0 comments/ 28391 views/ 1 favorites Jordan By: firedream35 Jordan and I had always gotten along at work. We would eat lunch together sometimes in the break room and talk about a million things. She was very beautiful. She had long blonde hair, hazel eyes, and a body to die for. I can't count how many times we would sit there and talk and as she was telling me a story I would be fantasizing about her lying between my legs, licking my clit and wet pussy until I came all over her face. On this particular day she was telling me about a party she was invited to. She asked me if I was interested in going with her. We had things in common, but I didn't really know how many. It was close to 6pm on Saturday and my doorbell rang. Jordan had come to pick me up for the party. She looked incredible. Her hair was down and she had put curls in it. She was wearing this little black mini-skirt and a button up top that her beautiful D cup tits were almost spilling out of. She asked if I was ready to go and I told her I was. As we were walking to the car I had mentioned the skirt she was wearing was very cute on her and wondered if she was wearing a thong under it. She told me she was and lifted her skirt enough so I could see it. I could instantly feel the twinge of my pussy and the need for it to be touched. My panties were getting very wet. She had no idea what she was doing to me, or did she? We arrived at the party. There were actually people I knew from work there. I mingled while Jordan went and talked to a few other people. As the night progressed I had a couple of drinks, I was feeling good, and my inhibitions were floating away. As I walked back up to the bar for another drink, I saw Jordan in the corner making out with some guy. His hand was sliding up her thigh, probably into her little wet thong. I actually got jealous for a minute. After getting my drink I went to sit on the couch with a couple of people I knew to get into their conversation; and to get my mind off the scene I just witnessed. Minutes later Jordan came up to me and told me to follow her. She took my hand and led me to where she wanted to go. We went up the stairs and thru a door into what seemed like a study or library of some sort. There was a desk, a couch, and on the walls, shelves of books. I asked her what was going on and as she closed the door, she pinned me up against it. She started kissing me hard and feverishly. I had no problem with what was going on and I kissed her back, just as hard. My hand happened to do what the other guy's hand had done. It went to her thigh, then worked it's way up her round ass and to the little thong she was wearing. As my hand was groping her ass I made my way into her so called panties. First, in the back, then found my way to the front. My finger slid onto her clit, then down between her legs. Her thong was soaked and her pussy was flowing with her juices. I dove one finger, then another into her. As I was finger fucking her she was kissing and licking my neck. Then her breath started to speed up and she started moaning. With my other hand I was working on unbuttoning her top. Once I did, to my wonderful surprise she was not wearing a bra. Her tits were so soft, round, and her nipples stood so beautifully at attention. I slide down a bit so I could get her rock hard nipple into my mouth. As I sucked on it and bit it, I was still finger fucking her. Within minutes she gasped and said that she was going to cum. That was exactly what I wanted, so I became a little more aggressive with her. I felt her explode on my fingers and her body seemed to go slightly limp. I pulled at her thong and slide it down around her legs and off onto the floor. She did not object. Then I moved her legs apart and went to my knees to lick the juices she has created for me from her drenched cunt. After a few moments of eating her out, she pulled me up to her and started kissing me again. As she pulled back away from me, she looked into my eyes and told me she has thought about doing this for a long time but was not sure how I would react. She thought getting me to this party, getting a few drinks in me to loosen me up would help. I laughed; I told her I had wanted this to happen for a very long time also. I had fantasized about her while jacking off, more than once. She smiled her beautiful smile at me. Jordan walked over and locked the door and led me to the couch. She took off her shirt and her shoes and was only wearing that little black skirt then. She told me it was my turn. As I was sitting on the couch she spread my legs apart. She teased me with her tongue, sliding it up my inner thigh. She lifted my skirt to see my panties. It was a thong also and she seemed to be happy about that. Her tongue was on the outside of it, but licking on where my clit was and gliding down to my wet pussy. After she had me moaning and begging for her to tongue fuck me she obliged me. She moved the little piece of cloth to the side and dove her tongue deep into my wetness. Waves of adrenaline coursed thru me. She could feel me getting close to cumming so she pulled away. She sat up on her knees and told me to sit up. As I did she pulled my shirt off. She started kissing me again and undid my bra. With my tits exposed to her, she proceeded to work her way down my neck, to my nipples. They were so hard and they ached for her to suck on them. She pushed me back on the couch and continued to lick and suck my nipples while her fingers found their way into my soaking wet cunt again. As she continued banging me, she worked her way down my stomach to my swollen clit. Her tongue flicked and licked my clit, while her fingers banged me. She then stuck a finger from her other hand into my ass. I couldn't hold off any longer. My hips started to buck and I exploded cum all over her fingers. As she pulled them out, her tongue went to my hole and fucked it. Within minutes I came again, this time all over her mouth. From cumming so hard my body seemed to go into a very relaxed state. She came up to sit next to me. We kissed feverishly again then she stuck the 2 fingers she fucked me with into my mouth. We were kissing and feasting at the same time. Several minutes later she pulled back from me. She looked into my eyes and told me this was not going to be the last time that this would happen. I agreed with her. We stood up and got ourselves back together. After getting dressed, she came to me and we kissed again. She pulled away and went to the door and unlocked it, She told me we should get back to the party before we were missed. Jordan and Debbie Become a Couple Please don't reproduce this copyrighted work without permission. All the actors in this script are of legal age. This is a work of adult erotic fiction and contains descriptions of sexual acts between consenting adults. If you're under the age of consent where you reside, delete this file immediately. If it is illegal to obtain adult literature where you reside, delete this file immediately. If it's entirely legal for you to read sexually explicit material, I hope you enjoy the story! ________ Thank you all for your continued comments and support for Jordan's exploits. If you haven't already read the previous three installments, I suggest you do so before reading this fourth chapter for purposes of continuity. ________ I couldn't help smile back at her, probably reflecting the same mischievous grin she just flashed me. "Oh, I suspect that's something those two girls do whenever they get the opportunity." As I headed back to my classroom to prepare for my Anatomy class, I wondered what Erika and Lisa would have in store for me today. I had about an hour before it was time for my class to start and as I sat at my desk chewing on a granola bar and staring blindly out the window I started to consider how much my life had changed in the past two days. In ways I never could have imagined I no longer felt like someone who always struggled desperately to fit in. I felt that my life was starting to take on some sort of focus that finally seemed to make sense and, more importantly, I was actually happy for the first time ever; happy in all the areas that were critically important to me, my family, my job and most of all - my love life. Oddly enough, however, in a role where I was supposed to be the teacher, it seemed as if I was the student who was doing all the learning. And although that was perfectly fine with me, I thought about it at great length and realized that maybe I could still have fun teaching someone a thing or two. An idea began to take shape in my head. I became excited about it and anxious to perfect it further, but I knew that in order to pull it off I really needed some major league help. Then in a moment of utter clarity I suddenly knew who I was going to ask for that help. As the sound of the bell shattered the silence in the hallway marking the end of class, the student traffic slowly began to increase and then gradually some familiar faces I recognized from yesterday started reappearing in my classroom. I decided to move out into the hallway so that I could intercept Erika and Lisa before they entered the room, which I suspected would also keep me from making another spectacle of myself, as I so gracefully did yesterday. As I stood at the doorway gazing down the hall it suddenly occurred to me that this might not be the brightest idea I've had yet. I could still vividly recall what happened to me yesterday when I hadn't been mentally prepared when these two vixens first arrived at school. That erotic image damn near had me back-peddling the entire day. The entire day, that is, until Debbie finally put me right back into whack last night. I'd seen both girls earlier today in the parking lot, but in all fairness I'd have to say that I was a bit distracted at the time. I was coping with a mild case of shock after just being caught with Debbie's tongue down my throat and her fingers half-way inside my pussy and my normal perceptive skills were far from where they usually might have been. Although I was immediately relieved once I saw that it was Erika and Lisa instead of anyone else on the planet, I was simply not very observant at the time, so I couldn't remember a thing about what they were wearing. As I watched them heading down the hallway towards my classroom I now realized that was probably for the better, or I might have been a little too distracted today, as well. As it seemed to be the custom in the school, every head turned to follow the two girls as they made their way down the hall, leaving a trail of fantasy stares and open mouths in their wake. I didn't blame any of the students or the teachers or even the Vice Principle who stopped and stared at these two beauties along the way. In many ways looking at a truly beautiful woman was like looking at a piece if artwork or a beautiful sunset, it just never gets old and it never becomes routine. It was only my second day at school and I felt a real connection with these girls and I had to smile as I watched them heading towards me. As was the case yesterday, Erika looked like she was ready for a full fashion photo shoot for Cosmo, even after nearly a full day of attending classes. I don't know how she did it, but if she could bottle and sell it, she'd make a fortune. Although Lisa surrendered nothing to her in the looks department, there was just something almost mystical about the way that Erika moved and acted that let you know that she had been doing the high fashion model gig for a long time. It was as if every step and every fluid movement she made was subliminally choreographed for the photographers who would usually be in attendance to memorialize every frame. What a dramatic difference it must be to grow up looking like that, I thought - envious as hell. Today, as was the case yesterday, Erika was just stunning, but I was beginning to realize that was the rule and not the exception. She was dressed like a Victoria's Secret angel wearing all white, with a plain top that brandished the name of the rock group AC/DC across her chest in black glitter in the heavy metal group's trademark font. Of course, the top stopped a couple inches below her boobs revealing a stomach that was definitely no stranger to hours of physical exercise in the gym. Her dangling gold bauble that was hanging from her pierced navel bounced to and fro, reflecting the light from the recessed florescent ceiling fixtures above. The hem of her white skirt hit her about mid-thigh, maybe even a bit higher I would guess if I had to bet. It had two support straps that were buttoned at the waist. The buttons were made of some large silver coins that I didn't recognize and I guessed their origin was either Icelandic or they might have even been Euros, which I'd never seen before. They weren't overly showy but up close they really caught your attention, as if the rest of the package wouldn't. The straps rode up and over her shoulders, then crisscrossed and retreated down her back before being attached to the backside of her skirt by a second matching pair of silver coins. It created a sort of an overalls' effect and it looked