again. The warmth of the sun and the boredom of the scenery combined to send Mom to sleep and she slumped against the door and as she snoozed. The way she was sitting allowed the top of her dress to sag free of her and I could see almost her complete breast through the arm-hole and this sight did not help my driving but we eventually arrived at our motel late in the afternoon and when we were booked in Mom headed straight into the shower. I sat and finished putting the data into the computer before emailing it back to base and when she finally exited the bathroom she looked wonderful. Her hair was still slightly damp but she looked cool and refreshed in her dress and she slowly twirled in front of me as she said, “I feel marvellous. That snooze and then the shower have left me feeling all fresh and cool and on op of the world.” Mom then grinned at me, and went on, embarrassed, “Mind you I suppose should feel ‘cool’. I forgot to grab fresh underwear before I rushed into the bathroom and all I’ve got on is this dress – nothing under it at all. I’d better get something on before I shock and embarrass you.” She made as if to open her bag and I quickly spoke up “If you feel that good why don’t you just stay like way. It doesn’t worry me if you leave your panties and bra off and who else is going to know?” “I couldn’t do that. It’s indecent! It does feel good though – even if a bit naughty” Mom sank down on the side of her bed without making any further move to get panties from her bag and looked everywhere but at me. I finished what I was doing, plugged into the phone jack and sent off my email and when it was finished I shut down the computer and turned to Mom and said, “Right slip your sandals on and let’s go. There’s a diner over the road and they serve a nice meal.” Travelling On “I can’t go like this. I’m almost naked. I’ll have to put some more clothes on.” Mom was a little panicked at the thought of going out in public like that. “Don’t be silly – you’re totally respectable. Whose to know what you are wearing except me and you. Anyway, think how daring and naughty it will be – now come on.” Mom sighed and slipped her sandals on with some reluctance and preceded me out the door and we went over the road to the diner, with me grasping her hand about half way there to give her some moral support. The meal was just as good as I remembered, nothing too fancy - just well cooked and presented, and we shared a bottle of wine with it and afterwards I talked Mom into a couple of after-dinner drinks. There was a small dance floor at one end of the diner, a jukebox with a wide selection of music and 2 or 3 couples slowly dancing to soft romantic music. It took some doing but I convinced Mom that she should have a dance with me, and, even though she protested that it had been years since she had last tried, she finally followed me onto the floor. This dance led to another drink and another dance and by the third round we were both pretty mellow and relaxed. “Thank you so much for bringing me with you. I now feel that life is worth living again and that’s all because of you. I don’t know what would have happened to me if this hadn’t happened.” Mom was getting quite emotional and she gave me a huge hug and when we went back to dancing we just naturally seemed to be so much closer together. Since all she had on was a dress I could clearly feel Mom’s body pressed up against mine and I could even discern her nipples from the rest of her breasts pushed into my chest. Her tummy felt soft and yielding and her thighs firm and exotic up against mine, and the inevitable happened, I began to get aroused. I was mortified and tried to pull away, sure that Mom must be aware of the effect she was having on me but she gave no indication that she was could feel my erection digging into her and refused to release her hold on me. I was relieved when the song finished and we were able to return to our table and when seated, I suggested that it was time we were heading for our motel, and, somewhat reluctantly, Mom agreed and after finishing our drinks we returned across the road. We both very decorously changed in the bathroom and retired to bed without much being said. When Mom’s breathing had settled and I was sure that she was asleep I carefully and quietly began to masturbate, visualising very naughty incestuous pictures of what I would like to be doing to my Mother, until I spurted my seed into my dirty sock that I had carefully taken to bed with me. It was a very forceful ejaculation that seemed to last for a long time and I figured that this was because of the long time that I had been aroused and teased, inadvertently, by Mom. I was immediately ashamed of my forbidden desires when I had finished and vowed to try to stop thoughts and desires like this tempting me again. I turned on my side to go to sleep and when I did so I heard Mom sort of sigh and also move in bed and I wondered. Chapter 6 Next morning, as was becoming usual, I was up first showered etc and once again sipping coffee with the morning paper before Mom lifted her head from the pillow. “Good morning, Dear.” She greeted me, “Thank you very much for such an enjoyable evening last night. I can’t remember when I last had a good time. I even enjoyed the dancing even if was so long between dances.” She climbed out of bed, came over and gave me a kiss that lasted slightly longer than ever before and then she fumbled in her bag and headed into the bathroom. I heard her lower the seat and then the sound of her pee splashing in the toilet and I found it very erotic imagining her sitting there with her legs spread and the stream of urine gushing from between her spread pussy lips. If I wasn’t careful I would have to jack–off again before I set off to work. Eventually she emerged from the bathroom and I nearly bit a chunk out of my coffee mug. Mom had apparently decided to relax her modesty standards and today all she was wearing was a bra and panties, no petticoat, and not just a plain set of everyday white cotton underwear but a black lacy ensemble that was only designed for one purpose, arousal. And they certainly worked. Mom sat on the edge of her bed facing me and began to remove clothing from her bag. “Could you drop my bike off before you go? I think I might have a really long ride and look around today since we’re staying another night. What time do you think we should meet back here?” I was totally entranced by the picture she was presenting me. I could make out her nipples though the lace of her bra and I was sure that I could see pubic hair and the beginning of her split through her panties. “Mike? Mike? You OK?” “Oh, yeah, sure. I should be back about 4 /4.30 and, since tomorrow’s Sunday we won’t do much, maybe just a leisurely trip to the next stop – about three hours easy travelling. I think I’d better get away. See you later.” In the evening we again went to the place over the road for dinner but tonight we returned to the motel and watched TV for the evening, consuming a couple of bottles of red wine in the process. It was very hot and quite muggy and the air-conditioning unit didn’t work very well and it seemed that it would be difficult to sleep. I was sitting watching in shorts only and Mom was only wearing a tee shirt and shorts and when it was finally time to turn in Mom commented, “God! It’s so hot! I’m going to sleep in just this tee shirt and my panties. It’ll be far too uncomfortable in pyjamas or a nightie.” She stood up from her chair and went over to her bed and after turning down the covers, she removed her shorts and sat down on the bedside, giving me another good look at her black panties. If it was good enough for her it was good enough for me, so I dropped my own shorts and stepped out of them and went to the bathroom in just my boxer shorts. When I had peed and brushed my teeth I returned and climbed under just the top sheet and watched as Mom followed me into the bathroom. Her tee shirt was only long enough to partly cover her buttocks and I enjoyed watching them wriggle enticingly in the thin confines of the lacy lingerie. When she returned, after peeing noisily, she was beautifully outlined in the bathroom light behind her and I was sure that I could see the bulge that her pubes made in the crotch of her underwear. She never so much glanced in my direction until she was standing between our beds and about to climb in and then, as if it was an after-thought, she turned, came over to me and bent down and kissed me goodnight. These kisses were slowly becoming more lingering and I found them very erotic, wondering what had suddenly brought them about after all theses years. I was hard again and keen to wank myself for the second night in a row and I lay there waiting for Mom to drop of to sleep. When I was sure that she had dozed off I was about to start when I heard her breathing change. Mom was lying facing away from me and I could see that her arm was moved softly but rhythmically. She had obviously been doing the same as me, waiting for me to sleep and then to masturbate, and had mistakenly thought that I had fallen asleep. I thought what the hell and began to stroke my cock while watching her movement slowly speed up and become more urgent. I was soon gushing into one of today’s dirty socks and tonight I deliberately let out a quiet groan as I came and just after this I saw Mom stiffen, gasp and then slowly relax, surely having reached her own orgasm. After rolling over to face away from Mom I dropped off and when I woke next morning I couldn’t believe what we had both done last night. Chapter 7 When Mom woke I was almost finished my coffee and we talked about what we should do today, it being Sunday and free. “While you get up and get ready why don’t I go and find some food suitable for a picnic and we could set out early and find somewhere nice for lunch on our way to our next destination. I wouldn’t mind getting there reasonably early as I should run some washing through.” Mom thought that was a great idea and by the time I returned with our picnic she was up, showered, dressed and ready to depart. Looking absolutely radiant and carefree in her summer dress she put all our gear in the rear of the van and urged me to take off. We stopped and had croissants and coffee at a small café before heading out into the country and travelling for a couple of hours before we came across a small stream and found a nice spot amongst some trees to take a break. I found that I really enjoyed the drive and I had forgotten what nice scenery there was to be found on secondary and back roads. We parked and locked the van and went for a long walk along the river bank, often holding hands, just revelling in the country air and sounds and, by the time we got back, we had both worked up an appetite and were ready for lunch. I retrieved a blanket from the divan in the van and carrying that and the carton our food and wine was in, I went over and found a nice spot under the spreading limbs of a tree near the water. After we had eaten Mom lay back on the blanket and stated that she was going to soak up sun-sunshine. “Why don’t you pull the skirt of your dress up and let the sun get at your legs?” Mom made no reply, and probably thinking that I had already seen her in her underwear before, just pulled her dress up to mid-thigh and settled back down. “Go on. Pull it all the way up. There’s no point in half doing things and there’s no-one here to see but me.” This time she did not even sit up, just reached down and dragged her dress the rest of the way up before laying her arm over her face to block out the sun, intending to doze. This time her hem was almost at her waist and all her legs and panties were exposed to my sight. She was wearing tight, satiny, yellow coloured panties today and I could clearly see the large patch of her dark pubic hair through them. They were tight enough fitting to mould her pussy lips and the size and shape of them were nicely framed between the tops of her thighs that she had slightly parted. I was sure in my own mind that Mom was completely oblivious of the picture she was providing me and I thought that she figured I had already seen her in panties so no further harm could be done. I was ashamed of my thoughts and hoped that she was completely unaware of what I would like to be doing to her. When the sun began to drop we set off again and reached the motel I usually used where we received the bad news. There was a convention on in town and everywhere was full to capacity. They had figured that I was due and had kept me a room but unfortunately it was a double, not having known that I was travelling with someone. If it was not suitable they would phone round and try to find me some alternative accommodation but they did not expect to get anywhere less than 30 miles away. After a quick conference with Mom we decided to take what was available and we collected the keys and moved our bags in. There was enough food left over from lunch to feed us and we agreed that a lazy night at home would be good for both of us and so, after running a wash through the motels commercial machine I transferred our clothing to a drier and retired to eat before retrieving it. We both sat round, watching tele and reading and treading fairly carefully, each of us a bit wary and nervous of the fact that we were going to share a bed. At bedtime I retired to the bathroom to change and donned a tee shirt and my sleep shorts and Mom changed into her pyjamas when I returned. When we climbed under the covers we both kept as close to the edge of the bed as possible, leaving a considerable gap between us, and, as I was fully aware of Mom’s desirable body being just across from me, it was some time before I dropped off. I must have been quite weary as I slept right through the night and when I woke next morning I found that we had rolled together during the night. I was spooned up against Mom’s back and, to my absolute dismay, I discovered that I was sporting an erection that was pressed hard against her bum. I prayed that she was still sleeping and I went to pull back from her when she sort of spluttered, freezing me in place, and rolled over to face me, remaining pushed against me. “Good morning, Dear. Sleep well?” She didn’t wait for an answer before going on, “That’s the best night I spent in over a year. I was so used to sleeping in a double bed with someone beside me that I have had trouble since I’ve been sleeping alone.” “Yeah. To my surprise I slept well too. I didn’t think I would.” “That’s good. What’s this? Is there something else in this bed with us?” Mom grinned at me. “Oh, God. I’m sorry Mom. It’s very embarrassing but I can only apologise.” I could feel my face burning as I tried to pull away from her. “Don’t be silly. I was married to your father and for 36 years and I know all about ‘Piss Proud Erections’ in the mornings.” Mom had her arm over my shoulders holding me to her an she gave me a good-morning kiss and then said, “ You’d better use the bathroom first and get rid of your problem.” She released me and I scuttled to the bathroom keeping my back to her as much as possible. When I returned Mom was still buried under the covers and she suggested, as I got dressed, “Why don’t you head off to your morning call and leave me here to get ready and fold up our washing? I’ll be packed and ready to go when you get back.” I had completely forgotten our washing in the hot-water cupboard for airing and I would have headed off without it if Mom hadn’t reminded me. I agreed to her suggestion and left to grab some breakfast and then to make my first visit. When I returned later that morning Mom was as good as her word and she was ready to go as soon as we had packed our clean clothes into our drawers in the van. It was a long boring haul across the plains to our next town and e grabbed a quick coffee before leaving town. The road crossed through miles and miles of empty fields with hardly even a tree to break the monotony, this being grain country, and after about an hour and a half of travel Mom slowly tilted sideways until she was leaning against the door and dozing. She was wearing a shortish skirt and a light blouse today and in her sleep she shifted round enough for her skirt to ride up giving me a good side view of most of one panty clad cheek. Once again she was dressed for the heat and her panties were white and light and they fitted her tightly, pulling up into the split of her bum and moulding her buttock almost as clearly as if it was bare. From the way her nipple was pushing out the front of her blouse it seemed that she had not bothered with a bra and she was a highly erotic and exciting sight. The fact that my mother was giving rise to these wicked and incestuous thought was beginning to worry me and I was not sure whether we should carry on travelling together. I was giving a lot of consideration to sitting down with her and explaining the effect that she was having on me and possibly suggesting that in view of the circumstances she might like to catch a bus home. I decided to give it till tomorrow night to see if I could overcome my desires before broaching the subject with her. Shortly after I decided on this course of action Mom woke and smile contentedly at me. “Sorry about dozing off. The heat of the sun and the boring countryside sent me off. How far have we sill got to go?” “We’re only about half way. This is the worst bit on my whole route but we don’t have to travel tomorrow as I have enough calls in the area to take up this afternoon, all day tomorrow and one on the morning of the next day.” Mom shifted a bit uncomfortably in her seat and then asked, “Is there a gas station or something coming up in the very near future?” “Nope. It’s like this almost right into town. We passed the last stop about 10 minutes ago while you were sleeping. What’s wrong?” I guessed correctly what she was about to say. “I’m sorry but that cup of coffee has gone through me and I need a toilet stop. I can’t last too much longer. Could you keep an eye out for a rest area or something, please?” “I’m sorry Mom. But it’s like this all the way. I can’t even remember a tree or a bush that you could hide behind. The only good thing about this road is there’s hardly any traffic ever uses it. The best I can offer is that I pull off the road and you crouch down on the off-side of the van.” “Well if that’s the best we can do I suppose it’ll have to do. Any time your ready then, please Dear.” I spotted and area where I could safely get a few feet off the seal and when I pulled over Mom leant over the back and pulled a handle-full of tissues from the box in her bag and hopped out, closing the door firmly behind her. While she was turned away I hadn’t been able to help myself from using the controls to quickly tilt the offside mirror down as far as it would go and I was able to watch as, close to the side of the van