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A Long Time Coming

By: knight13



Jamie was never the type to forget a friend, or acquaintance, or anything for that matter. She was just one of those people that remembered everything, and people rarely ever forgot Jamie. At the age of 34 she was just clearing what she thought was the end of her youth. Her twenties had long been gone and now the dreaded age of 40 was looming. Her skin had gained a softness and character that women of her age had. Yet, the rest of her body refused to let anyone otherwise. She was sweet, caring, and gentle. Not a person would take advantage of her nor try to.

Jamie was so nice it was also the reason she and her husband, John had decided to take in Marcus.   You see, back in their newlywed years, John and Jamie had lived in a nice suburb of a major metropolitan town next to a black couple named the Goldens. Trisha and Michael were two very nice people as well who had a younger son, Marcus. They all got along very nicely and for several years, the families did a lot of things together. When John’s nieces and nephews would come over the families would always find some activity to do together.

That’s why it was impossible for them to say no when they were offered a chance to take Marcus in. Jamie and John had moved to an affluent suburb out of state some years ago and it wasn’t far from a very prestigious D-1 school. Marcus had excelled in both the classroom and the field and had earned himself a partial scholarship, which helped, but still made money tight for the Goldens.  

Well after the first year things were going fine for Marcus until his dormitory had burned down in a fire over the summer. Marcus was informed through the mail and by his coach over the phone. He couldn’t stay with the coach as NCAA rules prohibited that, and frat houses didn’t excite him the least bit. He had remembered the chance meeting he had with John in a supermarket halfway through his freshman year. He had mentioned it to his mother who remembered that John had given Marcus their phone number and soon a call was made. 

It was supposed to be for a year and neither side seemed to have a problem. John and Jamie had been very successful and had a large home that had two extra rooms for use. They all could remember the moving day.

Jamie hadn’t seen Marcus for what seemed to be 5 years. Her husband’s description of the one-time boy was almost on the money. He had grown tall and thick, his athletics shaping his body impressively. 

“Marcus, your just like John said you were, so tall and strong! Just he left out how handsome you got!” Jamie squealed as she threw her arms around her and he did the same. 

“Ms. Jamie you haven’t changed one bit, I haven’t seen you in the longest.” He said hugging her back. A friendly hug that lasted seconds as he extended his hand to John, “Thank you sir, I don’t know how to thank you.”

“It’s not even a problem Marcus, don’t think twice about it.” John said.

The move-in went quickly with Jamie mulling around as she watched her husband and Marcus’ strong arms moving box after box into a room, which sat two doors from their bedroom. 

The few weeks before September were spent in a variety of ways. Jamie, who was a schoolteacher, would ready some lesson plans and such and spend some of her time lounging around the pool while Marcus would mow the lawn whenever he was home, at least when he wasn’t at practice.

At least once a week the two would be home at the same time. The first time it happened, something sparked.  It was memories for Marcus at least. 

Jamie had come out in a two-piece bathing suit that wasn’t exactly daring but still showed off what had made up many of Marcus’ dreams as a young boy. Jamie was a tall brunette, has a slender beautiful face with a straight edged nose and full lips that matched up with her body beautifully. Skinny shoulders that flowed with well-toned arms and full breasts that seemed to hang low and bottom heavy. Her stomach was still lean as it cascaded down her torso to long legs that stretched forever with shapely muscles and calves that accentuated her so. Her body hadn’t changed much except that her always-strong legs seemed to get a bit thicker as did her bottom. Evidenced by the swimsuit bottom that hugged so tightly.

The first time out in her suit in front of someone other than John made Jamie a bit uneasy. She felt as though her workouts had become lax lately and didn’t feel like the sexy woman she though she once was. Through her sunglasses she eyed up what was once a young boy but seemed to be a man in front of her.

“How was practice Marcus?” she asked laying her books and creams on the table. 

“No practice today Ms. Jamie, we got today off.” Marcus replied.

“How many times must I tell you there’s no more Ms. Jamie. Your grown up now, you can call me by my name. So what do you have planned today?” she asked as she started applying lotion to her arms and neck.

Pausing, he was preoccupied with the sight of her long fingers running along her smooth skin until he mustered, “I was just going to do some yard work and then relax on the hammock and read a book. I’ll need the practice to get back in the flow of reading for school.”

Jamie laughed, “If only I had students like you, my life would be a lot easier.” 

A lot more distracting too, they both thought to themselves.

The rest of the afternoon went without incident, until Jamie decided to get up and get in the pool. Marcus had sat down in just an undershirt and shorts, sweaty from the noonday sun.

“You look hot, you should jump in and cool off.” Jamie suggested. 

Marcus didn’t want to stand because one of the reasons he was sitting was to hide the growth that had occurred between his legs watching Jamie on the lounge chair. He didn’t want her to be suspicious so he agreed and standing over a bit hunched he took his shirt off and climbed onto the deck and  jumped into the pool. Standing up in the water Jamie marveled as the water cascaded down his black frame and the sun glistening off the water and his skin only made her more aware of his masculinity. 

Leaning back and putting his arms along the side he enjoyed the water cooling him as he looked back at Jamie wading in the water. She hadn’t changed that much. She was still the beautiful goddess that tortured him during his first run at puberty. 

The phone rang inside the house and Jamie got up and out of the pool to answer it. A vision and half was the treat Marcus got, watching first the smooth clear skin of her shoulders and back exit the water as he watched the train of flesh treat him with a caboose that came out of the water. Her ass was round and full and her legs flexed sexily as they propelled her about the deck. She grabbed the phone from inside and came back outside.

“Marcus it’s your mom.” Jamie yelled as she was now treated to a site as Marcus got out of the pool. The vision of Jamie’s body still had lasting effects on Marcus as Jamie eyed an enormous pouch in his shorts as he came out of the water. She handed him the phone and decided to go inside and wash up so she could start dinner.


The fall semester went accordingly and without any real problems. John and Jamie attended Marcus’ football game as a welcome diversion to their usual fall Saturday’s. Things were going great for all parties involved. One night the couple did run into an awkward situation as it seemed late at night Marcus had brought a young co-ed home. The screams that emanated from Marcus’ room had both John and Jamie giggling. Eventually the sounds of passion that were so loud they could be heard two rooms over made Jamie jump on her husband for a spot of fun they hadn’t enjoyed in awhile. Jamie was surprised as hell when she saw the girl leaving that morning was petite little blonde about half Marcus’ size.

One day Jamie had come home from a half day of work to find her husband’s car in the driveway. She entered the house and heard the shower running when a naughty thought crept in her head. She unbuttoned her blouse a bit to expose some cleavage and she was ready to do some teasing. 

She walked towards the bathroom when the shower had stopped and the door was cracked just a bit. She decided to be sneaky but when she peeked in she was treated to the site of a buff black backside. She gasped and saw Marcus do a half-turn where she caught a glimpse of a large black cock dangling from her man-boy.

“Oh shit!” he yelled wrapping a towel around him as Jamie turned away.

“I’m sorry I didn’t close the door, I didn’t know anyone was home!” he apologetically said as he walked out after her. 

“I thought you were John, Marcus I’m sorry.” Jamie said, breathing hard her nipples inexplicably poking through her bra and half-buttoned shirt.

“Oh he let me borrow his car I have to drive out somewhere today.” Marcus said standing in front of her as she took a seat on the couch giving him an amazing view of the top of her breasts.

“Oh I’m so embarrassed.” She said her hand covering her mouth as she looked up at his half-naked body. Her mind picturing the enormous cock that was causing quite a bulge underneath his towel.

“Well this is an awkward situation. I, uh, better get ready and get going.” Marcus said turning away before his cock got even harder staring at her. 

She turned her head to watch him walk away shaking her head at what had just happened. The cold air hit the top of her breasts and she once again shook her head as she buttoned her shirt back up. At least now she understood the screaming coming from the blonde.

That weekend couldn’t have had worse timing as John had to send some time downstate and wouldn’t be back until Tuesday morning at best. Marcus’ team had qualified for a bowl game and now had the weekend free save for a practice on Saturday, which forced him to stay in on Friday night. That was Jamie’s usual movie night and she spent it with a favorite from the rental store. She was quiet so as not to wake Marcus. She didn’t quite know how the situation was to be handled. She just hoped Marcus hadn’t notice her eyes pop out of her head at the site of his dick.

Saturday afternoon was spent by the pool as Marcus came back from practice. Jamie wasn’t used to do doing nothing on Saturday’s as she was used to going to Marcus’ football games or watching them on TV with John. She had spent the warm day by the pool with several wine coolers. Her sexy little boy had come through the back gate and was ready to relax. 

She smiled to herself as she imagined him showering again and laughing. She could just imagine his surprise to see this old white lady with her shirt half un-done as she gawked at his penis. Jamie had run out of wine coolers and decided to go to the kitchen where Marcus was making a sandwich in just his boxers. 

”Oh, sorry. Thought you were going to be outside for awhile.” He said. 

Jamie smiled, “Oh it’s alright, not like I haven’t seen everything before.” 

They both chuckled as she bent over and searched the fridge for another wine cooler. She noticed Marcus’ eyes roaming her ass and legs. She smiled to herself and stood up. She had found her cooler and popped it open as she walked back outside smiling to herself.

She stopped halfway to the patio when she decided to be a little tease. The alcohol had definitely made her quite the little imp. She stepped inside the bathroom and left the door open as she took herself a nice, long, hot shower.  She decided to end it soon as the alcohol and steam was making her feel quite light-headed. She stepped out nice and clean and wondered if Marcus had gotten her joke. She looked around and didn’t find him anywhere.

She put on her robe and heard the TV on in the living room. She walked out towards the couch and Marcus said, “You shouldn’t leave the door open when you shower. Never know who might be around.”

“Oh you’re funny Marcus. If you were smart you would’ve known that was your chance to get even with me.” Jamie said smiling. 

“Well little did you know, your seeing me was only a small way for you to get even with me.”

“What do you mean by that?” Jamie asked in a half mocking tone.

“Well when I was 12, just before you guys moved out I had seen you a couple times from my bedroom window. You don’t know how many times I faked sick from school to see if I could catch you.” Marcus said. 

“You little pervert! Why would you want to spy on this old lady?” Jamie asked smacking his shoulder.

“Well, when you’re 12 things are exploding all over the place, plus you used to always wear this blue bikini with white sparkles. When we go to the pool, you drive me crazy.” Marcus said, still watching the TV.

“Drove you crazy you mean.” 

“No still do.” Marcus said not looking over to the now blushing Jamie.

“Oh I’m not as hot a piece as I once was. Your just being sweet to this old lady.” She said trying to hide her smile.

“Ms. Jamie I’d have to say you look just as good if not better and that’s for sure. All the times I still see you in a swimsuit, you take me back to my youth.” Marcus said grinning at her.

“And what exactly does a 12 year old do, while he’s cutting school to watch an older woman?” Jamie asked.

“What any 12 year old would do, and what every 12 year old was doing in the neighborhood with you running through their head.” Marcus joked.

“I have no idea what your talking about, do you mean you’d play with yourself?”

Marcus’ cock started to harden at the sound of this woman from his youth. This mature woman using words like that. He turned to her to see her robe open a bit, the shapes of her breasts slightly visible as her wet hair clung sexily to her head.

“Maybe, sometimes you can’t help it when the neighbor is so incredibly sexy.” Staring into her green eyes as he said this Jamie was speechless.

“So at twelve years old were you always so well-endowed?” Jamie asked making reference to the sight she had seen in the shower. “It must have taken you forever to stroke that thing.” She said smiling.

“With you in my head, it never took that long.” Marcus said looking again into her eyes, searching for where this was going.

She hadn’t felt like this in the longest. She had been stared at but always thought John was the only one that was aroused by her and even that didn’t happen often these days. 

“Still doesn’t.” He added looking at her. Now she imagined this hulk of a man stroking himself, his hardness to the image of her in his head.

“Still?” Jamie asked.

He only nodded, looking at the TV as he clicked it off.

Leaning back, her back arching a bit to show off her breasts she asked him, “Why?”

“You have the most gorgeous body, then and now, that I have ever seen.” Marcus said turning towards her on the couch. “At night I sometime hear you and John, I still have imagination.” 

“Well I’ve heard you as well, or at least your partners.” Jamie added.

“Of course I’d figure they’d scream when you use that thing of yours. It is pretty big.”

”You should see it hard.” Marcus added, challenging the direction of this episode.

“You mean when you’re thinking of me?” Jamie said defiantly at his challenge.

“Mmm.” He slowly said as he leaned back, his cock hard as a rock underneath his shorts.

Seeing his bulge she leaned back and put her hand underneath her robe upon her breast

Not wanting to admit her attraction to him and fearful of the situation she asked, “What are you going to do with that.”

He eyed the smooth thighs that were exposed to him as his hand slowly stroked his length through his shorts.

“What do you think of when you do that?” She asked as she lifted her robe, her long white legs exposed but crossed only exposing a bit of her neat brown bush.

“Mmm, you Jamie.”

“What do you think of doing with that cock of yours?” She asked her fingers playing with her nipples. 

“Mmm, that white pussy of yours, on my cock, all over it, around it.” He said.

“Let me see it.” She said opening her robe. 

His eyes fixated upon her naked form as he pulled the leg of his shorts up to reveal a foot-long spear that stood straight into the air. 

“Oh fuck Marcus, is that all for me?” Jamie said as her hands gently played with her inner thighs as she opened her legs exposing her thick pussy lips to him.

He could only stare and stroke his cock, nodding his head yes.

“Is this what you used to peak at a long time ago?” she said gently rubbing her body, her eyes fixated the pool of pre-cum on his dick.

“All the time, Couldn’t dream of you being so close to me.”

“Did you dream of this white pussy on your big black dick?” Jamie said, her dirty talk was her way of controlling the situation when in reality the foot-long dick in front of her scared her to no end.

“Your pussy, your mouth, anything…..” Marcus said trailing off. 

Jamie stood up, letting her robe fall into a pool of silk on the floor. She sat down closer to him and put her hand around his cock. He took his hand from it and gasped as she put a second hand around it.

“Marcus, I need two hands for this big black dick of yours.” She said, growing in confidence.
“I can’t resist putting my mouth on it.” Jamie then bent her head down and licked his cock head before taking the head into her mouth.

He leaned his head back as Jamie began to stroke and suck on his cock like only an experience woman could.

“Do the girls at school suck your dick like this?” she asked him and he could only shake his head no.

Sucking his head back, her hands played with his balls as his hips began to buck. She then kissed his flat stomach and nipples as he lifted his shirt off  himself and her hands continued stroking the massive pole.

“Marcus baby, I’m going to suck your cock dry. This girl of your dreams will make you forget any girl before this.” And with that, she began to suck him harder and flick HER TONGUE AROUND HIM. As her mouth left a massive amount of saliva around his head, she would twist her fist around his cock when she would come up for air. He began to moan and soon his cock exploded into her mouth and his hand kept her head in place as he shot himself into her. Surprised she had no choice but to swallow his seed.

Coughing and his cum dripping down her chin she looked at his grinning face. Laughing herself she shook her finger at him. “Bad boy!” as she looked to see his cock still standing in attention.

“Oh Jamie your best cock sucker I ever had.” Marcus said.

“Those other white girls can’t suck this big black meat like that, can they?” she asked waving his cock in the air.

“No they can’t and now I’m going to fuck you like no man has ever fucked you before.” Marcus said. 

Jamie stood up, “No not here.” And her fat ass and thick thighs began to walk from the living room to her bedroom. 

Marcus stood up, his naked body following closely. When they entered her bedroom she turned around and kissed him on the lips. He was an incredible kisser and was getting her so excited as she squeezed his cock between her thick thighs. She rubbed her thighs together rolling his cock back and forth. The warmth of her legs around his shaft, yet cold air hitting his cock head.

She went to a drawer filled with lotions and took out some oil that she and John used called motion lotion. She poured some in her hand and then handed it to him as her hands roamed his body. His black skin becoming darker and shiny from the oil as she then oiled up his cock. He massaged her breasts and then bent forward to rub her lips and legs with the oil. The shine only caused their best features to look even bigger.

“Mmm, my dream come true.” Marcus smiled. 

Jamie backed up to the bed and let him lower himself on top of her as they kissed passionately, their bodies sliding along each other. 

“You going to fuck me?” Jamie asked.

“What do you think?” Marcus asked slapping his cock along her pussy lips.


A Long Time Coming...



I've had a god awful day at work and you've promised to come round and cheer me up. I'm hoping that means wine, and maybe more. Who am I kidding? I've fancied you for ages and nothing has ever happened before - why should that change now? 

I get home at 5.30, and you tell me you will be here for 6. Just enough time to shower. 

I start to take my clothes off and my phone rings. Great, the parents. Really what I needed today. My mum witters on about something and nothing whilst I play the dutiful daughter. Eventually we say our goodbyes and I turn the shower on. 