simply adorable on her. Then it struck me that the outfit appeared to mimic something that a much younger school girl might wear and maybe that was why Erika just looked naughty as hell wearing it while she was in her towering stiletto heels and hose. As if all that wasn't enough, the straps were forced off to the sides because of the fullness of her incredible breasts. I could see that Erika was wearing matching white thigh highs that were secured by a pair of white suspender garters that were also visible at least an inch below the hem of her skirt. I thought the entire effort looked sexy as hell and I felt that now familiar itch begin to appear in my loins that could only signal one thing. God, how I really envied her and I knew that I would have sold my soul a dozen times over to look half that incredible on my best day. From where I was standing it appeared as if Erika was wearing white seven inch strapless platform high heels. Just like yesterday I couldn't help but notice that in those towering heels she moved with the grace of a gazelle. I had only been wearing really high heels, which I classify as four inches or higher, for about three years now but I remember how tough it was for me to feel comfortable in them and move about as if it were perfectly natural. Actually, I'm not sure I'm there yet. I even have a pair of clear acrylic eight inch fuck-me platform heels similar to the ones Erika was wearing yesterday that I've never even worn out, mainly because there had been no one in the past who I cared enough about to send such a signal. Actually, the only time I wore them was to practice strutting around in my apartment in Austin, but I remember that I didn't look anything like Erika does when I walked around in them. I guess I'd have to work on that too. As beautiful as Erika looked, perhaps the most noticeable thing about her appearance was the slight splash of color. Her lipstick and her finger nails and toe nails were done in a deep red shade, which made for an incredible contrast against the white background, even from a good distance away. Red was always considered a bit of a naughty color and it wasn't at all out of place on her, I thought with a smile. Lisa was wearing a pair of red satin shorts that must have been at least one or maybe even two sizes too small. I strongly suspected that what those shorts did to her ass would probably be considered obscene in a handful of states, including Wyoming. From where I was standing it looked as if I could even see the cleft of her vagina in those shorts and I thought she just looked incredible. Her short-sleeve pullover top was white, with a detailed silk-screen print of Viggo Mortensen in his Aragorn attire adorning the front. I hadn't gotten to know too much about either Lisa or Erika yet, but I had to admit that I already liked Lisa's taste in movies and I absolutely loved Erika's taste in music. Yes, my daddy did get me hooked on heavy metal music years ago, but I also love Texas' own LeAnn Rimes and I love to listen to country music, as well. Lisa was also wearing a regular pair of four inch red heels and without the high platforms she appeared to be more than a full foot shorter than Erika. She was also wearing white anklets with the tops neatly folded over and the image lent just enough innocence to her appearance that made you just want to run out to the car with her to do every obscene thing you could ever imagine. And of course to complement their erotic persona, and to flame the passion now stirring deep within me even higher, the girls arrived in front of my classroom holding hands. "Well, what ever have we done to merit such a special greeting from the teacher today?" Erika asked in her sexy accent, quickly glancing at Lisa before her eyes came back to rest on mine. As I looked into Erika's beautiful blue eyes I couldn't help drawing the inevitable comparisons with Debbie's warm and loving brown eyes, eyes that I knew I'd fallen in love with. In fact, I was not exactly sure what there was about Erika that caused every single hair on my arms to stand up the way they did when she was around. I guess I've never met someone like her before, hell – outside the Playboy Mansion I didn't even know people like this existed in the real world. I guess to sum it up I'd have to say that Erika would be the woman of your wildest fantasies or dreams, and I truly prayed that I'd get a chance to experience her at least once before the end of the school year and hopefully much sooner. Debbie, on the other hand, would be the girl you'd want to see sleeping next to you every night. The girl you'd like to come home to after working all day; the girl you'd like to spend the rest of your life with. Anyway, Erika's eyes sparkled in a way that was much different than Debbie's. They were daring and constantly full of adventure or perhaps they even some element of danger or risk. To look into them you just knew that whatever it was you wanted, it was always on the menu. I simply couldn't imagine the energy level Lisa must have to keep up with this gorgeous creature and that realization caused me to develop an immediate respect and a form of adoration for her that I hadn't previously considered. All that said, I'd still never change my present lover for anything or anyone, but there's nothing wrong with a little harmless fantasy every now and then. Enough of the comparisons for now and back to the moment at hand. This blond goddess standing only a couple feet from me had a tremendous arsenal of weapons and it was obvious that she knew how to use each one. She was now flashing her most erotic smile at me, as if she already knew the answer to her question. In fact, I suspected that this was a woman who did not generally ask questions unless she already knew the answers. I smiled at her but I remained quiet for long moment as I continued to watch the stud through her tongue move up and down as she spoke each word. It almost had a hypnotic effect on me. Then I noticed something I hadn't before. As Erika was waiting patiently for my reply, the stud in her tongue kept raking across the top row of her teeth making a clicking sound that was barely audible, yet highly sensual. I just wanted to stand there staring at this woman and I might have continued to do so, but then the bell rang for a final time signaling the start of class. Thank god I was the teacher or now we'd all need a late pass. I guess the inmates were finally in charge of the asylum. I gathered my wits about me and leaned towards them. "Ladies, first of all, thank you for your discretion earlier to today. Needless to say, Ms. Masters and I are very grateful." They shot each other a quick glance before smiling back at me without saying a word. In a strange way their silence almost seemed to suggest that they were welcoming me on the team and what they did was really no big deal. "Listen, I'd like to speak to you both tonight if you're not too busy doing your Anatomy homework. They each smiled, catching my tongue-in-cheek sense of humor. How about if we go out to dinner where we can talk about it outside of school, of course it would be my treat?" While Lisa turned to gage Erika's reaction to the invitation, Erika's eyes remained fixed on mine as if she was studying my face, searching for some sort of indication of exactly what I might have in mind. As I continued to watch her, her erotic smile never once left that beautiful face. "Ms. Peters, we would love to go to dinner with you and . . . whatever else you might have in mind." The tone of her voice almost sounded coy, but her response could not have been more laden with sexual overtones and innuendo, then if she'd been standing in front of me totally naked wearing a strap-on. No matter what sort of interaction I seemed to have with this girl, it always seemed to have an incredibly seductive effect on me and this conversation in the middle of the hallway was certainly no exception. I managed a smile and then I remembered to also move my mouth, as well. "Wonderful, why don't you give me your cell number Erika and I'll call you by about 4:30 and tell you where we can meet. Is 5:00 pm okay with you ladies? I usually get up at 5:00 in the morning to go jogging, so I try to get to bed no later than ten." Instead of verbalizing a response, Erika reached in her purse and pulled out her lipstick with her left hand. Then she reached for my hand and held it as she wrote her cell number across the top. Hmmm, a lefty like myself, I thought, enjoying any similarity I might even remotely share with this beauty. Then she smiled down at me and started to head into the classroom behind Lisa. As I stared at the telephone number on the back of my hand I suddenly remembered that there was just one more thing that I had to tell her before she went inside the classroom. I reached for her and caught her elbow, which caused her to stop in her tracks. She immediately turned to face me, standing only a couple feet outside the open doorway. I took her hand and moved her back into the hallway for some measure of privacy, as if that was possible anywhere near this woman. She responded by taking my hand in hers and suddenly we were actually holding hands in school with people passing by all around us. To me the feeling seemed like I was holding a live wire and I could feel the current of the woman's sexual energy coursing into my body. Because of the cost involved, we never went out to eat very often when I was a kid and since food was never very important to me I was totally okay with that. But when I turned sixteen my folks surprised me by taking me out to eat in a really nice place that had a huge buffet. But what I really remember the most about that place was the dessert buffet against the far wall. It wasn't as large as the regular buffet, but I was suitably impressed. Anyway, I remember not eating much dinner because I was saving room for my dessert. I'd passed by the dessert buffet a couple times and I just couldn't make up my mind about what I wanted. In truth I actually wanted to try everything on that table, but I realized that was a rather unrealistic solution, so after studying the items for about fifteen minutes I finally selected three things that I wanted to try more than any of the others. Now here I was, six years after we went to that buffet, and I can still remember drooling over those desserts and taking all that time to finally make up my mind. Okay, stay with me here, there's a point to this silly food thing. As I stood only inches in front of Erika now with no other distractions, I felt like a kid once again staring at that crazy dessert buffet. I knew I was a brand new member to the club, but already I wanted to do everything sexually imaginable with this vixen and as I looked at her I did not even know where to start. We were only inches apart now and this was as close to Erika as I had ever been, with the exception of sucking her finger in the classroom yesterday, which I didn't really count since I was sitting down at the time and the entire episode resulted in an incredible out-of-body experience for me. Anyway, I'm sure we've all seen instances where we've noticed that some of the women we've always considered beautiful were a little deceptive in their appearance. What I mean by that is that once you finally got up close to them you realize they're doing it all with mirrors. They put their make-up on thick enough to cover every slight imperfection and soon you have no idea where the actual woman stops and the make-up begins. That was definitely not the case with Erika. With the exception of her eye makeup and lipstick, this woman needed no such help to achieve total perfection. I knew I liked Erika's taste in music and I also loved her seemingly endless patience with me. As she stood before me waiting quietly for me to tell her why I pulled her back out into the hallway I continued to stare at her with the adoring eyes of a little puppy dog. I had no idea how long I stood there ogling at her, but she never showed even the least bit of impatience towards me and I really appreciated that virtue. That said, even I knew it was time to finally open my mouth and stop fantasizing. Speak Jordan, try and say something - anything. "Erika, I want you know that I think what we did in class yesterday was one of the most wonderful and erotic things I ever did in my life and I'd be deliriously happy to do that again and much, much more with you - anytime. Anytime, that is, except in this classroom. You appear to be an extraordinarily bright woman and I'm sure you already know the effect you have on me sexually, but please don't get too playful with me in there." I said, as I motioned towards the classroom with my hand. "In order to keep my job I really need to teach that class and not become an emotional wreck like I was yesterday. Oh, and by the way, I never got the chance to respond to you yesterday, but yes – I absolutely loved the way you tasted." I smiled at her warmly at her and it seemed like so many unspoken words passed between us at that instant. Her smile seemed to grow even wider, as she appeared to enjoy seeing