10 comments/ 54407 views/ 60 favorites Chili By: M J Lindsay Note: my personal belief is that nothing is as sexy as true love. If you like your stories to be about every body part except the heart, I'm not for you. I was feeling pretty smug that beautiful March morning. I thought my life was arranged just the way I wanted it. All neatly separated into boxes that kept the whole me from being seen by anybody. There was my public professional self, who owned a successful art gallery and was well known as an artist of popular still life paintings featuring colorful floral bouquets. My private professional self, hidden by a male name and phony biography, painted lush female nudes that sold as quickly as I could create them. My public social face turned up regularly in the newspapers, hostessing at some posh party for my filthy rich father or attending a charity event on the arm of one of my favorite escorts, who used me as cover for their real lives, just as I used them. My private social life was spent with lovely ladies who knew I never had any intention of coming out of the closet or forming any permanent attachments. It all worked just the way I wanted it to. Until the day SHE walked into my gallery. Mid-week mornings are usually slow, and this was no exception. There were no other customers when she came in. I turned at the sound of the door opening and was surprised to see someone dressed in motorcycle leathers, boots, and a helmet. There was no mistaking the gender of the customer, because the tight jacket did nothing to hide a large set of tits and the pants caressed a decidedly female rear-end. She slid up the visor on the helmet and revealed a pair of large, copper colored eyes with the longest lashes I've ever seen that didn't appear to be glued on. You know those moments in the movies when a girl takes off a helmet, or hat, or something and shakes out a thick mane of gorgeous hair that falls in a perfect frame around her face? Well, when she took off her helmet there was a thick mane, all right, and it was a gorgeous shade of auburn, but, of course, it was damp and sweaty and clung around her head in a sticky-looking tangle. Somehow the sight of it still made my heart stand still. I like to think I've always been an appreciator of female beauty, but I've never been as instantly mesmerized by the sight of anyone in my life. She was stunning! "Hi," she said, unzipping the leather jacket and slipping it off. She was wearing a white tank top underneath than clung to her full, ripe breasts like a lover. I swear to heaven, I think I may actually have been drooling as I stood there and mutely stared at her. "Could I leave my jacket and helmet somewhere while I look around?" I managed to say, "Sure," took them from her, and put them in my office. I used the few seconds I was in there to try to pull myself together. I put on my professional face and went back to her with my hand outstretched. "I'm Jessica Franklin," I said as I took hold of the hand she put out in return. Her grasp was firm and her flesh was warm. It sent a tingle all the way up my arm. "My name is Judith Boardman, but everybody calls me Chili." "That's an unusual name." "My grandmother gave it to me when she saw my red hair. It seems there was a red-headed character called Chili in a comic book she read as a kid. A dumb-but-lovable type, I'm told. I'd have been insulted, but since I was only a couple of hours old, I suppose I just hadn't had time to impress her with my intellect." She was smiling at me and I was lost in those beautiful eyes, not to mention her deep, sexy voice. I have no idea how long I stood there before I realized I was still holding her hand! I dropped it like it was a live grenade and asked her if she'd like me to show her around the gallery. "I'd love a personal tour," she answered. What I was thinking was, "I'd like to take a personal tour of YOU," but I struggled to recover my professional demeanor. Ever since I can remember people have accused me of being an "ice queen" and never showing my emotions, but all of a sudden I had to fight for control as I never had before. We chatted as I took Chili around the gallery and I discovered she had recently moved to town to take a job as the Humanities Librarian at the University. Her own undergraduate major had been American Literature, but she was interested in all the arts. "The school is closed today so I thought I'd explore some of the galleries in town. Yours came highly recommended." "I guess they are a lot more open minded at the U than they were when I went there," I said. "All our librarians wore shapeless black dresses and orthopedic shoes, not biker leathers." "I think my wardrobe and the bike are probably among the least of my sins in the eyes of the more conservative administrators," said Chili, with a wicked looking grin. I was dying to ask just what her "sins" were, but I held back. She showed interest in several of the artists whose work I carry and I felt she had a keen eye for talent. When we got to the area where my florals were displayed she said that she liked them very much. "Your colors are so rich and each blossom is so lovingly detailed. I can tell you have a great appreciation for beautiful things." About that time I was very much appreciating the beautiful things I suspected were under her cute little tank top. I had never in my life been so preoccupied with a stranger's body. Not even in the juicy days in college when I realized just why I had never swooned over the teenage boys my friends all had crushes on. When we got to my other paintings, the nudes, she stopped dead in her tracks. "These are gorgeous," she exclaimed. She peered at the card with the phony name and biography I had created to hide my identity. "Bradley Jacobs? What a crock!" I was totally blindsided by her comment. "What do you mean?" "No MAN painted these. A woman's hand held that brush. I'm sure of it." I'm sure I was blushing and I know I was shaking. "Nonsense," I stuttered. "I know Bradley very well. Besides, everybody talks about how you can tell the artist has a sexual appreciation for the female form. One critic even called him "the lustful Mr. Jacobs." "Oh, sexual appreciation and lust, I'll grant you. But, the sensual way body parts that men seldom notice are shown, like that soft curve of her belly, the languid drape of her arm, convince me a woman painted it. I would say the artist is a lesbian with a strong appreciation for beautiful things." She looked me right in the eyes then, as her choice of words sunk in. A flush of heat swept through my whole body, and when she saw how shaken I was, she grinned. "It takes one to know one," she said and then she grabbed me and kissed me. I felt like every cell in my body turned to liquid in an instant, but I managed not to collapse in a heap. Chili let go of me and swept out of the gallery with a swing of her perfect hips. I was still standing there with a pounding heart and a befuddled mind, when she came right back in. "That would have been so much more effective if I'd remembered my helmet and jacket are in your office," she said with only a trace of sheepishness. "But, maybe it was meant to happen, because now I can ask you out to dinner instead of waiting and calling you later, as I'd planned. Are you free tonight?" Don't ask me why I numbly nodded "yes," but I did. "Good. I'll