I must have been on the phone for longer than I realised because I've just finished washing my hair and there's a knock on the door. I swear at myself and jump out, nearly falling on my ass as I do. I grab a towel and yell that I won't be a minute. I look in the mirror and wonder why I didn't say bye to my Mum sooner. This is not how I wanted you to see me. 

I open the door and let you in. You don't quite know where to look, and I feel very conscious that there's only a small towel covering me. I tell you to head to the lounge and I won't be long. 

I go back to my room and start to towel dry my hair. There's a knock on my bedroom door and I open it. You're stood there just staring at me, with two glasses of wine. "I thought you might want this" you say quietly. I take the glass from you and take a mouthful and place it on my dressing table. I look at you, straight at you, and inside I'm yelling how much I want you. 

It's almost like you finally hear me when you take a step forward and cup my face in your hands, you only pause for a second as I stand on my tiptoes to offer my mouth up to yours. 

I can barely believe this is happening. Your hands are in my hair, and you're kissing me! 

Somehow we've made it to my bed and you lay me down, with my legs dangling off the side. You lay next to me on your side and lean to kiss me again. 

I put my arms around your neck and try to pull you to me and gently bite your lip as I do. I whisper into your ear that I want you. You tell me that I have you already as your hand opens my towel and leaves me laid naked. 

I pull your t-shirt over your head and run my fingers down your chest towards your belt. Within seconds I'm pulling down your fly and trying to get your jeans off. 

You stand to take them off easier and look at me as you do. You tell me to spread my legs and you climb on top of me in your boxer shorts. 

We kiss again, desperate and needy. Your mouth moves to my neck, and I moan. You continue your journey downwards and run your tongue and lips from my left breast to my right. Never quite touching the nipple. After what seems like forever you latch onto my right nipple with your lips and graze it gently with your teeth. I arch upwards and meet you at the groin, I can feel how hard you are. 

You kiss down my stomach and stop before you get to where I need you. My legs are spread wide as you pull me to the edge of the bed and kneel infront of me. You run your fingers up the inside of my thighs and I lift my bum off the bed, offering myself to you. It's all I can do to not plunge my own fingers into my pussy. 

You kiss exactly where your fingers were running and my skin feels like it's sizzling under your touch. I know I'm wet and very ready. 

You run your index finger up my pussy lips and I watch you lick your finger. My hands grab for the bed sheets, and grip tightly. 

You plunge a finger inside me, and I cry out. As quickly as it was there though, it's gone. 

Your tongue licks my pussy lips now and pushes deeper as you reach to where my clit is. I say your name, breathy and full of need. 

Your tongue makes slow strokes on my clit as I'm writhing around under you. I grab my nipples and twist and pull them. 

You stop licking and stand up sliding your boxers off. Your face is glistening, covered in me. 

You kneel back on the bed, between my legs and lean in to kiss me. 

Instead of kissing you I lick your face, relishing the taste of me on you. 

I can feel your cock at the entrance to my pussy and I claw at your back trying to pull you into me. 

I look straight at you and all I can manage to say is please.

On that word you thrust into me, long, hard and slow. You stay there, right inside me for a couple of seconds and I bite your shoulder gently. 

You begin to move in and out of me, slow and deep. Filling me. 

I start to feel my pussy tighten around you and I throw my head back and wrap my legs around you. 

You fuck me faster now, faster and harder. 

I look up at you and watch your face as your cock goes in and out of me. 

You grab my legs and throw them over your shoulders and you're so deep inside me. Almost too deep. 

Within a couple of thrusts the best orgasm I'm ever felt crashes over me. I'm screaming and grabbing out for you. Bucking underneath you like an animal. 

You continue to thrust but slow your pace, and the wetness you've created between my legs is extremely audible.

You flip me over and pull me onto my knees without leaving my pussy. 

I'm ready again...



A Long Time Coming



Alex McCord stood on the steps of the courthouse contemplating what was turning out to be a beautiful day. Dark clouds formed earlier threatening to drench the city in one of its frequently occurring summer thunderstorms, but now the clouds were gone without an inkling of rain and the sun was high in the sky. 

He rolled his broad shoulders as he divested himself of the tension caused by weeks of long hours behind a desk. With the closing arguments in the Lexell International case finished he could afford to take it easy for a while. The idea was a novel one as Alex was always a hard worker with leisure activities often taking a backseat to the business of his impressive law practice. 

The complexities of the case and the culture of secrecy presented challenges that required more than the usual time and effort for trial preparation. Lexell was a global concern whose assets and influence would have intimidated a less formidable attorney. However, Alex was used to the pressure, but more than that, he was brilliant and supremely confident in his abilities. 

The charges against the conglomerate were serious. The pharmaceutical division executives knowingly withheld crucial data from the FDA in order to get approval for a promising cancer treatment, Solenaz 12. While beneficial for the short term, the drug caused other forms of cancers in animal test subjects. 

The chief scientist, Dr. James Benson, went public after failing to convince the board to delay introducing the drug until further development could be done. For his trouble his lab was locked down, the data confiscated and he was shown the door under the watchful eye of the company's security team. However, as a safeguard he copied all of the data, including inter-company memos and emails prior to making his concerns known. 

The pre-trial work up and investigation was exhaustive with many of the Lexell's employees unwilling to talk and risk the same fate as Benson who was Alex's client. Now the jury deliberations were underway. 

* 

After court Alex went back to his office to attend to a few minor issues before heading home. His secretary was gone for the day and with no pressing cases he looked forward to having a quiet evening. 

His cell phone beeped as he was leaving. Checking the caller ID he saw that it was Francine. 

"Hi, Frannie, how are things going?" he greeted.

"Horribly," she answered clearly frustrated. "The new shipment came in late and I'm going to be stuck going over the inventory for some time. I know we didn't make any plans for tonight, but I was hoping that I could come over later."

Francine Winestein was a buyer for Marcus Mann, a high end department store. She loved her job, but some days it took up more time than she wanted. Both she and Alex had demanding jobs, but tried to make a concerted effort to spend time together. She loved being the woman in his life, but hoped to be his wife one day. She had big plans, but just right now her work was playing havoc with them.

"You wouldn't enjoy my company tonight," Alex responded wearily. "I just finished the Lexell case and I'm beat. My plans for the evening entail nothing more than going home and becoming a couch potato. I need to decompress."

"I understand," she said soothingly, "but it's just that we haven't been able to spend much time together the past few weeks. I miss you." 

"Maybe we can do something tomorrow night," Alex suggested feeling a bit guilty for neglecting her lately. "I could call you during the day to firm up the details." 

"Well, if that's all I can have," she sighed somewhat peeved that he didn't say he'd miss her too. However, being a smart woman she made sure to keep any annoyance out of her voice. 

"All right, then; I'll talk to you tomorrow. Bye now," Alex said and disconnected the call before she could reply.

Francine was left frowning at her phone, miffed. She was used to men running after her and didn't like the fact that Alex was the one calling the shots in their relationship. Admittedly, he was good to her, but she was always the one waiting on him. Although she made some decisions on how they spent their time together, being together was contingent on him being available. 

She and Alex met two years earlier at a charity event where a mutual acquaintance introduced them. There was an instant rapport and after their first date they became exclusive. Within a few weeks Francine knew that she was in love with Alex, but kept her feelings to herself. She believed that the proper order of things dictated that the man should reveal his feelings first. Although Alex had never uttered the word love, she harbored the belief he was indeed in love with her.

Alex was a good looking man with blue eyes and a glorious mane of thick black hair. He was faithful, affectionate and considerate. In fact, he hadn't as much as looked at another woman since they started dating. But with a man like Alex there were always opportunities. It didn't escape Francine's notice that many of the women in their social circle had an eye on him.

In bed Alex was a thorough, generous and inventive lover. When they made love Francine had all of his attention and she felt like the sexiest woman in the world. Even if she weren't in love with him, for the sex alone she would consider herself a lucky woman. Above all else, Francine desperately wanted to be Alex's wife. That thought had been firmly set in her mind even before his brother, Jason, became engaged to her sister a few weeks ago. But with their engagement, she became more fixated with becoming the next Mrs. McCord.

Putting her phone away, she sighed and ran her fingers through her long blonde hair in frustration before getting on with the business of checking the new arrivals. * 

Jade Harris arrived home from a long day at work. It was seven o'clock and Briana, her five year old daughter, was asleep in the back seat of the car. She'd gotten stuck at work typing a letter for her boss, attorney Baron Rollins. What pissed her off was that he'd called her into his office for dictation at five twenty, ten minutes before she was to leave for the day. Of course, he wanted it typed and on his desk before she left, not that he stayed around.

This was a frequent game that he played with her. 

It's been six months since Rollins made a pass at Jade which she tactfully rejected. From that time on it became his goal to make things as difficult for her as possible. His first inclination was to fire her, but he had no legitimate reason and, as a respected attorney, it would ruin his business to be embroiled in a sexual harassment lawsuit. 

Although her job paid well, Jade was keeping an eye open for other opportunities. There was a need for more balance in her life. She was so tired most evenings that she couldn't give Briana her full attention, which made her feel guilty. With only one parent, she thought her little girl deserved more. 

Shaking off those thoughts, she tried not to roust Briana as she unstrapped and lifted her out of the car seat. Juggling her purse and her child Jade opened the door to her apartment and flipped the light switch on. 

She threw her purse and keys on the sofa and carried Briana to her bedroom. The table lamp was on a timer and it glowed softly as Jade entered. The room was warm and cozy with the walls painted yellow and filled with Disney princess and fairy decals. The white canopy bed and the matching dresser were a birthday gift from her grandparents which completed the child's fantasy of being a princess herself. 

Since Briana had already eaten, Jade took off her clothes and shoes and slipped her into a white gown; a bath could wait until morning. She said a simple prayer and kissed her daughter on the forehead. 

After taking a shower, she changed into a baggy pair of shorts and a tee shirt; what she called her sexy evening garb. Truth to tell, it had been a long time since she'd thought of herself as sexy. Besides the fact that life was too hectic for such fanciful thoughts, there wasn't a man around to even notice. 

Jade made herself a chicken sandwich and sat down at the kitchen table where she'd left the newspaper that morning. She hadn't found anything in the Want Ads that had much potential. She decided to tackle the comics to see if she could at least lighten her mood. But as always, her thoughts wandered back to her situation. 

She was twenty six years old, but sometimes she felt like she was forty. Her world consisted of work and home with her daughter who was the center of her life. She didn't have a social life and would have given it up if she could have more time with Briana. Although she made an effort in the evenings she often failed to be of much use. 

Her mother was a godsend because she could leave Briana with her instead of putting her in daycare after pre-school. While Jade didn't have anything against daycare per se, she felt it was infinitely better to leave her daughter with a trusted family member. 

Despite the hardships, Jade knew she was luckier than many single mothers. She didn't need to depend on anyone financially and she could afford a decent apartment in a safe part of town. She would have liked to have someone in her life, but she didn't have the time or energy. Still sometimes it was pretty lonely. 

Briana's father, Jackson, barely took an interest in his child and didn't provide any financial support. He was thirty years old and still lived with his mother. That sounded like a cliché, but she knew there were many men, white and black, who refused to grow up. Thankfully, he wasn't on drugs or an alcoholic.

When Jackson did see Briana, he would make promises that he never kept. Jade never criticized him in their daughter's presence, but she didn't make excuses either. She knew that a lot of kids were in the same boat, even worse, but she felt guilty because she chose that man. He was a mistake, but her child was a blessing. She didn't hate Jackson, but she resent him for ignoring his parental responsibilities. 

* 

After reading the comics and getting a chuckle or two from Andy Capp and B.C., Jade watched a little television and decided to call it a night. It was only nine o'clock, but there really wasn't anything to keep her up. 

She was just about to drop off to sleep when an unpleasant ring jolted her back to consciousness. Cursing whoever it was, Jade struggled to reach the telephone.

"Hello!" she practically growled. 

"Hey Jade, it's Carrie." 

Jade immediately felt contrite. 

"Oops! Sorry, Carrie. I had almost dropped off to sleep," she said, still a little groggy. 

"That's ok. I have some news about a job opportunity for you and I couldn't wait to tell you. I didn't think that you might be asleep already." 

Alert now, Jade sat up with her back against the headboard.

"It's been a frustrating day," she replied, "and I need some good news. What about this job?" 

"I heard from Francine at dinner tonight that Mrs. McCord is looking for a personal assistant."

"Why does she need a personal assistant?" Jade asked.

"Mrs. McCord has a non-profit foundation that she runs out of her home. I guess I never told you that. Her current assistant's husband got a job offer in Texas and they will be moving there in the next few weeks." 

"Personal assistant, huh," Jade mused. "Do you know what the qualifications are?"

"I think it's like being a secretary," Carrie said, "and you'd have to help with the charity events, although I don't know what all's involved with that."

It sounded like a plum job, but Jade thought that there were probably others better qualified. She knew someone of Mrs. McCord's position would be particular about the person she hired. 

"I don't know Carrie, I might not be the type of person she's looking for," Jade said. 

"There's no harm is going for an interview," Carrie said reasonably. "Mrs. McCord is a perfectionist, but she's fair minded and you have as good a chance as anyone. It's a great opportunity."

"That's just the point, the job seems too good. Why haven't you applied for it? It seems to me that she's more likely to hire you with your family connections than me."

"I thought about it," Carrie said, "but my family is too close to the McCords already; I'd feel kind of weird applying for the job. Anyway, don't think that my sisters' relationship with the McCord men would have given me an edge. Mrs. McCord isn't like that. Her work is too important for her to hire me as a favor."

"All right, I understand that. How do I go about applying?

"Oh, I have the assistant's phone number right here. Do you have a pencil and paper handy?"

Jade grabbed a pad and pen from her drawer of her night table.

"Ok, give me the information." 

After Carrie gave her the information Jade said, 

"Thanks a lot, Carrie, I really appreciate this. I need a good paying job with more time to spend with Briana. And I definitely need to get away from Rollins." 

"You're welcome and I really hope you get the job. I'll miss you at work, but I know this is what you need. I wouldn't want Rollins as my boss either." 

"I'll call tomorrow morning," Jade said. "Hopefully, I can get an appointment in the next few days. I'll need to do it around my work schedule. Wish me luck." 

"Good luck," Carrie said with a smile in her voice. "I'll see you tomorrow." 

"All right. Have a goodnight and thanks again."

Jade was elated with the prospect of a new job. She didn't know what she would be getting into if Mrs. McCord hired her, but to get away from Rollins she would take on any challenge.

* 

The next morning Jade was up earlier than usual. She was eager to get the day started so that she could call for an interview. 

Leaving Briana to eat her oatmeal, she got dressed. She decided on a simple dark blue A-line dress with a matching short jacket and accessorized with a tan handbag and matching shoes. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she thought she looked business like. 

When she entered the kitchen, Briana smiled at her. "You look pretty, Mommy." 

Jade kissed her on the top of her head and replied, "Thank you baby, you always make me feel good. How would you like to go out for pizza tonight?" 

Briana squealed, "Yes, yes and yes. I love pizza. Thank you, Mommy."

"You're welcome, baby." 

"Can we go to Uncle Gino's? Please, Please?" Briana pleaded.

"Of course we can." 

After Briana finished her breakfast, Jade rinsed the bowl and placed it in the dishwasher. Then, with a damp paper towel, she washed her daughter's mouth and hands.

"Come on, sweetie," she said tossing the paper towel in the waste can, "let's hit the road." 

* 

The day was going much better than Jade anticipated. No doubt due to the fact that Mr. Rollins was called away for some family emergency. He would be out of the office the entire day which would allow her to leave work on time, unless he called in some extra work at the last minute. 

Jade was almost half way through her to do list when she decided to call for an appointment with Mrs. McCord. She dialed the number and waited. 

"The McCord Foundation, this is Melanie Graham speaking. How may I help you?"

"Good Morning Miss Graham. My name is Jade Harris. I'm inquiring about the position of personal assistant to Mrs. McCord." 

"Do you have any experience as a personal assistant?"

"I currently work as a personal secretary for Attorney B.L Rollins, but I'm not sure if that's comparable to a personal assistant," Jade replied. 

"I'm sure that many of your duties with Mr. Rollins will transfer to the job of personal assistant. It's pretty much like being a corporate secretary with a few more responsibilities thrown in. When are you available for an interview?" Before Jade could answer she added, "Be aware that the interview can be quite extensive and will take some time." 

"Would it be possible to get an appointment on the weekend?" Jade asked. 

"Yes, of course. Are you available this Saturday?" 

"Yes. Anytime on Saturday will be fine," Jade agreed.

"All right, I'll put you down for this Saturday at 10 a.m. Please be prompt and bring your resume."

"Great. Thanks you Miss Graham."

"You're welcome and the best of luck," she replied.

* 

After Jade hung up she felt like she'd accomplished something. She hadn't gotten the job yet, but she'd at least made a positive step toward getting it. Now there were some things she needed to do to prepare for the interview. 