me raise the white flag, while I revealed my unbridled honesty with her regarding my emotions. Then she said, "I find you incredibly attractive Ms. Peters, but from now on I'll try to restrain myself when I'm in your class." Jordan and Debbie Become a Couple I smiled as I breathed a visible sigh of relief. The last thing I wanted to do was offend her. I was so glad to see that she was every bit as mature as I suspected she was. Then I realized she had just told me she found me attractive – incredibly attractive in fact, and if we were anywhere else except about to enter my classroom I was certain I would have acted on that information immediately. "Oh, and one more thing. When we're outside this classroom please feel free to call me Jordan and you can call Ms. Masters Debbie." I don't exactly know how it was possible, but I had forgotten that Erika was still holding my hand. Just as I was about to turn and head into the classroom I was immediately reminded of her grasp when she didn't let go. I turned back to her and she made eye contact with me once again. "I'm really looking forward to our dinner together, Jordan." And as she said my name in her Icelandic accent I could feel her thumb nail digging sharply into my palm. Under normal circumstances I might have considered the gesture to be a bit rough or maybe even somewhat unpleasant, but any interaction with Erika was anything but a normal circumstance. I immediately felt myself getting wet down below from the contact. Then as quickly as she had started the episode she stopped it and then walked into the classroom ahead of me. I know that guys are supposed to be the visual creatures of the species, while women are more emotionally directed, but that dichotomy meant precious little to me now as I walked into the classroom behind Erika, trying once again to compose myself. I was a late bloomer in many respects. I may have already mentioned to you that by the time I was in college I thought that my legs were really terrific as a result of running more than thirty-five miles a week and I had several guys that I dated who always begged me to wear high heels when we went out, telling me how incredibly sexy they made my legs look. Sometimes I relented and other times I just didn't give a shit about the guy enough to go out of my way at all. It wasn't until one of those guys actually took me to a topless club in Austin one Friday night that I finally realized exactly what they had been telling me. Watching those sexy women strut their stuff on the stage in their stilettos was an incredible turn on to me. Now seeing Erika's long legs moving in those heels I was sensing the emergence of a fetish within me that I never might have imagined existed; a fetish I knew I would definitely pursue as soon as the opportunity would present itself. Bless her heart Erika remained true to her word, although I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was thinking about taunting me a time or two. All-in-all the beauty sat directly in front of me for fifty minutes and basically kept her sexy long legs crossed the entire time, although the truth be known – I was actually disappointed. The reprieve did, however, allow me to actually present myself as a teacher for the first time in two days and I thought I did a pretty decent job. I had one last surprise before the bell rang, as we started to actually get into the substantive part of the course and Erika demonstrated that her knowledge of human anatomy was vastly superior to anyone else in the class, except of course for their talented instructor. Okay, wipe the smirk off your face, that's not exactly what I was referring to or where this is going. Anyway, the difference was so dramatic that I actually commented to her about it during class and asked her what had spawned such interest on her behalf. Without a moment's worth of deliberation she replied, "My father is a læknir – sorry, I mean a physician, and I plan on going into the family business." There you have it folks, beauty and brains. Wow, was I feeling rather inferior by the time that class finally ended. I headed over to Debbie's classroom after doing some paperwork for my freshman biology class and found her sitting at her desk reviewing a physic's textbook in preparation for her class. Of course it was the same desk that I was sitting on when she caused me to become weak-kneed at lunchtime, but this was definitely not the same person that was sitting here at lunch. This was Debbie the teacher, not at all to be confused with Debbie, my sex-starved lover. I think I was beginning to develop an appreciation for the terrific balance she has always been able to maintain. One minute she could be my absolute soul mate and incite the wildest passion within me, but then she could turn it all off and conduct herself like a Memorial High School faculty member. It made me realize that I still had some maturing to do in that department, but I wasn't exactly in a rush. There are very few things I'm immodest about, but one of them is my academic performance. I worked terribly hard to graduate with honors, certainly not an easy task at UT Austin, the finest university in the civilized world. I basically waltzed through my math and science classes without ever looking back, but for some reason physics always had a tendency to really intimidate the heck out of me. As a consequence, I had to work twice as hard in my physic's classes to get the same grades I received in my other science classes with far less effort. In other words, I hope that I never have to teach that course. As I entered Debbie's classroom and silently watched her scouring over her textbook with ease, I had one of my rare moments of clarity. Debbie and I were now lovers and we were together on an entirely different level than ever before. It made me realize that I had actually forgotten just how incredibly smart she was. This was the woman who I not only had a crush on during high school, but she was the person I thought represented the perfect standard for teachers everywhere. No matter what else we ever did together, I never wanted to forget the fact that since ninth grade she has been my mentor and greatest inspiration. I knew I needed to tell her that sometime when the comment would not get lost in the wonderful romantic and emotional traffic that seemed to constantly exist between and around us. "Hey you," I said aloud breaking the silence, as I strolled into her classroom, now more aware of the clicking sound of my heels on the tile floor than ever before. Although I startled her slightly as she looked up from the textbook, she showed no hint of annoyance. She was all smiles and genuinely glad to see me. I sat down in the same desk I was in twenty-four hours earlier. What a difference a day made, I thought quietly. "Hey gorgeous, how was your day?" She asked me, but it wasn't just an idle question. You could tell looking into her eyes that she really wanted to know the answer. I glanced at the door and realized I hadn't closed it, so I knew I had to be somewhat discreet. Debbie followed my eyes all the way to the door and immediately read my mind. She stood up and walked over to the door and shut it and then came back to her desk and slid into her seat with her usual grace that I always envied. "I certainly wouldn't want to stifle your creative juices with an open door. Now let's start all over, how was your day?" She asked again. Yup, I damn well knew that I was in love with this woman. I have never been so connected with a person in my life and each moment I was around her I was convinced we were meant to be together. I smiled back at her in a special way that I started reserving only for her. It was really easy for me to smile at her, since she made me feel terrific just being myself. "Well, outside of several terrific orgasms, I think it was all rather routine." A half smile fell across her face. "Might I inquire, are we talking about the same orgasms that you had in this classroom at lunchtime, or has anything happened in your anatomy class that has now trumped that mid-day pleasure fest for you?" I wanted to stand up and move towards her, but I knew if I did I would never want to leave her to go and meet Erika and Lisa for dinner. Then I realized I had to stop thinking such romantic thoughts and start sharing them with the one person in the world I truly cared about. "No, I was actually thinking about the incredible lovemaking experience I was treated to hours earlier in this very room." I chimed back as coyly as possible. Her smile broadened. "I was also thinking about how much I would like to come over to your desk and fall into your arms and kiss you all over and then re-live every single thing that we did earlier today, but sadly - I can't do that right now." Once I said it I immediately knew it would probably provoke an inquiry, but I was totally fine with that. She seemed to consider my curious comment for just a moment before responding. "Well, that's certainly not good. What would prevent a sex-starved high school teacher like you, with a freshly shaved pussy that's just begging for all sorts of attention, from engaging in such promiscuous behavior this late in the day? Surely it has nothing to do with the moral's clause in our employment contract – does it?" I considered my response for a moment. "Here's the thing. I have a date with Erika and Lisa tonight for dinner. I wanted to ask them over to your house for either Friday night or Saturday night as you suggested earlier, but if they come I really want to plan something special. Special for you, that is. So, I really don't want you to know about it until the time finally arrives. Are you okay with that?" Debbie smiled at me with that gleam in her eyes then she laughed aloud for a second before she finally spoke. "Let me get this straight. You want to meet with Erika and Lisa tonight for dinner to discuss coming over to my house this weekend and while you're doing all that you want to arrange a special surprise somewhere in there for me? Do I have that about right?" I looked at her and thought about her question for an instant. It almost made me feel like I was back in her class again trying to make certain it wasn't a trick question. "Yup, I think you about got it." "Baby, of course I'm okay with that. I can't tell you how flattered I am that you would go to any extra trouble for me. But I would like to get together with you later if that's possible. I think in light of out new developing relationship I think we need to talk and I honesty mean talk." I think she immediately was concerned that I might take that comment the wrong way, because she quickly tried to soften it, but it was like trying to re-bag the cat. "What I mean to say is, we've both said a lot to each other in the throes of passion – after some really great sex and multiple orgasms, and I think we should have the same discussion without all that baggage, just to be on the safe side that we're both looking at it clearly." I don't know why exactly, but I didn't like the sound of that one single bit and I had no clue where Debbie was heading with it. It was either a nice way for her to let me down easy with the 'I just wanna be friends line,' or she wanted to make certain that I had a chance to back out, just in case I never really meant what I said to her during my periods of euphoric bliss. I guess because of my over abundance of self esteem I felt like I could be dancing on the head of an emotional pin here, but I made the decision that I wasn't going to hold anything back. "Okay, point of clarification first. Are you suggesting that you and I have a discussion to explore the feelings that we might actually have for each other, but to make sure that we have that discussion without engaging in any sex or romance, just in case the sex or romance might color what we have to really say or the way we feel towards the other? Is that what you're asking me?" Debbie had no idea how to respond to me, because she was unsure where I was heading with my question. "Ahhh, I think that's about it, yes." I studied her expression for a moment. It was the first time since we made love the night before that I actually had a growing uneasiness. For unlike Erika, I wasn't at all sure I actually knew the answer to these types of questions. "Okay then if you don't mind, I'm ready to have that discussion right here and now and I'd like to go first." My directness seemed to take her totally by surprise again and she didn't know how to immediately respond. She took another moment to consider my remark and then she closed her textbook and neatly folded her hands on top of the book and looked at me. I could tell she didn't know whether to smile or not and I thought I was seeing the same fear in her eyes that I was now feeling in the very depth of my soul. She nodded towards me without saying a word and then remained straight mouthed. I put my elbows up on the desk and folded my hands in front of my mouth for a moment, considering how I would begin. It dawned on me that this was the first serious conversation I ever had with a human being about a relationship