Mom reached up under her skirt and slid her panties down round her shins and then crouched, with her feet parted and began to pee. The way that her skirt fell over her knees prevented me from actually seeing much but I could see the stream of piss squirting onto the ground and splashing a little. I saw that Mom had her eyes squeezed closed and I guessed that she was enjoying the relief that emptying her bladder was bringing. When she was finally finished Mom opened her eyes and her gaze met mine in the mirror, but she gave no acknowledgement that she was aware that I was watching. I, guiltily, looked away and when my gaze returned she was no longer looking into the mirror and I figured that maybe she hadn’t seen me. I watched her reach under her skirt, wipe herself with the tissues, wad them up and throw them away before standing up again and bending down to grasp the waistband of her panties to pull them up into place. As she slid them up her legs, quite slowly, she seemed to deliberately lift her skirt as she went and by the time her panties were back in place the hem of her skirt was almost round her waist. I had received a clear shot of her bush and cunt lips as she did this and her actions, seemingly considered and deliberate, made me wonder whether Mom was playing some sort of game with me. Maybe what was happening to me was not entirely my fault. Mom was a bit flushed when she regained her seat and she sighed with relief as she said, “Phew! That was a relief. I’d of wet myself if I had tried to hold it much longer. That would really have been embarrassing! What would you have thought of your old mother then.” and she sort of giggled. “Oh, I don’t know. I must be a bit perverted as I’ve always thought that peeing is bit erotic and a turn on. I must admit though that the thought of watching my mother wetting herself is probably a bit over the top.” I waited anxiously for Mom’s reaction to this comment, hoping that it might be a giveaway to her feelings. “Oh you nasty boy! Stop that sort of idea straight away! The next thing I’ll find is that you are sneaking around trying to peep at your old Mom.” She didn’t look too offended or repelled by my statement and it seemed as if my idea might possibly have some foundation. I could only wait and see. Chapter 8 We stopped at the first MacDonald’s that we came to and as we sat, consuming our burgers and shakes, Mom suggested that, as it was getting late, I should drop her and her bike at the motel and she would book us in while I went off to my first visit. I agreed that this seemed like a good idea and I headed off leaving Mom to make the arrangements. I was finished up and back sooner than I had expected and Mom and her bike were still away when I entered the unit that I had been directed to. To my absolute surprise I found that she had booked us into another double unit and it seemed we would be sleeping in the same bed again. I wasn’t certain how I felt about this. Travelling On I was flat on my back on the bed when Mom arrived back and she spoke fleetingly as she passed, “Hello Dear. Have a good day? I’ve got to go to the bathroom.” She hardly slowed as she passed and I saw that she had not closed the door after her. “I must be getting old. When I need to go it suddenly becomes urgent. I had a great ride round today, there’s some really nice scenery and parks in this place. I might make a big day of it tomorrow.” I could easily hear her lowering her clothing and sitting down as she spoke and the splash and hiss of her piss was as clear as if I was right beside her. The sound of her stripping some paper from the roll and wiping herself was the final straw and my penis stood to attention. When she came out I saw that she had not put her shorts back on and was just wearing her shirt and panties and I decided not to conceal my erection from Mom and just lay there looking her over as she examined me with my cock pushing a large bulge in my pants. Neither of us made a comment but I figured that Mom now had confirmation that her pissing excited me and I wondered what use she would make of that information. “What are we doing tonight? And how should I dress?” Mom looked over at me with her eyebrows raised in query. “We could find somewhere for a meal and a dance if you like. You seemed to enjoy it last time, and why don’t you wear that same dress. You looked lovely and refreshing in it.” “That would be really nice. I did enjoy it the other night.” Mom looked really pleased at my suggestion, and went on. ”I suppose you want me to wear the same under it as last time as well?” she giggled. “Why not? You seemed ever so cool and relaxed the other night.” “Oh, You!” Mom blushed a little but I noticed that she only took her dress with her when she returned to the bathroom to shower and once again she didn’t close the door completely and I wondered if this was some sort of subliminal invitation to enter, but I didn’t do so. She was carrying her white panties when she came out and she was aware that I watched as she dropped them into her washing bag, knowing that I was now sure that she was nude but for her dress. I showered and, after consulting the motel manager, we headed off to the restaurant that he had recommended. It was a truly wonderful meal and we were both very satisfied when we moved to a small table beside the dance-floor, where unlike the last place there was a small ensemble playing some real mood music. It wasn’t long before we were on our feet and moving to the rhythm of the music and we must have had almost every dance until they turned the lights down when the whole place suddenly became more intimate. In the middle of the next number Mom wrapped her arms round me and gave me a hug before leaning her head forward and whispering in my ear, “You are making me feel young again. I didn’t know that it was possible to enjoy yourself like this at my age. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She reached up and pulled my face down to hers and kissed me hard on the mouth before placing her arms back round my neck and staying glued to me. This had the usual effect and I tried to keep my lower body away from hers but she quickly re-assured me, “Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind. Just pretend it’s not there.” “It’s hard to ignore.” I blurted out but I let myself press against her and carried on moving with her. I suddenly thought ‘What the hell’ and I let my hands slide from the middle of her back down till I was cupping her bum. I waited for a protest from Mom and when none was forthcoming I gently squeezed and pulled her closer to me, grinding my cock hard against her. Mom seemed to enjoy this and made no effort at all to escape and I decided to take a little bit more liberty when we were in the darkest area of the floor. I lowered one hand a bit further and clutched tighter forcing my fingers into her crack where I could clearly feel the heat of her, just one thin layer of cloth separating me from bare skin. My fingertips must, by now, have only been a whisker away from pressing against her pussy but it was definitely not offending her so I brought my other hand up between us and gently cupped her breast. We were hardly moving by now, just swaying slowly to and fro, as we enjoyed the sensations that we were inducing in each other. It finally became too much for me and I felt that I would soon erupt in my shorts, so I released Mom and whispered that I thought it was time we were heading back. She looked disappointed but she held my hand as we walked back to our table and collected our things, paid the bill and departed. Mom sat with her head back and her eyes closed as we drove to our motel and she had a contented smile on her face and her nipples were erect and showing why she was so happy. Neither of us made any mention of our actions on the dance floor and I saw that when Mom came out of the bathroom that she was wearing her nightie tonight and I was sure that that was all she was wearing. I had stripped to my boxers while she was getting changed and I lay there and admired the effect that backlighting was having as she hung up her dress before getting into bed. Mom leant over me and kissed me goodnight after once again thanking me for a lovely night out and for the first time I felt her tongue brush over my lips. When she settled down she was a lot closer to me than previously and I was tempted to try to initiate having sex with her. It was only my uncertainty and fear of getting it wrong that stopped me and I decided that any advances should come from her. Chapter 9 Next day I headed off for my busiest day on my route. I had a number of calls to make and Mom would be left to her own devices for the day. I had suggested to her that I would be quite weary that night and it would suit me to eat in if possible and that she should try and locate a good take-out nearby. She agreed to do this on her travels and I departed with her still in bed. I finished a bit sooner than I had expected and it was about an hour earlier than my guesstimate when I entered our unit. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the sight that awaited me. Mom had obviously had a shower when she got home and it appeared that she had come out of the bathroom to dry herself and do her hair and makeup. She had a towel wrapped turban style round her head and another one round her body. Well it was around her body but she had seemingly rested back on the bed and dozed off in the sunshine and the lower towel had come loose. Mom was now naked and sprawled out on her back giving me a clear and unobstructed view of her whole body. She was snoring softly and looked very innocent and vulnerable as she lay there but she also looked extremely pretty and erotic at the same time. Her pretty face topped a delicate neck that led down to her breasts, not overly large but very well shaped and only sagging a little to the sides. She had medium sized aureoles tipped with quite large dark nipples. I had to resist an urge to rush over and suck these wonders between my lips. Below her breasts her belly button sank deep into the top of her tummy that bulged only ever so slightly out above the forest of hair that grew there. Mom must have been a bit old fashioned as she did not trim herself down there and I found that this was very much to my liking as I enjoyed seeing a large dark bush. The top of her pussy was a bit hard to see through all the hair but I could make out the line that showed the split between her lips and I could see a small fold of flesh that I took to be her clitoris. As her legs were quite far apart I could easily see the lower part of her cunt and that she had reasonable sized lips that were slightly apart showing pink fleshy folds between them. Her thighs and calves were also nicely shaped and sized and, all in all, Mom was a finely put together lady. By now my cock was painfully hard, a seemingly regular occurrence lately, my mouth was parched and my hands were shaking in time with the trembling of the rest of my body. It was terribly hard not to rip off my clothes and pounce on my beautiful desirable mother but I forced myself to quietly leave. I drove off down the road a bit and then parked and wondered what to do, finally deciding to phone in and wake her before I returned. When I got through on my cell phone Mom answered quickly and sounded wide awake and a bit excited, making me wonder if she had been as fast asleep as I thought – she’d come wide awake very fast. When I told her I would be home soon and did she need anything picked up she said ‘No’ and that she would see me soon. After a couple of relaxing drinks in the motels small bar we ordered in pizza and retired to the tele for the night, sipping on red wine with our meal and for the rest of the evening. At bedtime Mom once again was in her nightie and I was in my boxers and once again I got quite a passionate good night kiss with just a hint of tongue. I lay there finding it very hard to get to sleep, the imprint of my naked mother right t the forefront of my mind and I eventually decided to chance my arm. I couldn’t carry on like this, it would be better to know one way or another how mom would handle my advances. I rolled over to face her and I wasn’t sure if she was still awake or not but I stretched out my arm and placed my hand on her thigh a few inches above her knee. The feel of her bare skin was overpowering and when she made no protest I began to slide my hand higher. Mom groaned and rolled more onto her back, leaving the leg I was fondling flat on the mattress but raising the far away knee and pulling her foot towards her bum, spreading herself wide open for me to explore. She reached out and grabbed my head and pulled me to her as she whispered, “Finally. I didn’t think you would ever do anything. I’ve been offering myself to you for days and I was starting to think you weren’t interested.” By now I had reached he junction of her thighs and I had placed my hand over the heat and wetness that was her excited cunt. I could feel that she was extremely aroused and ready for me as her lips were gaping open and the inner lips were very prominent. I prodded and rubbed my fingers all over everything and I could feel her opening up more as she got even more aroused. When I finally brushed my fingers over her clitoris she cried out and bucked against my hand, desperately dragging her nightie up until it was bunched around her neck and her body was bare and available. Mom was clutching and squeezing at her breasts with both hands before she reached down with one of them and pulled my free hand up to replace hers as she groped for my cock. I had never been this excited in my whole life and my penis felt as if it was going to explode, I was getting frantic to stick it inside Mom’s pussy and when she dragged my face to hers and stuck her tongue deep in my throat it was almost too much. I rolled completely between her wide-open thighs and lifted myself from her with one arm as I fumble the head of my cock to her opening with the other. When it was in place I pushed it in with no finesse, just one quick shove and I was right there. I didn’t move, just lay panting on top of her, savouring the sensation of my cock being deeply imbedded in a tight, wet place that was squeezing it deliciously. Mom was in the same mood, as she didn’t move at first either, just hugged me to her and continued to tease and arouse me with her tongue. When she had explored the whole of my mouth and nearly choked me by shoving her tongue far down my throat she began to lick my face and neck, nearly driving me crazy. Slowly I began to fuck my mother, my strokes at first being slow and gentle but as I began to close in on my orgasm I began to shove it harder and faster until I was slamming myself as hard and as deep as I could manage. Mom was shoving her body back at mine and, also nearing a climax, she was loving the force that I was taking her with. Finally I reached a peak and the top of my head exploded, it felt as if my whole backbone was forcing it’s way out of the small opening in my cock and it went on and on, far longer than any ejaculation I had ever had before. My whole body was shaking violently and there were flashing bursts of colour before my eyes, it must be a bit like this when you were dying was the thought uppermost in my mind. I think it must have been my orgasm that tipped Mom into hers. I thought mine was pretty spectacular but it was nothing to what she enjoyed. Her whole upper body turned bright scarlet, sweat burst out of her forehead, her nipples AND breasts seemed to swell and grow hard, her whole body shook violently, all the veins on her neck and throat swelled and stood out and she screamed as she dug her fingers deep into my shoulders and pulled me hard into her with both her arms and her legs, which she had wrapped right round me until her heels were digging into my back. Her climax seemed to go on forever, far longer than mine and when she finally fell back, absolutely spent, and lay gasping on the bed I felt extremely jealous and envious of what she had just experienced. “Oh thank you God! I haven’t felt anything that wonderful since we first got married, if then. I wonder if I’ve died and gone to heaven?” “No I think you still living. If not I must have died as well. Do you appreciate what we have just done? Mother and son having sex! That’s about as illegal as it gets. We’ll spend forever in prison if anyone finds out. How do you feel about it?” I looked over at Mom to see what she would say and do. “I feel great and far too good to even consider negative thoughts. Let’s talk about it in the morning. I’m going to grab a quick shower before sleeping, why don’t you join me?” Mom climbed out of bed, dragged her nightie from round her neck and threw it aside and headed, bare-arsed naked, for the bathroom and I followed stepping out of my boxers. It was a very sensual experience showering with Mom, our wet slippery bodies rubbing and sliding against one another under the warm flow of water and we finished up washing each other body. Mom payed particular attention to getting my cock clean, washing it and soaping far more than required and while I was keen it didn’t seem to be too interested in standing up and being counted again so soon. Mom’s breasts had my complete attention for quite a while and her nipples were only too eager to stand erect and show that they were enjoying what I was doing and it was hard to drag myself from them to wash her pussy. With a well-soaped face cloth I washed her cunt carefully both inside and outside and when I was satisfied that it was clean I began to soap her pubic hair. Mom had ‘endured’ my washing by holding herself up by the shower head and just standing there with her legs well apart and her eyes shut, breathing in panting gasps through her mouth and she seemed disappointed when I ended. I had turned the water down to not much more than a trickle and I worked up a large amount of lather as I rubbed and massaged her whole crotch with shampoo and there was a heap of foam covering her whole pubic area when I jokingly said to her, “Look Mom. It looks like a pile of whipped cream. What a tasty little dessert it would be too.” Mom blushed scarlet and stammered out, “D..d..don’t be silly. You’re only being awful now.” Hmm, I thought to myself, I think she protests too much, perhaps she would like me to go down on her. When we had dried each other off we returned to bed and crawled, still naked, under the covers and Mom gave me a much more chaste goodnight kiss and I fell asleep with her whispered thanks in my ear. Chapter 10. When I woke next morning, not having so much as twitched during the night Mom was already awake and lying, happily cuddled into me and she greeted me with a passionate, tongue thrusting good morning kiss. “Hello Sweetie. Isn’t it great to be alive? I feel absolutely wonderful this