She didn't know a lot about the McCords other than the odd comment made by Carrie. They just weren't a topic of conversation between them and she didn't read the society pages. However, she'd seen the sons on television a few times regarding high profile cases they were handling. The thing she needed to know about was their charitable pursuits. That would be her homework starting that night. 

As the day flew by, Jade caught herself humming a time or two. Mr. Rollins hadn't called, which surprised her. She hoped everything was all right with his family. She might not like the man, but she didn't wish him any ill will. The work wasn't hard and under normal circumstances she would have loved her job.

She left the office precisely at five thirty and picked Briana up from her parents' house. They headed to Uncle Gino's which was a few blocks from her apartment complex. * 

Jade ordered their pizza and was waiting for it to arrive when three tall, dark haired men walked in. They were dressed in what looked to be very expensive three piece business suits.

She looked around and noticed that her eyes weren't the only ones glued to them as most of the people in the place shared her curiosity. When they turned to take their seats in a booth, Jade almost gasped.

"Damn!" she thought, "they're hot." She chuckled at her reaction before her brain kicked in. It was the McCord brothers. Somewhere in heaven someone must be laughing at her. Here was a feast before her and she couldn't even take a little nibble. She felt surprised at her reaction since she'd rarely felt that kind of interest in almost six years. 

Even after they were seated, she continued to watch them furtively with Briana chatting in the background. She was about to turn away when one of them, she believed it was Alex, looked up and caught her staring at them and her breath caught in her throat. His face froze for a second and then he turned his attention back to his brothers. Jade was still holding her breath when she heard Briana calling her.

"Mom, Mommy. Can I spend the night at Lisa's house tomorrow?" she asked.

Lisa was the five year old daughter of Jade's cousin Judy. She worked from home doing data entry work for several local businesses and sometimes picked Briana up at school along with her Lisa. 

"We have to ask Judy. If she says it's ok, then you can have a sleep over," Jade promised.

Just then their pizza arrived. 

"Pizza, Pizza, Pizza!" Briana said loud enough to draw the attention of several diners, including Alex McCord. 

His eyes lit upon Jade and lingered. 

"Shhh, Briana," Jade admonish, feeling a bit uncomfortable under Alex's scrutiny. 

Cameron McCord was regaling his brothers with his obvious pleasure at his latest acquisition, a Saab PhoeniX and didn't notice Alex's interest in the woman and child a few tables over, but Jason did.

Looking at his brother, Jason wondered what was holding Alex's attention. Then he turned and saw the woman. She was very attractive, with a thick mane of shoulder length chestnut colored hair. "Pretty," he thought. But Alex had dated many pretty women. She was obviously black with a medium brown skin tone and his brother was obviously interested.

Jason had to admit that although Alex had been dating Francine for some time, he'd never seen Alex give Francine the almost brooding look he was giving this woman who was a stranger. As a matter of fact, he'd never seen him look at any woman like that. 




A Long Time Coming



Alex was the eldest at thirty six years old and Jason wasn't far behind. Fortunately, he already had the woman that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He'd hope that his sibling had found that in Francine, but now he wasn't sure.

His brother wasn't one to talk about his relationships. Still his interest in this woman was odd, especially given the fact that she had a child. There was no doubt, with the similarity of their looks, that the child was hers. 

It's wasn't that Alex didn't like children; he just never dated anyone who had any. Jason knew that was on purpose. Alex once said that kids meant that there were exes attached that would have a life long presence in the woman's life. He didn't want to get involved in a drama waiting to happen. 

At his age, it wasn't beyond reason to think that Alex was ready to settle down and start a family of his own. Jason knew his parents would be ecstatic if that happened. They've been hinting at grandchildren for years, however, Alex didn't seem to be in any hurry. He wasn't a playboy, but he usually only dated a woman for a few months. Francine lasted longer than most which gave his parents hope. 

Jason might have continued to ponder the situation, but Cameron asked him a question pulling him out of his musings. Giving his attention to his younger brother, he asked him to repeat the question, not failing to notice the slight frown Alex bore. 

Alex had seen Jason turn his attention to the woman. He had been shocked with how possessive he felt. He didn't know her, had never seen her before, and yet there was some type of pull towards her. With effort, he mentally shook himself from his fanciful thoughts; he probably wouldn't ever see her again. 

Rather than putting things into perspective that thought rocked him and against his will, his eyes went back to her. She was talking to the child who seemed to be enthralled by whatever she was saying. Alex felt his heart warm, but on its tail was a moment of panic, but he quickly brushed it aside. 

With a deep inward sigh he forced his gaze away from her and at least gave the appearance that he was interested in the conversation between his brothers, segueing from Cameron's car to local news. As they ate, he was still aware of the woman, but he made sure that his eyes didn't wander in her direction. Eventually, he was able to relax and become an avid participant in the conversation. 

After the meal, the brothers left a generous tip and headed for the nearest exit. Since it was on the opposite side of the room from Jade they wouldn't have to pass her table, for that Alex was grateful. He'd never felt so compelled just to look at a woman in his life. 

Jade noticed the trio leaving, but it was Alex who drew her attention. She couldn't help it. It was like he had a string tied to her head that pulled it in his direction. She'd seen handsome men before, but this one made her sizzle. She laughed at her foolishness. Alex McCord was as far out of her league as any man could ever be. 

She wasn't in his class and she didn't mean just because of her race. Men like that wanted equally smart, beautiful and successful women who were in their social group. Although she considered herself smart she wasn't the tall blonde type that these men seemed to prefer.

With great effort, she forced her attention back to Briana who had been content to chatter without her mother paying much attention. She was still delightfully animated in her discussion of the latest episode of Phineas and Ferb. She loved that show, especially their sister Candice and her ever present desire to bust her brothers. 

A while later they headed home for a night of cartoons for Briana and boredom for Jade. On the way there she tried to think of anything other than the very sexy Alex McCord. *

Saturday morning Jade dropped Briana off at her parents. He mother was making a picnic lunch for them to take to the park. Nolan's Park was beautifully landscaped with a large pond at its center. Briana always enjoyed the park, but the recent addition of a family of ducks made her giddy with excitement. 

The job interview loomed large. Despite the butterflies in her stomach, Jade hoped that Carrie was right about her having as good a chance as anyone else. Worrying wasn't going to help, but she badly needed a fresh start.

* 

Jade was well aware that the McCords were well off, but when she drove up to the property, she was amazed. The home sat back about a quarter mile from the road. It was behind a huge brick wall adorned with an elaborate electronic gate and security system. There was a video intercom with a camera mounted on top of one of the pillars to the wall. 

When she pulled up to the gate a signal was sent to the security system alerting someone inside the home to her presence. A video screen installed in the brick wall to Jade's left came on and a woman appeared. Jade immediately rolled down her window. 

"Good Morning, I assume you're Miss Harris. I'm Melanie Graham."

"Good morning. Yes, I'm Jade Harris," she replied.

"Good. There's a large parking area, just follow the winding drive and you'll find it. Park your car and walk back up to the front door. I'll meet you there." 

The security gate opened and Jade thank Miss Graham before driving through. 

Jade took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She even said a short prayer hoping that would be the edge she needed to get the job. 

It was a bit of a walk from the parking area to the house, but thankfully not difficult with the paved driveway to walk on. She rang the door bell and waited. Within seconds Mrs. McCord's assistant appeared.

"Pleased to meet you, Miss Harris," she greeted, stepping aside to let Jade enter.

"Nice meeting you too," Jade returned noticing that Miss Graham wasn't at all what she imagined. She was fairly tall and slender with long red hair, brown eyes and fair skin with the customary sprinkling of freckles on her cheeks. Her smile was genuine and oddly comforting. 

Jade was led down a long wide hallway. Half way down there was a set of French doors on the left which was the entrance to a suite of offices. Miss Graham's office took up the front space. To the left was a door that led to a file room where all the records of events were kept in addition to supplies and large office equipment, such as the commercial printer. The door to the right led directly to Mrs. McCord's office. Her assistant knocked and receive permission to enter, which she did with Jade in tow. 

Diana McCord was a lovely woman with short dark brown hair. She appeared to be tall, even in her sitting position. Her make up, though minimal, was flawless, her eyes deep blue with long lashes. To Jade's mind she was almost regal. In any case, she looked like someone use to being in charge. 

"Mrs. McCord, this is Jade Harris the applicant. Miss Harris, Mrs. Diana McCord," she was introduced.

The assistant then concluded by addressing Mrs. McCord. 

"If there isn't anything further that you require, I'll attend to getting those invitations out."

"Thanks, Melanie," Mrs. McCord said in dismissal. 

"Please, do have a seat," she said to Jade. * 

An hour later Jade was floating on air. She had gotten the job pending a background check. Her appointment was the only one schedule that day because Mrs. McCord had other business to take care of that afternoon. Although she had been a little intimidated, as the interview went on she relaxed. There were a lot of questions, some personal, but not unexpected. 

The information Jade researched on Mrs. McCord's foundation and the family's charitable works came in handy. Mrs. McCord seemed very impressed that she had taken the time to not only learn about her foundation, but her family's efforts to support the community in many other ways. 

Since Melanie Graham was still on the job for another two weeks, Jade would have time to get her head wrapped around having a new job and a very sweet one at that. Her salary was a twenty percent increase from what she was currently earning. Her work hours were 8 am to 5 pm. She might occasionally need to work overtime, however the weekends were free and clear. 

Jade was riding on a wave of excitement on her way to pick up Briana. In route she called Judy and asked if it was all right for Briana to spend the night. Judy said it was fine. After she picked up Briana, they went to Legoland in Largo where they had a great time. Then it was on to the park to check on the ducks and finally home to pack an overnight bag for the sleep over. 

Before they left, Jade said to Briana, "I want you to be extra good for Judy. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning," 

"Ok, Mommy," Briana promised. "We are going to have lots of fun playing with Lisa's Barbie fun house. Do you think Santa Claus might bring me one for Christmas?" 

Smiling, Jade said, "Christmas is a few months off, but we'll see. Let's go kiddo."

"Okie dokie," Briana said with a grin and took her mother's hand as they left the apartment. Jade was already looking forward to the changes to come. 

* 

Early Monday morning Alex received notice that the Jury in the Lexell International case had reached a verdict. He was expected in courtroom number three at 2 p.m.

Shortly before 2 o'clock, he entered the courtroom with his client. The jurors were led in and once seated, the judge asked the foreman to read the charges and the verdict. 

Lexell International's executives, including the CEO Leland Howard, were found guilty on all counts. Howard ordered that the lab results be falsified by another scientist, Edward Hammond, who did so under threat of losing his job. He paid off witnesses, lied to the FDA and fired Benson without cause. As a result, the company was issued a huge fine by the FDA, Howard and the Board members were found guilty of obstruction of justice, intimidating witnesses, conspiring to endanger the public health, wrongful termination and fraud. 

Alex had to admit that he was pretty pleased. The penalty phase would be held at later date, but as of that moment Benson was free to go back to his job. However, he opted for retirement feeling that the atmosphere at Lexell would be toxic. 

After court, Alex went back to his office to drop off the file. While he was at it, he gave his secretary the rest of the day off. 

With time on his hands, he decided to visit his parents since he hadn't seen them for a couple of weeks. His dad was no doubt playing golf, but his mother would likely be home. He called to make sure his visit wouldn't be an inconvenience. 

He pulled out his cell phone and dialed his mother's mobile phone number. When she picked up he said,

"Hi, Mom, I won the Lexell case and I'm free for the rest of the day. I wanted to see if you were up for a visit."

"Congratulations! And of course I'm up for a visit," she said. "You know that I always have time for you boys. Why don't you stay for dinner?" 

"That'll be great. What's for dinner?" he teased. 

He was always the first to ask about dinner when he was a kid, even if it was just after breakfast. 

Laughing, she said, "You'll just have to be surprised; I'm not sure what Clara has cooking. Will it just be you or is Francine coming also?" 

"It'll just be me, Mom." 

"Great." she said excitedly, and then checked herself. "I mean, Francine would be welcome too, but I so rarely get you boys to myself lately. Bring the other two along if you can."

"I understand, Mom. Ok, I'll see what I can do. I'll be there in about forty five minutes." 

After ending the call he stopped by Jason and Cameron's offices to see if they were available for dinner with the folks. Jason said he and Kate were going out to dinner and a movie and Cameron was having a poker night with the guys. When Alex got to the gate of his parent's home he activated the remote to the security system, which opened the gate. Pulling up in front of the stately home he parked his car and got out. His mother was coming down the hall as he unlocked the door and entered the house. Smiling, he went to greet her, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Glad you could come, Son. Where are the other boys?" she asked. 

Alex explained their situation as his mother led him to the sitting room. 

"Really, it's a wonder that I see any of you at all what with your careers and your women. But this is the sacrifice a mother has to make if she's going to have successful sons and grandchildren," she teased.

"I thought you'd given up the idea of having grand kids anytime soon," Alex said.

"No, I haven't given up; I've just stopped nagging you." 

Then she asked, "How is it going with you and Francine?"

"It's going great," Alex offered knowing that wasn't what his mother meant. She wanted to know if an engagement announcement was imminent.

"You know what I mean," she chided. 

"Yep," he replied without divulging anything further.

Sighing, she decided to leave things there. Alex wasn't going to tell her any more than he wanted.

She liked Francine. She was smart, creative, a hard worker, and anyone looking could tell she was crazy about Alex. When they were at social gatherings, she was attentive and she touched him often. She only had eyes for Alex. 

Alex, on the other hand, was hard to read. He was attentive to Francine, but it always seemed that he wasn't fully engaged, certainly not as much as she was with him. When Francine wasn't around, he rarely talked about her and always gave some variation of the phrase, 'Things are going great.' 

Her son didn't lack for women throwing themselves at him. He had girls after him from the time he hit puberty. If things weren't moving ahead with Francine, she knew it was because of Alex. Maybe he needed a relationship shake up. He was thirty six years old and apparently wasn't anywhere near settling down. 

Shaking herself from her thoughts, Diana caught on to what Alex was telling her about the case he'd just won. She had no doubt that he would win, all of her sons were brilliant attorneys; they got that from their father. 

"Where's Dad," he asked, "or should I just assume he's playing golf."

"He's playing golf as usual," his mother said with a chuckle.

If there was anything that her husband loved almost as much as her and their children, she'd have to say it was golf. Now that he was retired, he lived and breathed golf, although they always found time for each other and he was still a potent lover. They might be getting up in age, but they weren't anywhere near dead.

"Oh, by the way," she said, "I've hired someone to take Melanie's place. She'll be starting next Monday; her name is Jade Harris. I was lucky to get a replacement so soon. I can't tell you how I was dreading having to deal with everything on my own for any length of time."

"Did you do a background check?" Alex asked ever the attorney.

"Yes, I did. I got the results a few days ago. She has no criminal record, good credit and an excellent work record. She's twenty six years old, unmarried with a five year old daughter. She obviously loves her daughter who has been the sole focus of her life since she was born."

"She didn't have a reference for her last job," she continued, "but after she explained the situation, I understood. Her boss made a pass at her and she rejected him. Since then he's tried to make things as difficult as possible. She works with Francine's sister, Carrie, who backed up the story. According to Carrie, Jade's a great worker and wanted to change jobs to get away from her boss as well as have more time with her daughter." 

"Well, that's certainly commendable, but it's regrettable that there are men like that." Alex said suddenly thinking of the woman at the pizza place. He wondered what kind of mother she was. She seemed attentive and affectionate with the child, but it really wasn't enough to form an opinion about her maternal dedication. 

Abruptly, he wondered why he was even thinking about her at all. His mother caught his distant look and he blinked as he refocused. He knew she was curious about why he had been staring off in space like that and was grateful that she didn't say anything about it. He wasn't prepared to lie to her, but he'd rather not tell her the truth. 

They spent the rest of the afternoon catching up with family doings and plans for the Fourth of July cookout that Diana was hosting. It was more than a month away, but it was going to be a big affair. Diana planned to get her new assistant started with the preparations. She thought if Francine wasn't the one her son might find someone else among their guests.



A Long Time Coming



A recent event reminded me of this story from a few years ago. Thought I'd share. 

During my early years, I did the usual playing and experimenting. When I was in my early 20's I was in love with pussy, but found myself thinking about men from time to time. My thoughts were not "romantic" but purely sexual and physical. Eventually I found myself looking at the men's cock as much as the women when I was looking at porn. 

I think the real turning point came one morning when I got a "booty call" from one of my friends with benefits. She was in her mid 40's and married. Her husband traveled a lot for work, sometimes gone for over a week at a time. She met me at the door wearing only a see through nightgown and we went straight to the bedroom. She was in quite a state and I asked her why she was so worked up? She was from the Deep South with a buttery sounding southern accent. She proceeded to tell me that her husband had left on a trip right before she called me. But before leaving, he had fucked her. She always found his penis too small and he came too quickly. This time was no exception. He bent her over the edge of the bed, pulled out his dick went at her. After he came, he put his dick back in his pants, grabbed is jacket and suitcase, gave her a peck on the cheek and was out the door. Now I understood. 