and I wanted to be sure I said all the right things. "Last night I had the unique privilege to experience something very special. I'm not just referring to the physical acts of intimacy that you and I shared yesterday and even today, I'm referring to much more than that. I know I'm only twenty-two and I know that there's a little bit of an age difference between us, but for the first time in my life I feel as if I may have met my soul mate." I fought the urge to look at Debbie, because I wasn't totally convinced that my confession would be well received by her and if I saw the slightest bit of resistance I knew I'd fold. "I told you earlier today that I loved you and I guess it's easy to suspect that such a confession might in fact be the direct result of the intense physical pleasure I receive from you each and every time we touch each other, but the truth is – that one word alone hardly describes the intensity of the feelings I have for you now and have probably had for you for years. I want you in my life at any level of involvement. If you don't want me as your exclusive lover, I'm willing to take you under any conditions you might insist upon. I realize I don't have a vast amount of experience to draw from here, but I'm absolutely certain that I would love nothing more than to spend the rest of my life growing old with you." I thought I had a lot of good stuff to tell her, stuff that really came from my heart and reflected the intensity of the feelings that I had for her. But it finally became difficult for me to bare my soul to her as freely as I'd hoped and I started to tear up and then I started to cry and then I started to cry a lot. I'm not usually very emotional and I'm not a big crier, but here I was being both emotional as hell and crying my eyes out. All of a sudden I was desperately afraid of losing what I thought I had finally found. The next thing I knew Debbie's arms were around me and they were pulling me towards her. I can't explain what there was about physical contact with that woman, but it always simply took my breath away. I moved my head from my hands to her shoulder and continued to cry uncontrollably. "Don't cry baby, I promise everything between us will be alright." I heard her words and I was instinctively trying to stop my tears and a few minutes later I was finally successful, although my makeup paid a dear price. Then I felt her lips by my ear as she began softly whispering to me. "Jordan, I'm so sorry baby. I guess I'm not terribly good at all this and you'll have to help me develop those skills." She paused for a moment to collect her thoughts. "Despite being married for four years I always knew that I was gay. The first love of my life left me during our last year in college together, after finally yielding to the pressure that was placed on her by her parents. I had opened myself up to her in ways I never imagined possible and when she left me I never thought I'd heal or get over the intense pain I felt from that loss. There was a lot of crying and one serious suicide attempt. I was truly a basket case and I'm certainly not proud of admitting any of this to you." "I eventually married Andy several years later against my better judgment and I was a terrible wife to him because I never loved him and as you might imagine the sex for each of us was not terribly memorable. Of course I told you otherwise, because I had no choice – the truth at that time was simply not an option." "And then out of nowhere you entered my life again, Jordan. Yes, I'm older than you and I guess that's why this relationship scares me a lot more than it does you. I don't think I could stand to lose someone again to whom I was so totally committed and I guess that's why I keep pulling you in and then trying to push you away with my crazy passive-aggressive conduct. I guess it seems to me that if I keep asking you if you're sure about this and you keep coming back, then we're truly meant to be together. I'm sorry I'm putting you through all this mental torture and I'm sorrier that I made you cry. I've handled this badly." I pushed myself off of her shoulder slightly so that I could look into her beautiful eyes that I could see were now nearly as moist as mine were. I wasn't angry or upset with her, I was sad that I could not make her realize the depth of my feelings for her and I realized I would have to do all I could to make sure I erased her doubts. "Debbie, what can I do for you – or to you, to make you comfortable with my feelings about us?" I think the frankness of the question surprised her, because she didn't have an immediate response, so I continued probing a little deeper. "Debbie, the sex between us is absolutely incredible. I know I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't want you to be insecure about my feelings for you, so please try and tell me - what can I possibly do to prove the sincerity of those feelings towards you?" I could tell she had an answer, but she was holding back. I needed to prod her a little more if there was any chance to finally slay this beast once and for all. "I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to know. C'mon, tell me what it is I can do." I urged once again. She lowered her eyes from mine and looked down to the floor as she considered her response. Then a moment later she spoke and her words were tentative. "Do you think you might like to have a roommate?" God, I had so hoped to hear her ask me that question. I took my hand and placed it on her face and gently redirected her gaze back to me. When our eyes met I whispered in the most loving tone I could muster. "Are you asking me to move in with you and Satan, or are you suggesting that you move in with me over at my parent's house?" Okay, as you can tell I was starting to regain a little control of the situation, so I wanted to infuse some humor into the conversation. It worked, because she actually laughed aloud and her killer smile returned. "I think I meant that you would come to live with me in my house." She replied, recognizing that it was actually a rhetorical question. "Let me be sure I understand the offer here. Are you giving me a chance to move in with the woman I love, so I can spend every moment with her when we're not at work? Are you telling me that your beautiful face will be the last thing I see at night before I go to sleep and the first thing I see every morning when I wake up. Is that the offer that's currently on the table?" She wiped a tear from her eye with the back of her hand and nodded. "That's the best I can do, take it or leave it!" "God, I was so hoping after last night that you'd ask me that question. Of course I would love to live with you, but is that the level of commitment that you're really searching for from me?" We were still holding each other fairly tightly and the awkwardness of the situation seemed as if it was finally starting to pass. My immediate thought was that I really wanted to ravage her beautiful body and make passionate love to her right here in her classroom, but I didn't want to turn this heart-felt moment into a prelude to just another sexual encounter and run the risk that it might dilute the things I had just told her. Jordan and Debbie Become a Couple "It's a start I guess and we'll just have to go from there." She said, almost demurely. I thought we should have been happier after the kind of conversation we just had, but I realized that Debbie's emotional baggage would just be one of the costs I'd have to pay if I wanted a relationship with her. The truth was, she was worth it to me and no price would have been too high. "Look, I'll call you tonight when I get home and let you know what the plan is for the weekend. Then sometime over the next couple days - if you haven't changed your mind about this whole roommate thing, then I'll move in. Does that work for you?" She moved her head towards me and we kissed softly. Then she broke the kiss and started to plant light kisses all around my mouth in a most sensual manner. "You sure I can't get you to change your dinner plans and come over for some charred lasagna?" In every bit of humor there's a little bit of truth. I suspected she would have really liked it if I had changed my plans and went home with her, but I did have something much grander in mind and I knew that if it went down as I had hoped it would, she'd truly love it. "After tonight you'll be so tired of me that you'll probably be willing to pay someone to take me out for a night to give you a break." As I motioned with my hand Debbie caught sight of Erika's number and looked at it with a curious expression. I caught her staring at my hand and I immediately knew what prompted that expression. I held my hand up so she could see the telephone number more clearly. "It's Erika's cell phone number. I told her I'd call her about . . . " I turned to look up at the clock, unaware how long I had been sitting there. "About now, actually." I pulled my cell phone from my purse and made the call in front of Debbie, so she could see it was exactly what I said it was, and then I stood up and got ready leave. "You'd better save that number girl, it's easily worth more in this school than gold." She said, just before I gave her the most passionate kiss of the afternoon. "Oh great, you kiss me like that and then you run off and leave me. What's a girl to do?" She said with a half-smile. I smiled back at her and kissed her again with the same level of intensity, but this time to shut her up more than anything else. Then I stood up and headed for the door, trying to walk as sexily in my heels as Erika did in hers. When I opened the door I turned to face her and said. "Remember, I'll call you when I get home tonight. Okay?" She smiled and nodded and then I was gone. When I called Erika in Debbie's classroom I suggested we all me at a new restaurant several miles from the school that was really hyping their steaks and their Tex-Mex menu. I know it's hard anymore to find a woman who'll eat anything more than a salad, but that's not a problem for this girl. I'm from Texas and I love red meat and I don't care what it does to my cholesterol level. Hell, you wanna live forever? Besides, I should have some sort of benefit for all the running and sit-ups I do. I was really curious, however, about what the girls would eat. Although they certainly had great figures, as a professional model it looked as if Erika had been taking care of her body for a while. Of course you'd never mistake her for anything but a woman, but she had some great muscle tone and definition without sacrificing her femininity, which – okay, are you all ready for this, was exactly the kind of look I was going for and actually thought I had achieved until I saw how it looked on her. Now I realized I wasn't exactly there yet, but that was okay too. After cleaning up my makeup, I drove over to the restaurant and parked in the back row to protect my new car. I sat there waiting and listening to my new audio book from my absolute favorite male author Nelson DeMille, when a late model Corvette pulled up in the empty spot next to me. Before you become overly impressed about my knowledge of cars, let me just add one thing to put it all in perspective. Outside of my own car and now Debbie's SUV and perhaps even a Volkswagen Bug I don't think I could identify or recognize another domestic or foreign car on the road. However, if you live in this country and you can't identify a Corvette I think you're either under the age of ten or you must be from Wyoming. Even as a female I think it's a car that's almost as connected with our culture and recent history, as is rock-n-roll or the miniskirt. Anyway, that's how I knew what kind of car pulled in next to me. I normally would not have paid much attention to the car either except the top was down and there was a drop-dead gorgeous blond in the driver's seat and she waved over at me as she pulled in. Yup, you guessed it. I turned off my DeMille tape and got out of my car and headed over to Erika's car and then I was taken completely by surprise for two unrelated reasons. First, she was actually without Lisa and it was the first time I'd seen her alone. Secondly, the way she was dressed was unlike anything I could ever have imagined for her. I was actually hoping she'd still be in the outfit she was wearing in school, since she looked so hot and it had such an obvious affect on me, but this was nothing like what I expected. Erika got out of the car wearing a two piece black spandex outfit obviously made for the gym, high white socks, tennis shoes, a black headband and a black towel draped across her shoulders. I didn't even know towels came in black. She smiled as I came up to her and we hugged and for the first time I could gage her real height against mine. Even with my heels on, in tennis shoes she still stood at least four or five inches higher. "Sweetie, I have to ask you this, how tall are you?" I know it was a silly question, but I just wanted to know everything about this woman there was to know. She smiled at me as she sat back down into her car seat and began pulling her tennis shoes and