morning. What about you?” “Yep I feel pretty great too. A little bit guilty though. Do you feel that as well?” “No! Not in the least. Who have we harmed? What real difference or harm could two people like us do by making love? As far as I’m concerned it’s just a silly outmoded law that should only need to protect the young or helpless and neither of us comes under that category.” “Well, I can’t argue with that and if you’re happy then I am as well. If all’s well then you won’t mind if I try something that I’ve been wanting to for a while.” And I began to crawl under the bedcovers and down Mom’s body. I don’t think she fully comprehended what I was up to until she felt my breath on her belly. Her hands reached down and grabbed me as if to pull me back up but I continued lower until I was at her pussy when I pulled her onto her back and pushed her legs apart to let me reach her with my mouth. I licked and sucked and slurped and nibbled and pushed my tongue into as much of her as I could and I could feel Mom getting more and more excited until finally she grabbed the back of my head with both her hands and forced my face into her as she bucked and shoved her cunt back at me. I had been gently rubbing my cock as I worked on Mom and listening to her squeal with pure joy and excitement gave me such a pleasure that I came with her, pumping myself empty onto the bed-sheet. When my head re-emerged from under the covers Mom gushed all over me with gratitude, “Thank you for that. Your Dad used to do it occasionally but his heart wasn’t really in it. I think he found anything but straight sex perverted – a lot of men of his generation were like that. Now what about you?” “I’m all right, just the taste and feel of you was enough to bring me to a climax. Now, we’re a bit late so I’d better get moving” I climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom and to my surprise Mom followed me soon after and stood watching as I finished pissing. When I moved away from the commode I was amazed to see her sit down and spread her legs wide apart and begin to pee herself. I found it a bit embarrassing to watch her, sort of like being a peeping-tom, but she quickly set my mind at rest by saying, “You said that pissing is a turn on for you. Aren’t you going to watch?” I dropped to my knees in front of her and got a close up view of her cunt lips spread open and a strong golden stream jetting out forcefully from between them. When she was finished Mom leant back and invited me to wipe her dry, and I did so more than willingly. “I wouldn’t put too many clothes on today, Mom,” I said, “I am sure that somewhere between here and our next stop I’ll have to park up and give you another serious fucking. You’ll be lucky if that pretty pussy of yours id ever really dry again.” Mom didn’t look at all alarmed at this prospect and I knew that my life had changed forever and nothing would ever be the same again. The End. Travelling The Sexual Galaxy The ship's main plasma screen burst into life, a ream of text appearing in bright green letters. "Captain? We've found something!" **************************** WARPHOLE OPENING DETECTED ZONE TAUREO-15 ALIEN MATERIAL ALERT DISPATCHING RETRIEVAL CRAFT **************************** "Let me know when the computer knows what it is. We've found some pretty freaky stuff lately with all this unusual warphole activity." -0- Part I: Alien Abduction Days I have a secret: I like sci-fi. Lasers, droids, grand space operas, all that stuff. And of course, those corny stories where beautiful alien girls say things like "Tell me more about this Earth think called 'kissink'." For some reason, these girls always have some kind of vampish East European accent. Can't get away from the Cold War, I guess, even in what was meant to be 60s and 70s escapism. But yeah, anyway. Those stories. They had, on occasion, helped me while away a half-hour or so of delightful masturbation, as hordes of breathtakingly gorgeous warrior princesses would plead and beg to be allowed to make love with me in order that they could carry out highly important but strangely unspecific scientific research. Nothing wrong with that, just healthy fantasy. But then you start to wonder. About all those stories of alien abduction. I mean, obviously at least half of them are simply cries for attention. And another quarter are quite clearly just mad. But then, there are a few, where you just get the creepy feeling down your spine that, well, maybe there are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. After all, the laws of probability suggest we aren't all alone in the universe. Even if life on Earth came about through a quite gobsmacking number of sheer coincidences that could have been disrupted at any point by some quite small, seemingly insignificant event. So yeah, I guess I do believe that sometimes, just sometimes, these stories have more to them than meet the eye. Although obviously, I'm not holding my breath for my perfect girl to decend in a beam of glowing light and say "Ve haff become fascinated with your mating rituals and now vish to undertake ze physical tests." Huh? What's that? Do I have a story of my own to tell? Um, well, now you've asked, I suppose I do. This one is true, I swear. But it's also not your usual alien-abduction fantasy thing. No, sirree. This one is a whole lot hotter, at least for me. This is like winning the lottery, receiving a call telling you you've won the Nobel Peace Prize and getting the hottest oral sex in the world – all rolled into one. Wanna hear about it? *** The object from the warphole had been placed in quarantine, where the ship's robots could deal with it and prepare it for analysis. It was a small, silvery disc, around five inches in diameter, with a hole in the middle. The computer screen flashed into life again. **************************** ANALYSING SOURCE MATERIAL ULTRA-CARBON DATING AND SOURCE DATA: ORIGIN: EARTH, 21ST CENTURY NATURE OF OBJECT: DATA CARRIER ANALYSING>>>>> DATA IS VISUAL MATERIAL DECODING PLAYING>>>>>>> **************************** "Captain? You wanted to know when the computer found out what the object was? Well, it's --- interesting. Oh, and you mentioned the word 'freaky'? Get ready to find a new word to replace it." "Wow. That's hot." -0- Part II: Beam Me Up, Stacy I'm so glad you want to hear about it. Make yourself comfortable. You may want to loosen some clothing. So. There I was. A rainy Thursday night at home. Nothing doing. Nothing on television, half-heartedly cooking dinner, nothing flash. Idly pondering the thought of spending some time on Lit. Remembering that I had to take the rubbish out. Mundanity writ large. And then it happened. There wasn't a bright light, nor was there a strange rumbling. There wasn't anything too distinct at all, just a momentary sense of dislocation, a brief mist that affected the brain as well as the mind, and all of a sudden, I wasn't at home anymore. No, I was quite clearly a long, long way from home. Although I still had a spoon in my hand that was covered in bolognese sauce. I held onto it tightly, a familiar object in an unfamiliar world. I was in a corridor, made out of what appeared to be some kind of oddly pearlescent marble, with gently glowing and, overall, quite soothing lights within it. The walls curved away ahead of me; I looked back over my shoulder to see a similar prospect. My heart was racing, but as the moments passed and I wasn't immediately eviscerated, exterminated or otherwise severely inconvenienced, my breathing slowed. I couldn't just stand there, could I? I had to walk forwards. I mean, I tried the whole clicking-my-heels-together-lets-go-back-to-Kansas thing, but no dice. So I put one foot in front of the other, and kept on going. I followed the gently curving corridor, and the lights moved along with me, gently shepherding me onward. I emerged into a wider, open space, with screens built into the walls, covered in squiggles, symbols, flashing lights. I blinked, trying to take it all in, trying to commit to memory this most unusual turn of events. And then, I saw that in front of me was a high-backed chair, facing away from me. The chair started to turn, slowly ... I felt my heart racing again, drawing in breath sharply, preparing to flee, quite where I don't know, but that whole fight-or-flight adrenaline thing was kicking in. The chair completed its turn. And, hard as this may be to believe, a woman was sitting in it. Not a 6-foot Amazon queen, not some kind of catwalk model. Just a normal woman. Pretty, when I thought about it. Nice eyes. And curvy too. Curves in all the right places, that hint of sin in slight overabundance. In fact, gorgeous. Just not out-of-this-world gorgeous, even though that's precisely where we were. My one-track mind was shaken from this appreciation of my host's appearance as she spoke. "Hi. I am Sprakkkgos8utjgalslg23. But I understand this is hard to say in your language. You may call me Stacy." "Stacy?" "Stacy. Now. I must apologise for having so peremptorily – um – borrowed you from your home. But I am engaged on a mission of vital scientific urgency. And you can help us." It was at this point that I wondered about the mushrooms I'd put into the bolognese. Or whether I had simply fallen asleep. Or whether I had gone mad. I mean, I know the difference between fantasy and reality. And this was quite clearly off-the-charts fantasy. "On the contrary, it is quite real. And do not worry about your - bolognese? - whatever it is. This is not fantasy." "How did you do that?" "Brain-wave scan technology is quite easily developed. A small adaptation to the neural networks means we can assimilate language and knowledge virtually instantly." "So why do you need me?" I asked, although I already knew the answer. "Because without physical experience, knowledge is passive. It is, if you will, a form of masturbation." I gulped. "And what exactly can I do on this front?" I liked the glint in her eye and the naughtiness in her smile as she replied, adopting a sudden, sultry accent: "Ve vish to study your primitive matink rituals." -0- Part III: Getting To Know You, Getting To Know All About You Elsewhere in the ship, the crew were still gathered round the screen where the computer was playing the disc that had been rescued from zone Taureo-15. There was a hushed silence as the grainy visuals played themselves out, before the crew erupted into chatter about what they had seen – at last, something new. Something exciting. And something decidedly kinky. *** Stacy was escorting me to a private room. As she did so, she languidly started to remove her somewhat utilitarian space uniform, trailing the garments across the floor behind her. With each movement, each scrap of cloth that departed, a beautiful woman was revealed in front of me. With – and I blush to relate it – a simply cracking pair of tits and an arse I could worship for the rest of time. I followed her. What else could I do? While fairly firmly convinced that none of this was actually happening, and that it was in fact quite possible that I had actually just suffered some kind of brain storm that had left me trapped in a universe of my own twisted imagining, there was still a gorgeous woman leading me on, with promises of lust and fucking. Stacy closed the door behind us. "Aren't you a bit uncomfortable with all those clothes on? Our studies have indicated that they are unnecessary. Unless they will help to arouse you?" "Ah, no," I stumbled, starting to strip as quickly as I could, in that gawky way a man does when there is only one thing on his mind, and the small animal bit in the brain is in charge. Soon I was naked. And, despite the deeply confusing evening I was having, I was ready for action. In fact I was straining at the leash. She raised an eyebrow. "My," she said. "Ve are a big boy, aren't ve." (I am fairly convinced that this was the result of her having read my brain patterns for what I wanted to hear, with the lurking fear that she would in fact sigh, put her clothes back on and kick me out of the nearest airlock.) We embraced, and suddenly nature – if that's the right word -- took over. Her curves fitted to me, her eyes shone up at me, and I dipped my head and kissed her, hard and long, sliding a hand around her waist, up her back and then down, down, down to that wondrous bottom. Her hand, meanwhile, found its way between us and snaked between my thighs to grasp my cock, stroking it between our stomachs, making me groan. I felt her heavy breasts pressed against me, felt the heat building, kissed her harder, my other hand moving to her neck to pull her to me. Her hand started to move, slowly but tight around me, coaxing and encouraging. Suddenly there was a soft bed underneath us, and we tumbled forward into it, locked together, hungrily exploring each other. I lifted her nipples in turn to my mouth, sucking deep on them, rubbing my fingers roughly over them. She moaned, an animal hint to the tone there too that excited me more. After all, even if she was an alien, we humans are just animals too. I pushed her back on the bed from me, her hand reluctantly releasing my hard cock, and knelt gently between her legs. I kissed the soft, sweet curls there and then that soft skin on her thighs, feeling her squirm under me. And then I tasted her, and I was lost in the taste of her, my tongue busily tracing lust-patterns over her lips and clit, her moans driving me on, her hips bucking and her legs stiffening. I pushed my tongue inside her, hungry for her, loving the feel of her cunt around me, moving to circle her clit with my thumb. And then she was moving, pushing my head up and rolling over to be atop me, moving down my body, and then enveloping the head of my cock with her hot, wet mouth, looking up at me with such wide eyes. My hands clasped at the bed as she sucked, taking me deeper with each move, a hand helping to stroke me. And then, just as I thought she would beckon me to take her, fuck her, ride her, pump her hard and fast and until she came her brains out, she stopped. And asked me to turn away. I complied. It was her spaceship, after all. There was some rustling behind me, some ill-defined movement. I waited, my cock throbbing and my mind full of delirious fantasy. "You can turn round now," said Stacy. And so I did. And what I saw took my breath away – and, interestingly, made me go weak at the knees and, if anything, my cock more achingly hard than ever. For kneeling in front of me, with a big, dirty grin on her face and an extremely naughty look in her eye was Stacy, wearing a big, metallic, shiny gold strap-on. -0- Part IV: The Anal Probe The computer had been forgotten. The screen was still spooling out the video, but the crew were now far beyond looking at that. Instead they were in various states of congress, some of them decidedly alien. There were gentle murmurs and moans, and the sound of flesh against flesh. *** Now, I'll admit to you that I have some kinks. I'm open-minded. Stacy had tapped into one of my deepest unrealised desires – to be fucked, tenderly and lovingly fucked, deeply and thoroughly fucked by a woman who wanted to be the fucker, not the fuckee. "I know you want this," she said. "I do," I breathed. "I want it, I want it, I want it. I want you to fuck me." "Let's play first," she said, and handed me a big tube of lubricant. "I want to see you stroking me." I squeezed out a big dollop of jelly onto my hand – can't have too much of this stuff – and began gingerly to daub it onto the end of her strap-on cock. Hesitant at first, my growing excitement led me to stroke more firmly, spreading the lube all over her plastic toy. "That's it, baby," she murmured. "Wank that cock of mine, and wank yours too while you do it." My hand moved to my cock, slick with precum, stroking myself and her in time, leaning in then to kiss her and feel that her heart was pounding as hard as mine. She took over again, propping me up on my hands and knees, moving behind me, applying lashings of lube to my bottom and I was trembling, trembling with the sheer mental ecstasy of what was about to happen. "Are you ready baby?" "Yes. Oh god, yes. Yes." And then she pushed up against me, and I felt the tip of her strap-on start to slide into me, and I, the fuck-hungry slut that I was, I pushed back onto it, wanting her inside me, wanting to be filled. I'd never felt anything like it. The ribs on her strap-on cock pushed into my bottom, filling me up completely, and finally, unbelievably, I felt her hips against me, her hands pulling me close. She lent forward, her big tits rubbing against my back, and whispered softly in my ear: "Are you OK? Do you like it?" I could hardly answer, the sensations spreading through me were so intense. I managed just to whisper back. "Yes, oh yes, oh yes. Now fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please, please, fuck me." She started to move, gently at first, the feelings driving me wild already, then her hips moving with more ease, riding steadily, and I heard her breathing deepen, a slight hitch in her throat as she moved, that whisper of an aching moan that speaks volumes to a lover. And then she moved deeper, harder, faster, and I gave myself to her, pushing back to meet her thrusts, driving myself onto her cock, loving it, loving it, deliriously loving it. And then we were moving again, she pulling out of me, me rolling over, my legs up, and she entering me deeply again. Her hand moving to stroke my almost painful cock, sweet relief as her fingers grasped me tight and began to move in time with her thrusts. And, most excitingly of all, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright, her moans now beyond her control as her hips bucked, bringing her own pleasure closer as she brought mine boiling to the surface. "I love fucking you, I love it, I love it," she cried, and as she did she drove to her deepest yet and I felt the world sliding away as I started to cum, hot spunk spraying from my cock as she wanked me hard, fast, harder, faster, not stopping even as I writhed under her. And then she too was shaking and writhing, her breath coming in big racking gasps. She leaned forward over me, panting, looking into my eyes. One hand moved to my stomach, fingers trailing through the sticky cum there, going to my mouth first and then to hers, giving me a picture that will live in my memory forever. We lay together, cuddling, swapping tales of our worlds, our lives, our travels, before moving to couple again, she fucking me bent over, one leg on the bed to give her room to move as deep as she liked. And then we slept. And when I awoke, the spaceship was gone, and I was back in my home. But I had a souvenir. Stacy's dildo. Metallic gold, seven inches long and beautiful. I've still got it. It's the proof that this story is true, not just a cry for attention, not the work of madness. And it is something I will always