meet you here. You close at six?" Again I nodded wordlessly. Chili went into my office and got her things and left again, blowing me a kiss as she shut the door. Of course it only took a few minutes for my brain to start functioning again and then I panicked. What had I done?! I agreed to have dinner with a complete stranger who made me loose total control of myself and was apparently quite candid about her sexual orientation. If I was seen with her by someone in the know, my carefully constructed life could crumble in an instant. I had to get in touch with her and cancel our date! Just the word "date" popping into my head made me weak in the knees. Dates are romantic occasions and might end in sexual contact. Contact I wanted so bad I could taste it. "I've lost my mind," I said out loud. "What was that?" asked a voice behind me. I turned to see one of my regular customers, a charming elderly lady named Mrs. Gibbons. I had been so disturbed by the exchange with Chili that I hadn't noticed her come in. "Oh, just that I'm getting forgetful in my old age. I just remembered some paperwork I should have taken care of yesterday." "Old age!" Mrs. Gibbons laughed. "Honey, I've got pantyhose older than you. What are you? Thirty?" "Thirty-two," I told her. "Oh, well then, that IS ancient." I busied myself in showing Mrs. Gibbons the new items that had come in since she last visited the gallery and the day began to take on a normal rhythm. Customers came and went and before I knew it, it was only a few minutes to closing time and I'd done nothing about tracking down Chili and canceling the plan to have dinner. My fear of the changes she might bring into my life was great, but my desire to see her and be with her was greater. I waited with both dread and joyous expectation for her to arrive. She swept in right on time in a silky copper-colored pant suit that matched her eyes. This time her lovely thick hair did frame her face perfectly. I took a shaky deep breath, ready to tell her I had to cancel dinner, when she smiled at me. All of a sudden I was rendered completely stupid again and found myself locking the gallery and heading up the street to a popular restaurant. Chili was talking to me, but I was wrapped up in inhaling the clean, fresh, slightly floral scent of her. I wanted to bury my face in her hair and breathe her in, the way I enjoyed the rich smells in my father's vast garden. Then I would move lower and nibble her lovely neck and then … "Jessica, have you heard a word I've said?" "No," I admitted. "I was just thinking about how wonderful you smell." Why was it I could deceive the whole world without a second thought, but I kept blubbering out the truth to Chili, with no notion of protecting myself? Her smile could only be described as "wicked." "I think this is going to be a wonderful evening," she told me. It was wonderful. Chili proved to be as smart as she is beautiful and we discovered we had many interests in common. The conversation moved with ease from favorite books and favorite artists to the sports teams we rooted for and our best vacation memories. We kept away from personal topics until after we had finished out meal and were enjoying deep snifters of Grand Marnier. "How did you know?" I finally asked her. She didn't pretend not to understand what I meant. "My orientation is well-known at the U," she told me. "I've never hidden it. I have a charming, young assistant who is an addicted matchmaker. She's so in love with her husband that she thinks it's her duty to pair up everybody else in the world. Kind of sweet, really." I actually felt a tinge of jealousy at the tender smile on Chili's face. I've never been jealous a day in my life, not even when I walked in on my college roommate, who was also my first sex partner, and found her with her face buried in a cute young freshman's snatch. "I guess my taste in lovers posed a dilemma for her, since she only knows one 'out' lesbian besides me and that's her 80 year old great aunt. Still, she was determined to find me a 'soul mate.' One day she brought me a copy of the society page from the newspaper and pointed out a picture. She asked what I thought of the elegant blonde in the photo and I said I thought she was the most luscious looking thing I'd ever seen. She got as excited as a kid on Christmas morning. 'I think she's one of you," she gushed. 'That's my brother's best friend with her. They go out a lot and I happen to know he's gay. He has a lover that I've also seen in the columns with her. I think she provides cover for them and I'm willing to bet they provide it for her, too. Why else would a gorgeous woman like that only date gay men?' "I told her I could think of many reasons, but she was so sure of herself and so determined that we meet. I gently laughed it off, but I admit I was intrigued so I set out to find out more about the stunning woman in the picture." "Me," I said. "Not that I think I'm stunning, but…" I trailed off. "Stunning even in a black and white newspaper picture," Chili said, "and unbelievably gorgeous in person." At that, the "ice queen" officially melted into a puddle at Chili's feet, never to freeze over again. "I came into the gallery today just to get a look at you and the way you looked back at me told me my assistant had been right. I could hardly believe my luck. The most beautiful woman I've ever seen clearly finds me attractive, too." This time her tender smile was for me. In that moment the lust I'd been feeling ever since I first saw Chili began to grow into something much deeper. At any other instant in my life that would have frightened the hell out of me, but now, looking into her eyes, it was just too right to be denied. "How did you know I'd painted the nudes? Nobody else has ever suspected that." "There does seem to be a common sensuality between them and your floral pictures, but I think it was the eagerness in the way you showed them to me. I had the same feeling when you showed me the ones you paint under your own name. That it somehow mattered to you that I like them." "I seem to have been struck transparent today. That's never happened to me before, believe me. I've been as closed as a person can get my whole life. What the hell have you done to me," I asked her, truly perplexed. "Not a thing," she said with a laugh, "but I have plans to do plenty, honey. You can count on it." I haven't blushed since childhood, but my face was burning hot and so were several other sensitive areas of my body. When we left the restaurant Chili walked me back to the gallery. I own the building and I live in an apartment with an attached studio upstairs. My voice was shaking when I asked her if she wanted to come in for a drink. "I'd like that," she said. "I'd enjoy seeing where you live and where you paint, but let's not let things get out of hand. I want you so bad I'm burning up with it, but it would break my heart if we rush into bed and our emotional connection gets damaged. You, my lovely one, are the woman of my dreams and I want this to last." How many times in my life had I told a potential sexual conquest that what I felt would NOT last, that I was incapable of loving anyone or staying faithful? It had been true every time and I honestly thought it always would be, but with Chili, everything was different. I took her upstairs and showed her around my home