socks off and slipping into a pair of black flip flops. "I'm nearly 185.5 centimeters . . . converted from metric that would be about 73 inches." Wow, I thought, that was a lot of woman sitting there in that car. In bare feet she towered over me by seven inches and she had Debbie by at least three inches. There were a lot of other things buzzing around in my head at that particular moment, but one of the first things that amazed me was the fact that even this woman's workout attire was perfectly color coordinated. I usually do my workouts in a pair of old gray gym shorts and trade off between a Longhorns' tee shirt and a Chi Omega tee-shirt. It's not that I was ever in that sorority; I was never pretty enough. But I got the shirt from a girlfriend when I was an undergraduate and – I know this sounds a little lame, it made me feel more attractive just to imagine that people might think I was actually a Chi O. Now looking at the way Erika was attired I had to make sure that I never worked out with her. "Where's Lisa?" I asked, as Erika finished slipping into her flip-flops and finished toweling herself off. "She did not know that her parents had other plans for them." She said, over her slightly labored breathing. "Gee Erika, I didn't mean to interrupt your workout, we could meet later if it's more convenient. She shook her head and threw the towel behind her seat. "It's fine. I just ran today, tomorrow is the tough workout day again. Sorry for the outfit, but I ran out of time. I did call over here though to be sure this would be acceptable and they said it was fine. I looked at Erika standing there arming the alarm on her car and it occurred to me that this was probably the first woman I ever knew who was incapable of looking bad under any circumstances. I know I never had a bad hair day, but can you imagine what it would be like to look that incredible, regardless of how much or how little effort you invested. They're right about rule number one, life is definitely not fair. "Running huh, how far do you go?" I asked, trying to be as subtle as I could in my inquiry. Okay, those of you who have really gotten to know me through my tales of woe know exactly where I was going here. I was desperately hoping there was something in the universe that I could do better than this girl. It just didn't seem fair to me that someone could look like this, be as smart as she was and also be a star athlete. "I did five miles." She replied, which sent an immediate thrill through my body, which sadly was to be short lived. "I usually do the course twice, but I just did not have enough time today." She said, finishing her thought. That was it for me. I now knew for a certainty that somewhere on this planet someone was breeding a super human race to take over and I happened to run into one of the advance scouts. I can only imagine her report back. "It's a piece of cake, go ahead and send in the 'B' team." The restaurant was the type that had the tables located throughout a honeycomb maze, which although was not the best use of space, you felt like you had a lot of privacy wherever you were seated. I felt that Erika and I were totally alone in the place, but if you stood up and looked over the almost five foot tall wooden partition that nearly enclosed us you'd see someone less than a foot away on the other side. It was a neat design actually and you've probably seen it in use somewhere else already. We ordered from a waiter that might have even gone to high school in our same district who also seemed a bit on the feminine side. In fact, it suddenly occurred to me that he might even be a student at our school, though I certainly did not recognize him. I ordered a sixteen ounce sirloin, on the rare side of medium. Erika surprised me slightly with a surf and turf kind of thing. We both ordered baked potatoes and two large glasses of raspberry flavored iced tea. I didn't think I was terribly hungry when we walked in, but with all the wonderful smells circulating throughout the restaurant I think I was finally salivating, or perhaps that was from staring at Erika seated across the table. Okay, don't freak out over this comment because it has absolutely nothing to do with my feelings for Debbie, but as I sat there with Erika sharing pieces of our lives with each other I felt as if I had to pinch myself. Years ago a woman who looked like this would not have given me the time of day, yet now here I had her all to myself. It wasn't until that very moment that I realized how glad I was that Lisa didn't come along. "I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but I'm really glad Lisa was not able to come. I was looking forward to the opportunity to get to know you better." I said sheepishly. I didn't mean it as a come on, but as the words passed over my lips I realized that it sounded exactly like that. I immediately tried to assuage any bad impressions it might have given her. "I mean . . . " I quickly began, before she interrupted me by reaching across the table and placing two of her fingers over my mouth. "It's okay, relax." She said, but it was not about what she said. A couple days ago I would have been too naïve about what was happening here, but this time I knew immediately. I was able to smell Erika's scent on her fingers as soon as they touched my face and my juices started to flow immediately. I instinctively opened my mouth to savor her taste and she slowly plunged both fingers inside. I closed my eyes and started to suck on them, while she used her long nails to work their magic on my tongue. I don't have any excuse for myself, except to admit that no one has ever had such an affect on me and all I could do was surrender completely to this woman. Then she proved her true athletic prowess, as I felt her bare foot move under my skirt and against my pantyless crotch. It happened without any warning and I immediately opened my eyes and jumped just a bit at the unexpected intrusion. After my initial surprise, I realized that I had subconsciously parted my thighs as far as I could for her, opening my eyes briefly to gage her reaction. She was staring at me with that incredibly erotic smile on her face, but she was doing one other thing that surprised, yet delighted me. She was using her free hand to play with her nipple that was now fully exposed. I thought I was in sheer ecstasy sucking on Erika's fingers and having her toes play with my pussy, but then it got even better. I felt Erika's toes start to work their way inside my wet pussy and suddenly my eyes shot open again and I was staring at her across the table. She seemed so detached, smiling warmly at me and playing with her nipple. It was almost as if she wasn't even attached to the limb that was driving me crazy under the table. I closed my eyes again allowing Erika to have her way with me. As her foot forced its way deeper inside me I felt myself pushing against it. I didn't know I could stretch enough to accommodate so much of her foot, but when I looked down at the sight in my lap I could see that her foot was inside me all the way to her instep. I thought I would cum right then, thinking about her beautiful foot with the red painted toenails inside my sexual center. Then she started to play. I knew the moans I was hearing were mine and I was starting to have an out of body experience. That was when the food arrived. I can only imagine how the whole scene must have looked to the waiter, as Erika's fingers were deep inside my mouth and her finger massaging her nipple. I had no idea whether he saw anything below the table or not, but I realized that I was too turned on to care. I heard Erika say something to him, but I had no idea what it was and then he answered her and then we were alone again or at least it appeared that way. I really had to admire her, while the food was being delivered to our table Erika never stopped what she was doing to me or to herself. She never felt the need to remove her fingers from my mouth and her foot kept playing inside my pussy without missing a beat. All the while I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I barely opened my eyes and they immediately met Erika's, as she stared back at me. I suspected that she had never removed them from me, as she watched me get closer and closer to my climax. I wasn't exactly sure, but I thought she too appeared to be a little turned on, but my focus at the time was rather one dimensional. I knew I was only moments from experiencing a violent climax, as my body began to prepare itself. That was when I felt as if I had a bucket of icy cold water thrown on me. At the same instant Erika's fingers were pulled from my mouth I felt her foot begin to slowly withdraw from my incredibly wet pussy. When I suddenly realized what had happened, my eyes shot open in a panic but there was no one sitting across the table from me. Then I felt it. Erika had slid down under the table and had planted her mouth firmly against my pussy. As I looked down into my lap and saw that beautiful face fucking me with her tongue and I exploded. I knew that I nearly passed out for an instant but when I regained conscious thought Erika was still eating me as if she couldn't get enough. That was when my body was rocked with a second orgasm and I reached down and put my hands behind her head and forced her face even harder against my pussy. She seemed to respond enthusiastically, because I felt her drive her tongue even deeper and she sucked on me even harder. As my body began to calm down and I thought I was ready to get off my magic carpet ride, Erika sucked my engorged clit into her mouth and started to focus her considerable talents on it. The feeling was intense and I thought I might be too sensitive to cum again, but then Erika began to intentionally drag the stud in her tongue across my clit and I had the most violent orgasm yet. It was so intense I subconsciously did to Erika what Debbie had done to me by wrapping my thighs around her head and trying to pull her deep inside me. I was in a similar position just last night and I knew how tough it was to breath in that position, but you would have never known it from her reaction, as she continued to masterfully suck and play with my clit without missing a beat. After three intense orgasms I was spent and she must have sensed it. Her intensity gradually lessened and she started to gently lick and kiss around the outside of my pussy. It was so gentle and loving that I just watched her while I used both hands to caress her face. After several minutes of kissing me down there she looked up and gave me that erotic smile of hers and I smiled back. Then she scooted back into her seat and took a long sip of her tea. "Before we eat I need to run to the bathroom. I drank three liters of water after running and I'm about to burst." Erika said, as she stood and headed off to find the restroom, remembering to first slip into her flip-flops. The waiter came by to check on us and I ran into him on my way following Erika to the bathroom. "Don't touch our food, we're going to the restroom and we'll be back in just a bit." When I entered the restroom there were four stalls and only the one against the wall was closed. I went up to it and knocked and said "hey its Jordan, open the door." I heard the latch slide open and when the door opened slightly Erika was standing there with her workout pants pulled down to her thighs looking a tad curious. It was the first time that I think I actually took her by surprise and I was simply delighted. I stepped into the stall and locked the door behind me, before using my hand to move her backwards until she had no where else to go. Then she sat back down on the commode. I kneeled in front of her and pulled her shorts completely off of her and parted her thighs. For an instant I stared at her pussy and I could see how wet she was and I was unable to restrain myself for another instant. I moved my head down and began to kiss and caress the outside of her pussy. I licked and sucked on her outside folds exactly as I did with Debbie the night before, using my hand to try and enhance her pleasure. I felt her respiration quicken and then I heard the sound of soft moans coming from her mouth. From this woman, those sounds were simply music to my ears. I wanted this to be my masterpiece. I wanted this woman to say I was the best she ever had. I wanted to give her multiple orgasms. I was intent on doing everything I could to please her, regardless of what it might take me. Within minutes she had twisted her body backwards slightly to allow my finger to penetrate her ass. I didn't think it was possible, but I worked myself into a position where I was fucking her with my tongue, while my finger was penetrating deeply onto her ass. My free hand had found its way under her top and it was lightly pinching her nipples, alternating from one to the other. After working at it I found myself actually fall into a rhythm and I could feel that I was able to handle all three activities without being overly consumed by doing any one single thing. I had no concept of time and while I was making love to my goddess I heard