treasure. I've never seen Stacy again. I only hope she is off somewhere bringing pleasure to another man who has a deep-seated hunger to experience what I experienced. -0- With the crew now lying spent, the computer ejects the disk from its playback mechanism. **************************** DISC EJECTED ANALYSIS COMPLETE DISC TITLE ASCERTAINED: "BEND OVER, BOYFRIEND" **************************** Travelling To Maine It was a rainy fall night. The water wasn't coming down to hard but it was freezing at night compared to the warm days of the month. The rain slacker he had worn was hardly keeping the cutting cold air off his skin while he rode through the night. The windows on his truck were permanently open, that tends to happen when someone steals them out of your dorms to use with an art project. Then again, his sister was a crazy person. The wind rushed in pulling the rain with it. He had to find a place to stay warm. A grown in his stomach helped guide him to his destination. A cute little dive called "The East Corner" shown on the dark highway ahead. Even from here it looked like a cozy all night dinner although there wasn't a single car in the customer parking lot and only one sticking out from employee section. Still, a warm place with nice food was an attractive proposition. He turned the truck off the highway and into a parking space just by the front door. He pulled his color up over his neck and rushed from his truck as soon and he could lock and slam the door shut behind him. As he ran to the front door he came to a sudden surprise as he tried to pull the door open and it held shut. He pulled again and all he found was that he wasn't getting in and was getting more and more soaked. He panicked for a second not sure if he should knock or if he should just return to the truck and maybe find another place to settle down for an hour or two before he spotted someone inside. Through the rain soaked door he couldn't see her all too well; a large figure wearing a blue uniform, but that was all. He knocked a few times before she turned toward the door and started walking toward it. A click later and the door was being pushed outward towards him. He took a step back before he turned and took a good look at the woman who answered the door. She was a beautiful full formed gal, with lush tanned skin and long hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her figure was large, quite round under her blue uniform shirt and down to lower calf skirt. Her smile was nice and wide, although her eyes had a sense of being apologetic in them. For a big girl out in the middle of nowhere, she was quite gorgeous. "Oh my, sorry dreary! Debora must have locked it on her way out and you're the first customer since she went off shift," She said in a slightly deep female voice as she lead me inside. The place inside was just as nice outside. Lots of booths lined the side wall and a few round tables sat just off the bar. I took a seat at the counter however. No one else here so might as well sit near the T.V. "That's alright," I said, sliding onto the stool as the waitress went behind the counter. "I'm no witch so I won't melt with the water." She giggled for a bit before handing me a menu. "So dear, what can I get you to drink?" I glanced on the back of the quickly photocopied menu and picked a hot fresh tea. She quickly brought me a steaming cup of water and a tea bag. "I'll be right back Hun. Gotta go see if George got the stove on. See if he can get your grub fast. Meanwhile, you take the time to spot what you'd like alright?" "Sure thing, I will be hear." She winked and then headed to the back of the building. While she was off I did as she suggested, looking through some appealing food items such as a fresh omelets or hamburger while ignoring some fresh things that made me grown such as cold foods such as sandwiches. By the time she came back I voted on a fresh double chicken burger with some fresh fries, a meal affectionately called the "Big Bird". "Alrighty there sweetie, George is all ah ready to get'cha what you need. So, what'll you have?" She had a big sweet grin on as she came out. She looked very beautiful on this cold night and her smile looked very inviting. "Honey? You alright? Have I got something on my face?" I caught myself then, guess I must have been staring for a moment. "Oh yeah, I'll have the big bird, no tomatoes though thanks." "Sure thing," she said, "Fries or chips? I'd recommend the fries myself, but I'm biased as I cut the current batch myself." "Fries then." She jotted down my request then huge it on the dial behind the counter and it was pulled back to the kitchen. "Alright sweet. So what are you doing on our lonely stretch of road at this time of night? That pick-up doesn't look like a trucker hauler so I'm guessing you're not one of them." "Nah, just traveling the highways before heading off to a new job out in Maine." "Oh really? Maine? That's a bit far away. Why by truck?" "Ah that's just the truck I need for the job. Don't want to buy a brand new one. Can't afford that." She smiled at that, "Yeah, I hear you on that. This business isn't well paying either. So what are you heading out there to do?" The night worked on as the half hour of waiting for my food ticked by. I found her name was Susie, and she was a local girl who had worked here at "The East Corner" for about five years since she was 25. She'd had two kids too, but lost one at birth and the other lived with her ex way out in Florida. In all she was a sweet gal. I told her a bit about myself as well. As I was heading from Arizona to Maine to start new work in construction for my brother out there, and about how driving so far has been a lot of fun, save of course the recent stormy night. By the time my food came, the place had filled a bit more, and Susie had to take care of a few more customers but eventually things settled down and Susie returned to me. Guess I was more interesting than her regulars. "So what are you doing later?" "Pardon?" I asked. "You know, what are you doing after you head out of here? You've been driving all night and that windowless truck isn't going to let you drive much more today. The Television just said that the storm was gonna get worse." I thought for a few. "Well, damn. That's going to put me back a day. Well, any good motels or hotels around here?" She nodded. "Sure thing Hun. Heck I'll even point it out to you if you'd like. Gonna get off my shift in about five and if you don't mind could use a ride." "Nah nah, I don't mind. Although you'll have to deal with a wet seat." "Heh, that's okay Hun. Your truck seat will just have to deal with a greasy butt. After all, this is a diner." She turned her waist slightly pulling her rear end a bit forward and giving it a good slap. It was a nice large booty and jiggled a bit under the skirt. It did have some nasty grease over the skirt but it was nothing worse than what had been placed on the seat before. "Okay, well let me go take care of the bill and then clear off that seat for you." "Sure dear. Let me get that check for you." She returned with the check and I dropped a few bills before heading out to the truck. The seats where soaking wet and so were the bag I had placed on the right seat. I grabbed it and tossed it behind the seats and pulled a towel from the floor bed. It was already a bit damp but enough to dry the seat slightly. By the time I was done and had climbed in to key the engine, I heard someone reach into and unlock the right door and as I turned I spotted Susie climbing in. She was a little cramped in the truck but she found some comfort. "Well, we heading to the motel first or do I drop you off and you'll give me the directions?" "Well, the two places are right next to each other, so it's not a problem. Take a right up here." It took us a few minutes to head to the place until we were finally on the road with her place and the motel on it, only I didn't see a motel. "So where's the place? Is it behind those trees there? Oh is that your place there?" "Yeah that's my place, pull on in." "Okay." As I pulled into her drive way and she climbed out the truck, I was getting a bit confused as she hadn't mentioned where the motel was. Already the skies had turned from a pitch black to a slightly illuminated purple, indicating the sun was coming up. I called to her as she stepped out and she pressed herself against the side of the truck with the pouring rain coming down around her matted her hair to the sides of her head. Her uniform was now a deep purple with being soaked from the rain coming in from the drive and it was a little easier imagining the edges of her hefty breasts as she pressed them against the side of the door. "Yeah Hun?" "Uh, where's the motel?" I asked confused. She giggled at this and replied, "Don't be silly sweetie. I'm not gonna let someone as kind as you is pay for a motel room. Come on in." With that she slide off the side the vehicle and walked toward the door. I was a bit shocked by the turn of events but I thought sleeping on a couch in a stranger's house might be better than forking over a couple of dollars at a motel for a half rated room. I pulled the key out of the ignition and headed to her front door after her. Her place was a little small compared to how it looked on the outside. The front door lead straight into the kitchen dining room which was over stuffed with old boxes full of who knows what and afterwards was the living room which was small with the dresser, TV stand, and sofa cramping the space. Afterwards I saw the slightly illuminated tiles of a bathroom afterwards. I noticed however, there was no bedroom, just another door that I could spot a washing machine through. "You need a towel Eric?" She called from the bathroom. "Sure," I said. I guess it would be nice for me to dry off a bit before sitting down. She came back out the bathroom while rubbing her hair dry with one towel and holding another one out for me to take. I followed suit with her in drying my hair blinding myself for a minute. As I pulled the towel away from my eyes I noticed something rather interesting catch my eye. Susie had finished drying her hair and was in the process of pulling off the top of her uniform. As the wet cloth peeled off the skin, the shirt pulled the soaked sports bra she wore with it, her two breasts plopped out and jumped up and down before me. She had a nice round belly and her two nice melons fit perfectly over her cute pierced belly button. I stared shocked as she continued to not care at me watching her as she kicked off her work shoes then took hold of her skirt and unzipped the back of it. Her legs were plump and full but I could still make out the green underwear she wore over her nice pale skin. As she turned away from me and walked into the room with the washer, I received a good view of her ass as the panties were pulled into her ass crack. While she walked she pulled the panties out of her soft ass crack. I kind of shock my head a bit as I heard the water from the washing machine kick on. I started to dry my face again before I heard her come back in. "So? You gonna rip off those cloths so I can toss them in the wash or you gonna sit around soaking wet?" I looked up at her. She had pulled on a white cotton robe over herself. She looked nice with her hair matted down and the great cleavage she was showing. I didn't notice she had the type of breasts that shoved against one another and wearing that robe really exposed that fact. "Oh uh yeah sure." I pulled off my shirt. I wasn't exactly well built myself. I had slight man boobs and large love handles but it didn't matter much to me. I handed her the shirt in her exposed hand and she waited patiently for me to hand more. "Uh, I kind of don't have any boxers on." "That's okay Sweet. Just here," She said as she handed me a large old beach towel. I unbuckled my belt and dropped the pants quickly as I wrapped a towel around my crotch. It wasn't that I had anything to hide I just didn't always feel like exposing myself. Not that my 6" was a problem, although some have said my bag is rather large. I handed her the jeans and the socks that followed. She took them and threw them in the wash and closed the lid behind her. When she came back in, she tossed the pillows off the couch and then pulled out a folding bed from in it. She then climbed onto the bed and pulled the pillows back on then grabbed a set of covers from behind the couch's bed board. "So, where do I sleep?" I asked. She giggled, "Don't be silly and get in here with me." She clicked on the TV and I shrugged to myself as I tightened the tuck-in on the towel before climbing in next to her. We sat and watched some morning kid's show but it wasn't before long before I felt a hand slide down the covers next to my side. Soon, I felt a slight weight on my leg over the towel. In a moment the hand slipped into the towel and around my balls which had already swelled slightly from seeing her breasts and ass earlier. Her hand was soft, yet firm as she put a slight pressure in her grip as she massaged my testicles. Eventually her hands slipped away from my enlarged sac and around the base of my shaft. She moved slowly up and down the beam, but avoiding the head. Her hands moved with the sounds from the T.V., dancing with every word and song that came on. It was enough to excite me but not enough to climb to orgasm. As the minutes passed in silence, I felt the weight of the bed shift as she moved from her resting position and pulled away the towel around my waist. Soon I found both her hands at my crotch; one wrapped around my shaft the other massaging my balls. Then the weight shifted again and I felt hair around the skin of my dick and then the warm breath on my head. The tongue that slipped down my urethral slit knew its work and danced around the head both across and at the base of it. Soon I found myself deep in her mouth, her lips touching the base of my shaft and my cock feeling the pressure of the back of her throat. As her mouth moved up and down my member I hardly noticed the fingernail slide down my chode until it poked my anus. The finger slipped in a little as she played with my prostate with the edge of her fingernails, teasing me enough to bring me to climax. I wasn't sure how much I produced as I was a chronic masturbator these days, but however amount I did she swallowed as she had swallowed the head of my dick. She sucked for a bit more while massaging my balls working her tongue up repeatly from the base of my cock to the end of my urethra getting as much semen as she could from me. As she pulled herself off me I got a good look at her grinning face as a thread of semen still clinged between her lips and the head of my penis. She dapped it with her finger and slowly licked her finger greedily as she smiled at me. "Feeling better?" She asked as she shifted her weight back up to lying next to me. As she did so, she untied her robe. Either the robe had shrunk or, more than likely her breasts had become larger because she was aroused because as soon as she had untied it and laid down on her side, the left breast plopped right out. Her nipple was huge, standing an inch and a half off her body with an aurora of about four inches. While she lay down, she leaned her head down and took a bite around her nipple, pulling the enlarged breast along with her. I watched her with excited eyes as she licked her breast before my eyes started down her body a bit. The right side of the robe hide most of her body but her large hips pulled it up a bit at her waist and it was easy to get a good view of her red haired bush. It was a thick mess of hair and I couldn't see anything beneath it, but I imagined soon I would. "Much better actually. Enough to share the love." I slide my left hand over her belly and under her robe to her back as I slipped my right over her exposed breast. I pulled her towards me with my left hand until her belly was pressed against mine and I could feel the edges of her pubs push against my enlarging head. I took hold of her right nipple between my fingers and pinched it between my fingers. I then moved my lips around her neck and bit into it slightly. Her skin tasted of rain water and sweat. As she moaned from the pleasurable pain, I used my left hand to pull her robe back. I couldn't see what I was doing but I soon found hold of her ass. I rubbed the check gently while continuing to nibble her neck and begun to rub her left breast with my hand. As I did this I then pulled my hand to her bush and begun to rub it around until I found the top of her clitoris bulb. She started to moan as I pressed her button. Stopping my massage for a minute, I took hold of my cock and begun to massage the end of my head onto her clit, using the moisture and pressure from my hardened dick to excite her more. She was becoming more and more excited but somehow I knew her orgasm was far off. I began to nibble on her right nipple while pulling more and more violently on the left. I resumed massaging her clit with just my fingers for a few more minutes and again her excitement rose but not enough. Soon after I found myself bored of this position and I then moved myself to an upright position. I took hold of her legs and pulled them up to my shoulder, with one knee on either side of my neck resting on the bottom of my shoulder blades. I pushed back the damp bush of hair over her crotch exposing her plump and inflated pussy lips. She had some slight brush burns here but I dared go where other had gone before. She had no smell save the smell of sweat from her legs and layers and when I begun to lick around her pussy lips I found she hate little to no taste. I used my right hand to continue to dance around her clit while using my tongue to slip further and further inside her lower lips. Her pussy tried to grab my slick tongue as hard as it could as I tried to reach deeper and deeper into her. It was a bit too hard with her thigh being so large, so I did the next best thing and slide a finger into the top of her shaft. It took me a minute but I soon found her spot and she started to moan louder and faster and louder and faster until she screamed in orgasm. Her juices flowed freely as I tried to drink her up with my tongue. She took a minute or two to dry somewhat and before she fully did, she took hold of my hair and pulled me out from under her. Soon I found myself lying on top of her with my arms wrapped around her grabbing hold of two flabs on her back and kissing her neck deeply. She avoided it every time I tried to kiss her lips but she seemed to enjoy kissing each other's neck and chest. Soon I found myself having my dick jerked off again, allowing it to become nearly completely hard. In exchange I started to massage her pussy again and soon she was comfortable enough to take my dick and slid it inside her. Soon I found myself on my knees with her legs loosely