I moved between her legs and started to slide in. She moaned and raised her hips towards me. I was suddenly deep in her and I could feel s pool of his cum inside her. She must have noticed the look on my face because she said, "I'm sorry suhga. Should I have cleaned up first"? "You got here so quickly and all..." "I know it's got to be a mess in there. The man really does cum a pint." I was so excited, I started shooting and adding my cum to the supply her husband had left behind. I remained hard and we spent the next four hours in bed. 

I never lost my love for pussy, but after that morning, I knew what I wanted to try next. 

At about that time, America Online was the new internet service (this was before a lot of people even knew what internet was.) AOL had tons of chatrooms on just about every topic you could imagine (and a few you probably wouldn't want to). After a few visits online, I started chatting with a guy in one of the local M2M rooms. He seemed pretty normal and sane. He was 48, married, retired from the Navy and had his own business doing small electrical engine repairs. I agreed to meet him at his shop the next day at 4:30. 

The next day I (somewhat nervously) strolled through the door and was greeted by a lean man with a nice smile. He was about 5'10", brown hair combed back and an easy manner about him. He introduced himself as "Nick" and shook my hand. 

We chatted and talked for a few minutes until he looked at his watch and walked to the front of the shop and hung out the "closed" sign. He then led me to the back and into a large office area. I noticed there was a cot against one wall and a bathroom with a shower in an adjoining room. Right now I was a combination of nervous and excited. But I didn't have time to dwell on either. While making small chit chat, Nick kicked off his shoes and started to unbutton his shirt. Nick said "Why don't you get comfortable"? As I started to remove my clothes, Nick dropped his pants around his ankles. He was wearing boxer briefs and he was making quiet a tent in them. I wasn't wearing underwear and when I pulled down my pants, Nick said, "Nice." He removed his shorts and his cock strained into view. He was hung with about seven inches. The shaft was not overly large but it was crowned by a nice size head. And he was hard. The head was almost purple and looked like it was ready to explode. But his manner remained relaxed and easy going. This guy was completely comfortable with himself. 

He took a towel off of a shelf and then strolled over to a cushioned chair. He covered the seat cushion with the towel and sat down. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock as it gently bounced while he walked. And when he sat down, it was hard and pointing up to the ceiling. He smiled and said, "Well Sport, I believe you said this was what you wanted." I just nodded my head and said, "Yeah".

I moved over in front of him and dropped on my knees. I reached out and, for the first time in years, I took another man's cock in my hands. After slowly stroking it for a couple of minutes, I descended on it with my mouth. I started bobbing my head up and down while sucking on the head. After a couple of minutes, Nick said, "Whoa, easy there sport." You are not trying to literally suck a golf ball through a garden hose." When I took my mouth off, he looked at me and asked, "Have you done this much?" I told him that it had been years and even then I was usually on the receiving end. 

"Here, let me show you something." He said. With that he stood up and we switched places. Now he took my (almost) eight inch cock in his hands and slowly stroked it. I also have a pretty thick shaft with a "mushroom" head. He finally opened his mouth and took my cockhead in. Instead of hard suction, he slowly massaged it with his lips and tongue. He also flicked his tongue on the underside of my cock head which caused me to arch upward. He started to work his hands up my chest to my nipples where he began to gently pinch and stroke. A few women had played with my nipples while I fucked them, and as a result, my nipples are very sensitive. After a few minutes, my head was spinning. He removed one of his hands from my nipples and slipped it under my cock and started to gently massage my balls. I begin to groan, grunt and tense up. Nick removed his mouth and begin to stroke my cock with his hand. Within moments, a veritable cum explosion followed. It felt like cum was shooting up from someplace way deep inside. It was a mess. 

As I sat there and tried to catch my breath, Nick handed me a cold cola out of his refrigerator. (I later found out that Nick was a recovering alcoholic who had been sober for over ten years.) He also handed me a warm, damp wash cloth to clean up with. 

When I could speak, I said, "So, that's how it's done, huh?" He laughed and replied, "Well that's one way." 

I saw that his cock was still solid hard and erect. I pointed at it and said, "Looks like I need to return the favor." He smiled and replied, "I think you need some recovery time first. Your spirit might be willing but I doubt you could keep up the pace for very long." The way I felt right then, I didn't try to argue. "I don't want to leave you like that. Got to be something I can do" 

He smiled and said, "Well, if you really mean it..." 

He signaled for me to get up and I (somewhat unsteadily) stood up. He pointed to the cot and I walked over and lay down on my back. Nick raised my legs up and begin to lick my ass. I had never experienced this before and I could feel my ass twitch and react to his tongue. He raised up and I saw that he had a tube of KY Jelly in his hand. He squeezed some into his hand and begin to apply it to his cock. As he applied some KY to my tight little hole, I knew what was coming. I had corn holed some guys when I was younger, but I had only had one cock up my ass. That was several years ago and was much smaller than Nick's rigid member. 

Nick separated my legs and put my ankles upon his shoulders. "OK, Sport, now push out and then release when you feel me push in" I felt the head of his cock against my ass and I begin to push like I was using the bathroom. When I felt his head start to make entry, I relaxed and he popped in. The feeling was surprising. Not so much pain but a sensation of being really full and needing to empty my bowels. Nick began to slowly push in and out. Each stroke was adding more cock inside me. Finally I felt his nut sack resting against my butt. After pausing for a minute to let me get used to the feeling, he pulled back and being to stroke me with a slow rhythm. Each in stroke made me feel like air was being push out of my lungs. And the sensation originating in my ass was like electric current going all through my body. 

After a few minutes he leaned over me and increased the rate of his pumping. I remembered what he had done to me earlier and I reached up and started gently rubbing his nipples. This seemed to excite him even more and I would swear that his cock got even harder. I was surprised to notice that my cock started getting hard again just from my ass being drilled. Nick fucked me for about 20 minutes (stopping once to add some more lube to his cock) and then with a sudden burst, he exploded in my bowels. He let out yell and slammed into me. After a brief pause to catch our breath, he pulled out. 

Sitting on the edge of the cot he looked over at me and said, "I think we are going to get along just fine." 

And we did.



A Long Time Coming



"Is it okay if I touch you now?" I asked. 

"Isn't that what we're here for?" he replied, a little sarcasm in his voice. This man! I simultaneously wanted to smack him and press my mouth against his.

I felt compelled to point out that if I touched him, we wouldn't be speaking again for quite some time...

We had hashed out the terms of our "relationship" while sitting in a quiet neighborhood bar far from where we both live, and had moved on to the quaint but clean hotel room where we planned to finally, FINALLY make good on an attraction that had been building for months. Though we were single, as prominent members of our community we didn't want to deal with the speculation and news-worthiness of something that was really just a primal physical attraction and not likely to turn into anything romantic anyway. Keeping our sex lives and public lives separate was going to take a little effort. But now, we were done talking. It was time for more. Butterflies churned in my stomach.

"Touch me," he commanded.

"Yes, sir!" I retorted, and slowly reached up and placed my hand against his warm cheek, feeling for the first time his strong jaw, looking into those gorgeous blue-green eyes that simultaneously mocked me and looked into my depths. It felt like forever and no time at all. Suddenly, his mouth was on me. Soft, intense, warm lips pressing into mine. God, how I needed him. 

I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his strong shoulders, broad back as he leaned into me. We opened our mouths to each other and his tongue found mine. This was just a kiss and I was already losing my mind. His hands started roaming my body as I raised my hands to run them through his hair. That thick head of hair I had wanted to touch for so long. He traced my jaw gently with his fingertips and pulled my mouth even harder onto his, and I thought I was going to go over the edge.

Standing me up and moving me away from my chair, he dropped his mouth to my neck as I moaned. His warm, strong hands found the bottom edge of my shirt and snuck underneath, caressing my skin, his hands wrapped around my waist - thumbs pressing into my belly, fingertips on my back. Why had we waited so long? I wanted to rip his clothes off but simultaneously make this last as long as possible. His head dipped deeper, seeking the valley at the base of my neck. I was not going to make it. My knees buckled slightly and he wrapped one arm around me to support me.

How many times had I gazed longingly at those strong arms? How many nights had I fantasized about how they would feel wrapped around me? How short I had fallen in imagining what it would be like.

He brought his fingers up to trace the neckline of my shirt as he continued to kiss my neck. His kisses were hot, wet, passionate, but his fingertips were so delicate it almost tickled. They would sneak a little way under the edge of my shirt and then back out, dip in and out again. This was torture. Digging my fingers into his back I quietly whispered "please!" He paused but ignored me, flicking his tongue over my skin as if to taunt me even further. "PLEASE," I moaned. Acquiescing, he began to unbutton my shirt. I began to shower his jaw with kisses, nibbling along the way. My tongue found his ear and I rejoiced in making his knees buckle a little. All's fair...

As he unbuttoned my shirt, his mouth moved ever lower, finding the lacy edge of my bra. "Oh, my," he breathed. "I wasn't expecting that." What can I say? Jeans and a flannel shirt on the outside, sexy lace underneath. Taking off my shirt, he stepped back a little and paused to look at me. I'm not bad to look at, if I must say so myself. An athletic hourglass figure with just enough softness to hold on to. At 5'4", I'm a 36C, narrow in the middle, and have nicely rounded hips and ass. He pulled me close to him again and began to play with the top edge of my bra. Again, with the fingers dipping just below the edge. I grabbed his ass and pulled him even closer. God, I love a nice ass. Suddenly, he dipped his fingers under my bra and squeezed my nipple, hard. Moaning, I grabbed his face with two hands and kissed him, harder. Now it was on. He kept alternating between rolling my nipple hard between his fingers and brushing it lightly with the back of his hand. He slowly, teasingly pulled my left bra cup down to get better access. Then, he quickly pulled the other side down so I was exposed to him and my breasts were pushed up, nipples hard and begging for more. 

"Sit," he ordered. 

"Yes, sir," I again replied. As I sat, he kissed me again and leaned into me as we both fell onto the bed.

Kissing his way back down my neck, he pressed his thumbs hard into my nipples, then pinched them both again. He kissed his way around my right breast, circling ever closer until I thought I was going to go crazy if he didn't take me into his mouth. I could feel him there, mouth hovering right over me but not touching. Then slowly, I felt his warm tongue rake across my nipple. My back arched as I moaned again and tried to press myself into him. "Hmmm..." he said and moved his mouth to the other side to repeat his action. Same response. Returning his hand to my right side, he repeated his earlier ministrations while diving into my left breast with his mouth. Tongue swirling, he sucked my nipple hard until it felt it grew another half inch, then nipped me with his teeth and then swirled his tongue again. And again. I was moaning so loudly at this point and my panties were soaked. "I think you need a little break," he smiled, and switched sides to repeat his attentions. 

As his mouth worked on my right nipple, his hand snaked down my belly and over my jeans. Using his middle finger, he put pressure right where I needed him most and I knew I was so wet I had soaked through my pants. I moaned again and lifted my hips, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Pausing and lifting his mouth, he said, "I think you could cum just from me sucking on your tits." If words alone could make me cum, that would have done it.

It was time for me to make a move - that or melt into a puddle of nothingness. No man should look as good as he does in just a t-shirt and jeans, but it was time to get that shirt off. I pushed him over onto his back, grabbed the bottom of his shirt and worked it up over his head. Straddling him, I leaned down to kiss him as his hands cupped my breasts. With my mouth, I worked my way back to his ear, and from there down his neck. He moaned low in his throat and I took that as a good sign. I kissed my way across his shoulder and down his arm. I turned his hand and kissed the inside of his palm. Then I opened my mouth and slowly took a finger in, allowing my tongue to softly caress the length of his finger. He moaned again. Good!

Releasing his finger, I found my face at belly-button level. I kissed my way across his stomach, flicking my tongue occasionally against the line where his waistband met his skin. Reaching his belly button, I found a dark line of hair just begging me to follow it down. Unbuttoning his jeans, I glanced up at him, staring into those gorgeous eyes. I unzipped his jeans and he lifted his hips as I slid his pants down over what looked like a promising erection under his snug, black boxer briefs. Dropping his jeans to the floor, I crawled up his body and straddled him again. Pressing my pussy down onto his cock, I kissed him again, grinding against him. Without warning, he wrapped those strong arms around me and rolled me over. 

It was as if he suddenly couldn't control himself. He was planting kisses all over me. My neck, breasts, stomach, hips. He undid my jeans and ripped them off and, before I knew it, his mouth was on my pussy, kissing it through the lacy material of my panties. I almost lost it, gasping with pleasure. He pressed his tongue into me and I knew he could taste me through the soaked panties. Sliding his hand up my leg, he pushed my panties aside with his thumb and I was so wet that he slid that nice, thick finger straight into my pussy. I groaned and pushed into him as he tongued my clit and stroked me with his thumb. His tongue traced circles around my clit as he used his other hand to pull aside my panties and spread my pussy lips wide. Suddenly, he stopped and I moaned. He grabbed the sides of my panties and pulled them off, discarding them on the floor. His mouth returned to my clit and he dipped two fingers into my pussy with strong, sure strokes, applying just enough pressure on the walls of my cunt that I could feel myself rapidly approaching an orgasm. Hips lifting, I met his strokes one by one. 

I was so close to cumming when he again took his fingers out, leaving me gasping, but not for long. He slowly slid his thumb back in, eyes meeting mine. God, how many times had I imagined his face between my legs, kneeling in front of me? This was better than anything I could have imagined. Stroking slowly, he worked me back up, the intensity increasing constantly until I was writhing with pleasure. I knew I was about to cum for this man. All of a sudden, I felt his wet middle finger enter my ass, stroking at the same speed as his thumb in my pussy. A few strokes was all it took until I exploded, feeling the waves of the orgasm wash over me. He continued stroking slowly as my pussy fluttered around his thumb. 

Slowly easing his fingers out of me, he grinned. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up to kiss him, my juices still coating his mouth. I reached down and took his hand, his thumb soaked with my cum, and slid it into my mouth, licking him clean. He groaned and covered my mouth with his, we groped each other for a while. "My turn," I whispered. "Yes, ma'am," he replied. 

I pulled him to a seated position at the edge of the bed, grabbed a pillow, and threw it at his feet. I lowered myself down, grabbed those sexy boxer briefs, and pulled them off. His cock sprang free and I was not disappointed. I dropped to my knees in front of him, licking my lips. Gently, I wrapped my fingers around it. He wasn't extremely long, probably 7", but he certainly had girth. I could barely wrap my fingers around the base. I looked up at him and made eye contact as I leaned in and ran my tongue up the bottom of his cock, from the base to the tip. He closed his eyes and moaned. I started stroking his cock with my tongue, wrapping my tongue around him, tickling the ridge of the head, tasting his pre-cum. Kissing the length of his cock from tip to base, I made my way to his balls. He even trimmed for me - what a catch! 

Slowly, I sucked one of his balls into my mouth, rolling it gently with my tongue. His eyes popped open and he gasped, bringing his hand to cup the back of my head. I released the first one and repeated my sucking on the other side. I flicked my tongue over his balls and made my way back up his cock. When I got to his meaty head, I leaned in and took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, as he moaned. Wrapping one hand around the base of his cock I began stroking his cock in and out of my mouth as he guided me with his hand. Swirling my tongue and sucking as hard as I dared. His breath became quicker and quicker and he suddenly pulled out and said, "not yet." He pulled me back up to him and kissed me, hard, his hand once again finding my pussy which was dripping wet.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked. 

"I have a feeling I will always be ready for you," I replied.

"I'm going to try to do this slowly," he said, "but I'm having trouble controlling myself with you." Laying me down on the bed, he spread my legs and moved between them. He lay his cock along the length of my pussy and slowly rubbed up and down, coating himself with the juices from my sopping pussy. I jumped a little every time the head of his cock touched my clit. Leaning in closer, he dropped his hips down and used his hand to slowly guide his thick head to the entrance of my cunt. I glanced down and could see his cock waiting to enter me. His strong thighs and arms supporting him, this strong man hovering over me, who wanted to be inside of me. I glanced up and he was looking at me, waiting. We stared into each others eyes as he slowly moved his hips forward. In just a few inches, then slowly out again, in a little further, then slowly out. Staring at me the whole time. Then, he sank his full length into me with a groan, closing his eyes as my hips moved up to meet his. 

Pressed fully against me, he lay across me, letting me feel his weight. Lifting up a little, he kissed me and ever so slowly began moving his hips back out. All the way, until he was almost out of me, and then he pushed back in again. Out slowly, then in. He began to move just a little faster, with sure strong strokes that pressed the head of his cock along the front wall of my pussy. Never speeding up, he just maintained that pace and smiled at me as my breathing got faster and shallower. I was going to cum again, and hard. 