several people in the background entering and leaving the bathroom and I realized I simply didn't care. I didn't care if they heard us, saw us or even smelled us. The only thing I cared about in my universe at that moment was pleasuring this incredible woman. When I felt her hand moving to the back of my head I knew she was getting close. I had no idea how long we had been there, but I did sense that my jaw was getting a little tired. But as far as fatigue went, there was no way in the world that I would allow myself to collapse before Erika reached her climax. As I sucked her clit into my mouth and ran my lips over it repeatedly, I felt her hand pull my head in as far as physical science would allow and then I felt her body tremble and she began to moan. Jordan and Debbie Become a Couple "Yes, there . . . just like that." She said with labored breaths. Then she startled me when she yelled that she cumming and she yelled it pretty damn loudly. The entire experience was such a turn on for me that I even felt a small orgasm surge through my body when I heard her yell that she was cumming. I thought Erika would be on cloud nine for a while, so I remained busy kissing her pussy and licking up her fluids where I was playing. Then I heard her whisper to me. "Get up lover." I liked the sound of that and I wanted to bask in the glow of those words for a moment, but I sensed a real urgency in her voice, so I stood. Erika surprised me by lifting my skirt and spinning me in front of the commode and then pushing me down onto the seat. Then she threw her legs over my thighs in a sort of straddling position. I moved my body wherever she moved me, but I had no clue what she was actually trying to accomplish. Then my limits were pushed to a new level. Erika threw her arms around my neck tightly and began to French kiss me with incredible intensity. Just as I was being consumed by the passion of her kisses, I felt her stream or warm urine hit my clit before spilling into the water below, as my body began to violently spas, enjoying yet another incredible experience. Her bladder must have been really overloaded, because I felt her urine run over my clit in a very controlled flow that caused me to hold onto her even harder than before. It must have taken her a full two minutes to finally empty her bladder. When the urine stopped flowing Erika even seemed to enjoy a delayed orgasm. I knew that took real concentration and like all things about this women, this too I found simply amazing. The whole idea would have probably freaked me out if she had asked me to do it and I had time to consider it, but by involving me the way she did it enhanced the pleasure for me beyond my wildest dreams. We sat there in that position for minutes, hours, days – I really had no earthly idea. We continued to kiss, like we had been lovers for many years and I had a chance to experience how erotic kissing could be with that sexy pierced tongue. She finally pulled back to meet my gaze and smiled at me, but this time the smile was different. We had experienced something special together and she now seemed to look at me differently and I liked it. I liked it a lot. "I guess we should see if our food is still there." Erika said, before kissing me again one last time. She stood and started to retrieve her pants, but I pulled her towards me again. In truth, I didn't know if I would ever get another opportunity to be with her and I would have given anything to make our time together last. Her beautiful pussy was in front of my face and I wanted to lick her once more. I kissed around her folds and licked the rest of her juices off, before inserting my tongue inside her one last time to taste her incredible scent. Then she whispered down to me. "Please take it easy, lover; I'm a little sensitive down there right now. Besides, she's not going anywhere; she'll be there whenever you want to play." I looked up at her and she lightly touched my face and smiled down at me, which caused me to tingle all over. She pulled on her pants and slipped on her flip flops and we walked back to our table, oblivious to many of the stares we received from the wait staff who obviously heard Erika yelling several minutes earlier. As we returned to the table, we sat down and began to eat cold food, but it never seemed to bother either of us. Between bites we'd stare at each other and smile. I felt wonderful and I was delighted that Erika actually had such a terrific personality to go with those incredible killer looks. I had no idea what would happen between us in the future, but I did know that nothing would ever ruin this wonderful memory for me. "Okay Jordan, you said earlier that you needed my help to do something special for your girlfriend. Now tell me, what can I do?" Jordan and Eliana On a beautiful Saturday morning, I was walking my dog at the park, barefoot, my mind remarkably placid. Usually I was consumed, or obsessed, some might say, about why my husband decided to stop having sex with me. It hasn't happened suddenly, or all at once. But the frequency with which my husband and I had sex has, over the years, gone down to practically zero. Just in case you're asking, I don't think it's me. I have not let myself go. If anything I think I am in better shape now than I ever was in my 20's, thanks to my almost religious devotion to both Yoga and Pilates. I still have the same 24-inch waist I had in college. My name? Oh, it's Eliana. Eliana Green. Hi. So, a little about me. I'm 5-foot-1. Yes, quite petite. Brown hair, naturally curly, a mass of corkscrew curls, past my shoulders. Brown eyes that twinkle when I'm happy or blaze when I'm angry. My skin looks like butterscotch pudding. Three or four years ago I had my boobs done, thinking they were beginning to droop, and I couldn't have that. They aren't huge, by any means, but one benefit of the surgery was that I only need to wear a bra if it's cold. On this particularly lovely Saturday morning, I was walking our dog, a golden retriever named Sunshine. I was wearing a sleeveless white button down shirt and denim shorts, bare feet making dainty little foot prints in the grass alongside Sunshine's. We have no kids, at least not human ones. Instead we own a dog ranch. They would have been lovely children, at least I hope. But we never had any, in our entire marriage, certainly not for lack of trying. But I digress. Yes. At the park. Walking the dog. So anyway, as I'm walking the dog, my cell phone goes off. It's David, my husband. "Hi, honey." "Hey, babe. Listen, I got clients coming in all day today. I was hoping to get some free time this weekend but I guess not." I just said, "Yeah. Guess not." "Go to your friend's house, while you're at the park." "Yeah, I might just do that. See you later, David." "Yeah. Later." "Bye." I hung up and flipped the phone closed. See what I mean? We can't even spend the damn weekend together! That's one reason, if not the main reason, why my husband and I have not had any sex. He has literally thrown himself into his work. The dog ranch has become his primary focus. Sometimes his devotion is sweet to see. Right now, because I'm incredibly horny, it's frustrating, to say the least. I sighed. Then my phone went off again. "Hello......" "Hey, sugar!" I smiled. "Hi, Jordan." "Hi, yourself, Eliana. I'm almost at the park. You still there?" "Yep, still here. Sunshine and I just taking our time." "I know, right. It's a lovely morning, isn't it?" "Yes, it's beautiful. I could stay here all day." "Well, good. Boomer and I'll be there in a minute." I smiled. Boomer was her Old English Sheepdog. "See you then." Jordan Webb was my girl, my BFF. We go way back. We met in our first year of college together. College room mates, in fact. We bonded over margaritas one night and have been fast friends ever since. She and I were completely the opposite, appearance wise. We were the same petite height, but there the similarities ended. She was several shades darker than I, her skin the same color as chocolate, her hair jet black and totally straight. Her figure was slender, almost skinny, compared to my somewhat thicker, busty build. She had not jumped the broom. She said she hasn't found anyone she wanted to make that big jump with. I could understand that. I mostly married my husband to make my parents happy. They continue to be disappointed in the lack of children around our house. * * * * * * * * A while later, Jordan and I had exercised our dogs and ourselves, and were over by our cars. Jordan had managed to find my car and park nearby. Jordan was looking lovely, in a long pink sundress with a high empire waist and gossamer thin spaghetti straps. She had, for some reason, gotten her hair styled in a short 60's inspired bob. I managed to get Sunshine in the back of my SUV, closed the door and turned around. Jordan smiled. "So, where to next? Home, I guess?" "Yeah, I guess." "Having trouble with David?" "Yeah." "Let me guess, he won't have sex any more?" "How did you know?" "Eliana, child, you forget I'm a marriage counselor. I've seen countless women in my office just like you. I know what a horny frustrated woman looks like." I didn't like being so transparent. "Yeah, I suppose so." There was a few beats of silence. Then Jordan said, "Why don't you come with me to my place and I can help you out with that." She didn't have to explain what "that" meant. Instead I said, "I've never.....been....with a woman before." Jordan smiled. "Don't worry, I'm a very patient lover." "Please don't tell me you're a lesbian?" "Nope. I am bisexual, though. That's part of the reason why I haven't gotten married." "Yeah, I can imagine. Male jealousy is so petty sometimes." "So come on! Let's go to my place. I can help get that pinched look off your face." "Deal. Except, can I follow you, instead? I don't like leaving Sunshine here all by herself." "Sure! Absolutely, baby. You remember where my house is?" "Yeah. Just give me a minute." * * * * * * Twenty minutes later, I was at Jordan's house. Our dogs were squared away, someplace more comfortable than our vehicles, and Jordan and I were in her kitchen, shoes off again, sitting at her counter, sipping glasses of white wine. I said, "This is really good wine." "I know, right? I bought a bottle from a very high-end restaurant." "I didn't think there was a restaurant in town that sold its own wine." "Just one place here in town. I dine there regularly." I lifted my glass. "Here's to high end dining." Jordan smiled. "I hear that." "Thanks. I needed this." "I know, baby." "No, really, seriously. If you know my situation, you would also know I haven't spent any time like this with my husband, at all." Quietly, Jordan said, "I know." We kept sipping wine. Then I said, "Boy, the marriage counseling business must be doing really well, if you can afford the good things in life." Jordan smiled. "Yes, I must say, it's been good to me. You should see me at work. I've been purchasing from this website that makes custom measured leather clothes. Jackets, skirts, dresses. Boots. The whole nine." I felt my pussy twinge. "I've always wanted to get custom fitted leather." "Why don't you? Just go the site, order what you want, enter your measurements. Your order arrives in 5-7 business days." I shrugged. "Leather is expensive." "Somehow I get the feeling that's not the only reason....." I put my glass of wine on the counter. "Jordan, not only do we not have sex any more, we don't even spend time together any more. Not even talking, like this. We used to shop together. Now it's almost like I have to call my husband's secretary. We might as well divorce and make it official." "Why don't you?" "Simple. I hate moving." "You could come and live here with me. Sunshine and Boomer get along just fine. And I know we do." I giggled. "Yes. We do. It would be just like old times." "I know, right? Just like in college." "Just like old times......." I took a sip of wine, then turned away to put the glass down. When I turned back, Jordan was entering my space, coming very close to me, closer even than she's ever been. "What.... are .... you ..... doing?" "This....." And suddenly her lips were touching mine. Soft lips. Softly touching. Not so much kissing as just touching our lips together. "Jordan...." Soft kiss. "Hmmm, baby?" Soft kiss. "What are we doing?" Soft kiss. "Kissing......" Soft kiss. "We're friends....." "Friends can kiss...." From that moment, I shut up. I don't think I've loved, much less trusted, anyone more than Jordan Webb. I felt like I could tell her anything. One thing I never told her was that sometimes I thought about her in ways that weren't exactly platonic. But in college that's not exactly something you tell your room mate. Not if you like the whole building talking. Now suddenly all my wishes were coming true. I just went with it. I'm smart enough to not think too much, and not say anything. I slipped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me. Jordan eagerly moved closer to me, running her fingers through my hair, her light kisses becoming deeper. But she was moving slowly. Taking her time. Not rushing. I liked that. As she kissed