and then my studio. I never brought anyone inside the studio because I painted all of my pictures there, including the nudes. I painted them from photographs I took of models. I told them that "Mr. Jacobs" preferred to work from photos because he had a jealous wife and none of them questioned the explanation. I had several dozen pictures pinned up of the model I intended to paint next. Chili spent a long time looking at them. "You haven't made love to her, have you?" she finally asked me. "No," I told her. "I keep my work and my sex life separate, but …" "But?" "Well, I've always wondered how it would feel to paint a lover. To make a picture of all the parts of her I've touched. Parts I've aroused and satisfied. Parts that have satisfied me." I don't think I'd ever said anything that let someone inside my naked soul like that before. "Oh, God," Chili moaned. "I've never wanted to touch someone so much in my life. May I kiss you? Just once?" I couldn't answer her because I had a lump in my throat the size of a grapefruit. She took that as agreement and pulled my face to hers and took possession of my mouth like nobody ever has before. I'm a modern woman and I've never wanted the old traditional butch/femme kind of relationship, but I do tend to take the lead in sexual encounters. I'm rather tall, I'm strong from working out regularly, and I've always been sure of myself, so I tend to be the aggressive one, but Chili was absolutely in charge at that moment. I'd have done anything she asked of me and begged for more. I couldn't tell if it was the one kiss she'd asked for or a thousand. It went on and on and I was lost in a whirlwind of feeling the whole time. "I think I'm about to make a liar of myself," Chili told me, when she lifted her hungry mouth from my equally ravenous one. "I can't stop yet. I have to touch you. Not everywhere that I'm aching to touch, I still want to wait until we know where we're headed with this before we do it all, but I need to do this. Will you let me?" I wasn't sure what she meant, but I'd have let her do anything as long as she kept holding me to her. I wrapped my fingers in her hair and pulled her back for another kiss. My head was whirling again in a second, but I was fully aware of her hot hand plunging down the front of my pants. She drove right for my clit and suddenly my knees were buckling and I collapsed against her. We fell to the thick braided throw rug I keep by my easel. I laid there in her arms, our lips locked, and let her insistent fingers take me to heaven. I exploded into an earth-shattering climax in only a few minutes. "Oh, yes, baby," Chili moaned, gasping for air. "You come so sweet. I'm going to love making you do that for the rest of our lives." "The rest of our lives," was a phrase that would have sent me screaming into the night from anybody else, but I suddenly could see myself as a very old lady in Chili's ancient arms, still crying out in ecstasy as I just had. I reached for the button at Chili's waist, eager to give her the kind of pleasure she'd given me, but she pushed me away. "Jessica, darling, please don't," she begged. "Let's wait. I want us both to go crazy waiting for the next time. I don't want you to be able to think about anything but me until we're together again." I protested that she'd already reached that goal, but she persisted and I finally let her leave. She promised we'd see each other again as soon as possible. "As soon as possible" proved to be far too long a time. There always seemed to be a reason why we couldn't see each other, but Chili called everyday on her lunch hour and every night before we went to sleep. The first night we talked for an hour. By the second night it was up to two and a half hours. I pointed out to her that we could have spent that time together and she admitted she was making excuses not to be with me. "You know we won't be able to keep our hands off each other, Jessi. I want to get to know you first and I want you to get to know me. If I see you, even in a public place, I know I'm going to lose control, so let's just stick to the phone for a little while longer, please." By this time it was important to me, too, to know everything I could about Chili and to let her into my heart and mind, as I never had anyone else. I decided to content myself with phone calls for awhile more. I soon found myself telling her all about the most painful time in my life: the death of my mother when I was seven years old. It had happened so quickly. She had come down with a high fever and she was dead by the next night of a fast-moving bacterial infection. The antibiotics the doctors gave her came too late. My father was as shattered as I was and at a complete loss about what to do with me. He hired several women to take care of me over the next few years, but he seemed to pick them because he found them attractive, rather than for any proven skills with children. More than one of them ended up meeting certain needs of his, instead of caring for me. Naturally when he lost interest in them they were sent away and I got a new "companion." Chili It was late on a Friday night. I had just gotten off a long workweek and needed to relax. I had been working so much lately I had no time for a social life, so I was without plans for another Friday night. I stopped at the local grocery to pick up some beer and munchies. As it was just after midnight there was few people in the store. As I move through the isles I caught a glimpse of an attractive woman. Being the horn-dog I am I worked my way to the area where she was to get another look. She was younger then me, wearing cut off jeans and an oversize sweatshirt. She looked good, long brown hair, and nice legs. She looked over her shoulder and caught me looking. Then smiled. I responded with an embarrassed smile for getting caught. She turned down the next isle. I went on with my shopping. As I went down the beer isle I saw someone at the other end. I did not realize it was her till we both ended up at the same spot. I picked up a 12 pack of Killian's, and she did also. She broke the ice, " I see you have good taste in beer." I said, "Thanks, but I think the frozen pizza loses it," (pointing at my cart). With that she gave a little giggle the asked, "Are you a good cook, I was going to make some chili and could use a hand. Maybe you can come over and help, we can have your pizza while it's cooking." I was a bit taken aback by her boldness, but yet attracted to her at the same time. She could see by the smile on my face as I approved of the idea. We went on from their together and got more things for the chili, and then checked out together. We had split the goods into two carts so it was easy to ck out. She went to her car and I loaded my stuff in my truck. I followed her a short distance to her place, and then we took the groceries in. It was a very nice two-story house, and seemed to be a well to do area. We sorted the goods and I placed the items for the chili out on the kitchen island, she put the rest away. Getting us both a beer she asked, "would you like a tour of the place before we start cooking?" I said, "that would be great." As we walked through the house I could not keep my eyes off her ass. It looked so firm and tight in her shorts. Then it happened, she caught me looking! As I looked up into her eyes she smiled. I tried