Pushing my hips into his as hard as I could, I came, moaning loudly. Waiting for me to finish, he chuckled a little and then rolled us over so I was on top. Catching my breath, I slowly began to move. "Good God, woman, you really know what to do with those hips," he muttered. Rocking on top of him, I teased him. Pulling out and then pushing back in again as slowly as possible. Pulling out slowly and then suddenly I pushed his gorgeous cock back into my pussy as hard as possible. He gasped and grabbed my hips as we began to move together. Not as slow as before, but not in a hurry, either. 

The perfect pace, our bodies moving together to get the most friction in all the right places. His breath was starting to get ragged. I could tell he was trying to hold off but he didn't have much longer. I leaned over and kissed him. As I leaned forward his slid a finger back down to my ass. Oh, I was done. Screaming his name, I started cumming, wave after wave of the orgasm crashing over me. As my pussy squeezed his cock over and over again, I heard him moan and felt him cum inside me. His thick cock twitched several times, filling my pussy. 

Exhausted, I collapsed on top of him as he wrapped his arms around me. Sighing, I said, "who needs to talk?"

Until our next meeting...

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This is the first story I've ever written. Comments appreciated.



A Long Time Coming



“I think you want to fuck this old white lady.” Jamie said to which Marcus only smiled and slid his cock forward.

Jamie’s eyes widened and she flung herself upwards as her legs wrapped around him.
“FUCK BABY!!! You are fucking huge.” She squealed through clenched teeth and shut eyes.

“Fuck you got a tight white pussy!” Marcus groaned as he pushed himself more and more.

“Fuck my pussy baby!” she yelled as her arms wrapped around his neck to bring her lips to his.

Soon he was humping her with a faster pace as she used her arms to climb his black body. Her large breasts in his face. He bit a nipple as she lift up on his neck and slammed herself down on his cock. He would try and fuck her as hard as possible. Soon she was squeezing her breasts against his face as hard as she possibly could while she shook with a violent orgasm. Her pussy gushing on his cock as he laid her on her back and was soon sliding in and out of her pussy with a smooth slow pace.

“You like this dick baby?” he asked.

“Mmm, I’ve dreamt about this dick!” Jamie said her eyes half closed.

“Ever had a black dick baby?”

”NO! Nothing ever this big or this black!” she said smiling as he bent down to bite her neck gently.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this white pussy……” Marcus growled as he quickened his pace.

“Take it, it’s yours baby. Fuck this white bitch!” Jamie groaned as her legs and hands grabbed his ass trying to take as much of him as she could.

Slapping sounds and load groans were heard when finally Marcus bellowed and unleashed an enormous load, bigger than the first one he put in her mouth into her pussy.

Jamie enjoyed the sensation of his seed washing her insides as she laid back cooing at the feel of such a large cock in her. Her hair still wet, this time, from sweat that framed her face. She smiled and stared at the ceiling. Both of them breathing heavily.

“That’s the shit dreams are made of.” Marcus said and Jamie could only moan in agreement.

After a half an hour in their laying state Marcus rolled to her large breasts to suckle gently at her nipple before kissing her, their tongue rolling around each others. She draped her leg over him as his cock smacked against her wet pussy lips.

“I think you made a mess young man.” Jamie smiled.

She rolled him onto her back as she rubbed her bottom along his hard and muscled torso. Her thick thighs felt so good along his ribs.

“I sure did.” Marcus said grinning as his hand roamed her long legs, thick hips before rolling his hands back towards her big ass.

His cock was standing at attention again and in the crack of her ass. She felt it’s warmth before lifting her hips and slowly taking his cock into her. From atop him it was difficult to fit his cock into her. She slowly lowered herself before finally being able to grind her pubes against his.

“What are you going to do?” Marcus said, his hand pinching her nipple nice and hard.

“I’m going to ride this black cock…..slowly” she said her hips rolling back and forth. Her pussy lips would open up and show themselves to him as she rolled forward, his head leaning back to enjoy the unreal sensation.

“Mmm… girl ride that dick.” His hands grabbed her hips as he increased her speed. Her hands grabbed his wrist to improve her leverage. She rode him harder and harder.

”Mmm fuck me baby that’s it.”

She fell forward, her hands on the bed above his shoulders. Her large breasts falling forward to his face as he sucked half a breast…and they both began to fuck each other again to exhaustion.



A Long Time Coming



The normal reaction of any woman being told that she's about to be 'put in her place' is fury. But honestly, anger was not what I was feeling at this moment. The small twinges of electric heat flowing up my thighs told me that much. I'm sure I tried to appear angry or at least as angry as a woman on the verge of orgasm could look.

My body felt wonderfully constricted yet completely open. I tried to calm my breathing, but it only pulled the dark fishnet fabric tighter over my body, which in turn rubbed my taunt nipples in a pleasurable way. I tried not to look at my image in the mirror yet I couldn't look away and it had nothing to do with the fact that he was holding my head in his hands.

His skin felt warm, soothing and somewhat rough, he had workman's hands. But oh how I loved his hands. All he was doing was holding the sides of my jaw softly but I could feel him radiating throughout my entire body. He leaned his mouth closer to my ear.

"Don't you look beautiful." I could sense it wasn't a question, just a statement of fact.

My bright eyes drank in as much of myself as I could see., which left nothing to the imagination. The literal things I could see, a woman in her early twenties, skin flushing slightly, strapped somewhat to a wooden chair in a crotch-less fishnet bodysuit. Imaginatively, a sexual possession on fire inside and out. For some reason my absence of fabric was making me sweat. I could feel a small trickle of perspiration flow from my thighs to settle in between my bottom cheeks, or was it something else? I wasn't in a position to check and for some hell-bent reason he wasn't touching any other part of me but my face. But that didn't matter, I was still wet. Or better yet make that flooding. An intense throbbing in my clit had started when he told me to put this outfit on and it had only gotten worse.

He never touched me as I put it on and he hadn't touched me but only a minimal amount when he had gotten the buttery soft straps out and onto the chair. I pulled on my restraints softly, mentally checking that they were still there. He must have took my motion as an act of rebellion because he suddenly reached out in front of me and pulled my left nipple sharply. I flinched a little but the erotic twinges that had just made some sweeter wetness between my thighs seep out was worth it.

"Don't move or I'll do that again." His command held a way out but I didn't take it. 

Despite the urge to move again, to feel that loving twinge, I sat still. He seemed satisfied and as a little reward he ran his tongue over my earlobe. Inwardly I shuddered with a thousand times of pleasure, outwardly I sighed a soft moaning sound and sat still. 

He stood up suddenly behind me. I could see his boxers tenting behind my right shoulder. With my eyes I begged to see all of him but my lips fell silent. He must have seen my plea, as he shoved his boxers down I saw his cock jutting up and slightly out in arousal. The sight made my nipples harden to an extreme I didn't know existed. They tried to poke through the material but fortunately, or unfortunately, they were too large and aroused to manage. Suddenly all I wanted was for him to take my large hard nipples into his mouth and suck on them until I felt that beautiful orgasmic bloom. 

"What do you want me to do to you?"

I bit my lip in slight thought but there was only one answer. "Whatever you would like to do to me."

He played his role well, he sized me up in thought. "I'm going to touch you with my cock, but if you move I'll stop."

I gasped and let out a shaky breath at the same time. Him telling me that I was going to feel his velvety soft hardness against me but not being able to move toward it - he might as well of told me to stop breathing. If there was one thing I loved about this man, but of course there was more than one, it was his cock that got me squirming and lubricating all at the same time. It wasn't just the size, it was everything. The sight of it, the feel of it, the way it was wide at the base and it only widened fully right before ejaculation. The way it felt in me was wonderful. It was everything to me, he meant everything to me, so I did what he asked.

I felt the first touch of his hard cock on the back of my neck, I moaned out slightly and sighed as his eyes told me that was okay - he'd never said I couldn't make noise, noises didn't require moving. His tip ran across my shoulder, the slight meatiness of it catching slowly in the fishnet. I felt my pussy move - I couldn't control it. It clenched around air, wishing there was something to fill the void. It wept openly now with a deep pulsing and for a fleeting moment I thought it was odd to be on the verge of coming without any sort of vaginal stimulation but then again it seemed my whole body was one big stimulant. I felt on fire. His cock was hot, hard and persistent against my skin.

A bead of sweat rolled down my neck and I could see him catch it with the head of his cock in the mirror. I almost came undone. The simple feeling of his velvet tip sweeping up the back of my neck brought my cunt to its knees. My body was electric, a live wire on high voltage with loud and steady thumps gyrating through my cunt all the way up my spine. I couldn't stop my thighs from quivering, I tried but failed. I thought he would stop for my disobedience, but he didn't. I heard strange erotic moans coming from behind me and it only made me want him more. 

"This feels so good..." 

He was referring to his cock on my fishnet skin, he once again was sweeping it all over my shoulders, setting my skin even more ablaze. He moved to stand in front of me. His cock was bright red and I could see the vein underneath pulsing slightly. Knowing that he was so close already nearly drove me over the edge. My inner walls clenched in rapid motion, fucking itself, and my clit felt like it could burst into a million pieces at any moment - and oh did I want it to. At that moment he ran the head of his cock over my nipples and I felt a small bit of his precum and I felt the blooming fire open up as I experienced my first non-physical orgasm. It burst onto me like wildfire and I felt consumed. My cream ran down my thighs in hot streams and I could not help arching my back with the intense pleasure of it all.

Somewhere in the middle of my rising moans I heard him groan "oh my god" and the next thing I felt was another explosive orgasm as he grabbed my unbound ankles and shoved his cock into my quivering pussy. The sensation of my clenching walls alone made him come with me. I couldn't stop trembling inside and out. My pleasure was so intense that I forgot I wasn't technically supposed to move and I lifted my entire lower half hard into him. I felt his burning seed sliding down my thighs. We breathed into each other like renewed lovers.

"Thank you for letting me do this."

I smiled into him, I knew bring put in my place had been a long time coming.



A Long Time Coming



Gemma and I had known each other for years. We'd been colleagues together and even after our careers had taken us in different directions we'd kept in touch, sometimes more frequently than others. Whenever circumstances allowed, we'd meet up for a drink and a chat on a number of occasions.

There had always been a certain 'something' between us but our friendship had always been strictly platonic on account of the fact that she had a boyfriend and because I hadn't wanted to jeopardise her relationship or our friendship.

We met, this time, when I was on one of my business trips down south. As it turned out, she worked quite close to where my company's office was and so we agreed to meet up for a meal and a drink after work. The weather was absolutely rotten so we decided, since the hotel I was staying in was just around the corner, just to eat in the restaurant there.

The meal was good and over its course we caught up on all that had happened since we'd last seen each other about 18 months before. It was while we were chatting that I discovered that she and her boyfriend had split up about 6 months earlier. Since then, she'd had a couple of short term 'flings' but was currently single.

After we'd eaten, we made our way to the bar for a few more drinks and continued chatting. Our conversation was, as always, interlaced with innuendo and obvious flirting; we had always been like that; but somehow, despite its familiarity, I could sense a subtle change.

Somewhat to my surprise, it was Gemma who made the first move. I'd been aware of her leg occasionally brushing against mine as we'd talked but hadn't read anything more into it. When she did make her move, it was anything but subtle. After finishing her drink, she stood up, looked at me and said. "Well, are you going to call me a taxi or invite me up to your room?"

I was slightly taken aback but there was no way I was going to turn her down if that was what she wanted. I asked her if she was sure and she replied, "We've known each other for years and we've wasted so many chances because I was faithful to that prick of a boyfriend of mine. I don't have to consider him anymore so now I can do what I want. I assume that you want to too?"

Without any hesitation I agreed that I did and together we left the bar.

My room was on the second floor. As I reached to open the door I asked her again if she was sure about this. Gemma nodded and kissed me on the cheek. I put the key-card in the lock and the door opened. Once inside, her lips were on mine. We kissed with increasing passion as she pressed her body against mine. I still couldn't believe this was happening. I'd known Gemma since she was 16 when she had joined the firm we both then worked for as a temp. Now, almost ten years later, here she was, in my room, kissing me with an ever growing urgency, her smart business suit skirt was already on the floor around her ankles while her fingers struggled with the buttons of my shirt. I helped her out of her blouse as she undid my belt and pushed my trousers to the floor.

Seconds later we were on my bed, our bodies pressed firmly together as we kissed with increasing passion. Gemma's hand slipped inside my boxer shorts as her tongue swirled in my mouth. She sat up and removed her bra, then began tugging my shorts off. Smiling, she moved between my legs, took my cock and positioned it between her large breasts then, squeezing them together, she began to rub them up and down along my shaft, flicking her tongue over its head whenever it came into reach.

The unexpected nature of this encounter, coupled with the way Gemma expertly worked my cock soon brought me to the point where I was struggling to hold back. I realised, somewhat absently, that Gemma was no longer the shy, somewhat awkward (if incredibly sexy) teenager that I had known all those years before but was now a confident, sexual (and even more incredibly sexy) young woman who was currently sucking hungrily on my cock with carefree abandon.

As the pressure mounted, I warned her that she was either going to have to stop and let me cool down or carry on and gave me time to recover. She smiled, obviously deciding on the latter course, then wrapped her lips around my shaft again and took me deep into her mouth.

Gemma's mouth was warm and she worked her lips up and down along my shaft, sucking with obvious relish as she did. I groaned, feeling the pressure mount as she sucked hungrily on my cock with an expertise that suggested a level of experience I would never have expected.

I conveyed my appreciation with gasps of pleasure and a number of incoherent groans. My fingers tangled in her hair and I had to resist an ever increasing urge to ram my cock down Gemma's throat as her mouth brought me inexorably closer to my climax.

In virtually no time at all I was at the point of no return. I managed to gasp a warning that I was about to cum. Gemma paused, smiled, then, with a wink, took me into her mouth again and began to work my cock with her fingers.

My hips began to buck. "Oh fuck!! I'm cumming!!!" I cried as I erupted, firing jet after jet of cum into Gemma's hot and hungry mouth. With her lips still firmly wrapped around my pulsing shaft, I could feel her swallow as she took my load; her fingers skilfully milking my cock as my seed flooded into her mouth.

When my climax finally subsided, Gemma sucked the last drops from my straining cock then, licking her lips, she looked at me and smiled. "Somebody needed that," she said as she moved up beside me. She smiled then added, "and so did you by the looks of things." 

Still somewhat taken aback by Gemma's blatant display of raw sexuality and her flippant comment, I responded in kind. "That was fantastic," I said, "I'd never have guessed you'd be a swallower."

A slight frown crossed Gemma's brow but quickly faded as she realised I was teasing her. "Would you rather I spat it out?" she asked archly, "I can do that next time if you'd prefer."

I kissed her then gave her my assurance that swallowing was fine by me and that she shouldn't feel any pressure to spit just on my account. Gemma gave me a gentle dig in the ribs. "Cheeky sod!" she said with a smile and a mischievous wink. As I made a show of nursing my 'poor bruised ribs' Gemma kissed my cheek lightly then asked me if I was ready to give her some of the same.

I groaned theatrically as I rolled over and began to kiss her. My hands explored her body and she squirmed against my touch. "I never knew you were ticklish," I laughed as my fingers found a sensitive spot on her side.

"That could be because you've never had me naked beside you in bed before," Gemma replied with a grin. "You'd have found about that and my swallowing tendencies and possibly a whole pile of other things a lot sooner if you hadn't insisted on behaving so properly in the past," she added.

"Can you ever forgive me?" I teased, my finger tracing the curve of her breast.

"That depends on how well you do tonight," she replied with a mischievous glint in her eye.

I returned my attention to her body, kissing and caressing her skin. She moaned as I ran my tongue up her side then over her breast before lightly flicking her nipple. I took it into my mouth, sucking gently and flicking it with my tongue. I caressed her other breast with my hand, teasing the stiffening nipple with my fingertips.

"Oooooh, that's good," Gemma gasped as my mouth moved from one breast to the other, back and forth, over and over, coating their surface with a warm film of my saliva. She squirmed, squeezing her thighs tightly together as my mouth continued its exploration of her breasts.

As Gemma's moans became deeper, I began to work my way downwards, kissing her stomach, licking the sides of her abdomen, running my fingers up and down her sides and over her breasts. I felt her legs part I as moved closer to my goal. Slowly, deliberately, I positioned myself between them and began to kiss and lick the insides of her thighs.

Gemma's body responded as my tongue snaked its way towards her pussy. I felt her body tense as my tongue drew closer and closer to its target; her lower lips glistened with her juices. Soft moans of anticipation issued from her mouth as she waited to feel the touch of my tongue on pussy. Her moans were replaced by a gasp of frustration when, at the very last moment, I moved my head away and began to kiss down the inside of her thighs again.

Again and again, my mouth drew close and then retreated again. As I slowly teased her, her frustration became almost palpable. I reached up and began to caress and squeeze Gemma's breasts with my hands as I continued to tease her with my mouth.