wrapped around my waist. I began to thrust into her as she began to grind my cock inside her. She was easy to stay inside of and the only reason I slipped my hand down was to begin playing with her clit as I fucked her. We begun to move faster and faster until she suddenly slowed down extremely fast. "Some… thing… wrong?" I asked as I was reaching my halfway point. "Not inside… there… Let me flip… Over." She then unlocked her grip on my waist with her legs and slide off my dick. My member felt cold without the warm embrace of her twat. I masturbated for a moment as she flipped herself over, sticking her ass in the air at me. "I don't want to risk another kid. But you need a hole to plug, so," she then got up on her knees and pulled her ass checks apart. Her anus looked open and welcoming over her juicy pussy lips below. "Take a shot in there. I don't mind too…" Before she could finish those words I poked my cock head into her ass. It wasn't too tight of a fit at first but then she clutched slightly. She eased off a bit as I slipped in more and more, expanding her asshole. When it felt comfortable enough and I was sure she was, I began to push and pull, regaining the momentum I had before she expressed her no pussy cumming wishes. Deep sounds of squishing came from her rear as the juices from her pussy that had enveloped my penis now allowed me to move back and forth in her ass. Obviously Susie loved ass sex because soon before I had even picked up plenty of speed, she orgasmed, dripping a bit down her legs. "Finish… it" She screamed as she orgasmed. I pushed harder and faster until I reached my own orgasm and unloaded inside her. Travelling To Maine She collapsed onto the bed as if she had been totaled drained by the second orgasm. My dick was already becoming soft as it was released from her dark hole. I slide down and on top of her before sliding to her right. I kissed her gently on the shoulder before closing my eyes. She whispered something to me but I couldn't make it out as she trailed off to sleepiness. In a few minutes I had fallen asleep as well. Through the night I stirred from time to time as she moved. I think I heard her mention something about cleaning the bed before walking away. She was back by the time I had fallen asleep next time and a nice large blanket covered the both of us. The night passed quickly and by the time I woke it was past 4pm. I was already 5 hours behind schedule. As I woke I found her also sleeping still. A quick look outside told me that the rain had already come and gone, and that I should head out soon as well. I slipped into the clothing from last night, now freshly cleaned from what turned out to be a washer/dryer combo machine. As she still slept, I took the time to get her number by pressing the 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 code on her phone then I took the time to write her a note before heading out to my truck and driving off to Maine. Susie woke up about an hour later. She seemed disappointed to not have that man still lying in her bed when she awoke. He had been a good conversation last night at the diner, and a good lay here at home. She grabbed her robe from where she had thrown in one of the times she had gotten up at night and pulled it on without bothering to tie it. It took her a few minutes before finding his note. She cried a bit at it but understood it. Even in the end she wanted him more after reading his message. Dear Susie, I'm sorry I had to run out of you babe, but I've got a life waiting for me in Maine. Last night was fun, both the talk we had before, and the time at your house. I don't know if I'll ever pass your part of the world again, but I grabbed your number and I do want to keep in touch. Who knows, maybe you'll pass out here one day. Either way, if it's possible, I'd like to get to know you more, as a friend or more. No matter what, you'll be a memory of life I'll always cherish. Love, Eric It was a cold night and the winds cut at his skin through his jacket and freshly cleaned shirt. He was already lonely but unless he turned around now, there'd be no diner. Not tonight. That waitress was too special to try to replace even if just with words. No, tonight it would just be him, the road, and the memories of Susie. Travelling with Odette [Author's note: I expect most readers will not reach the end of this novella in one viewing. With that in mind, each chapter is written as a self-contained story.] * CHAPTER 1 -- A TOURIST'S ARRIVAL Home in Boston At age 39 I enthusiastically embraced the maxim that life began at forty. Except I didn't notice any difference when the birthday came and passed. I just went on making money for myself, my partners, and the shareholders of the small company I headed. Even the death of my wife from cancer was just a blip along the way to turning fifty. Everything came to a head at my 50th birthday party. A glass in one hand, I was with a group of my contemporaries, but only half-heartedly listening while they chatted, and my eyes wandered to the group of youngsters my daughter had invited. All aged about twenty, they'd dressed casually for a warm evening, which meant mainly in hipster mini-skirts, and tops that left their midriffs bare, as was the fashion for people their age. The fecund hips of one particularly curvaceous girl seemed to be trying to burst out of their girding waistband. Pinched at the hips by the skirt, the skin over her padded pelvis was stretched tight, and glowing with vitality. She caught me looking at her and sent a fulsome smile across the room. Mainly it said, 'Hello, you're Cheryl's father aren't you?' There was just a hint of, 'Why are you looking at me like that?' The smile shared her pretty face with a mild disquiet and an awareness of her own femininity. Reminded of the disparity in our ages, I gave her a dismissive, 'hope you're having fun', kind of smile and looked away. My gaze came round to the bare neck and shoulders of the woman next to me -- an old friend of my late wife's. Her skin was tired, without the youthful glow on the curves of the girl across the room, and I felt a horrible awareness of only kidding myself I was still young. My eyes crept back to my daughter's friend. She was gaily talking in her group and isolated from me by a gulf of years I was only just beginning to accept. Most of my life was over, and beyond being recaptured. I'd squandered the zest and liberty of my youth, tying myself down to a job and promotions then, at thirty, for business reasons, marrying a successful woman five years my senior. I'd loved her in a proper kind of way, without spontaneity. Commercial success had seemed the only reward in life I needed. Now I ached for what I'd missed -- the intimate touch of a young woman's body -- like the girl's across the room. I told my daughter after the party that I needed a vacation, and she understood. It would be my first break in five years. She would not, however, have understood the companion I arranged through a reputable escort agency in Auckland, New Zealand -- far enough way for only a remote risk of meeting anyone I knew. Overcoming my qualms, I specified being provided with a girl between nineteen and twenty, despite it being my daughter's age group. She had to have worked with the agency for no longer than a month, and be prepared to tour with me through the dramatic scenic spots of that beautiful country. Auckland Airport Using the simple expedient of holding up an oblong of cardboard with my name hand-written on it, the girl met me at the airport as I came out of Customs with the other passengers from the Qantas flight. She was cute-looking, with a white cloth-cap planted jauntily on her curly brown hair. Her blue eyes were intelligent and certainly didn't say 'tart'. They lit up when she saw I'd recognised my name, her face expressive, her look not jaded or hardened. I'd insisted on that too. Her mini-skirt was shorter than anyone else's in the airport concourse and, along with the shapely perfection of her legs, made her stand out in the crowd. Above the waist, a little cotton jacket was zipped up at the front. It lifted at the bottom with her arms holding the sign up, revealing a narrow glimpse of bare midriff and hips. Nicely tanned, she certainly didn't need to have stockings or pantyhose, and the almost brazen display of bare thigh, coupled with the sign, left people wondering, who was the lucky guy she was waiting for. "I'm Jason Tomber," I said, nodding at the sign. "Do you have ID?" I appreciated the care she was taking to be sure I was genuinely her client. To the benefit of her agency, and in advance, a lot of money had changed hands. I showed her my passport then passed it in front of the eyes of the criminal-looking type who came up beside her. He glanced at her, she had another look at me, and then nodded to him and he melted into the crowd. I assumed she'd had the option of calling the deal off and of being replaced with another girl. After all, she knew I was going to be old enough to be her father so ugliness, had it been added to that, would have been just too much. Anyhow, even though I would be paying for her services, I felt flattered by the choice she'd made. I even felt more at ease in her company. Foreplay in the Limo In the hire limousine, we sat in seats facing each other. She kept her knees together because her tight skirt had ridden up. I asked, "You've had your baggage delivered to the hotel?" "I dropped it off there myself." "Do you have other skirts in it that short?" "Some -- for day-wear." "Ever wear them without panties?" My American voice was a contrast to her local accent, and my question a prod at her reticence. "I may when I'm indoors, if that's what the client wants ... My name is Odette, by the way." "I know. That's pretty ... French ... So you're wearing panties now then ... Odette." My mind remained fixated on her underwear. She was young, lovely, and available for sex in a way only a prostitute can -- and I'd waited a long time -- all my life. A nod confirmed my supposition. I asked, "Would you like to take them off for me?" "Do you want to have sex right here in the limo?" "No. I'd just like you to go without panties under your skirt all the time we're together -- indoors and out." My request didn't faze her. She'd performed briefly as a lap dancer, according to the agency's bio. Show without touch would have been the cheapest option for the customers of the nightclub where she'd worked. Slipping her panties off her legs, as if it was routine, she asked, "Do you want to see my pussy in any particular pose?" Her eyes probed mine for any indication of where my whim was leading. No nineteen-year-old -- nor any other woman for that matter -- had ever made such an explicit offer to me before. I liked the open honesty she showed about sex, and her willingness to display her body for my pleasure. "Just sit forward," I said, "and open your legs." She complied gracefully. I was pleased to see I'd gotten what I'd required of the escort agency -- a sweet, bare, tight little pussy. Her outer labia concealed the pinkness inside and her skin was white under the dark stubble of her pubic hair -- less than a week's re-growth after shaving, just as I'd fantasised. "You're perfect," I said to the lovely thighs framing the tantalising display of her sex. "Thank you." The limo followed the curve of a long bend. One of Odette's legs swung across to join the other then opened again. "Do you want me to spread for you?" I guessed she meant something other than her thighs because they were already open. I shook my head, still admiring what she was already displaying for me. I asked, not looking up, "What sex acts do you do?" She waited until my eyes met hers. "Almost everything that's legal." "What is illegal in your country?" "Rape, or anything sadistic, or sex with animals. Not much else once you're over sixteen. I haven't done anal though." She looked like she hoped I didn't have a fetish for it. I told her my opinion that anal would be like passing up a Havana cigar for dung wrapped in tobacco leaf. "If I ever strike someone who's not as nice as you I hope he's no bigger than a Havana cigar -- I'm sure that's all I could take up there." She grinned. "Maybe we'll try a Havana for fit one day then," I said with definite interest. "You'll understand if I don't smoke it afterwards, naturally." "I'd be offended if you did." She seemed to be trying to read my mind. Then she said, humouring me, "Shall we get the usual question out of the way?" She paused meaningfully. "The answer is to pay off my student loan for the year." "That only answers why," I retaliated. "What's the answer to how could you?" She didn't hesitate, "I like men's hands on my tits, and I like having my cunt penetrated more than once in a day." I glanced below the hiked up hem of her skirt. "But?" "Other than that, it's just a service I provide. Guys get to fuck whatever wet orifice they pay for." "You do oral?" When I was a boy, it was unheard of. "Doesn't your wife?" "She didn't, no ... I'm a widower now." "I'm sorry." She seemed to be genuinely sympathetic. "Would you like oral?" She was looking at my mounded crotch. I gave her the slightest nod. She slipped to her knees between the two seats and spread my legs. With my belt unfastened, she freed my trouser catch then lowered the zipper. Her fingers slipped inside the loose front of my boxer shorts and pressed against the crinkly hair on my pubic mound as she clasped the base of my stiff shaft. As she caressed my cock I closed my eyes in ecstasy and let out the groan of pleasure building in my throat. My boner stuck straight up from her small hand after she teased it out of my underwear. She let her fingers glide up and down over the white skin, making me not only vocalise sensations of pleasure but feel so sensitive down there that I could hardly bear it. My eyelids closed again and I gave in to the exquisite waves of pleasure shooting up from my groin. Then she stopped. I was looking into her blue eyes. Down below, her hand gripped my cock at the base again and started milking it like a cow's teat. I gasped at the hot river of sensual gratification flowing into every fibre of my body. Jill, my deceased wife, hadn't believed in hand jobs either. Was she to look down at me now she'd be learning a thing or two. The thought made up for a lot -- like the missionary position being the only way she had been prepared to perform her marital duty with me. Sex was distasteful to her if it got any more adventuresome. Odette played my male organ with the sensitive fingers of a musician, knowing which key would tease me with delight and which chord would drive me over the edge. She gave my cock the dry heaves, bringing it to epileptic-like spasms I couldn't control and which, like overloading a circuit, almost blew the thrilled pathways of my brain. My nuts ached and I couldn't believe how swollen I'd become. The blood vessels standing out along my erection looked like they'd never go down. Abruptly, Odette stopped pumping my shaft. She took her hand off my cock altogether, leaving it throbbing. Lifting her skirt, she pressed her bare belly against my manhood. I realised she wanted to give it solace while, twisting, she fished in the shoulder purse on the seat behind her. She found a sealed condom and brought it out. "Do we have to?" She regarded me seriously, "What have you done since your wife died -- for sex?" "Only what you were doing a few seconds ago, but by myself ... I like it more with you." She grinned then tossed the condom back in her opened purse. "I'll take a chance on you." She leant back and lifted her skirt off my cock. "It really is your first time for oral, isn't it?" She milked me gently with her hand as she edged her knees apart on the carpet and let her face come closer to the flaring head of my cock. Her tongue moistened her lips then she lowered her chin, letting her mouth open and form a warm seal around the helmet on the end of the broad shaft in front of her. It was like having my cock gripped by a vagina, but still different from anything I'd ever felt before. When her tongue touched the tip I almost exploded. It swirled quickly round the rim, teasing and thrilling. Then she alternately sucked and licked. I had to grab her head to make her stop. She held her hair back out of the way and raised her eyes, her mouth hovering just above my cock, its head slick and the tip open. "It's all right," she said. "You can come whenever you want to." "In your mouth?" "If that's what you want." "Doesn't the taste gross you out?" Even so, I got a thrill out of the thought of my jism spurting into her throat and coating her tongue like thick mayonnaise. "I've only ever done it with a condom on, so I don't know." She slid my cock between her lips again before I could talk myself out of it. Her head bobbed up and down, her saliva providing the lubricant for her lips while her free hand burrowed into my underwear and cupped my balls. My cock slid back and forward on her tongue as if it was the floor of her cunt, and her mouth gripped me like wet pussy. An overpowering sensation flooded my groin and jism came rushing up my shaft and jerking out of the exit hole. Odette swallowed convulsively. I felt the last spasm in my loins and the cessation of sucking on my cock. The helmet popped wetly out from between Odette's lips as she slid her mouth off. She straightened, smiling. There was a froth of cum and saliva between her teeth. Cheekily, she poked her white-coated tongue out at me. "You taste like shrimps." "That's not so bad." "I'm not all that keen on shellfish." With her thighs together primly she sat back in the limo seat opposite me. I mixed a drink from the cocktail cabinet and handed it to her. She rinsed her mouth and swallowed. I imagined all my sperm washing down towards her belly, destined never to find her eggs CHAPTER TWO -- ADVENTURES IN QUEENSTOWN Odette Tells a Tale The hotel room had a picture window looking out over a deep blue lake towards the rugged mountains on the other shore. In winter they would be covered in a cloak of snow, we were told. But it was mid-summer now and almost as hot and dry as Nevada. Odette looked superb against the backdrop of that grandeur, two floors up, as she posed at the window to please me. She'd taken off her stockings and the floral cotton dress she'd worn on the aeroplane. All she had on now was a red garter belt and lacy bra. I loved the sight of her bare thighs, loosely open, and the dark, familiar triangle of stubble between her legs. So she would not have to get up from her perch on the deep windowsill, I took a cup of coffee over to her. Then I returned to the chair with my drink. After ranging around in my head for something to talk to her about, I asked her how many men had paid to fuck her in the few weeks she'd worked for the agency. "I don't know," she said