me, her mouth opened. I matched her. Then suddenly her tongue started playing with mine. I moaned. Jordan moaned, too. We stood there and kissed for a while longer. Then Jordan softly stopped her kisses, although her face was "this" close to mine. Softly, she said, "Care to take this to the bedroom, baby?" Her voice was deep with arousal. "Yes. Let's take this to the bedroom." Mine was just as deep. Jordan took my hand, and led me past the kitchen. My heart felt like it was about to beat right out from under my boobs as we arrived at the entrance to Jordan's bedroom. Her room was just the way it had always been. Queen sized brass bed in the center. Hardwood floor. Mahogany furniture with brass accents. We took five steps, actually going inside her room. Then with a simple shrug of her shoulders, there was a rustle of fabric, and Jordan's dress was a puddle around her ankles. Jordan was naked. In all her beautiful chocolate glory. She grinned mischeviously as I looked her up and down, from head to toe. "Do you like what you see, baby?" Swallowing, I nodded. "Yes." Jordan's smile changed to something more tender. Then she stepped up to me, and we kissed again. As we were kissing, I felt Jordan reach up and cup my breasts through the material of my shirt. Her touch was soft and gentle, a more feminine touch. I could feel myself getting wet. Suddenly Jordan said, "Why we take this off? We might as well both be naked....." I grinned and blushed. "Yes. We might as well." Jordan giggled. Then she unsnapped the snaps one at a time, and finally spread the material apart. Her eyes got wide. I put my fingers under her chin, easing her face up. "Do you like what you see?" "Yes. They're beautiful." I blushed, enormously pleased by her words. Then I eased my hand on the back of her head and gently pulled her towards me. She didn't resist. I giggled as she unabashedly put her hands on my now bare breasts and juggled them. Then I moaned as she planted soft little kisses all over them. Finally I let loose a little gasp as she gently put her mouth on my right nipple and softly sucked it. I ran my nails through her hair and closed my eyes as she sucked my breasts. Then suddenly she stopped. I opened my eyes again. Jordan said, "Let's get more comfortable, shall we?" She took my hand and led me over to the side of the bed. I didn't resist. Then she laid me down on the white down comforter, kissing me. Suddenly she pulled back, stood up, then unzipped the zipper of my shorts, and finally lifted my legs up and pulled them off. Her face lit up. That made me giggle. She said, "I see you get your pussy waxed...." I smiled. "The better to feast on it." "Straight up, girl...." Jordan began at my ankle, softly kissing along the inner part of my leg, sending twinges and everything shooting down the nerve endings. But she moved slowly. Teasing me. Driving me crazy! After what seemed like an eternity of this delicious torture, she pulled my butt to the edge of the bed, got down on her knees, stuck out that wicked pink tongue of hers and went to town. "Oh, shit!" "Mmmm. Do you. Like it. When I. Eat your pussy?" "Oh, shit! Yes! I do!" It had been a long time indeed since my pussy had been touched by any one else besides myself. I couldn't tell you how long Jordan ate my pussy. I could tell you that I enjoyed it immensely. Then she suddenly stopped. I looked over at her. She stood up and said, "Let's get you more comfortable, shall we?" I smiled up at her. "Sounds good to me." Jordan climbed on the bed next to me, reached under me, pulled the covers back, and then finally grabbed my legs and pulled so I was laying on the bed, my head at the head of the bed. Then she moved on top of me, using her knees to gently part my legs. Suddenly she was laying on top of me, kissing me in that soft gentle way again, and most of all, grinding her hips against mine. The circular motion started off gentle at first, but became harder and more urgent. Jordan's face became pinched with pleasure as her movements became fast and urgent. She said, "Oh god!" "Feels so good!" "Yes it does! Gonna....." "Yes, come on, baby!" "Gonna..... ahhahahhhhhh!" A second later, so did I. Our orgasms were explosive and simultaneous. I dug my nails in her back as I came. After a minute or so, we each caught our breath, laying in each other's arms, kissing slowly and deeply. Jordan ran her nails through my hair as she kissed me. I stared into her eyes. "Nobody, and I mean nobody, has ever done anything like that to me before." Jordan giggled. "Eating your pussy? Or the grinding?" "Both." "Good." We kissed for a little bit longer. It was wonderful. Jordan pulled back slightly and said, "So, would you like to try that on me?" "I'm not sure if I can even stand...." We both laughed. Then I rolled over on top of Jordan. I stared into her eyes as I began to rub my pussy against hers. Jordan hissed. "That's it...." "Is that good? Am I doing it right?" Jordan suddenly clutched my arms, her nails digging in as she gasped out loud. "Oh shit, yes, you're doing it right......" Grinning mischeviously, I kept doing it. I could feel the tension slowly building inside my own pussy. Minutes later we were spent and sweaty and satisfied, kissing the day away. Laying side by side, Jordan said, "God, I so needed that. Thank you." "I should be thanking you." "Believe me, you already have." "Okay." We kissed, slowly and softly, caressing each other. Softly I said, "Can I tell you something?" "Sure you can. What is it?" "I've been......thinking....about you and me..... like this." Jordan responded with a kiss. "I'm glad to hear you say that. I hope the reality was just as good as the fantasy." "Better." We kissed again. * * * * * * * * As Sunshine hopped in the back of my SUV, Jordan gave me a hug. After a long hot fun shower, we both got dressed again. Now we were both back outside. Jordan said, "I'm almost afraid to ask, but were you serious about getting a divorce?" "I don't know. I suppose I could keep seeing you like this and say married." "Well I know of a good lawyer if you want to consult with her first. She owes me a favor." "What's her name?" "Cheryl Evans. She's the best." "Well, I don't want to promise you anything. Not yet, anyway." "I understand." "Let me talk to this Cheryl Evans and see what she says. Then I'll call you to set up a lunch date." Jordan smiled. "Okay. Sounds good." We hugged again. I said, "I can't seem to let you go....." Jordan laughed. "Neither can I." "But I have to get home. David might be wondering where I'm at. The hypocrite." "Yes. Get home. Then talk to that lawyer. I'll email you the contact details." "No, don't email me. Text me, instead." I fished my keys out of my purse. "I'll talk to you soon, baby." "Be careful, Eliana." "I will, Jordan." Jordan and the Lady Every day, as he cycled by, Jordan would look to see if he could see her. He was a 19 year old student who lived in digs a few streets away. He could have taken a quicker, more direct route to College, but he always made a detour, and slowed down as he went past the house. He hoped for a glimpse of this lady whom he described as the 'perfect woman.' Sometimes, she would be in her garden, on her knees, weeding. Those days he got to see her well proportioned figure, and hear her hum at her work. She had such a lovely voice, he thought. Other times she sat on her porch, with her legs crossed at the ankles, reading, and he could see her legs. Such shapely legs. So desirable to a red-blooded male who was just discovering feminine delights. One Saturday morning Jordan had gone down to the local store when he noticed a familiar form, leaning over the counter, busy chatting to the storekeeper. He reckoned she was in her forties, and today she wore a bright red cotton dress, with a white belt, and her brown hair was gathered up in a pony tail with a red ribbon. She was the 'Lady' he admired so much. He could hear the familiar voice, and longed to be closer, but stayed just out of the way, partway down an aisle, looking on. He just caught the odd snippet of their conversation. "...Anyway, as I was saying, Len, my husband, is away for two weeks on business, and wouldn't you know it, I have a problem with the plumbing in my kitchen. As you know, I'm fairly new to this area, and I don't know many people, let alone whether they are capable of fixing leaks. I wondered...is there any chance you could help me out?" "Well now, Mrs Peters, you know, normally I would gladly help you, but what with the store, and the baby just being born, you know my life is pretty full right now. But I tell you what though; there is a board over there where locals put cards to advertise. You might find something there." She thanked him, and then breezed past Jordan, hardly noticing him, on her way to check out the cards stuck on the board at the back of the shop. He watched her for a few minutes as he bought his few items of shopping. Her hips swayed and her pony tail swished as she looked carefully from one side of the board to the other. "No luck?" The shopkeeper called over, as she sighed and made her way toward the door. "No" she replied, sadly. "Maybe I'll just ask around the neighbours, but I don't really know anyone that well." Jordan took a step toward her and put out his hand. "Er...Excuse me, but I couldn't help but overhear....Mrs Peters is it...?" She half turned again. "Yes it is. Oh, I've noticed you pass my way on your bike sometimes. Do you know of someone who could help me out?" She shook his offered hand. "Well, my name is Jordan," he smiled, and added "I have a bit of free time this afternoon. I'd be more than happy to take a look and see if I could do anything to help." I'd do anything for a sexy mature woman such as you, he thought. There's something about that sexy ass of yours that really gets me going. "Well..." Mrs Peters started to protest in reply, turning away again, unsure of letting a young man into her home when she was alone. But the shopkeeper, who had overheard, cut in; "Oh, you'll be fine. I can vouch for Jordan, he's a fine upstanding College boy, and you haven't really got too much choice otherwise." Mrs Peters turned back towards Jordan and she looked him up and down quickly. A young African man, clean cut and very pleasant looking. He had a very friendly smile revealing the whitest of teeth, and a bulge down in his crotch that she found quite a turn on. She inwardly scolded herself for letting her eyes rest there and tried to remind herself that she was married. But she couldn't disagree with the fact that Jordan was one young fit looking man, and he was coming round to her house! "That would be very kind of you Jordan," she agreed; "If you can call round at 3 o'clock, I'll have a jug of cool lemonade ready, as it's such a warm day." Jordan agreed, and they said their goodbyes and parted company. At 2:45pm Mrs Peters looked anxiously out of her kitchen window. There was a freshly made jug of lemonade and two glasses ready on the kitchen table. She felt a bit jittery, almost excited, at the thought of Jordan coming round. For some reason she couldn't get the thought of his body out of her mind. She was having devilish thoughts about seeing rippling muscles and maybe touching young cock again. At 2:55pm Jordan rode his bike down the driveway, came to a halt, got off and parked it up against a wall. He then smoothed his clothes and hair and knocked on the door at exactly 3pm. All the way there visions of Mrs Peters had been going round his head, which caused him to wobble and almost come off his bike on a couple of occasions, as he was sometimes so preoccupied he forgot to pedal. Mrs Peters opened the door and greeted Jordan with a smile, looking just as delicious as she had done in the shop. But she had changed from her red dress to a cool looking loose white shift with little blue flowers. It accentuated her form perfectly with the curves in all the right places. He found it difficult not to stare. "Thank you for being so prompt. I've found you out my husband's tool box help you." But she longed to see his tool and couldn't help glancing at his crotch again. Jordan looked around the kitchen as he sat down. It had a slate floor, tidy surfaces, and pine cupboards. There was a vase of yellow roses on the table. He also detected the smell of baking from the oven. "This tastes beautiful," he commented, as he sipped the lemonade she poured for him. "Now, how can I help you?" "I'll show you," she said. And with that Mrs Peters got up off her chair and walked to the other side of the kitchen where the sink was, with Jordan watching her hips sway with every step she took. What man wouldn't want to put his hands on those hips, he thought to himself. As she bent over to open the cupboard under the sink revealing a bucket, the enticing shape of Mrs Peters' perfect ass was shown to Jordan. He was aware of a stirring in his groin, and looked down, embarrassed. "Please call me Meg," she said. "If you're to help me Jordan, we should at least both be on first name terms." "Ok then, Meg it is." "There's a leak under here somewhere, and I'm not sure how to fix it, but I have to