Finally, unable to take any more of my teasing, Gemma reached down to grip my head. "For fuck sake, eat me! Don't tease me!" she moaned, as she pulled my head towards her, pushing her hips forward at the same time, trying desperately to press her pussy against my mouth. I laughed. "In a hurry are we? Have you got someone else waiting?"

"N ... noooooo," Gemma moaned, exasperation and frustration evident in her voice. "I ... I just want to feel your tongue on my pussy!" 

"Your wish is my command," I replied but, instead of responding to her urgings, I returned to my slow teasing, my mouth coming close to but never quite touching Gemma's pussy; my breath warm against her glistening, moist folds. 

Gemma's complaints became increasingly urgent as her frustration continued to mount. "Eat my fucking pussy!" she moaned as the suspense became unbearable. 

Suddenly, without any warning, I let my tongue graze her lower lips. "Ooooohhhhhhh!" Gemma sighed, "Ooohhhhhh, ooooohhhh yesssss!" 

Slipping my tongue between Gemma's moist folds, I lightly nuzzled her pussy. Her juices flowed out of her tunnel and I lapped them into my mouth. My tongue darted in and out of Gemma's pussy and she began to squirm, moaning and sighing with pleasure as the sensations in her pussy spread over her. After exploring every fold and crevice of her pussy, I moved my tongue to Gemma's clit, my hands rubbing and squeezing her breasts. 

"That's sooooo, good!" Gemma moaned, grinding her pussy against her my mouth. As my tongue teased her clit, I reached down and slid the tips of two fingers into her pussy. "Oooooh!" Gemma sighed, pushing back to let my fingers penetrate her more deeply. I twisted my fingers inside her, coating them with her juices. Suddenly, I pulled them out and my hand returned to her breast. "Oooooohhhhhh, mmmmmmm," Gemma moaned as I anointed her nipple with her juices. 

Repeating the process with the fingers of one hand, then the other, I coated Gemma's breasts with her juices as I feasted on her pussy. "Ohhhhh God!!! I love it when you do that," Gemma sighed as I rubbed her juices into the soft skin of her breasts, "It feels sooooo dirty!" As I dipped my tongue into her tunnel, flicking it rapidly in and out, Gemma reached down and began pulling my head towards her as she pushed her hips forward. 

Once again, I began to fuck her with my fingers. As I worked them in and out, the tip of my tongue flicked her throbbing clit and I felt her body begin to tense. Her breathing deepened and the walls of her cunt tightened around my probing fingers as her orgasm approached. 

"Oh fuck, yesssss! Oooohhh yesssss!! That's it! Don't stop!" Gemma cried, struggling to force the words out as her body began to shake. I reached up and tugged on her nipples as my tongue lashed her clit, causing Gemma to cry out as the pain increased her pleasure. "Ooooooooh, Oh God!" she cried, "I'm cummmmming!" Gemma's body thrashed. Writhing on the bed, thrusting her hips, she ground her pussy against my mouth, causing my tongue to press even more firmly against her clit. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oooooooooohhhhhhh!" she moaned as she surrendered to her climax. 

Slowly circling her clit with my tongue, I fed Gemma's climax, keeping her at boiling point as she came again and again. Gemma moaned and cried out, becoming louder and more vocal as I drove her on. 

Gemma's orgasm rose, fell and rose again, over and over as I continued to lick. Her body writhed in response to my touch as she rode the waves of her climax. She caught her breath in gasps and her moans softened to gentle whimpers as her orgasm robbed her of her energy.

When she could finally take no more, Gemma somehow found the strength to push my head away. "N ... no more," she sighed. I moved up beside her and gathered her in my arms. I could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body still shaking as her climax subsided. "Oh fuck," she sighed, "that was ... that was ... that was just amazing." She kissed me lightly on the cheek and then managed to surprise me yet again as she said, "Natalie certainly didn't exaggerate about how good you are with your tongue."

Natalie and Gemma had been friends since they had been at school and Natalie had also worked alongside Gemma and me. While my friendship with Gemma had, until this evening, always been platonic, Natalie and I had enjoyed a much more 'physical' friendship. We'd never been what you might call a couple but we'd also never passed up any chances for 'fun' that had come our way.

"You knew about Natalie and me?" I asked, trying and (I'll be honest) not entirely succeeding, to keep my surprise from showing in my voice.

"Of course I knew," Gemma replied with a wicked glint in her eye, "Nat and I never had any secrets from each other. She told me all about what you and her used to get up to; usually in pretty graphic detail too."

"Oh," I said, as I tried (and failed) to think of anything else to say.

"Don't worry," Gemma said as she gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder, "she was always VERY complimentary about your prowess and now I know why."

"Well, I guess that's something," I replied.

Gemma kissed me. "It certainly is," she agreed, "and," she continued, "for what it's worth, you're at least as good with your tongue, if not more so, than Natalie is."

Try as I might, I couldn't muster up a reply to that comment. Gemma laughed. "Poor you," she said, "You're definitely discovering a whole new side to me tonight, aren't you?"

"I guess I am," I replied. "Have you any more shocks lined up for me?"

Gemma pretended to think about it. After a moment she smiled and said, "Um, dunno really. Let's see how things pan out from here and if any of what happens surprises you, you can let me know."

I laughed. "Yeah, OK, I think I can go along with that."

"Good," Gemma said firmly. She kissed me again and this time the kiss quickly became passionate. After a few moments, Gemma broke away. She reached down to stroke my cock. "Do you think he's recovered yet?" she asked, "'Cos after what you've done to me with that tongue of yours, I'm really in the mood for a good, hard, satisfying fuck."

"Oh, I'm sure he could be persuaded," I drawled.

"I bet he could," Gemma retorted. She kissed me once then moved to position herself between my legs.

"Once more into the breach," I teased. 

Gemma stuck her tongue out at me. "Cheeky bugger!" she said before wrapping her lips around my shaft and I found myself, once again, in the unbelievable situation of having my cock inside Gemma's hot and hungry mouth.

Sucking hard, as her lips slid slowly up and down, Gemma's mouth quickly brought my cock fully back to life. As I indicated my approval of her attentions with groans and gasps of pleasure, I still found it hard to believe that it was all really happening. The skill with which she sucked my cock spoke of a sexual confidence that I still found hard to reconcile with my memories of the much younger Gemma I had known before. It had become abundantly clear that the Gemma I had known had grown into someone who was confident with her sexual identity and how she chose to express it and this made her, in my eyes, even sexier and more desirable than ever.

I was brought back to the present when my cock slipped from between Gemma's lips as a moan escaped from her mouth. "Ooooh fuck," she sighed softly as her body shook and I realised that she'd been fingering her clit as she'd sucked on my cock. She opened her eyes and gave me a dreamy smile. "Fuck me," she whispered, "I've waited years to feel your cock inside me, don't make me wait any longer."

I kissed her as we rolled into position with me above her. Gemma's legs parted and she reached between us, gripping my cock and working its head along her wet slit. Our kiss became even more intense, our tongues probed and explored each other's mouths. Gemma's body was still trembling from her recent orgasm as she used my cock to stimulate her clit. She came again. With a long, contented sigh, she guided me into her.

"Ohhhhh, God, Yessssss!!" Gemma sighed as I slid into her, "That feels, sooooo good!" I began to move, pulling back and slowly driving my cock into Gemma's pussy. "I can't believe we're finally doing this," she purred as she dug her fingers into the cheeks of my arse to force me in deeper.

Slowly but steadily, I increase the pace and force of my strokes. Gemma flexed her pussy around my cock, gripping me tightly inside her. "Harder!" she urged as her nails raked the skin of my back.

Responding to Gemma's urgings, I drove my cock into her with increasing force. Gemma moaned as I impaled her over and over, her hips rocking to meet every thrust of my cock on its deepest point.

We rolled over and Gemma began riding my cock with carefree abandon. Her tits bounced and jiggled above my face as she moved. Propping myself on the pillows, I took Gemma's tits in my hands and leaned forward to tease her nipples with her tongue. "Oh fuck, that's good," she hissed, the walls of her pussy gripping me even more tightly.

I began to lick and suck on Gemma's tits as she raised and lowered herself on to my cock. Suddenly, she was cumming again. I felt her warm juices run down my shaft and trickle over my balls.

Gemma sat back. She reached behind her and began to stroke and squeeze my balls with one hand. Her other hand pressed down firmly on my chest as she used it to lever herself up and down. 

Yet again, I found it hard to believe that what was happening was real. The reality of Gemma riding my cock, using it for her pleasure was almost impossible to take in and yet, there I was, lying on my back, playing with Gemma's large, firm breasts as she took my cock deep inside her and I was loving every second of it and not wanting the experience to come to an end. From the dreamily contented expression on Gemma's face and the enthusiastic noises she was making, it was clear that she was enjoying it every bit as much as I was.

At length, we rolled over again. Gemma pulled her legs back allowing me in deeper. "Fuck me," she moaned, "Fuck me hard!" My cock pounded her pussy as her fingernails dug into my skin. I could feel myself beginning to get close to the point of no return as I increased the pace and force of my thrusts. Gemma moaned encouragement as I pounded her pussy. "I ... I can't hold on m ... much longer," I groaned from behind clenched teeth.

"Cum in me!" Gemma demanded, "I want to feel your cum inside me. Fill me with your cum!"

I could feel the pressure mounting inside me as my climax approached. Gemma urged me on, her body moving with mine. My breathing grew hoarse and ragged. My hips moved of their own volition as I began to lose control. "Oh God! Oh God! Ge ... Gemma ... I ... I'm going to cum!" I cried.

"Cum for me," Gemma sighed.

Suddenly, my body went tense and, with one final mighty thrust, my cock erupted and I began shooting my load deep into Gemma's pussy.

"Oooooohhhhhhh!!!!!" she sighed as my cum filled her, holding me tight to her as my hips thrust involuntarily and my cock jerked and twitched inside her.

"Oh, oh, Gemma!" I moaned, as I collapsed, spent on top of her. Gemma held me close, stroking my hair, her pussy holding my cock as tightly as her arms held my body.




A Long Time Coming



We lay together, still joined, for what seemed like an age as I slowly regained control of my body. Finally, I withdrew and rolled away. Gemma smiled at me, kissed my cheek, then moved down and began to clean my cock with her mouth, sucking the last drops of cum from its end as it began to flag.

Finally, she moved back up to lie beside me. I took her in my arms and kissed her. "Thank you," she said softly, "that was everything I hoped it would be and more."

"The pleasure," I said, "was all mine."

"Not all yours," Gemma teased, "there was plenty of mine in there too."

Gemma didn't go home that evening and, in the morning, we made love again. This time it was slow and tender yet, somehow, the sensations were even more intense as a result. Since then, we've met up on a number of occasions and the sex has, if possible, got even better. Gemma keeps promising, or maybe threatening, to invite Natalie along to one of our get-togethers which, if it ever happens, promises to be a whole lot of fun and, hopefully, something else to write about,



A Long Time Coming



"Are you sure you want to do this?"

I nod. Saying the word "yes" seems impossible at this moment. Not because I don't want to; I do want to. But because I am in danger of losing control of even the most basic functions, like forming words. I add a tiny smile to my nod and look into your eyes.

"Then let me hear you say it." You use that tone of voice that you know gets my attention. "I need to hear you say so," you tell me.

"You know how much I want to." I pick up your hand and hold it between mine. When I look down at our hands pressing together my wedding band glimmers. I wonder whether I should take it off.

"But?"

"But nothing. We're doing this." I make sure you hear the resolve in my voice. I've waited too long for this—my whole life, maybe—to let this opportunity go by.

You smile. A warm, radiant smile that seems to heat the room on this blustery November day. I'm aware of everything now: the laugh lines around your mouth, the barely visible wisps of gray hair springing from your temples, the wheezing noise the small heater makes, the faded bedspread, the bland hotel artwork.

"Then stand up."

I do what you tell me to. I think you know that I will. Deep inside, I know that I would do anything you demanded of me. I want to tell you this but I'm not sure how. I'm hoping that you'll just know.

I feel your eyes on me as you look at me. Your stare is frank, and, I think, approving.

"I have something for you." You motion with your eyes to the floor near the armchair I vacated. I can see the handles of a small shopping bag tied with ribbon. A girly laugh bubbles up from somewhere inside. A combination of nerves and delight.

"Can I?"

"Go on," you smile. I slip a hand inside the bag and feel a soft, filmy material. I pull out a white satin camisole. The bodice is sheer and embroidered with lace and has delicate silk covered buttons.

I hold it up to the light. The fabric is translucent and appears to glow.

"I'll go try it on," I say. Before I take even one step to the bathroom, you stop me. "In front of me, please." The way your eyes smolder tells me how much you want to see this.

I square my shoulders to you. You cross your legs and look at me expectantly. I begin by pulling off my sweatshirt. Your eyes are kind as you look at me. My heart pounds inside my chest. I can feel my nipples harden and wonder if you can see them press against the fabric of my bra. I dare not remove my eyes from yours.

I unbutton my jeans and then unzip them. I wriggle them over my hips and push them down. I try as gracefully as I can to step out of them. I'm aware that my socks are on and feel silly. When I've kicked off my jeans and pulled off my socks I stand in front of you with my hands on my hips. This is more of me than you've ever seen.

I slip the straps of my bra off of my shoulders and then reach behind to unclasp it. Without a word I let it fall to the floor. My arousal is now apparent to you. I hook my thumbs under the waistband of my panties and tug them down. I hold eye contact as I bend down to slip them off. I consider how I had agonized over which pair I would wear for you. But now I drop them to the floor along with the rest of my discarded clothes.

I stand before you naked and unashamed.

"God, you're beautiful," you tell me, and I almost melt. I want now to go to you, sit in your lap, and feel my lips upon yours for the first time.

"Thank you," I breathe. I pick up the camisole and slip it over my head. It is short and only partially covers my thighs. I can feel the satin whisper against the curve where my ass meets my legs. I button it and let you appraise me in the outfit you chose for me.

Your smile turns into something else as you look at me. Not lust, not sadness, but some kind of emotion in between. I know what it is because I feel it, too. I'm nearly overwhelmed that we're about to make love. You hold out your hand and I take it as you rise to meet me.

"Just look at you," you say. "Here." You guide me to the mirror so I can see myself.

The satin hugs my curves. My nipples are clearly visible through the sheer bodice. I lean back into you as we look at our reflections. Your arms circle me from behind and pull me into you. Again, I am aware of every sensation: the warmth burning between my thighs; the soft swell of your breasts against my back; the tickle of your breath on my neck.

I twist in your arms so I can face you. We hold each other, forehead to forehead, our hands gripping each other's forearms. I want to squeeze you so tightly. The tips of our noses touch. Then our lips brush. We open our mouths and kiss. How long I have waited to do this! The feeling is everything I expected and nothing I expected. You are impossibly soft. There is no stubble to scratch me, just your delicate skin. You cup my face in your hands as you kiss me. I circle your waist with my arms.

There is nothing the least bit unnatural about kissing you. I allow your tongue to enter my mouth and find mine. I suck on your lips. I don't know how long this goes on before you take one of my hands in yours and lead me to the bed.

I slide back and rest against the pillows piled at the head. You are pulling at your clothing even as you crawl towards me. I help you remove your blouse and bra, reveling in the sensation of your skin.

"I want you," I murmur to you repeatedly as we undress you.

"You'll have me, baby," you reply, and I fall even further into this passion I'm feeling.

Soon, you're naked. I reach out and for the first time feel another woman's breasts in a sexual way. Yours are full and heavy and I cup them with my hands. I lower my mouth to a nipple and suck on it. You moan softly. I can do this for hours, I think, as I kiss and suckle your breasts. While I do this for you, you stroke my hair and talk to me.

"I've wanted you for so long," you say. My only answer is to squeeze your breast as I suck on its protruding nipple.

At some point your hands guide my head away from you and you press me gently back onto the bed. I open my legs so you can kneel between them. You lay on top of me now, your naked body covering me. We kiss and you play with a strap on the camisole you chose for me. You cup my breasts through the film and run the flat of your hand across my tummy. This gives me chills I can feel all the way up my spine. I also feel it between my legs. I'm aware that I'm quite wet there.

Your hand moves lower, to my thighs, and then you lift up the hem of the camisole. You slide down so you have your head between my legs. I am open and exposed for you. I know what you want and I want so badly to give it to you...or for you to take it. I pull the bottom of the camisole above my hips.

When you put your mouth on me I gasp. And then groan. I twist the bedspread in my hands as you use your tongue on me. I call out your name. You are too busy with your mouth to answer. Your tongue, gentle but insistent, slips inside my folds. I arch my back to meet your mouth and squeal as you lick me.

Soon you find my clit. I explode with the increased sensation. I don't care who hears me. I scream for you. Jesus, how you're making me feel. You are using your mouth to set my pussy on fire. I want so badly to erupt into orgasm. "Please," I start saying.