to cover by saying, " you have a nice place." She just grinned and said, "it was time to start cooking." As we got back to the kitchen she said, "make yourself at home, and lets see just how good you are in the kitchen." She had a subdued grin, but I caught it. Not saying a word, I washed my hands while looking around the kitchen to see what I thought was the basic layout and went to work. I placed the food items to one side on the island then grabbed three different sizes of knives from the block and a cutting board. As I did I asked her to grab two frying pans. I think she was surprised at my ease in the kitchen. She quickly picked up that I was good in the kitchen and joined in. We worked like a team dicing and mixing all the items in the large pot for the chili. As we grabbed another beer I said, "all we need to do now it let it cook." She said, "We have time to play then." with a smirk. She lead the way to the basement. It is fully decked out, pool table, TV, stereo, chairs, couch and a bar. She looked at me and said, "rack'em!" It's her place, and I know I am playing on her field. As I set them up, she rolls the tunes. I have the rack set and it is her break. She walks up and grab a stick, then looks over her shoulder at me and grins. I know I am being set up! I can see the table is not for just show, she knows how to play. She sinks two stripes on the break. Looking up at me she say's, "nice rack." I say, "yea, looked good from here." She missed on her next shot. I think it was what she wanted. I make a few shots and it goes back and forth till she wins. She tells me to rack them again while she goes to stir the chili and get us another beer. I set up the rack then check out the basement. It is rather large and well set up. I flipped through the cds and found a wide assortment. I look over the bar and see it is well stocked. Then to the TV nice sized, a cabinet has several DVD's in it, several are unmarked. It seems like a long time while she is gone. As she returns I notice she has changed, she has on a pair of men's silk boxers, and a satin tank top, which seems to form to your body very well. She sees the stunned look on my face and just smiles and says, "I'll just put these in the fridge." It is then that I see she has several beers in hand. I ask, "do you need a hand?" She replys, "no, I've got it." She walks toward the bar as I watch her every move. As she gets to the fridge and opens the door she slowly bends over and puts the beers on the bottom shelf, the boxers rise up and cup the globes of her ass, I can't help but stare. She looks over her shoulder to see if I am looking. I catch your look and smile and raise an eyebrow in approval. She returns to the table and asks, "Ready to play?" I smile with an evil grin and say, "Yea, let's play." She breaks but doesn't drop anything. She looks at me thinking I did not rack them as well. I just step up to take my shot. I clear six balls before I miss. She evens it up before missing. I drop the rest of my balls and the eight ball. She is impressed and I am amazed. I have never done that before. I ask, with a smirk, "one more game?" She looks at me a just nods, I feel that I am in trouble; she is going to kick my ass. As she leans down to get the rack her top sags and I can see her breasts. My cock hardens. She racks the balls, fondling them as I watch. She knows. As she steps to the side, I set up for the break. She slides her hand under her top and caresses her soft skin then up to her breasts. I do my best to break, she is so hot. But I can play also. I drop two solids, and ask, "are you playing dirty or teasing?" She gives me the (what me look). I take my next shot and flub it. She grins, and then sets up her shot. I am just staring at her hot ass as she bends to shot. My cock is getting harder in my pants; she turns and sees the bulge in my pants. Its getting to the point that I don't think I can even hit the cue ball let alone anything else. Before she can shot I speak up and say, "how about a shot?" Nodding toward the bar. She says, "yea that's a good idea, what do you want?" I tell her I will let her pick, she agrees and walks behind the bar setting up two small glasses and pulls out a bottle of Tequila. She pours some in each glass, more then a shot and puts the bottle on the bar. She gets lime from the fridge and lays it out for us. We don't speak while she does this. But I have not taken my eyes off her. Every time she moves her tits sway against her top, and she has a hot ass too. She does not wait for me; she takes the salt, the shot, then the lime and shakes her head while making a face. I just grin. I put some salt on my hand while holding the lime. I pick up the shot then toss the salt over my left shoulder, down the shot and the dab the lime behind my ears. She just looks at me for a second then busts out laughing. We go back to the pool table to play, but I want to start a new game. As I walk up behind her I place my hands on her hips and squeeze gently. She says, "I don't think I can shot like that." I say, "I know I could". With that she turns to face me and says, "Show me!" I turned her around slowly pulling her toward me and kissed her, she opens up and our tongues meet. Our hands are slowly moving, exploring each other. I slide up under her top and find her hot firm tits. Her nipples are large and hard. As I pinch them I hear a muffed moan as she push's her tongue deeper into my mouth. It is then that she works her hand down to undo my pants. She pushes them past my hips and they fall to the floor, my cock springs up as they do. She moves her hand down and strokes me through my boxers, feeling it throb in her hand. I let her stoke it a few times then push her away. Looking into her eyes, I pick her up and set her on the edge of the pool table. As I near her, she reaches out for my cock. I stop her and smile. Slowly I reach up and push her top up just above your tits. They are so firm and full, and her nipples are very hard. I take time to suck and lick them both, making sure they have equal time. By now she is squirming, she is rocking her ass on the table. I can see the wetness on her silk boxers. I slid my hand down from her tits slowly, and making my way to her thigh. I moved closer to her wet spot and I feel her twitch. I slowly rub her through her silk boxers and she spreads her legs open for me. As I pull the boxers off she rises up to let them slide off. I push her back across the table, squeezing her tits as I do. I lean forward across her body and kiss her lips, then work my way down. I kiss my way down her right thigh, to her knee and on to her ankle, and then place her foot in the corner pocket. Sliding up to her firm tight belly I do the same her left leg, placing it too into the other corner pocket. I move once more to her abs and tongue her belly button, making her squirm. Then I work my way to the sweet spot. She is so hot and has me so worked up I want to just dive right in, but somehow I find control and go slow. Kissing softly around her hot lips and legs, and softly blowing on her clit, seeing it swell a bit more. I softly start to finger her lips and can feel the juices running out of her, she is so ready. As I slide a finger in to her pussy, she lets out a gasp, as if she were holding your breath. I push my finger in deep then pump it slowly before adding