frankly, not finding my interest offensive. "On busy nights I had four or five clients. On quieter ones, maybe two at the most. Not all the guys wanted to stick their things in my cunt, though. And since I started, there were some clients I saw more than once." Looking at her almost nude body against the scenic backdrop, I wasn't surprised men had gone back to her for more. She filled the silence, "Does it bother you that a lot of men have fucked me." The idea seemed to amuse her. "I'm just surprised you still have such a tight cunt." (I guess it made me curious, having had such limited experience with women.) "Don't you get some big guys?" She grinned playfully, "Even bigger than you, you mean?" She sipped her coffee. "I've been stretched so wide by a few that my cunt's taken awhile to go back to normal." "Do you like that -- being stretched wide open?" She looked at me over the rim of her cup then shook her head, making her brown curls bounce. "Imagine yourself passing a big, hard stool when you're constipated." She knew from her down to earth description that I could imagine graphically how it might feel. She said, "The only relief is once it's out. Then it feels good." "Is that how you feel about me?" "No." Her eyes met mine reassuringly. "Your cock is the perfect size -- not too big, not too small. It spreads me delightfully." She looked like she would be hugging herself if she wasn't holding a hot cup above a bare lap. We were still strangers to each other, despite the mutual intimacies we'd shared, but I wanted to find out if there was any deeper reason for her having become a call girl. A question about it had been lurking in my mind for the last few days, but it was so unpleasant a subject that I had been unable to express it. "What?" she said. "I was wondering if you'd ever been molested as a child." Her legs closed. My eyes shifted to her face. Did she look shocked? She finally said, "I wasn't a child." "Was it a relative?" "No. Two boys in a park. I'd just turned sixteen ... the legal age here." She swallowed. I waited for her to continue, looking sympathetic. "They dragged me into the bushes and stuffed a sock in my mouth so I couldn't scream." She re-lived the moment in her memories, "I was standing between them, petrified. They tore off my dress then joked about how I hardly had any tits. It excited them ..." She explained to me, "I developed late. My breasts were just budding then and I didn't need a bra." She went on about what happened, "One boy held my arms behind my back. I couldn't struggle or it hurt even more. The other one pulled down my panties. I was so shocked that my mouth just hung open. He stared up my legs for a long time, still on his knees, and then he forced his hand between my thighs and touched me. I was crying, and almost unable to breathe." Her eyes stayed on mine for a second. I could visualise the scene -- her naked girlish body; one boy cruelly holding her, and the other feeling her up against her will. I wondered if she was telling me because she had never been able to confide her bad experience to anyone else. She went on, "The boy on his knees said, 'Hey, stop clamping your legs together!' I was doing it instinctively, I guess. The one behind put his knee in my back and made my hips thrust out. The pain was so intense I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. " 'Open up,' the boy behind me hissed, 'and I'll stop hurting you.' I moved my legs apart, like they wanted, and the boy took his knee out of my back. "I'd never been in a sexual situation with any boy before, and the one on the ground was groping me, trying to find my hole, saying he liked the way I only had fluff on my pussy and that I 'wasn't a big girl yet'. He said it didn't matter because little cunts were much more fun to ram big cocks in. I was frozen with fear by the idea of them doing that to me." Odette put down her coffee cup. "His finger found my hole and started poking me. It hurt." She let another pause hang in the air. "The boy on the ground told his friend triumphantly that I still had a little cherry. 'Told you we'd picked the right one,' he said. Then I knew they'd been planning it -- waiting for an opportunity. It seemed even more horrible that they'd cold-bloodedly stalked me to perform indecencies on my body. "I heard the boy behind me say, 'Let's get her on her back!' The one in front pulled my legs out from under me. They lifted me between them and lowered me roughly to the ground. The boy who had held my ankles used his knees on my thighs to force them apart. "I struggled until the boy behind my head grabbed what little there was of my breasts -- virtually only nipples when I was lying down -- and pinched them viciously. I just about passed out. It made me stop fighting. "The other one had his finger in my hole again and it was hurting me even worse. 'I can't break it,' he said. 'We'll have to cut her.' I was terrified, and thought I was going to die at their hands." Odette glanced at me. "The boy pulled my wrists above my head and pinioned my arms with his knees, pushing them into the soft mud and leaves under me, and hurting me almost beyond endurance. It left his hands free to rove down to my belly and delve between my legs. I couldn't close my thighs because the first boy was still kneeling between them Travelling with Odette "The second boy was pulling me open, as if I was made of play-dough down there. 'Push her thighs up,' he said. His friend pushed them wide apart and moved forward to hold them in place against his knees. I was naked and totally exposed. "I could feel my outer labia had been drawn back from the inner ones -- there was fresh air on my hole. A new set of fingers burned like fire on my private parts. They peeled me open inside, dragging the entrance of my cunt into a stretched O. "'I see it,' the second boy said. I couldn't see anything past his stomach. I just wanted the agony of pain on my arms to stop. Fingers slid through my labia on each side of my hole, pushing them back out of the way. Suddenly there was a sharp piercing sensation. It came again and again, like hot needles in my cunt. My perforated hymen ripped open under pressure. I felt my blood welling and went delirious with pain and emotional shock." Odette stared at me, wanting me to know how it had felt. "Imagine being circumcised without an anaesthetic," she said, briefly in the present. "The boy on my arms got off and stood up. The other one had the knife, and there was bright red blood on the tip of the blade. My labia were still loosely open but no one was holding them apart anymore. The boy stood up and stepped out from between my legs, closing the knife. I didn't dare move in case I made it hurt even worse. The boys were both staring down at my cunt, and could see everything. "I felt wetness ooze down my crack and I thought I was bleeding to death. 'Now she's ready,' the boy with the knife said callously, pocketing it. 'She wants it!' "He began taking off his trousers. As soon as I saw his cock, my legs went weak and I knew I couldn't run. 'It's going to hurt her like hell,' the other boy said, still behind me. The first boy asserted, 'That's why she wants it so much.' "My thighs felt as if they'd been glued in position, drawn back to give the two boys full access to my sex. My arms were still frozen above my head. "The boy in front knelt between my legs again and stuck two fingers in my hole. I screamed into the gag as the ragged edges of my hymen burned. The fingers suddenly came out of me. He was holding them up. 'See how wet she is now.' I just stared at the big cock sticking out from between his legs, and watched it lower towards me. It plunged in, feeling like someone had suddenly shoved a big salami up my cunt, splitting me in two. "The gag muffled the sounds I made. "As if his entry hadn't been bad enough, he started using me like the hole for a pile driver, slamming me into the ground. Then he pulled out and his hot cum sprayed over my belly. At first I thought he'd urinated then I realised what it was. I didn't dare look down between my legs in case I was torn and bleeding. It felt like hot pokers had been driven up inside me. "The second boy mounted me straight after, and it was worse than the point of the knife that had pierced my hymen. My insides felt raw, like nerve endings on a sore tooth." I winced involuntarily. "He kept ramming up and down in my cunt, like a piston that wouldn't stop. I was almost unconscious by the time he shot his load deep inside my stretched and abused sheath. All I could do after he withdrew was lie in the same frozen position, bruised inside and out, and moaning into the gag clogging up my mouth with the horrible taste of wool. "I thought my burning cunt would never stop hurting, or ever close again. It was like there was still some invisible force inside me, holding it open. "'I want to piss,' I heard one of the boys say. 'Do it on her,' the other one encouraged, excited by the idea. I saw the first boy who had fucked me. He came up to my side holding his semi-flaccid cock in his hand. 'I'm gonna piss on you 'cause that's all cunts like you are good for.' He ignored the pleading look in my eyes -- which was all I could do with my mouth still gagged and my insides too sore to move. "The stream of urine hit my small tits first, splashing everywhere -- then he directed the flow down my midriff and let it play over my stomach. The humiliation of being pissed on seemed to go on forever. "The other boy was hovering, watching my wet body avidly. 'Let's sit her up,' he said after his friend shook the last drips from his cock. They pulled me to a sitting position, where I swayed groggily. 'Now she looks like she has some titties'. Both boys laughed contemptuously. "The one who had spoken tossed me the remains of my dress. The other boy picked up my panties. He took out his knife and used it to shred the crotch -- stabbing and ripping. 'That's what'll happen to you if you tell anyone,' he threatened. "Because I was frozen in fear, and staring numbly at my panties, the other boy took my dress and used it roughly to wipe the piss off my small tits. Then he reached lower, to my belly and thighs. My skin still felt sticky afterwards, and I stunk of them. The boy said, 'If she goes home like this she's gonna have to tell.' The other boy figured out a solution, 'So we'll make sure we don't get the blame. We'll tie her to a tree and tell the glue-sniffers under the bridge where to go to get a good fuck. Then we'll call the cops so they're caught in the act. The cops'll believe she imagined the rest.'" Odette suddenly burst out laughing. It seemed a weird reaction to the increasingly appalled expression on my face. "Got you," she exclaimed gleefully. "I might be a call-girl but it's not because I was molested as a child. That's just a stereotyping. I like fucking, and it's that simple." She grinned. "Were you turned on by my story?" She bounced off the windowsill and, showing off her sex proudly, came over to my chair, reaching down to feel my crotch then stroke it. "I had a client for a few sessions -- a man older than you," she told me. "I'd sit crossed-legged on his bed, naked of course, and listen to dirty tales he'd written. That was all he ever asked me to do." I pushed her playfully on her back and was between her naked legs simply my falling to my knees on the bed. She giggled as she felt my inexpert tongue, and then relaxed blissfully, with her thighs parted. Tourist Thrills at the Kawarau Gorge High above the Kawarau River an old bridge abandoned for use by vehicles is the site of the first commercial bungy jump in the world. Odette wanted adventure so, travelling by rental car, we included the site as one destination for a day trip into the countryside north east of Queenstown. She was wearing a pleated micro-mini skirt and, being a hot day, no stockings. She'd matched the skirt with a tight tube top. Her appearance turned heads on our arrival at the bungy jump visitor centre, like it usually did when we were out in public. "You're sure you want to do this?" We'd watched from the balcony as a succession of adventurous jumpers took their plunge towards the pale blue waters of the fast-flowing river far below. "I've got butterflies, but that's part of the fun!" She gave me an excited smile. If she'd been my girlfriend, and I'd been younger, I would have kissed her on the spot -- and probably not wanted to stop. "Shall we?" Her eyes looked into mine. "We? No way! You're doing this one by yourself." "At least come out on the bridge with me." "Sure. I can do that. But I'll stop holding your hand when you go out on the plank." "Chicken." Odette's turn came. Two young men wearing company T-shirts knelt at her feet to fit her ankles with the bungy cords. "You realise your skirt won't defy gravity," I heard one of them say as he glanced up at her face. "So I hope you don't mind showing off your knickers." "I'm not wearing any," she said cheekily, "so that won't be a problem." "For real!" Odette pulled her skirt out in front to let the two guys check up it for themselves. They both went bug-eyed ogling her. "If you jump nude," one said hopefully, "we'd give you a refund." Odette grinned down at the man and let her skirt fall back in place. "That would spoil the surprise for everyone watching." The two men finished the job on her ankles then stood up slowly, their gaze unprofessionally running up her shapely legs. "I hope you're wearing a bra under that top then," the guy eyeballed her tits, "or they might just pop out on the jump as well." She gave him a cock-teasing smile, "No, I'm not wearing a bra either." Not that she needed to confirm it because her nipples were already showing as little mounds pushing up under the thin tube top. "Ready then?" Throwing me a sexy grin, Odette moved out onto the jumping platform bolted to the side of the bridge. One of the men, in a safety harness, went with her. "Move to the edge ..." She shuffled forward, one hand staying on the rail. "On the count of three ... one ... two ... three ..." Everyone on the bridge craned forward to watch Odette, her arms spread out, make a graceful dive into the abyss. There were oos and ahs of vicarious thrill from the audience on the balcony over the cliff- edge. Odette's hands touched the river. The bungy cords suspended her for a split second, reaching full stretch, and her little skirt flipped up, exposing her stubble-covered but otherwise bare crotch. There was an audible intake of breath from the watchers then the cords recoiled. Odette shrieked from the thrill of it as her half naked body was flung back towards the bridge. The crowd broke out in spontaneous applause, those at the back standing on tiptoes for a better view. Odette was almost standing in mid air for a second, her skirt falling back into place, then she plunged down again. She rebounded in diminishing half loops until she hung suspended just above the level of the river, her bare bottom and sex once more fully on display. Only this time her breasts were bare too, the tube top having given up the fight to retain them. High above her, the balcony rail at one end was packed with her admirers, her gently swaying figure the only point of interest. Down on the water, two workers in a rubber raft gathered her in by her arms and fed her body onto the floor head-first, handling her in a way that made certain her skirt would stay up round her waist. She pulled her tube top over her breasts as soon as she was lying flat on her back, but left her legs apart, and her skirt up, while the two men -- more interested in her cunt than in what they were doing -- fumbled to remove the fastening of the bungy cords from round her ankles. Prone, exhausted by the thrill of the freefall, and still exposing her privates to them, she lay back and the raft started its short trip to the landing. As I left the bridge to go and meet Odette applause from the balcony started following her up the steps cut into the side of the gorge. Sex in the Car Park She loved being the centre of attention and, as we went through the cafeteria together and out through the rear doors towards the gravelled car park, I wanted her so much -- not unlike all the other men who had seen her jump -- that my prick was in pain. She didn't say anything until we were in the rental car. "Wow! That was a turn-on in more ways than one!" I grinned. "Did you plan it?" "I didn't think about what I was wearing until the guy on the bridge mentioned it." "Are you wet?" She took my hand and placed it under her skirt so that I could check for myself. Parting her thighs, she slid forward on the passenger seat. My fingers encountered the slit between her labia. It was moistened and slick. I fondled her and she groaned, closing her eyes. I used my other hand to pull at her tube top until one pink-nipple after the other popped out. She didn't seem to mind that we were still in a public place. The muskiness from between her legs filled my nostrils as I stroked her slit, teasing it open. I lifted my hand to the spongy flesh at the top of her labia, pressing down over the hood of her clit. Odette's breathing quickened and she groaned more loudly. While my fingers were working on further lubricating her cunt lips, I bent my head to take the tip of her nearest breast into my mouth. Sucking on it, I used my free hand to cup and squeeze her other tit. Odette's cunt lifted off the edge of the seat, giving me access to the full length of her slit. My fingers roved, delving into her warm honey-pot. She opened her thighs wider, thrusting her cunt out to greet the twin intrusion sliding deeper between her labia. Manual stimulation didn't take long to bring Odette so close to a climax that I had to pause. Getting out of the car I went round to her side. She moved out of the way -- her bare boobs rounded perfection -- while I took her place on the passenger seat. Then she straddled my legs on her knees, facing towards me. Reaching under her short skirt, I lowered my zipper and released my cock from the painful grip of straining underwear. Odette cupped her breast and fed her teat back to my lips. As I teased her mammary glands up top, she lowered her vulva towards the pointed head of my erection, unerringly finding the tip with her cunt hole. My cock was rock-hard and she only had to sink slowly down to ease open her slippery sheath. If any pedestrian went by our car we didn't notice or care. They would be able to see us through the windows but they would, I assumed, be too embarrassed (or shocked) to watch. All I was concerned about was the sweet taste of Odette's nipple and the grip of her tight wet cunt. As, open-legged, she started riding the pommel on the saddle of my thighs it felt as if she was trying to drive my cock into deeper and deeper recesses of her soft body, her sweet honey beginning to leak deliciously down my balls. A thrill of