When you don't answer, I repeat myself. "Please." My voice is shaking.

Briefly, you stop. You look up at me from between my legs. I can see your lips and cheeks are shiny from my wetness. Your eyes give me the assent I was seeking. When you once again touch your mouth to my pussy I let myself ride with the sensation until it peaks. My cries grow louder and louder. 

And then, blissfully, I come. I have to push you away from me because I am too sensitive to touch. When you try to continue licking me I start to giggle.

"That...felt...so...good," I say. I'm panting like I've just finished a run.

Before I can say anything else you have brought yourself even with me. I look into your eyes. I want to tell you that I love you. I don't want to ruin this by frightening you. Instead I kiss you. I can taste myself on your lips and tongue. I love it. I feel the intensity as you kiss me back and I want you more than I ever have.

"Let me please you," I say between kisses. "I want to do that for you."

You kiss me after I say this, the most tender kiss yet. Now you help me remove the camisole. It had been pushed up to my midsection and bunched beneath my breasts. You climb on top of me and straddle my stomach. I can feel the wetness of your pussy on my skin. Slowly you move forward until you are kneeling astride my face. You lift my head and place a pillow under it and move my bangs off of my forehead.

Now I tilt my face to you and press my lips between your thighs. I do not hesitate at all. I open my mouth and lick your slit from the bottom to the top. You steady yourself by placing the palms of your hands against the wall.

We stay like this for many minutes. I lick your pussy, tasting you, probing you with my tongue. I can feel you gently rocking back and forth on top of me. I pull you into my face by grabbing your ass. I squeeze your ass and knead its softness with your hands as my tongue does its work.

You frighten me when you drop a hand to my head and grab my hair, but this turns me on. I suck on your clit and you tighten your grip. I love the sounds you make, especially when you use my name, and even more when you use coarse language to tell me what to do.

"That's it!" you moan. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

And, with my lips and tongue, that's exactly what I do. I steadily lick you until I feel your thighs tense against my face. With a final, "Yessss!" you buck against my mouth and then I know you have climaxed. You're holding me now. I feel safe and loved. I feel warm and cared for. I feel alive.



A Long Time Coming



I was sitting on the couch, it was late and the kids were all in bed sleeping, I was remembering how things use to be with us and I realized they had changed drastically. Never really knowing what had happened to make them I sat there sad. Missing the sound of your voice when you told me you loved me or the way you would laugh when I said something funny. I wish things could go back to "normal" with us but I wonder if the reason things had changed was because we were living through a long distance relationship. 

My friends would tell me all the time LDR's never work out yada yada. I guess maybe they were right? Who knows I thought to myself, all I knew was that I missed you and I was very tired of being lonely. I was looking at the phone thinking about calling you but then I gave up the idea because the few times I have tried you didn't answer because you were either sleeping or out. I know you said your hours changed at work and it sucks because my hours are way different then yours now so we never get to even see each other online like we use to.

I must have fallen asleep on the couch because before I knew it the kids were waking me up wanting breakfast. I slowly got my lazy butt up off the couch and went into the kitchen, While making the boys breakfast I thought, "Man, we need a vacation." It was coming up on spring break and how great it would be to just get out of here for weeks. I laughed at the idea at just packing up some cloths and going. 

I decided to check my email later on in the day and noticed you were online. I messaged you and we started chatting, it was pitiful, it was like we were strangers, I felt such an ache in my heart and believe it or not in another area of my body. I wondered to myself if you still felt the same way about me as I did about you. I was so afraid to just ask so I let it go. You told me you had to get to bed because you worked long hours again last night so we said our usual goodbyes.

I heard the kids in the background fighting over the Xbox so I decided right then we all needed a change of pace before we kill each other. I started looking online at different luxury vacation spots and decided something else. I had a moment of clarity and decided we were going to go see you.

It was something I should have done along time ago instead of waiting and waiting for the right minute, with our busy lives there was never going to be a right minute.

I bit the bullet and made some calls and some plans. I would not get to your house for about 2 days maybe 3 depending on driving with the kids. I called to the boys and told them to pack some cloths, both winter and spring because I had no idea what the weather was going to be like when we got there.

Feeling overwhelmed all of a sudden I almost changed my mind but the thought of you touching me finally gave me strength. I was hoping to God once I got there you were happy to see me, After all I didn't even know if you might have a girlfriend. I thought back and don't ever remember you even mentioning one so I was going on the idea of you being single like me waiting.

As I was packing up the rest of thing cloths and such I got really excited about seeing you for the first time. I know things wouldn't be like we always talked about because I had the kids with me, but I was hoping after they would go to sleep you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off me. 

I loaded up the car, strapped the kids in and off we went on our journey to meet you.

Right away it started raining and I loathed driving in the rain I had all to do but to say screw it and turn around but I was determined, we kept driving for hours. The kids eventually all fell asleep in the back of the car. We were somewhere in Virginia now and I noticed we had made excellent time once the rain cleared. I had to stop for gas soon and get some snacks and stuff for the kids and I figured I would call you to see what you had planned for the following 2 days., I figured at the rate we were traveling we might be there he day after tomorrow. Probably early morning,

I got off the next exit and pulled in, I parked the car and got the phone out and I dialed your number. I got really nervous all of a sudden and wondered if you would be able to tell if I did get to talk to you. The phone rang twice and I was starting to think you were sleeping or not at home.

You finally answered... I said," hello." You answered me back and we started talking. I had asked you what you were doing and what was your plans for the weekend and you told me you had to work so you would be home sleeping.

Ha, I thought that was perfect, we would be getting to your house probably just as you were getting home from work. This was getting to be a better idea every minute. I had asked about the weather and you said it was finally getting nice outside which made me sigh a sigh of relief.

We hung up a few minutes and I woke the kids up to go stretch their legs and stuff. We got snacks and gas and headed on our way. I was determined to get to your house as fast as I possibly could, so we drove until the wee hours of the morning when I just couldn't drive anymore. We pulled into some hotel and I got a room big enough for us all with a Jacuzzi tub in the bathroom.

The kids all had baths something to eat and fell fast sleep. I decided I was going to relax in a nice hot bubble bath so I got it all ready and climbed in. I brought the cell with me so I could call my mom and let her know I was okay, before I dialed the cell rang. It startled me because my cell never rang. I kept it for emergencies only basically. Looking to see who was calling, I could not tell it came up private. I could not imagine who it was so I answered.

"Hello?" I asked. Then I heard hello back. It was your voice. I was in shock to say the least. It had been months since you called me. You started talking right away. I was listening to you explain how you had a feeling something was wrong with me and you called the house but no one answered and I was pretty much always home or one of the kids were to answer the phone. I laughed to myself when you asked where I was. I didn't know what to tell you so I just said I am some where in PA. You said PA? I said yes Pennsylvania. You said what the fuck you are doing there. I explained that I was taking the kids on vacation for spring break. You asked where I was headed and I said well... That's the thing. I was hesitant to tell you so I didn't. I got worried you would be pissed or maybe upset so I avoided it. You stopped talking for a second and asked what that noise was. I laughed and said oh I am in the Jacuzzi bathtub relaxing after the long drive we had done already. I heard your voice get raspy and far away as if you drifted to some other place. I asked if you were okay and you said fine. While I was listening to you I let the water run down my chest and it was hot so I took a deep breath and I heard you moan out. Like you were in pain. I asked you what was wrong and you barely whispered... It has been so long.

Hearing you say that made me quiver and ache all over. I started getting flushed and I was hoping to hell you would continue this because you right it has been way to long.

You asked me what I was doing again and I said sitting here soaking and thinking about you and everything that has changed. You got pretty quiet after I said that and then you whispered you were sorry.

I told you it hurt me and I missed you and that I still hoped and dreamed we would be together and you just breathed in. You always had a problem with letting your feelings and emotions show so I just took that with a grain of salt. I started listening to your breathing and I was getting excited I could not help it. You always could turn me on just with a breath, I started rubbing my hands up and down my chest and I knew I was getting wet under the hot bathwater.

My breathing was changing and you could tell and you asked me if I was getting hot, I laughed and said you always been when I was being bad. You just made a laugh sound and I wondered if you were getting turned on as well.

I was going to ask but I chose not to incase I ruined the mood at hand. I let my fingers run all over my body and my legs lifted like they were being pulled by a string and the spread open. Before I knew it my fingers were tracing over my pussy. I was gasping now and you knew what I was doing.

I could hear your breathing get sporadic and I moaned out little and you followed in suit with one of your own. You whispered god, it has been way to long and that pretty much sent me over the edge right there. I moved my hand and pushed my fingers deep inside my pussy. I was not waiting any longer... I couldn't. I started to drive my fingers into my pussy hard and fast and I could feel an orgasm building. You stopped breathing almost to hear what I was doing.

In a breathy voice you asked me what I was doing and I replied with some moans of awe because it felt so good. My fingers 2 of them were planted deep inside my now soaked from the inside out pussy and I was holding the phone up to my ear with my shoulder. I had my legs spread and propped up on the side of the tub and as soon as I heard you moan out again I completely lost the little control I had.

I wanted you so bad I could taste it and it was making me go crazy, my fingers were not doing the trick anymore I needed to feel your dick slammed inside of me. I looked outside of the tub and remembered I had my bag in the bathroom with out you knowing I moved over and took my fingers out of my pussy and reached for my toy in my bag, I took it out and in no time I had it slammed into me and I was fucking myself with it. I was trying to be quiet so as not to let you know I had gotten it but I wanted you to know I was doing something.

I whispered to you and asked what you were doing and instead of you answering me you moaned out which let me know exactly what you were doing; you had your hands around the cock I wanted so badly. I listened with patience and waited until you were getting close and I let go with everything I had. I started slamming the toy inside my pussy till it ached. I was splashing the tub water around me and I was getting ready to explode.

I called out your name as I was using my toy and I heard you get louder which is something you normally didn't do and when I heard that I had all to do but scream out loud. I swear I could feel you. I must have lost time because I closed my eyes and you were in the tub with me slamming your rock hard dick into my pussy and I was cumming all over it. I was soaking the tub, I opened my eyes and blinked and realized my hands were soaked from more then just the hot tub water. They were sticky sweet.

You were breathing heavily and told me to taste myself so I did; I brought the toy up to my mouth and started sucking on the head of it just as if it were your dick. How I wished it was. I loved the taste of myself and could not wait till I could suck my juices off your dick.

After awhile we started to calm down and talk rationally again and you ask again where I am going and I just say I don't know and we leave it at that. I am not going to tell you now because I am really worried of what you might say. You tell me I should get some sleep and I figure you are right because I know I still have a very long drive ahead of me tomorrow. I get out of the tub with you still on the phone and I dry off, I throw some shorts and a t-shirt and head to the bed. You tell me good night and I swear I heard you whisper, "I love you."

You hung-up with out giving me a chance to say anything. Laying there with a confused feeling I drifted off to sleep.

What seemed like minutes flew into hours and before I knew it the kids were jumping on my bed to wake up. I woke up with the same confused feeling I went to bed with. I got up anyway and started the day off with packing up our things and heading out for breakfast.

We were sitting in a McDonalds when my phone rang again, with out even looking to see who it was I answered. I was shocked as hell to hear your voice so soon. You wished me good morning and said you were going to go shopping to buy parts to finally fix your shower. That made me laugh because we use to joke about how I would end up coming to fix it for you so I could take a hot steamy shower for more then 5 minutes.

You said you had to go and I agreed that I should get back out on the road because I had along drive, you asked one more time where I was headed like you might have known in the back of your head but I said I was not sure, just that I was taking the kids some place fun. You laughed and said your goodbyes and hung up.

That phone call left me feeling happy for some reason, I am not sure why. My mind started to drift into my dreams as it always did and I thought about having you lift me up against the wall and fucking me hard the first time we met. My thoughts were interrupted by the kids telling me to hurry up.

We kept on driving now and I decided we would drive straight there unless one of the kids had to have a bathroom break. All the way to your house I had a feeling of nervousness and excitement all at the same time.

I was thinking of what would happen if anything at all between us and would you be happy I was there.

Before I knew it, we were pulling up to your driveway, it was around 5am and your house was locked up tight. The kids were all sleeping in the backseats and I was hoping things would go well when I finally got up to your door.

I let the kids sleep a little while as I got the nerve to knock on your door. I looked quick in the rear view mirror and realized I looked like hell. My hair was all over the place and I was looking kind of ragged. I shrugged it off and opened the car door.

I walked up to your front door and knocked once, nothing. I knocked again and still nothing. Then I remembered you said you slept pretty hard and usually didn't wake up for anything which made me giggle a little remembering me telling you how I would wake you up one day. Looks like I might get that chance after all.

Wondering for a second what I would do because you were not answering and I was very tired and didn't feel like driving anymore till you woke up. I stood there for a minute and decided to check the door to see if it was locked, of course it was, and then I remembered you telling me one of side windows didn't lock and you needed to fix it. I was hoping it was still broke.

I went to check the side windows and found the one that didn't lock. I was happy about that. I took out the screen and lifted up the window hoping none of your neighbors decided to call the cops, that would surely wake you up and not in the way I had planned.

I jumped up and climbed through thinking to myself I am getting to old for this shit, I got in your house found my way to the front door and unlocked it and walked back out. I would close the window after. I got the kids up and in and laid them down on their blankets on the floor in what seemed to be the living room, I brought in some bags and locked up the car until later when we could unload the rest.

I walked back over the window and closed it. I would fix the screen later too.

The house was quiet and pretty dark there was little light. So it was hard to see where I was going. The only light was coming from the computer screen in one room and some light from the outside that was getting in through the windows. I saw your cat watching me move around and he came over to see who I was. I squatted down to pet him and he rubbed up against my leg, I guess I passed his test. He moved into the living room and walked around the kids sleeping on the floor.

Making my way into the back of the house looking for you I tried to be as quiet as possible so I didn't wake you. I bumped my leg on your end table and had all to do but to say ouch out loud. I moved around some more and finally found what I was looking for, you laying in bed dead asleep.

I got very excited and nervous, could I really go through with this I thought to myself.

I walked in closer to your bed and watched you sleep for awhile, you looked so peaceful. You started moving and I was hoping you didn't feel me staring at you in your sleep. You turned over on your back and put your arms above your head and the blanket moved down past your waist.

I had the most perfect view of your chest and part of your thighs. I saw your nipple rings and I started to feel myself getting hot. I was getting super turned on by watching you like this.

I kicked off my shoes and I walked closer to the bed, I slid my shorts off and just left on my panties and I slid my bra off through my shirt so all that I had on was my panties and shirt. My tits were swelling up and my nipples were already hard, maybe from being turned on and nervous. I got to the edge of the bed and leaned down and when I did this you made a moaning noise and I backed away waiting to see what you did. Which was nothing, you didn't move so I had to lean down again.

I was kneeling at the foot of your bed and I slowly pulled the blankets down from your body some more and I stopped pulling them when I saw your cock come uncovered, I had seen it so many times before but only in pictures and on camera when you let me have small glimpses. I was in awe, you looked so sexy laying there naked and sleeping. As the air hit your dick you became semi hard and I got wet watching it grow. I wanted to feel you and I was not going to stop now until I did just that.

I leaned down from my kneeling position and I started to blow over your dick watching it grow harder as my breath traveled around you. I waited until you were fully erect before I did anything else and it did not take long with my breathing on it. You became fully erect and I leaned down just a little more with out touching any part of you so as to not wake you up.

Once I was positioned right I opened my mouth and took your head in sucking hard. I figured you might wake up with me doing this so I was nervous, you never woke though you just moaned out which drove me wild. I kept on sucking your head and I felt it swell in my mouth which made me want to do more. I licked little circles around it and then I finally slid my mouth all the way down your shaft. You were so thick I could hardly open my mouth to fit you all in.

I could taste your precum now and I loved it, my fantasies were coming true. I started to move my mouth up and down faster and I felt myself starting to soak my panties just from me sucking your cock. I slowly wrapped my hand around your shaft and I was stroking you as my mouth moved up and down.

I looked up as I was still working on your dick to see if you had woken up and you didn't or so I thought anyway. I watched your face for a few minutes and I could see you were enjoying my mouth wrapped around your dick while you slept, you were moaning out and I could swear you were grinding up into my mouth to get your dick in deeper. 

When I felt that I started to slam my mouth down around you hard and I was sucking as hard as I could and I then felt your hands grab the back of my head and push my head down hard, your dick went all the way into the back of my throat. You grabbed my hair and lifted my head up and I looked and saw you were awake now. You didn't say anything to me you just had a look on your face that sent an electric shock right down to my pussy and it ached.

Watching me you raised your hips up and pushed my head down and I automatically opened my mouth so your cock slid right in. Once my mouth was on your head you slammed your dick down my throat hard and I could hear your breathing change. I reached down and grabbed your balls and squeezed them. You were still holding my hair and started to fuck my mouth hard. I was planting my mouth down at the base of your cock with each thrust you made. All of a sudden you stopped moving and pulled my head off your cock.