another, causing her to arch her back. Her hands were gripping the rails of the table. I press my face to her pussy and to suck her hard clit. As soon as my lips touch it she screams out with pleasure and thrust her hips into my face. I push two fingers into her wet hole as deep as I can and suck hard on her clit. I catch a glimpse of her gripping her tits and squeezing her nipples hard. This has her really screaming, telling me to suck harder and fuck her. And that's just what I do till she orgasmed so hard she gushed all over my face. I am surprised but quickly recover and suck up every drop of her pussy nectar as she twitched and had spasm's under me. I continue to lick and suck till I feel her legs go limp. I have cum dripping down my chin as I look up at her. Her feet are still in the pocket, but her legs have gone limp to each side as well as her arms, they to are spread to each side of the table. I gaze upon her while catching my breath and can see her breathing very heavy, almost as if gasping for air. A smile crosses my face knowing I made her cum so hard. At this point I could cum in an instant, and thinking she will need to settle a bit helped me cool down. But that was where I was wrong. She sat up suddenly; catching me by surprise and looking into my eyes with a fiery gleam said, "FUCK ME NOW"! I did not think, I just acted, and did as she commanded! Dropping my boxers, I stood there with my cock ready. As I neared her pussy she grabbed my cock and guided it in, she was so wet I slide in with ease; it was then she clinched and I felt the pressure. I did not think I could take it, then she relaxed and I watched her as she pinched her nipples as if trying to rip them off. And again she looked me with the look of evil and said "FUCK ME NOW, HARD"! I was almost scared at this point, I had never been with a woman so demanding and yet it was erotic. So I did as she demanded and drove into her as hard and deep as I could. I could not believe I did not cum as soon as I entered her, it must have been the shock of her dominance and the excitement it caused in me that held me back. I pumped her till I thought my legs would give out, and I was going to cum. It was then that she yelled out the she was cumming, and I could feel her pussy clinch my cock so hard. It sent me over the top; I burst inside if her cumming like I have never cum before! Pumping hard as I shot into her I could feel her pussy clinching with each wave of her orgasm till I could not thrust any longer, and just lay on top of her as she milked my cock dry. As I pulled out, my legs gave out and I managed to fall into the chair behind me. I sat there panting for breath seeing her not moving, laying spread open on the pool table with cum oozing out of her pussy. I was wiped out, so I lay my head back to rest. As I did I could see she had relaxed and heard her breathing settle to a calm. It was then I drifted off to a semi-sleep state. Not knowing how long I was out, I woke to find her sucking my cock. And it felt sooooo good! She had me hard again and ready to go. Once she saw me open my eyes and clear my head, she gave me a few deep sucks then smacking her lips. She said, "you taste so good!" Then she stood up and walked to the bar, still naked, my cock throbbed just watching. As she reached the bar she turned and motioned for me to join her. She poured us both another shot, and without any hesitation we both downed them. It was then she said, "we need to go check our chili." Taking me by the hand we walked up to the kitchen naked. As I walked behind you I could not help but to look at your firm round ass and think about putting my cock into it. We went to the sink and washed our hands, then went to inspect our chili. The crock-pot was full to the rim and was doing well. You gave it a stir and we both took a taste. It was funny, we both said at the same time, "needs more spice." Laughing we dumped in the added spices and gave it a good stir. After covering the pot, I turned her around and planted a kiss on her that would have started a fire. And that is just what happened. Pushing me back lightly, she asked me to get us both a beer. As I did, she took something from a cabinet, then went to the living room just off from the kitchen. I could see her lighting a fire in the fireplace. I switched off the lights in the kitchen and walked to the room as the fire took off. I could see her standing naked in the firelight. Her body was aglow with the fire and the gleam made you shine. I brought our drinks, and as I did she looked down and smiled. My cock was hard. She took the beer in one hand and cupped my balls with the other. Not missing a beat she took a big swig of beer then dropped to her knees and went down on me. I was in shock till her warm lips and the grip she had on me brought me out of it. She was amazing, licking and sucking, just driving me crazy. Then she stopped, looking up at me she took one last long lick up from my balls to the tip of my cock, and circled the tip. It was then that she slowly laid down on the soft rug and started to rub her tits. She wanted me, and she wanted me now! But I had other plans for her! I knelt down with my cock just inches from your pussy then brushing along her inner thighs. Teasing her I nudged the head of my prick to her lips, then backed off. I could see she wanted it, and now, so I teased her more. Grabbing her legs and pushing them back to her shoulders as if to drive deep into her, but I moved down and dove in face first. I did not tease, I did not play, I went hard on to her clit and sucked it all in. As my fingers reached her wet hole I pushed two into her causing her to buck harder. She had gotten so wet; her juices were running out and down her ass crack. By now she had gotten into it so much she had her hands on her legs pulling them till they were above her head. I took this as a good sign and went for it all. I swiped my tongue along her pussy then moved to her ass and circled her tight hole. With the way she moved I took it as a good sign and went on to lick her till her pussy was running. I wet my finger and pushed it into her tight hole. She must have been ready cause I slipped in easily. She's so tight dare I try two? She push's back onto my fingers as if wanting more. Slowly working her hot ass, her pussy is still oozing wetting my fingers as they push into her. I ready my cock to enter her, but she lowers her legs and reaches under the near table for something. She brings out a small bottle of olive oil. Pouring a small pool in her hand she coats her pussy and ass, dipping her fingers into her tight little hole lubing it up even more. Then pouring just a bit more in her hand she reaches for my hard cock and stroked it rubbing it down with oil. Setting the bottle to the side she griped my cock and gently pulls me to her, aiming it for her hot ass. I saw the look in her eyes and knew she wanted it, so I let her guide me to her puckered little hole till I nudged against it. It was then she released her grip and grabbed her cheeks spreading herself open for me. Her asshole was closed tight, but the playing and the oil let me pop in with ease as I pushed forward. I held back a bit as not to hurt her, or me, then feeling her relax I pushed in more. Holding mid-way I waited again, it was then I could feel her muscles working me and she rocked