exquisite pleasure shot through my body. Every last millimetre of my shaft was lubricated, my pubic hair matted with her wetness where her open cunt came repeatedly down to meet and press against it. I marvelled that her vagina could stretch so far, feeling as if the head of my cock penetrated her cervix and beyond at each thrust. Odette was panting, riding her pommel as if on a bucking bronco, making all the effort. All I had to do was keep my swollen cock pointing upwards as she gyrated around it. Gripping the shaft, her labia-fringed pussy did the rest. In a wild crescendo on my pole, she brought herself to a climax, her cunt and thighs clenching then letting go. She gave an animal cry of breathless ecstasy. Her cunt flooded, not just with her own juices; I'd joined in her vocalization of sexual release. We opened our eyes. Half a dozen people in the car park had turned to stare at our car. In a friendly way, Odette waved at them and they turned aside sheepishly. A busload of Japanese tourists was arriving. As it pulled into a park, the passengers were too close, and too high up in their seats, to see much beyond the roof of our car. Odette pulled up her top all the same, hiding both beautiful young breasts. Her nipples still showed afterwards, but no longer bare. She stayed straddling me, letting me enjoy that exquisite, soft, wet, after-feeling when a man is even more aware than ever of his dick being inside a woman's most personal and intimate place. The Japanese tourists -- mainly young couples -- filed out of the bus, chatting excitedly about what they were going to do or see. They saw us. They might have thought, from the position Odette was in and from our flushed faces that we had just been necking passionately. Her skirt, short as it was, hid our sexual congress. The tourists were too polite to meet our eyes or stare, and Odette did not react to their brief attention as they passed. When the last stragglers moved on, I was able to concentrate on the feeling of my cock shrinking and slowly retreating down the now softly loose sheath that held it so personally. Odette did not lift off me until just the vestibule of her cunt was still in contact. From the driver's seat, kneeling, she smiled and said, "That was the perfect way to top the biggest thrill of my life!" CHAPTER THREE -- SEX INDOORS and OUT An Interlude Before the Next Adventure I woke facing the picture window in the room of the hotel Odette and I had stayed at for a third night. With the drapes having been left open, I could see sunshine playing on the dun-coloured mountain peaks across the lake. The second thing I became aware of was Odette, young and naked, spooned against my back, her arm across my hip. She'd returned in the early hours of the morning from a night out on the town. Needing just the starlight to undress, and thinking I was still asleep, she'd crawled in beside me in the dark. Her breathing had drifted off to a regular pattern before I dozed again content to know that if I'd wanted sex she would have given it -- I was, after all, paying her by the day. Now, though, I wasn't thinking about the mercenary side of our client/prostitute arrangement. I was just enjoying the feeling of her body against mine, the wonderful softness of her breasts, belly, and warm thighs where our bare skin touched. I'd let her go out partying by herself. I was fifty years old after all. I no longer had the stamina for frequent late nights, and she had the get up and go of a nineteen year old. Besides, the nightlife of an all-year mountain resort is pretty much a young person's scene -- and the days too from what I saw on the occasions we strolled or drove about town. I was one of the invisible middle-aged; younger people only bothered to look at me because I was with Odette -- probably thinking I was her father. I let her sleep on. For the languorous pleasure of lying in bed with her, nude and in private, I didn't even mind missing breakfast. Odette woke about the time I would be taking a coffee break if I was in my office back home in Boston -- well, at that hour of day. She rolled onto her back. I turned towards her and we greeted the new day together with cheerful smiles, hers a little sleepy still. Small-talk took a few minutes and then she asked me, more bright-eyed, "We've done bungy jumping, so what next?" I thought she meant what adventure. "We could try tandem skydiving off a mountainside..." "We could fly united." "Airlines?" I joked. She gave me an impish grin. "Sexually." I quibbled, "You'd have to go in tandem with an experienced instructor, not me." "Well, if you get a female one and I get a male..." she giggled, not needing to finish her indecent proposal. "I don't think so." "Landing would be a thrill." "Not without you it wouldn't be." She looked at me seriously. Who knew what she was thinking? A man didn't say those sorts of things to a prostitute even if he had hired her as a travelling companion. It made no difference that she was cute-looking and untouched by the way she'd earned her living for the month before I'd arrived. "Do you want me?" I did but I didn't. I shook my head. She pushed the bed covers down purposefully. "Are you sure?" Even at my age, a man can't look at bare tits and the V at the top of a pretty woman's thighs without wanting her, and I could see Odette's naked body all the way down to the stubble on her Mons. Despite her late night out, her youthful skin glowed with vitality. It seemed forever before I could say anything, and then I responded on impulse, "Couldn't you get anyone to fuck you last night?" I immediately wished I hadn't said it, even though she didn't seem offended, and replied unemotionally, "I don't moonlight when a client's paying for my time." "That's nice to know." To make up for being rude, I thought of offering her the day off to be with people nearer her own age, but I didn't want to forego her company. While I was thinking about it, she was slowly spreading her knees under the bedclothes. I watched her thighs open at the top, showing off the beautiful slit between her puffy outer labia -- always a delight for me to see. Then I wondered if she genuinely wanted sex, or was she simply performing the duties of her employment. Travelling with Odette There'd seemed to be a real fondness in her giving of herself, so far. I would have said there was a genuine connection, if such things happened when there's an age difference of thirty years. How I felt about her left no doubt in my mind and, appreciative of what she was offering, I reached out and stroked the tops of her bare legs. "You said you didn't want to," she teased, a grin on her pretty young face. "You're the one that showed it to me." "Pavlov's dog," she said, even better educated than I'd thought. "Then you'd better get on all fours to accommodate me." "Why don't you just lie on top of me?" "That's not the way a dog like me does it." I climbed out of bed and stood determinedly waiting for her to position herself. She stared at my full-frontal erection. "You really do want it!" "That's your fault." Odette opened her legs wider and started playing with her clit. Her hungry gaze never left my manhood. She checked, "On all fours?" "Doggie style." She was fingering herself enthusiastically. "Ok. But you have to have sex with me at least one more time before the day's over." "At least," I promised, making her grin happily. Soon after, she was on her hands and knees on the bed and backing her beautiful butt towards me. We made a connection -- the tip of my erect cock nestling in the widest part of her slit where it was warm and moist. I thrust and she pushed back, sliding my sensitively swollen member in like a greased pole. Reaching round her hips, I fondled her dangling tits, enjoying the fullness of their curves. She moaned sweet sounds of pleasure, caught between the thrill in her nipples and the sensations in her cunt. (Her explanation from a few days before -- that she prostituted herself because she liked sex -- seemed true enough.) Like a schoolboy, I already wanted to come. My balls felt full and tight -- so tender that any friction, even from a single thrust, would have caused my load to fire out the only exit it had. I didn't feel fifty; Odette, with a body so gorgeous inside and out, felt every inch nineteen. "Show me what a doggie can do," she said eagerly. "I thought sex with animals was illegal here." "That makes it even more exciting!" I pressed into her soft butt cheeks, her vagina stretching to accommodate the extra length. Only dogged determination controlled the natural reaction from my stiff cock. "OOOH -- what a big doggie you are!" she exclaimed. I pulled part way out and, concentrating on her pleasure not mine, tried a cautious shallow pumping. "Good doggie," she said breathlessly. "I like that!" I shifted my hands to her hips and fucked her with even more vigour, grunting in unison with her at each thrust. "FASTER!" she panted. She was asking a lot of an old dog like me but I gave it the best effort of my lifetime, reaming her tight little cylinder like a piston on a steam train at full speed. Her cunt convulsed, first loose then tight. Her back arched. Her fingers clenched at the bunched up bedclothes. She let out an orgasmic squeal that would have been heard in the rooms next door and across the corridor if they were still occupied. I gripped her hips so that she couldn't pull free and kept pumping, this time concentrating on my own pleasure and the electric thrill in my hard cock. Her cunt had gone soft around the entrance. I plumbed the deepest recess that still gripped the penetrating head of my manhood. The urgency in my loins became more immediate -- my shaft jerked inside her, a hot stream exploding. Uncontrollably, picturing my gooey cum spraying her intimate pink depths, I let out a noise like she had, but deeper and more guttural. Odette collapsed, dragging her slippery tunnel off my pole. She lay facedown, panting. My heart was racing so fast I wondered if I was about to have a heart attack. Then my eyes focussed on the open gash below the mounds of her butt cheeks. Dying, I decided, was the last thing in the world I wanted to do. I sprawled beside her and fondly put my arm across her bare back. Then, when I had enough breath, I said, still playing to her fantasy, "You're the best bitch an old dog like me has ever fucked." "Thank you -- I think." We both laughed breathlessly. "You were amazing," she said. I felt at least twenty tears younger. "You were indescribably beautiful." We lay without speaking, listening to our mutual heavy breathing and to the murmuring voices of the cleaning staff further down the corridor. Discovering Moke Lake We showered together for the thrill of it, and to freshen up, then dressed in shorts, sandals and cotton tops for another day out. In a restaurant down the hill, right on the lakefront of Queenstown, we took time over an early lunch. The town sits at the northern end of Wakatipu - a long, deep, L-shaped Lake, fringed all around by steep mountain slopes. Over coffee, chatting like friends, I hardly noticed the other tourists dining near us. I had eyes only for Odette, savouring my intimate knowledge of her body, marvelling that someone as young and lovely had allowed the recent intimacy we'd shared. I was still adjusting to driving on the left and, after setting off sightseeing in our hire car, headed cautiously up the shore of the lake on the road running past the steamer wharf and reached the outskirts of town where I saw the simple directional sign with the words Moke Lake. I braked the car Impulsively and turned the wheel to head up the side road into the foothills. "Where are we going?" "I don't know, but it sounds interesting." In a matter of minutes, we went from scattered residential housing to wilderness. Reaching the road end a short time later we got our first glimpse of a small mountain lake. It was azure blue in the sunshine and backed by steep slopes of golden tussock rising to craggy mountaintops that seemed to loom over and dwarf it. Up the long valley behind it, a mob of sheep grazed leisurely. We drove through scattered dark bushes down the dusty gravelled road into a picnic area by the lakeshore. Odette had the door opened on her side almost before the car stopped. She ran lightly across to the water's edge, bent down, dipped her hands, and splashed her face. I stepped out of the car and strolled across the grass, smelling the pungent odours of the countryside. We seemed to have the beauty-spot all to ourselves. "It's so hot," Odette said, straightening up, "we should swim." The water looked clear and inviting. "We didn't bring swimming costumes or towels," I said. "That doesn't matter. We can dry off in the sun afterwards." "Someone might come along." "If that happens," Odette giggled, "we'll just hide in the bushes." I watched her unfasten and take down her shorts. She wasn't wearing panties underneath -- or a bra I found when she took off her white T-shirt. She was already naked and I was still thinking about it. "You try it first," I said, admiring her curves. She didn't need any more persuasion, running into the shallows with the unhesitant enthusiasm of youth. When the water reached mid-thigh, she plunged under. I was bare only from the waist down when her head and upper torso bobbed above the surface a few seconds later. "The water's freezing!" she exclaimed, wading as fast as she could towards the shore, her nipples standing out in the same way they did during sex. She ran across the grass and wrapped her arms around me for warmth, her ice-cold belly pressing against my sun-warmed cock, making it tingle and my balls retreat. "It is a mountain lake," I said, "so it would be." "You should have warned me." Her body shivered. I put my arms around her. "Do you want to get dressed?" "No. I like the feel of the sun on my skin." It was scorching, and her goose bumps were already going away. She kept hugging me. "This feels nice." She leant away and started undoing the buttons on my short-sleeved shirt. She opened it and deliberately pressed her bare breasts against my skin. "Mmm! Much warmer." My ribs felt the nubs of her stiff nipples; my cock, cold from warming her belly, had lost sensitivity. "Adam and Eve," I said, looking around at the wilderness. "What?" "We're like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden." "Except you've still got your shirt on." I shrugged it off so I could look my part. It was crazy -- we were nude in a public place, not far from a highway, and I'd never done anything like it before in my entire life. It was wonderful! "Now we're genuine sun worshippers," she said, letting go of me to stretch out on the grass. I followed her lead. Dry stalks prickled then flattened. The heat of the mid-summer sun bathed our prone bodies with an almost carnal touch. My eyes closed against the brightness. I felt my cock rise after a few moments, from no other stimulation but the sun's warmth. Reaching down, I started playing with the shaft, feeling like a masturbating teenager all by himself in the great outdoors. A smaller hand joined mine and I relinquished possession. Without my eyes opening, I enjoyed Odette's expert touch. Doing what I had started, but more delightfully, her grip rode up and down the shaft of my, by now, full erection. She seemed to sense it was all I wanted, and to have no other motive than to please me. The thrill grew apace with the pressure in my cock. I strained up. She pumped faster. The gusher that jerked out splattered warm droplets of wet cum over my belly -- then her soft tongue was there, licking them up. I propped myself on my elbows and opened my eyes. Odette was sitting back, grinning at me. There was a smear of semen on her chin. "You're getting a taste for it," I said. "Only for yours." I felt as if she really did care for me in a special way, that the money I'd put in her bank account in Auckland wasn't the reason. I remembered how she'd looked when we met for the first time, at the airport in Auckland, and in the limousine ride afterwards. I was the luckiest fifty-year old in the world, no matter what it had cost. I could feel my cock drooping. She looked down at it, and then said casually, "Could you rub sun block on me before I get burnt. I don't want to ruin my tan." "Are you going to stay nude?" She grinned. "Don't you want me to?" When I looked at her breasts, I did. I got the lotion from the car. Odette lay on her back and I knelt astride her thighs. I did her face first, carefully avoiding her closed eyes, then her neck and shoulders. I don't need to tell you what it felt like to rub the oil into her soft breasts and firmer nipples. Moving lower, I even massaged lotion into the stubble on her Mons before doing the tops of her thighs. Then she reciprocated. No one had ever rubbed suntan lotion on my cock before -- I'd never needed it. This was a holiday of firsts. Even with an empty pouch, my blood stirred! Odette lay down again and closed her eyes. I closed mine, drifting off to the chorus of cicadas in the bushes near us. The sound of a motor on the approach road woke me. The sun was in a different position -- more slanted towards us than overhead. "Odette ... someone's coming!" She stirred and heard the sound of the vehicle. "Come on!" I scooped up our clothes and led her at a run towards the outhouse visible above the bushes a short distance behind us. The interior, being painted cream, glowed from the sunlight as I opened the door. Just as I was re-closing it I caught a glimpse of a family in a car. Sunlight still came through the gaps at the top and bottom of the doorway. The heat was almost oppressive in the confined space. Our bodies started to glisten with sweat. There was a toilet odour, but it wasn't bad enough to be offensive. Someone had kept the structure well cleaned. "We should have stayed where we were." Odette was grinning. "There were children in the car," I said, unloading the clothing in a heap near the door. I suggested, "We could just get dressed and go somewhere else." "But getting dressed wouldn't be as much fun." Odette reached out and touched my cock. Miraculously, it started swelling just from having her hand there. She used her other hand to push me gently down onto the toilet seat. Then she straddled my legs. Taking my cock in her hand, and holding it upright, she lowered herself towards its pointed head. Using what stiffness there was, and by rubbing her vaginal slit up and down on it, she set about causing my blood to pool in the right places while stimulating her own juices. The door rattled. "It's locked," a child's voice whined. The metal door rattled again. "You'll just have to go in the bushes if you can't wait," a woman's voice said. Once in the mood, Odette didn't distract easily, and with another woman, and a girl, unseen but probably only a few feet away, it seemed to have excited her