A Long Time Coming



I looked at you puzzled and I could see in your eyes you were about to go nuts. I had a feeling of nervousness again but I was so wet and excited still. You took your hands off my head and hair and started to sit up. You grabbed me and lifted me into your lap. You grabbed my ass lifted me up more and slid me down onto your cock. You didn't give me any time to situate myself, but you moved so your dick went right into my pussy hard and fast. The shock of your thickness was too much and I cried out. You were buried deep inside my pussy and my lips and walls were stretched so much to fit your cock it hurt. I was trying to work it so I could fit you in comfortable but you were too big and to excited.

You saw that I was in some pain from your size so you slowed down and started to ease up some. You grabbed my hips and eased me up slowly and leaned up to me. You looked at me and you started to kiss down my chest as you slowly slid your dick into me deep. Once I got use to your size I grinded into you and slid my tongue deep into your mouth. You were starting to move faster and you let go of mouth and leaned back up. You were looking at my eyes and I smiled.

You pushed my legs up over my shoulders and lifted my ass up some and you started to slam your cock into my tight pussy hard. I was biting down on my lower lip so as not to scream out. I didn't want to wake the kids. I was moaning and writhing on the bed and soaking you with my juices. I reached down and started rubbing my clit as I was getting lost in the rhythm you had created for us. You had your eyes closed and I could see your facial expressions each time my pussy would clench down on your cock.

I was completely lost in you and what you were doing to me my orgasm came over me unexpectedly I felt this heat I had never felt before move up from deep with in my pussy and it spread through out my body quickly. I felt my clit get harder under my fingers and I was rubbing it and I felt my juices start to flow around your cock. I swear I felt your cock get bigger if that was even possibly. You felt what was happening to because you opened your eyes, leaned down and started to lick and suck my nipple making my orgasm more intense.

I could not control it now. I just let go. You leaned up again all the way and watched as your cock slid through my swollen pussy lips and you I felt the sticky liquid start to run down my ass. You were fucking my pussy so hard now you were slamming deep to the point I was feeling pain again. I was biting my tongue so I didn't scream and you leaned down and told me to let it all out.

Hearing your voice whisper that out in the raspy breathy way you did sent me over the edge. I felt my pussy tighten up, my body starts to shake and that was the last thing I remember. 

A few minutes later you were lying in top of me with your cock still engulfed by my soaked pussy, your breathing was rapid and you were holding me tight. I moved and you looked at me and smiled. At the sight of your smile I started to grind down on you again and you moved up into me more. You asked if I was okay and I nodded. I was kind of embarrassed because I completely lost control. That has never happened before and I didn't know how to handle it right then.

You must have known and you kissed my lips softly and slowly worked your cock inside me again filling me with such emotion and feelings. I felt another orgasm coming on again and this time you slowed down and pulled your dick out.

I looked up and you smiled the next thing I knew was that my legs were over your shoulders spread open wide and your face was buried between my legs. You were biting my clit and I was shaking again. My pussy was dripping non-stop now and I was getting ready to explode. You wanted it because you slid one finger into my pussy and started darting around my g-spot massaging it.

I felt your tongue ring on my clit and I was not going to hold back this time. I wanted to give you want. I felt your ring around my lips, and when you were darting your tongue into my pussy I grabbed my own clit, raised my hips up and forced your tongue in deeper. I pinched and pulled my clit and my walls squeezed your tongue. I started to explode, I was moaning and writhing on your bed and I didn't want it to stop. You moved your mouth to my clit and slammed two fingers into my pussy and started to fuck me that way. That was all it took.

I felt my juices start to dribble out and you kept working my clit and pussy, hitting that soft spot deep inside me and then I felt my juices start to increase and flow faster. Pretty soon I was squirting in your mouth and you were slurping and sucking as fast as you can.

I felt my orgasm start to subside and I could feel my sticky juices down my legs and ass. I was still shaking and wiggling and when I was calming down you started to bite and suck my clit bringing me right back to moaning and screaming. You kept at it, fucking me with your long fingers and letting your ring massage my clit.

I was calming down again and this time I was going to make you feel the way I felt, before you could bring me back to orgasm I pushed you off me and you fought to keep your face buried between my legs, I pushed you up and moved down the edge of bed, you were standing there hard as a rock and wet as can be. I licked my lips and looked up at you.

I grabbed you by your hips and pulled you close to me. I was teasing you by running my hands up and down your thighs and started to gently blow around your cock. I was watching your precum slowly drip out and I was getting wet and wigglely, I was watching your face as I my mouth was getting closer and closer to your head. 

I could hear your breathing speed up and you were getting ready to grab my head but I took your hands instead. I was holding them as I lashed my tongue over your head quickly. I could see you were getting impatient and I loved it.

I licked down your shaft with just the tip of my tongue and you were trying to put your dick in my mouth and I would not let you.

I licked on the underside of your cock now bending my head under it. I could feel your precum dripping and I licked it off your head. You made a moaning sound and started to rock back and forth. I licked down your shaft once more and this time instead of taking of my mouth off your dick completely, I grabbed your balls with my mouth and started sucking. I was rolling your balls in mouth and licking all over them.

I looked up at you as I was sucking hard on your balls and I saw your head tilted back and you moaning and sighing.

I grabbed your cock with my left hand and started to stroke it slowly, moving my mouth off your balls I licked up your shaft slowly in the path my hand was moving and once I reached your head I moved my hand. I opened my mouth as wide as I could because of your thickness and I slammed it down on your entire cock, slamming you into the back of my throat.

You felt the warmth of my mouth and you looked down and watched me close my mouth and suck as hard as I can. I was letting my tongue massage your cock while you were forced down my throat. I started to ease up and let my mouth relax on your dick and I was moving off your cock now. My tongue still massaging as my mouth was reaching your head.

As my mouth got to your head I started to suck and you grabbed my hair this time. I didn't protest either. I felt you pull it and I nibbled on the tip of your head harder, pushing down in the center with my tongue. I grabbed your balls and started massaging them as my tongue was working on your head. I could feel your precum dripping on my tongue and I felt your body start to shake.

You let go of my hair and placed your hands on each side of my head and I knew what you were going to do. I opened my mouth and relaxed my throat and you knew I was ready. You slammed your cock so far down my throat I gagged at first; your thickness was almost too much for my mouth now. You were fully erect and harder then you were before when you had your cock buried in my pussy.

You were holding my head in place and you took control of my mouth, you were fucking it hard, slamming your dick in the back of my throat and pulling all the way out. Everytime your dick came near my lips I was suck on your head. There was so much precum now it was running down my chin and onto my tits and nipples.

I looked up at you again, grabbed your balls with one hand and grabbed your cock with my other hand. As you slammed into my throat I stroked you fast with the same rhythm you were moving to. I was watching your face and eyes, I could hear you moaning louder and I knew you were getting close.

You mumbled out something but I could not make it out and I clenched my mouth down and started sucking hard on your cock, pulling it into my mouth. I wanted to cum and I wanted to take it all in my mouth. I wanted to you lose control for once in your life. I was not going to let you hold it in. I started to squeeze your dick tighter and I had your balls moving in circles. You were pulling my hair again and I let go of your balls and reached up and tugged on one of your nipple rings. You slammed your dick in my mouth again and pulled it out quick. I could feel it building in your shaft. I opened my mouth wide and you started stroking your dick on my tongue.

Your body was shaking and you were moaning out. You were moving your hand over your shaft fast and I leaned into you took your head in my mouth again and sucked down. I felt it, the first drop of warm sticky cum on my tongue. I swallowed it and slammed down pushing your hand out of the way. I was fucking your dick with my mouth again milking it into my mouth, my mouth went tight around you and I could feel your body shaking harder, your knees buckled and you moaned out. 

I looked up and you were out of it. Your cock was slammed into my mouth and I was sucking hard still. You moved away from me and fell down on top of me holding me.

I licked my lips because I could still taste you on them. You closed your eyes and held me close. I kissed your fore head and you blinked.

You sat up and looked around, you looked at me and blinked again and then you said it was not a dream you are really here. I laughed hard and pulled you close to me. I bit your nipple and you said OW, We laughed and threw a sheet over us because we heard the kids stirring in the other room.

You kissed me on the cheek and got put some cloths on, you looked back to me and winked. I got up walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I was swollen and flushed. I smiled and though I could not wait till tonight...

By Suzy 04-06-2005



A Long Time Coming



*a dimly lit hotel room, generic but clean 

It's cold outside so I'm wearing a button down pink oxford with a cream, low-cut sweater over it. I'm unbuttoned to reveal the tops of my breasts. A soft cashmere pink scarf and my favorite worn out, ripped up jeans with simple black boots. My long, dark auburn hair is loose and flowing in waves over my shoulders. I'm nervous as the door opens because I know what's going to happen tonight. I'm surprised at my own reaction as I see him for the first time in weeks. His jeans-and-t-shirt style and clean cut good looks make him appear much younger than his forty years. His smile is amazing as his eyes do a quick sweep of my body. He must be enjoying the view because he doesn't speak for a moment.

"Soooo, can I come in?" I asked with a sidewise smile and an arched eyebrow.

"Definitely..." he says, letting me walk past him as he holds the door. I can feel the heat of his gaze on my back. I hear the door click shut. I turn to face him as he comes towards me.

"You look different," he says.

"A good thing?" I respond, knowing the answer. He's only ever seen me in work clothes, not exactly at my hottest while bartending. I knew that if I had gotten his attention looking like that then he'd be blown away by the "real me".

"Definitely," he repeats with an exhale that brings a new element of intensity to his eyes. 

We've never even touched, not so much as a handshake and there's this tangible expectation in the room, we're both wondering how it's going to start. There's so many things I want to ask him, i have this intense desire to "figure him out". But at the same time I just want to put my mouth on him, feel his hands on me. I decide that I can do both.

"Here's what's going to happen," I say, "you're going to sit and I'm going to ask you some questions. And to make this a little more enjoyable for both of us, I'm going to be exploring your body at the same time. You do not get to ask me anything and you do not get to touch me."

He's taken aback by my assertiveness, after all, he is almost old enough to be my father. I'm sure he thought he'd be running the show tonight. But we've been nothing if not open with each other up to this point and I know he's turned on by the element of control. Without speaking he goes to the edge of the bed and sits with his hands clasped loosely in his lap, watching me expectantly with a half-smile on his perfect lips. It's going to be difficult to draw this out, I'm so fiercely attracted to him I can feel my blood rushing hotly through my veins and my mouth is literally watering at the thought of tasting him.

"There's just one thing I need to take care of first," I say, almost to myself, as I lean down, placing my palms flat on each of his thighs, bringing my face to his, our lips millimeters apart. I can feel his body tensing towards me but he doesn't actually make a move. "Good boy..." I reward him by oh so briefly taking his bottom lip between mine and sucking gently, even this momentary contact sending a current of electricity along my spine.

Slipping out of my boots, I slide onto the bed behind him, resting on my knees so that my head is slightly above his. I catch my first whiff of his smell, subtle scents of soap and a woodsy note. I take a moment to appreciate one of my favorite parts of a man, the back of his neck, strong muscles leading to broad shoulders, nicely tanned, smooth skin.

"First question," I say placing one hand lightly one each shoulder, "whose idea was the divorce, yours of your wife's?" 

A surprised snort of laughter from him, "you don't mince words do you?"

"No, and neither should you. Now answer the question." I encourage him by leaning in to whisper this last part behind his ear, close enough for him to feel my lips move against his skin and my breasts press into his back.

"It was mutual," he says with a smile, "we didn't love each other anymore."

"It happens," I say, "so you've been seperated what, almost a year and a half now? And here you are about to fuck a twenty-five year old..." as I speak I trail my fingers lightly over his firmly muscled arms, pressing slightly with my nails into his triceps. I wet my lips and kiss the base of his neck, just above his collar, releasing my breath as I pull away, knowing the cool air on his wet skin must feel like the best kind of torture. "How long has it been since you've wanted a woman the way you want me?" I ask.

Without warning he turns, sliding a hand under each of my thighs, throwing me back, positioning himself between my legs, speaking in a rough voice, his mouth so close to mine our lips graze as he says, "I have wanted you everyday, every minute, since the moment I saw you. And now that I finally have you, on this bed, all to myself, I'm going to have to ask you to please shut up and let me fuck you the way I know you're dying to me fucked."

My eyes wide with amazement and desire, I'm not even able to get the "Wow" out of my mouth before he's pulling the air from my lungs with the passion of his kiss, his hand raking through my hair to the back of my neck, pulling my mouth harder against his, one of my hands grasping his powerful shoulder as he supports his weight over me, the other seeking the waistband of his jeans, feeling the heat of his skin and that delicious ridge of his hipbone, flexed as he moves a leg up, pressing the swell of his erection into the warm, moist, aching need between my legs. Just this pressure is enough to arch my back, flashes of light behind my closed eyes.

"You broke the rules...." I manage to breathe before he cuts me off laughing, lifting me up so that we're both sitting, me straddling him. Suddenly he's gentle, a hand cupping my jawline, the other lightly moving beneath my shirt, stroking the soft skin on the small of my back. He looks into my eyes, humor sparkling behind his, "I'm sorry little one, but I have no intentions of following any rules when it comes to you, not even yours."



A Long Time Coming



Maybelle stood before me naked. Those lusciously sagging breasts and wrinkled belly, grey pubes framing pouting plum lips; her general frailness was intoxicating. I got hard instantly.

"It's been twenty years since I've had a lover, you do realize that?" said Maybelle as she lay on the bed and beckoned to me.

I just smiled as I took her in my twenty seven year old arms. "That's alright, I've never had one."

I was twenty five when I found out that the technical term for it, Gerontophilia. The first time I realized it was the day my mother died. I was crying and the school nurse, who must have been approaching seventy, hugged me and I got a boner. After that I didn't like girls my own age, not even middle aged women. No, give me wrinkles, grey hair and if I'm lucky, a stoop and I am good to go. Now I'm not unattractive; I look a bit like Ben Affleck I've been told. It's not that I can't get young women. My dick just doesn't like them. I once went out with our local homecoming queen. The sight of her perky breasts made me go limp. I told her I was secretly gay. I wonder what she would have said if she really knew what was going on.

We kissed gently at first but Maybelle's need got the better of her and she kissed me harder. God, she smelled so good, like lavender talcum powder. I stroked her side, fondled the folds of loose skin and slowly worked my way south, kissing her neck and tonguing her nipples. She gasped and pulled me to her. My free hand sought her out her pussy, teasing the lips with my fingers, seeking her clit, stroking to the tune of her moaning. She reached down and grabbed my hard on. I was so excited I came, trembling, all over her legs.

As a teenager I had no idea how I was going to meet the woman of my dreams. It's difficult when she looks like your grandmother. As I grew older, I tried jobs that would bring me into contact with elderly women. I worked in a craft store for about a week before the boss figured out I had no idea about knitting needles. After that I got a job at an aged care facility. I was fired after being caught with an erection; I'd been bathing this particularly hot old dear. I had to leave town after that particular incident, not the only time my problem has got me in trouble. Finally I got work at the local garden centre. It's perfect; I meet lots of elderly ladies. I flirt, they give me huge tips. Since I started six years ago, I have watched for signs that any of them were romantically interested in me. I saw none till Maybelle. Within a month, she'd hired me to work in her yard. It started out as twice a week gig, but pretty soon she was finding excuses for me to come every day. Needless to say I was hopeful.

There was no way I was done after waiting for this so long. My hard on bounced right back. I tenderly rolled Maybelle over, parted her legs and penetrated her with two fingers. She was dry and disappointed when I noticed, but I'd come prepared with lube. I slapped it on my hungry cock, mounted her. God, she was so tight and my cock throbbed but I had to restrain myself. 

Stunned didn't cover it when Maybelle started flirting with me. I wanted her so much but had no idea how to broach the subject, so I started writing her love letters anonymously. After what seemed like ages, she took me into her confidence and told me about them, excitedly too. When I confessed I was the one writing them, I swore she was gunna have a heart attack. She couldn't look at me after I owned up but she did listen. I explained my condition to her and how much I wanted her, that I thought I might love her. She thought it was a trick till I kissed her. You can't fake a kiss I reckon. We didn't consummate the relationship for a few weeks. I think she wanted to know I was sincere. I brought her flowers. We went out together a few times, but Maybelle was embarrassed. I had to say I was her grandson. I was okay with it, anything to be close to this goddess. By the time our night came, I was definitely in love.

I managed to hold off coming till I was sure she had too but it wasn't easy. This was better than my hottest wet dream. I rolled off and kissed Maybelle lingeringly and again on the forehead. She touched my face and then she lay with her head on my bicep. I fell asleep, dreaming of doing it again and again. 

When I woke the next morning, Maybelle was already cold. I sat on the edge of the bed and wept.