back on me till I was fully in her. I started slowly sliding in and out, working her ass with my cock. It was so tight and hot I just kept pumping. Then she pressed her hands to my hips and held me, I stopped. Looking up she said, "let me turn over." As I slid out of her ass I could see her bite her lip, then she rolled over planting her knees on the rug and lowering her face to it also. This pushed her ass up and exposed one of the hottest sites I have ever seen. She looked so hot bent over I did not know which hole to fill first. Her ass was gleaming with pussy juice and olive oil. As I knelt down behind her I could not help myself, I to a long swipe with my tongue up from her wet pussy to her ass. This made her moan with delight. It was then she reached a hand underneath and started to finger her pussy. So since she were working that, I would go for the other hole. I took the bottle of oil and dribbled more on her ass till it was trailing down to her pussy. Not that it needed it as wet as she was, but it was fun. I took a swipe of oil and coated my cock, then lined up to her rosebud. I pushed slowly and then she pushed back suddenly taking me all in with one thrust. I thought I would cum right then till she clenched on my cock and that made me stop. She slowly rocked forward then pushed back hard driving me deeper into her ass with a slap. Her hand was working her pussy and I could hear the wetness as she pumped in and out with her fingers. I took this as a sign that she was ready for a good ass fucking. I pulled out slowly till the head was at the rim then hesitated for just a second and drove it in all the way. I think I caught her by surprise, but she pushed back looking for more. It was time to go for broke! I pumped her ass and even gave it a little slap which seemed to excite her even more. My dick was getting numb, and I knew I was close to cumming again. She was close too and went into overtime on her pussy. I could not hold any longer and shot a load of cum in her wanting ass. This set her off and she started cumming also. I could tell from the way she was screaming and the fact that her ass was clenched on my cock so hard I could not pull out. I just held on to her with my cock softening in her ass as her orgasm waved over her. Slowly she calmed down and released me as she collapsed on the rug. Her hand was still under her and flooded with cum. I could not believe I was still able to sit upright as I sat back on my heels and tried to catch my breath. As I sat there, I looked at her in the firelight. Still laying face down with her hand between her legs and her ass oiled up from a good pumping, I was stunned. Being as spent and totally satisfied as I was my cock gave a twitch, and I let out a giggle. It was then she looked up and saw what I thought was funny. Chili She sat up and we kissed, then she stood and headed for the stairs. She asks, "will you check the crock-pot and turn it down, then join me in the shower?" She did not wait for a reply; she just turned and strutted up the steps naked. When she was out of site I turned to gaze into the fire and re-coup. It was not long till I could hear the shower running. I got up and went to the kitchen, washed then checked the chili. Dam did it smell good; giving a stir and a quick taste, I turned it down to low for the night. Grabbing us both a beer, I walked up the stairs to the hall and headed to the bedroom. I saw the light from the master bath on and heard the water running. As I opened the door to the bathroom I was hit with a wall of steam, I slowly pulled the shower door open and reached in with her beer. As I looked in I saw her setting on the shower seat just soaking in the spray with her fingers deep in her cunt. It was then she looked up at me and smiled, and then I realized what she was looking at. My cock was fully hard just watching her. I handed her the beer and she drank half of it down then handed it back. Sitting it to the side I did the same with mine then stepped into the shower with her and closed the door. I stood under the water soaking myself full then stepped to her. She did not miss a beat; with soap in hand she gently washed me clean. I turned to rinse and as I turned back she gripped me engulfing my cock to my balls and sucking hard. Then reaching under she rubbed my balls and worked her way to my ass. I was unsure what she was up to, but it felt good. As she sucked me she worked a finger to my ass and rubbed my hole, something I have never had done before. It caused my cock to twitch in her mouth. Then she stood up, kissed me and said, "when you are done in the shower meet me in bed." Kissing me again long and hard she stepped out of the shower. I just stood there with the water streaming over me. Grabbing the soap I washed quickly then stepped out to dry. Wrapping the towel around myself I picked up my beer and headed into the bedroom to find candles burning and soft music playing. But she was not there. The bed had been turned back so I sat on the edge pulled off my towel and slid in under the covers, sitting up against the headboard. I finished my beer while I waited. It seemed like a long time, but was only a minute before I heard her coming to the room. She was carrying a tray with what looked like two more beers and other bottles I could not make out. She sat them on the stand on the far side from me climbed into bed sitting on her knees in front of me. Her firm tits and soft skin shone in the candlelight. Bending to kiss me her tits brushed across my chest. I could feel their warmth and hard nipples as she kissed me. Then she sat up and reached toward the tray, picking up two small glasses. As she handed one to me I realized it was another shot. She did not say a word; she just held hers up as if a toast. I accepted her toast and we downed the shot. Taking the glasses and sitting them on the side she started to play in my chest hair and work her hands over my body through the sheet. Then she would sit back and slowly work her hands across her body, massaging her tits, pinching her nipples, and working slowly down her thighs. Spreading her legs slightly her hand dipped between her legs and played for a bit till she pulled out and brought her fingers to my lips. They were coated with her cream and I licked them clean. She rose up slowly, placing a knee under my arm, and then slowly she planted each foot and pushed up till she was squatting above my face. I let her move closer, then moved my hands to the globes of her ass to help support her, guiding my tongue to taste your treasure. As I touched her, she let out a soft moan, then her breath quickened as I pushed into her. Lapping and slurping her I was amazed at how wet she was already, I even managed to slid a finger to your ass and slip it in. From the way she was bucking and fucking my face with her pussy, I thought she would cum right there. But she had other ideas. She stopped and slid down my chest licking and kissing me till her juice was cleaned from my face. Then she worked her way down and pulled the sheet the rest of the way off me, letting my cock spring free. By now I was so hard again. She reached to the tray and got a small bottle and poured some in her hand, tossing it on the bed she gripped my cock and stroked it wetting it with the lotion. Slowly stroking me working the lotion in I could feel a