all the more. My cock still in her hand, she resumed stroking her increasingly slippery labia with it, moaning softly, and my attention returned to the widening slash she was pressing the ever-increasing girth of my manhood into. I thought for a moment she was going to masturbate to a climax. Then she held still, the head of my cock positioned at her opening. She took her hand away and, with an expulsion of breath, sank down on my erection. (Any straight guy knows how heavenly it feels to slide a bare cock into its natural sheath. I don't need to try and describe the indescribable, do I?) She started riding my pole with great enthusiasm, making the bolt on the door rattle dully, her pointed breasts bouncing up and down in front of my face. Sweat began running down our bodies as the slippery hole clinging to my cock increased its tempo. Then there were voices again, moving away. I assumed the woman and her daughter had finished relieving themselves in the bushes. I stroked Odette's moist back and down to her taut butt cheeks and at the same time captured a nipple in my mouth, and sucked. Odette exploded in a noisy orgasm, writhing in my lap, her juices flowing. I thrust up, a single jerk squirting out what little cum my balls had produced during our nap. Odette just sat on me afterwards, her cunt filled with my muscle. She was satiated, and seemed unashamed that the couple in the picnic area, having likely heard the climax of our wilderness congress, would know there were two people in the outhouse together. Whether the children did or not depended on their ages. Maybe, if they were from overseas, their parents would scare them with a story it was the call of a wild New Zealand animal. I sucked on Odette's nipple again playfully, making her squirm. We grinned at each other in the crazy sexual overload of knowing we had just fucked in a public toilet in the picturesque surrounds of nature. Odette lifted off me gingerly, watching my still surprisingly rigid cock pull out from between her legs. She said, standing on both feet in front of me, "If I don't get back in the lake I'll smell for the rest of the day." "I like your smell," I said, stroking the outside of her thighs and staring at her swollen cunt. I bent forward and kissed it. She pulled free. "You're insatiable!" "Only for you." She smiled teasingly, "I reckon you would be with any woman." She gathered up a wad of toilet paper and started drying herself between the legs. "We'd better go back to the hotel for a shower and a rest," she said. "We've been invited to a wild party at a house on the countryside tonight." "What party?" CHAPTER FOUR - INTIMACY The Boy Next Door Odette and I were lying on the bed in our hotel room though, being the older, I was the one who needed rest after our sexual escapade at Queenstown's Moke Lake. She'd just resumed a conversation about our invitation to a party, and I asked, "How do you know it's going to be a wild party?" "On Saturday nights here they usually are, that's why." Odette's feet, legs and midriff were the only parts that were bare. After showering, she'd dressed in a miniskirt and bra, but no top. The last panties she had put on were the pair she shed in the limousine back in Auckland -- she'd agreed to go without any for the duration of my vacation in New Zealand. (I didn't have to ask, or look, to know she was still keeping her promise; she was being paid well.) I could see the space between her shapely thighs and I loved the thought of it going all the way up under her skirt to a bare crotch. Not that I had the energy left to do more than think about it. I might not have been tired enough to nap after we came back to the hotel, but I wasn't up to strenuous activity either -- not after delivering three loads of cum for Odette in less than six hours. Not bad for a man of fifty, even with the stimulation of a 19 year-old's company. "The party really won't be my scene," I said. "You'll love it. It's just what you need." By now she knew a bit about my life, like its dullness what with my late wife's preference for routine missionary sex and nothing more, so she was probably right -- in her own way. "There won't be anyone else my age there, though, will there?" "I thought you liked being with younger women." We hadn't talked about it. I guess she was extrapolating from my specification to the escort agency she worked for. "With you I already have all the company I need," I said. Was that a pleased look she gave me? "Haven't you ever wanted to be in a threesome with two girls?" Her eyes twinkled at me, her head resting on her hand. I said honestly, "I've never given the matter any thought." She had. "We could take turns riding you or even just playing with your cock." She was looking down at my boxer shorts. I said, "I wouldn't like it as much as when you do it by yourself." She leant forward and surprised me by kissing my lips. It was the first time she ever had. "That was sweet of you to say." I guess if the kiss hadn't just been a gesture of appreciation we might have kept on doing it. "At the party, I want us to stay together," I said sincerely, meaning I didn't want her to play up to anybody else. "Okay. But we will have some fun, won't we?" "That depends on what you mean." "Like entering into the spirit of any games." "Games? I won't share you," I said. "Because you're paying?" I felt insulted. "Because I'm old-fashioned." She cuddled up to me. "I like that." We stayed contentedly silent for a few moments. "Your friends from last night are going to get a surprise when you turn up with me." "I told them I was travelling with an older man. They won't mind." "They might when they see how much older." Odette grinned. "I've heard lots of girls talk about fantasies of doing it with someone their father's age. They say it would be yuk, but it still makes their toes curl and their pussies wet. Maybe it's just a substitute for something else." "You mean you can understand girls who want their fathers to screw them?" "That's too taboo, but daydreaming isn't threatening. After all, their fathers are the ones who give them unconditional love from when they were children. A girl can have sexual feelings about being treated like a princess without thinking about sex specifically." "Your father adored you then?" I was trying to understand her. "He abandoned my mother when I was nine." I wondered if it was her childhood yearning to have him back that made my company more acceptable to her, even at the price of having to have sex. I stroked her brown hair and couldn't help feeling paternal. I didn't think about her quite like my daughter back in Boston, but I did want to protect her in some vague way. "He and your mother didn't get on then?" "She found a used condom he'd forgotten to take out of the ashtray of his car. He'd been screwing my baby-sitter whenever he took her home ... I heard my parents fighting the night before he left." I kissed her forehead sympathetically, the sweet smell of her hair filling my nostrils. "Didn't they have to share custody of you?" Travelling with Sheila Finally I had done it; I had gotten my first real job out of college. I was 26 and had worked a few other jobs to get by, but now I was at a company where I would be working with clients that were having issues with our products. I would be answering any questions on how to use them and on occasion, go out to their business and help them. My mentor was Sheila; who had been doing this job for many years. We spent many days working close together as she taught me the ins and outs of our products and some of the more common areas for issues. I really enjoyed working with her and really was learning a lot. It also helped that she was very easy on the eyes. She was 56, but with her diet and exercise regimen she could have passed for 10-15 years younger than that. She kept her sandy blonde hair cut short and wore glasses over her blue eyes. As part of the job we did go on the road to visit customers and help them. I went with Sheila and helped with what I could but mostly took everything in, learning from her. I really loved watching her at the customer's site. At the office it was casual dress, so we wore jeans and t-shirts mostly, but to visit customers we were expected to be dressed up more. As great as Sheila looked in jeans, when she wore the skirts and satin blouses when we travelled it made it impossible not to try and sneak glances at her. Also, since she was so small up top, she rarely, if ever, wore a bra. This would cause many times where her nipples would be trying to poke through her top, something I found incredibly sexy. Over the first two trips Sheila and I got to know each other well and the trips became something I looked forward to. During the day we worked side by side and then we'd go out and have a drink and dinner and talk. Over these dinners, I found out Sheila was married for the second time. She and her first husband had only been married a few years, they had gotten married too young and things just didn't work out. Her current husband was 17 years older than her and was still selling houses, something he loved to do. I too was married, had been for 3 years, so each night after dinner we would go back to our rooms and call our spouses and turn in for the night. We were two days into our third trip. Things were going well and we were scheduled to go back home after the following day. That night as we walked back to our hotel after dinner, Sheila told me that her husband was taking some clients out showing houses that night so she wouldn't get to talk to him. She said she was going to rent a movie off of the tv and that I was welcome to come over and watch it if I wanted. As we stepped in the elevator, my eyes looked down at the floor, then drifted over to her legs, then up her body and finally into her blue eyes. I smiled and said, "As long as it isn't a chick flick, I'm in." Sheila laughed, "I'd never make you sit through one of those." The elevator door opened and we stepped out. We arrived at Sheila's room first and stood outside her door. I said that I had to call my wife first but that should be quick and I'd be right over. Sheila nodded and opened her door and stepped into her room. After I had called my wife, I changed into the shorts and t-shirt I slept in. As I walked over to Sheila's room, I stopped by the vending machine and picked up a couple of bottles of soda for us. I then walked over to Sheila's room and knocked on the door. Sheila opened the door and I saw she was in the terrycloth robe that came with each room; I did a bit of a double take. It was open down a long ways down the front and with me being over 6 foot and her about 8 inches shorter than me I could look down and see she wasn't wearing anything on under it. I looked back up, as she invited me in, and held the soda bottles up. She pointed over to the nightstand and said to set them there. I walked in and set the soda bottles down. As I turned, I saw Sheila walking over and getting into the bed. She sat with her back resting against the headboard. I asked her if she had found a movie. She smiled and let me know she had found a comedy that we both would like. I sat on the chair next to the bed and kicked my feet up. With the tv turned towards the bed, it made for an awkward angle from the chair, but if I leaned just right I could see it. Sheila started the movie and then looked over at me and must have seen the funny angle I was sitting at and started laughing. "Are you comfortable?" She asked "I'm good." I replied with a smile. "You don't look so comfortable. There is plenty of room on the bed here." Sheila said as she patted the bed next to her. "You don't mind?" I asked, looking over at her. "Of course not, now get over here." Sheila said laughing. I got up and walked over and sat next to her. As I slid back, our legs almost touching, she turned and asked, "There, isn't that better?" I nodded, and told her that was much better. I could see her smiling out of the corner of my eye and then she turned and we started watching the movie. It turned out to be a movie neither of us was into that much and we ended up talking through most of it. We talked about a lot of different things and slowly slid close enough to each other so we were touching. Sheila rested her hand on my leg as we talked. I slid my hand over the back of her hand so our fingers were intertwined. When the movie ended, I turned and faced Sheila and told her I really enjoyed watching the movie with her. She responded by clasping her hand around my leg, which tightened the lock of our fingers. She told me she had a good time too. I sat there, looking into her eyes, and started thinking about how great this felt, sitting in bed with her and my shorts began to rise. As I squirmed a bit to try and hide what was happening in my shorts, Sheila leaned over slightly and her robe parted just a bit. I looked down quickly and confirmed there was nothing on under it and thought I saw one of her nipples. When I looked back up she had a little smile on her lips. Not wanting to push my luck, I told Sheila I should probably be going, since we had another day to get through tomorrow. I saw her smile fade as I released my hand from hers. Seeing her smile fade and not wanting this night to end, I gently brushed my fingers over her cheek. Sheila leaned into it, bringing her face close to mine. I leaned forward and our lips touched. Her full lips on mine felt so soft, she was so gentle. My lips parted and I sucked softly on her bottom lip. I heard her moan as she ran her fingers through my short, brown hair. She then started sliding down, until she was lying on her back. I laid on my side next to her, holding my head up with one hand, my other hand running down her neck and to the opening of her robe. I leaned back in so I could feel her lips on mine again, our kiss so slow and light. My hand running down under her robe until my arm reached the tie in the robe. I untied the robe and began to open it. I watched her eyes close and heard her exhale slowly as my fingertip touched one of her very long nipples once the robe was opened. I then looked down and saw she only had on a pair of panties. Her body looked so sexy laying there as I touched her. I slid down her body and took her other nipple between my lips, my tongue flickering over it in rhythm with my finger on her other nipple. Sheila reached her hand over to my shorts and started rubbing my hard cock which made my hips start pushing back and forth slowly. I slid my other arm under her body, pulling her on her side and in close to me. I began moaning softly, while sucking on her nipple, while my hand pressed between us started running down her body. I slipped my hand into her panties and ran my fingers through the soft hair covering her pussy. One of my fingers ran between her pussy lips, and began to rub. I rubbed softly up to her clit and circled it with my fingertip as my tongue circled her nipple. Sheila wrapped her arms around me, pulling me in so tight to her and moaned for me not to stop. I rubbed her clit, then slid my finger down and slipped it inside her wet pussy. I began to fuck her with my finger as I slid back up her body to kiss her lips. I wanted Sheila so bad at this point. I rolled her onto her back, my finger never leaving her pussy. Sheila was moaning louder now and her hips were starting to buck as she tried to get my finger to go deeper inside her. Between kisses, I moaned to Sheila that I had to have her, wanted to feel inside her. She responded by pulling on my shorts, trying to tug them down. With my free hand I helped her slide them down and kicked them off. I then slid my finger out of her pussy and rolled so I was on top of her. I reached down and slid her panties down and off of her. I held myself up, looking down at her pussy, seeing grey patches mixed in her black bush. It looked so hot, at that moment I wanted to be even closer to her. I looked back up into her eyes wrapped my hand around my cock and rubbed her pussy with it, spreading the lips open with it. Sheila's hands were at the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up and off of me. So we were both laying there, our naked bodies pressed together. I looked down into Sheila's eyes and leaned in for another kiss. As our lips touched, she spread her legs wider and I slowly started to push all 6" of my cock into her pussy. Our kiss broke, and she looked up and let out a long exhale, moaning softly as she did. I slowly pushed in further wanting to feel as much of her pussy as I could. My cock so hard and so thick, making her pussy feel tighter than I thought she would be, but as wet as she was I was able to slide in effortlessly. Once I was all the way in, I stopped, my fingers rubbing over Sheila's cheek and I told her how wonderful this felt. Sheila nodded and moaned softly and ran one of her hands through the hair on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her so our bodies were held together so tightly as we started to fuck. I was slowly pumping in and out of Sheila's pussy, giving her lips a kiss each time I'd push in. I could feel her body getting warmer under me, and saw her body glistening in the low light from the lamp by the bed. Sheila was raising her hips, meeting each of my thrusts. As my pushes into her got harder and faster, I felt Sheila's body start to tense and she buried her face into my chest. I felt her warm breath on my chest as her moans grew louder. I pumped into her and then lost control. One thrust pushed in deep and I stopped, my cum shooting inside her. Quick little thrusts pumping more and more into her. "Yesssssss" I moaned into the pillow as I felt my cream fill her tight little pussy. "Mmmmm, don't stop, keep going, keep going." Sheila whispered into my chest. Then I felt her whole body release as she pushed up hard forcing my cock deep into her and she cried out, "Oh.....My.....God......yes, yes, yes!" I kept fucking her slowly as we both came down from our orgasms. I then pulled my cock out of her, seeing a string of cum follow and a moment of panic crossed my mind. "I'm so sorry, I lost control." I said to Sheila. She responded with a little laugh, "Nothing to be sorry about, and there is absolutely nothing to worry about." I relaxed a bit, and looked back down at her. Seeing her big smile, I leaned down and kissed her lips as I rolled over to her side. "Wow, that was so amazing." I said as I pulled her close to me. "Yes, that was needed very much." Sheila replied between kisses. We ended up lying there naked in each other's arms the rest of the night. We talked for awhile. Sheila told me that with her husband being 17 years older, things don't happen too often in the bedroom. We agreed to do this only on our trips together, trips that would happen often over the years. Each trip after that was something the both of us would really be looking forward to.