keep this bucket here to catch the drips." Jordan finished his drink then went and put the bucket out of the way. He made sure the taps were off, and then went over and lay down on his back, put his head under the sink, and set about trying to find the leak and fix it. Meg stood by Jordan, to see if she could help, and watched him as he worked, and once or twice resting her eyes on his bulging crotch. "It's so good of you to help me out like this," she said. "I hadn't got a clue what to do." After a while Jordan said, "Try that now Meg, run a tap and see what happens." She ran the water for a while, and then he called up to her, "All seems Ok now; you shouldn't need that bucket here anymore." As she held out a hand to help Jordan get up, they both noticed the sludgy mark all down what had been his fresh clean cotton shirt. "Oh, you must let me wash that," said Meg. "And while I do you can take a shower. You must be sweaty after lying on the floor like that. I'll point you in the direction of the bathroom; you'll find fresh towels in there." Jordan tried to protest but Meg was having none of it. "Look, with weather like this the shirt will dry in no time." So he reluctantly agreed, and stripped off his shirt, and handed it to her. Meg couldn't help but admire his amazing abs. As she told him where the bathroom was, her eyes widened as they lingered on them. She ran her tongue around her dry lips, felt her cunt tingle, and a flush rise in her cheeks. Quickly she averted her eyes. When Jordan had exited the kitchen Meg held his shirt up against her face. As she breathed in the mixture of his cologne and the sweat from his body she murmured to herself softly. Meg tried to pull herself together as she put the shirt to wash. Yet thoughts of a sexy naked man under running water only a few feet away kept going through her mind. She longed to see that body, and tried to think up some excuse to get in the bathroom. A few minutes later in the midst of her mad thoughts she had a brainwave. Meg went into her bedroom and searched out a shirt of her husbands. She picked one she reckoned would fit Jordan, then went and knocked on the bathroom door. "Are you decent?" Meg asked, as she turned the handle. "I have a shirt you can put on for now, while yours dries," and she walked in holding the garment. She looked up and saw Jordan standing in front of her, with droplets of water down his naked torso, just as he hurriedly tied a towel around his waist. "Thank you for the use of your shower Mrs Peters," Jordan said gratefully. Somehow it seemed more proper to address her formally, considering his state of undress. He reached over to take the shirt from her, but as he did so, much to his horror, the towel became untied, fell from around his waist, only to land in a crumpled heap at his ankles. Mrs Peters first thought was to turn and run out of the bathroom. But then a primal force took over, she dropped the shirt and stood rooted to the spot staring at his cock. She had memories of well hung young men, but had never seen a naked black man this near. Close enough to just reach out and touch. The sight of Jordan's virile body made her feel hot. Her nipples hardened, and she felt the tingling in her cunt once again. Jordan in his embarrassment quickly gathered up the towel and re-tied it securely round his waist. He began mumbling apologies, but stopped as he was getting no response. "Meg? Mrs Peters?" He called her name out several times but started to worry when she didn't reply. So he gently held her by the arm and made her sit down on the side of the bath and he sat next to her. He couldn't help but rest his eyes momentarily on the beautiful, curvature of her voluptuous breast. What a lady! He longed to have just one touch ...and instinctively reached out his hand. But she came out of her trance and he withdrew it immediately. "I.. Ah... Oh... Er ...Um... I'm sorry..." She started to say. "That's Ok Ma'am, honestly, I just thought you were going to faint when you didn't reply." Meg apologized again, patted him on the leg quickly, and then left the bathroom saying; "I'll leave you to finish up here. I'll go and put the kettle on. Come through in a few minutes, have a cup of tea and slice of my freshly baked cake." They sat and drank tea together in the kitchen. Jordan remarked on what a nice cake it was. But there was a slight awkwardness in the air. Jordan was still embarrassed because of his nakedness and also because he was becoming more attracted to Meg by the minute. Meg was embarrassed because she craved the young Adonis. For the next few days Mrs Peters tried to go on with her daily routine. She noticed Jordan cycle past on occasion, and waved to him if he glanced her way. But she found it very difficult to concentrate. Visions of his huge cock kept springing into her mind. She knew she had to find a way to grab hold of it and ride it, and soon..... Thoughts of Jordan, his young, fit, muscular body and his huge joy-stick entered Mrs. Peters mind daily. She dreamed of having him fill her and thrill her. On the Wednesday afternoon, she saw him go by as usual, but instead of turning to look at her she noticed him wobble on his bike and then stop. She rushed over to see if anything was the matter, only to see Jordan at the side of the road bent down, fiddling with one of the wheels and getting filthier by the minute. "Hey, what's the problem?" she asked. Jordan looked up and grinned, his teeth still gleaming white through his dirt and sweat stained face. "Oh, hello Mrs Peters, I didn't see you there." He said. "Seems like the chain was about to come off so I got off to fix it. Normally I thought chains were either on or off." He laughed. "I bet that's thirsty work! I have a couple of bottles of cold beer in the fridge. Just wheel it down the drive, lean it against my wall and come and have a drink," she offered. "But I told you before, call me Meg." She laughed as she jokingly scolded him. "Ok Meg. That would be nice." Mrs Peters wanted to offer Jordan much more than a drink, she watched the way his hips moved as he stood, longed to grab the zip on his jeans and undo it, to reveal that black beauty once more! Jordan followed Meg into the kitchen, and sat at the table whilst Meg retrieved two cold beers from the fridge. Oh Meg! What a gorgeous body you have, thought Jordan, as she reached up for two glasses from a cupboard. The sun shone through the window and on to her, and made her dress seem almost transparent. Jordan couldn't take his eyes off her. They chatted and drank their drinks. Meg invited Jordan to stop for tea, and he gratefully accepted. "But I should get cleaned up first," he said. Meg disappeared from the kitchen for a few minutes. When she returned she said; "I've run you a bath, and put fresh towels in the bathroom for you. Leave your shirt for me to wash." "You're too kind Meg, thank you." He took off his sweaty shirt and she put it straight in to wash. Then, while Meg laid the table ready for tea, Jordan headed off to get clean. A few minutes later Jordan was luxuriating in a large bath full of warm water and bubbles, half in a day-dream, when he heard the sound of the door handle, and the door open. He heard footsteps, then suddenly... He felt the touch of Meg as she placed her hands on his shoulders. They stroked and massaged him, and it made him feel so relaxed he didn't protest at all, but lay back, closed his eyes and enjoyed the attention. But then she picked up a sponge and started to wash him. Jordan opened his eyes, and looked up. He saw her as she leaned over him in a bathrobe, that opened just enough for him to see the full curvature of her large inviting breasts. Oh wow! He stared for a moment or two, but couldn't resist them. They were so close to his face! Jordan touched them with his wet hands, then lifted his head and kissed them. But Meg wanted more. She sponged lower, very aroused. She delighted to see Jordan's cock as it peeked out of the water, and leaned forward and kissed the head. God, I want that rod she thought, as she took hold of it and gently rubbed it up and down, and felt it throb in her hand. So Meg abandoned the sponge, shrugged off her robe, and as she held his huge dick stepped into the bath with Jordan. She sat opposite him, and lifted her legs up on Jordan's shoulders, still rubbing his cock. He now had a bird's eye view of her tits, which he thought to be about 40DD, and stared at her smooth open cunt which was covered in the foam bubbles. He took one of her feet and nibbled and sucked on the toes, one by one. With each toe Meg gasped as she received shivers coursed her body. Electrical pulses shot right through her. After one foot Jordan worked through the toes on the other foot. Meg grasped the side of the bath as her hips gyrated. She never realized she could get such feelings in her body. Her nipples were so hard they ached, and her pussy tingled. Jordan brought a leg up in-between hers, and played with Meg's pussy with his big toe. He ran it up and down and made her squirm, and rubbed her clit. Her cries echoed round the bathroom. "Oh God!" she called out. Then got to her knees in the bath and rubbed Jordan's meaty rod up and down. Her tits jiggled as she did, and he got to his knees, legs between hers, and bent to suck them. "Oh Ma'am," he said breathlessly, "You have amazing tits!" Then he felt down lower and rubbed her puffy labia as he felt for her clit. Meg squealed as he circled it with his wet finger then gave it a little pinch. He hooked two fingers inside her slit and finger fucked her. "You're one hot lady Meg, and I want you!" "Show me what you got baby. Fuck me hard!" And with that Meg bent and pulled the plug in the bath. Holding his meaty rod in her hand they got out of the water and Jordan pushed her down on the cool tiles and he laid on top of her. He roughly pinned her arms down on the floor. "Oh lady, I'll fuck you so hard you won't know what hit you...!" She stared into his eyes and screamed. Her screams reverberating round the bathroom just as Jordan thrust into her willing cunt, rubbing her inner walls, and reached high up her. Her legs locked round his body, as time after time he shoved himself in her. It was difficult to distinguish whose moans and groans were the loudest. His body smacked against hers, and his balls hit her ass each time he hit high. "Yes.Yes.YES!" Meg screamed each time his balls hit. Her dam broke and her juices flowed like never before. Her head was spinning. This was what she needed! But when Meg thought he had ended his assault on her body, Jordan withdrew. He pulled her up, and pushed her on her knees and made her lean over the side of the bath, and spread her legs. Then he lifted her hips and thrust his rod hard in her cunt. Meg's body slapped against the side of the bath time after time as he rammed home. His hands smacked her pale ample round cheeked ass, till they were red and smarted. She felt her juices run down her legs. "Aaaaargghhh!!" She yelled. "Give it to me! More! More!" So Jordan looked down to where her ass cheeks had opened in her excitement and her rosebud puckered at him. Two of his fingers entered and wriggled around as he continued to thrust. "Oh My God!" He yelled. And Meg echoed him. Jordan pushed and twisted his fingers further into Meg's ass, as he thrust his cock hard into her cunt over and over. She pushed back into him as he did. Then all of a sudden he took his thick cock, covered in her juices and guided it to her wet ass. "Yes baby yes!" Screamed Meg. "Don't stop now!!" She couldn't ever remember such blatant excitement in being fucked, and she didn't want it to end. So Jordan took his rigid cock in his hand and guided it gently between her cheeks into her hole, moving it in slow gentle rhythm. "Faster, baby! Harder!!" "Aaaargghhh!" He groaned. "You want it lady, you got it!" And with that he fucked her hard and fast. Her screams rang louder and louder as he thrust harder. Jordan grunted and groaned, low primitive sounds exiting his mouth as his arousal intensified. Suddenly, Jordan pulled Meg hard up against him. His balls tightened, and he spewed his thick white creamy spunk high up in her ass. "Fucking Hell!" They both yelled. What a great ass! Thought Jordan, as he just rested a minute or two, till his cock slipped out. He leaned against Meg to catch his breath. And what a lady! Meg turned her head smiled and kissed him. Then she picked up a towel and patted them both down dry. "You're one hot fuck lady!" "Oh baby, you're what I need. Come, rest now." And with that Meg took hold of Jordan's now flaccid cock and led him to her bedroom. He lay on the bed with her and they took a short nap. After a short while Meg woke and turned to see Jordan, naked and sprawled next to her, still with his eyes closed. She thought back on what had gone on in the bathroom, and rubbed her ass cheeks and grinned. Then, on her knees she bent and gently sucked Jordan's cock, swirling her tongue around it. She watched him wake as it sprang to life, grew hard, thick and throbbed in her mouth. "Oh you do that good Meg." Jordan said as he sat up and fondled her hair.