warming sensation on my cock. Was it your hand or the lotion? I reached up and gripped your tits, pinching your nipples till she gasped. Then she moved on top of me, guiding my cock as she sank down onto me. I gripped her tits forcefully and I could feel her cunt grip me. As we relaxed, we got into a slow rhythm. With me on my back, her on top, she was in control, I think she liked that. And I am good with that also. I like to watch a woman ride me and I can play with her tits. She rocked her pussy back and forth slowly riding me, grinding into me. Then she planted a foot to either side and rose up so she was squatting over me and pumping up and down with a slapping sound on each down stroke. Her legs were tight and her control was amazing. Then she stepped up the pace and as if riding a bronco. I gripped her tits and hung on. She was so wet that cream flowed down my cock and ass and I was going for the full ride. She pumped me till I was ready to blast then she let out a scream and gushed all over me. I burst inside of her till I was spent. I had never had a woman cum like that before, or for that matter make me cum like that before. It was the best! Collapsing on top of me, my cock still inside her I could feel her pussy still in its spasm. Then she slowly rolled off and all she said was, "WOW!" I took that as a good sign, and then we curled up to each other and drifted off to sleep. Chili By the age of twelve I had developed a thick skin and a take-charge manner. I told Father, after my latest caretaker left sobbing that he'd broken her heart, that I was quite capable of running my own life. He was busy turning the one steel mill he had inherited into a multi-national conglomerate and was desperate to believe he didn't need to worry about me. I really did manage my life pretty well. I made excellent grades in school and I found the right teachers to nurture my artistic talents. I studied how things were done in the homes of my friends and developed the social skills I needed to put me at ease anywhere. I had no interest in dating, even though I was asked out frequently, but I really didn't think much about why I wasn't attracted to any of the boys who asked. I knew I always wanted to be in charge of my own life and I told myself that a relationship with a boy would complicate that. By the time I was ready for college I had made myself indispensable to my father as a hostess for the many social events his business required him to give. Since the University here in town had a fine art department, I agreed to enroll there so I would be available for the dinners and parties that Father needed me to organize and attend. To the outside world we looked like a devoted parent and child. Only the two of us knew that we hadn't said a personal word to each other since Mom died. Father was surprised when I chose to live in a dorm, rather than at home, but I insisted. I felt a strong need to be on my own. It didn't take long for me to figure out why I didn't have an interest in boys. The girls in the dorm, feeling safe in our "women only" environment, ran around most of the time in as little clothing as possible. I soon found myself waiting until my roommate was snoring and then relieving my sexual tension with my own hands, thinking about some of the lovely girls in the dorm as I did it. One night I was lost in the throes of a delightful fantasy about my pretty roommate when I realized she was standing over my bed, watching. "Let me do that," she said in a husky whisper and proceeded to finger me to a delicious climax. Our sexual relationship developed rapidly after that, but we really had no emotional connection. After I found her with the cute little freshman we agreed to pursue sex with anyone we wanted to and I soon fell into the pattern that I'd been following ever since. Chili's story was much different. She was born into a happy home in the Midwest and still had loving relationships with her parents and her two brothers. She'd realized she was a lesbian while still in high school, and had several short relationships before she finished graduate school. When she took her first job as a librarian in Chicago, she fell deeply in love with a woman on the staff ten years older than she was. They soon moved into together and declared to all their friends and family that they were committed to each other. "We were very happy," Chili told me. "Of course we had the fights any couple does. For one thing, Lisa loved the big city and I hoped to eventually move somewhere where I could indulge my love of outdoor activities. I'd had a motorcycle at home, but Lisa freaked when I suggested getting one to ride in Chicago. For her sake I dropped the idea. I thought those were the only kinds of problems we would have, until the day I found a lump when I was caressing her breast." In spite of aggressive treatment, Lisa had died of cancer only a year and a half later. "I was shattered," Chili said. "I followed everyone's advice and stayed where I was for a year, but then I started looking for a new life. I was especially interested in the West Coast. I was thrilled when I got the job at the University here. The city is big enough to have good theater, music, and art and there are mountains and beaches just a short distance away. All that was missing in my life was someone to love." I was surprised when she told me she hadn't been with anyone sexually since Lisa's illness left her too weak to make love. "After being with someone I loved so much, I just had no interest in anything less. When I need to relieve sexual tension, I take care of it myself with the help of a couple of nice little toys. I haven't had intimate contact with anyone else until I was with you the other night." That made me shiver with pleasure and a hunger that was so strong I couldn't resist pulling up my nightshirt and touching myself while I thought of our few moments locked in each other's arms. My breathing must have changed, because Chili asked me, "Are you doing what I think you're doing?" I was embarrassed, but I admitted I was. "I was remembering you touching me and …" "Mmm," she sighed. "I remember it all the time, too, and then I go on to think about what we'll do next time." "Next time," I told her, as I slid my finger in and out of my hot, wet pussy, "it's my turn to make you come. I'm going to strip you naked as the day you were born and then I'm going to kiss every sweet inch of you." "Ohhh," she moaned. "Tell me all about it. Pretend you're doing it now. What are you doing to me right now?" "I'm sucking your beautiful nipple while I play with your other breast with my hand. Those ripe beauties were begging for attention under that little tank top you were wearing when I met you and now I'm giving it to them." I could hear her breathing get rapid on the other end of the phone. "Are you touching yourself, too?" I asked. "Yes," she sighed. "I've done this and thought of you several times a day since we met. It's so exciting to hear your voice while I do it. What are you doing to me now?" "I've finished ravishing your breasts. There isn't a millimeter of them that I haven't licked or sucked and fondled. Does that make you hot?" "God, I'm so horny I think that might make me come right then and there. I can't believe how excited just the thought of you makes me." Waves of pure pleasure were pulsating in my core, nearly at the brink of climax. I slowed what my fingers were doing to make the wonder of it last a little longer. "My lips are moving down your beautiful body now. I'm kissing you everywhere. I just teased your belly button with my tongue and now I'm moving lower." Chili was sighing and moaning, which nearly pushed me over the top, but I held back because I wanted so much to hear her come first. "My lips are right above your mound now. Are you a redhead there, too?" "Yes, I am. Do you like that?" "I like it so much I'm going to have to spread you open and lick your clit right this minute. I can't wait anymore! Do you feel me there? Can you feel my tongue stroking your clit and pushing deep into your pussy, then back again? Over the clit and then deep into you! Again and again and again." "Yes, yes," she screamed. "I can feel you. I'm coming, sweetheart! I'm coming so hard." As she was crying out her pleasure I allowed myself to climax too, calling her name as I did. Both of us just kept saying each others names for several long minutes. "Whoa," Chili finally said, "and up to now I couldn't imagine the appeal of phone sex. That was HOT." "It can be hotter, baby. We can do it in person anytime you're ready." "Yes, darling, I think it's time. Would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow night? I'm a good cook. You can eat your fill." I enjoyed her double entendre and I promised to be there at seven. We said loving good nights and hung up the phone. I tried hard to sleep, but I was so excited I had to get myself off a couple more times before I could settle down. Chili was renting a cute little house not far from the University. She had some charming artwork on the walls and the furnishings were welcoming. Her warm, open personality was reflected in her home. I thought of my own carefully composed space and realized just how much I needed this woman to open my world. It was hard to keep myself under control and enjoy the wonderful meal she'd cooked for me. It was an Asian stir-fry, which is a favorite of mine, but I had to force myself to focus on the food and the conversation and not get lost in thoughts of what was to come. After the meal we relaxed with some music and a glass of wine. More than once my mind wandered when Chili was talking, even though she's a fascinating woman to talk to. Finally she took pity on me and stood up with a smile and offered me her hand. "Come on," she said. "You've been a patient girl and now it's time for your reward." She led me into her bedroom and then reached for the buttons on my blouse. I took hold of her hand and stopped her. "No," I said in a husky whisper, "the first time I want to be just like on the phone." I stripped her to the buff then and drank in the sight of her. Her body was perfect. Her skin glowed like pearls in the moonlight which streaked in from a skylight above the bed. I allowed her to undress me to my bra and bikini panties, but then I pushed on down on the bed, intent on ravishing every inch of her until I had her screaming in pleasure. Her breasts felt like velvet under my tongue and her nipples blossomed in my mouth like flowers reaching for the sun. I licked and sipped at them to my heart's content. I could feel the tension building in her body and I moved on down her lovely torso, teasing and touching every inch with my hands and my mouth. By the time I reached the soft auburn curls between her legs she was moaning and twisting beneath me. My own need for relief was great, but I was overwhelmed with the desire to take her to the heights of passion first. I parted her lips with my fingers and plunged in with my tongue, just as I had said on the phone. She was soaking wet and tasted divine. My intension was to please her, but I took great joy myself in the feel and taste of her hot, pulsating flesh. I made my tongue as rigid as I could and stroked her hard and fast from her clit to the depth of her heated channel. There would be other times for gentle exploration, but both of us were too hungry for that this time. I drove her to the brink and then I concentrated my tongue's action on her clit as I slipped two fingers inside her moist center. A few seconds later she was bucking and screaming as her orgasm washed over her. It was wonderful to hear her calling my name as I brought her that pleasure. I slowed my pace, but I kept gently licking her clit until she came again, with less explosive tension, but I could tell she was still ready for more. This time I tongue-fucked her deep in her pussy and teased her anus gently with my fingers and was rewarded with another shuttering of her body in pleasure. I pulled myself up to lay beside her then and we fell into an exhausted sleep in each others arms. When I awoke she was tugging my panties down. My bra had already disappeared. I reached for her and we began exploring each other gently. I wanted to make it slow this time, but she could feel the need in me to come and she soon took over. She spent a few minutes on my breasts, but quickly moved down to give me what I needed so badly. Her mouth on my intimate parts was so amazing! She licked and tongue-fucked me to more orgasms than I could count, but I still needed more. I had waited so long for her. "Want to play with my toys," she asked. I nodded in agreement and she brought a large pink gel-type vibrator out of the drawer. Soon she had that buzzing in my pussy and her tongue worked its magic on my clit. This time my orgasm was so strong that I didn't think I'd ever be horny again. I thought so right up until Chili said, "Take it out of you and put it in my pussy, darling. While it's still hot from your body." Damn, that got my juices flowing all over again. I did what she asked and then licked her sweet little clit while she let the vibrator do its job inside her. After she came, she insisted that we needed to sixty-nine to finish up and who am I to question such an obvious sexual genius? We've been together in every sense ever since that night. At first we kept our relationship private, rather than upset my father, but after I painted her nude portrait (after an amazing love-making session right in my studio) and displayed it in the gallery, with my own name on it, our secret was clearly out. I could have sold that picture for three times what any of my work (none of it cheap to begin with) had ever sold for. I kept it myself, however, and it hangs in our bedroom today. My father did worry what people would think, but Chili soon charmed him and now he's her biggest fan. With her encouragement, he and I have become much closer, too. Neither of us had ever gotten over Mom's death and finally talking about it has helped us both to heal. He's even dating a lovely woman now, suitable to be a real partner to him, something he avoided out of a kind of sad loyalty to my mother. I'm sure I lost some business at the gallery when word got around that I'm gay, but most customers have been very supportive. Without really seeking it out, Chili and I have made friends with a wonderful group of lesbians who have come in to the gallery precisely because the heard about my orientation. I've gone from being someone who avoided any emotional connections to being loving and loved by so many people. My sweet, hot Chili made my life complete and I thank her for it everyday. And, oh, those spicy nights!