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A Room With A View

By: English Bob



Philip Green had suspected his wife of fooling around for some time. If he was honest with himself, he was not really all that surprised. At thirty four years old, Paula was almost twenty years his junior and was a striking woman by any standards. In heels she stood almost 2 inches taller than Philip's 5'9". Her hair was a beautiful flame red cut fashionably short and framed a pretty face with deep sexy blue eyes. Philip would have died for her body; long shapely legs, superbly tapered; a flat stomach kept that way by long visits to the gym; firm 38 inch breasts, that seemed to follow you around the room; and a long slender neck that just cried out to be kissed.

But he wasn't kissing her now. Right now he was listening to a tape recording of her personal telephone line that he had bugged a short time ago. He had suspected an affair and now he knew for sure. What surprised him slightly about the telephone conversation that he was listening to, was the lack of any personal indulgencies. The subject matter was beyond dispute: Paula was to meet an unnamed man in room 318 of the Norwood Hotel in town on Thursday afternoon, but there was little sign of any intimacy between the two voices, it was almost like a business conversation.

Philip had made his money in electronics, hence the easy access to the illegal bugging device attached to Paula's telephone line. He was well respected in the local community and was damned if he was going to be made a fool of by a cheating slut of a wife. He thought long and hard after listening to the tape, a plan slowly formulating in his organised mind. Today was Monday, he had three days to put his plan into operation. Calling the Norwood Hotel, he made a booking for three days; Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Requesting room 319, he paid for his booking with a credit card and hung up the phone. 

The following Afternoon saw Philip checking into the Norwood Hotel. He had packed a case with the few tools that he would need, several tiny video spy camera's the size of a pencil, and a small monitor. Once in room 319 he was relieved to see that he had a connecting wall with the room that his wife and her lover had booked. Unpacking his tools he went to work. Using a small, silent hand drill, he cut several small, unobtrusive holes in the connecting wall. He kept the holes in corners and alcoves so they would not be noticed. When this work was completed, he inserted the tiny cameras into the holes. 

Relaying the cables from the cameras to the monitor, he flicked the power switch and watched the screen come to life. Watching the monitor and twisting the tiny cameras, he was able to make the necessary adjustments. Several hours later, he was happy with his work. The cameras showed the adjacent room from just about every angle and, with a remote control, Philip could switch from camera to camera and zoom in and out, so as to be able to regulate and change the view at will. Thinking of the room being cleaned, he made some quick disguises to the cameras, unplugged and hid the monitor and left the room. He would not be returning until Thursday afternoon.

Throughout Wednesday, Philip found it hard to keep his feelings in check. He worked all day at his office, busying himself with insignificant tasks late into the evening so as to keep from having to go home and make conversation with his cheating wife. After leaving the office, he ate a small meal alone at a local diner and eventually returned home at 11pm. Avoiding as much conversation with Paula as possible, he scanned the newspaper and retired as soon as he could.

Finally, Thursday morning dawned. Telling Paula that he was away on business all day and would not be contactable, he rented a nondescript Ford and drove to the Hotel. Nodding politely to the receptionist, he made his way up to his room and began to re-assemble his electronic equipment. For half an hour Philip adjusted and re-adjusted the equipment, ensuring that all the cameras functioned properly and that the visual feed came through to the monitor as clearly as possible. Finally satisfied, Philip poured himself a cup of coffee, lit a large cigar and, eyes glued to the screen in front of him, sat back to wait. It was 12.30pm.

At 1.30pm, Paula pulled her Lexus into the parking lot of the Norwood Hotel. Her eyes scanned the other cars parked there, and, happy that there was none that she recognised, she adjusted the rear view mirror and checked her already perfect make-up. She slid her lithe body from the drivers side door and walked briskly towards the reception. 

"Good afternoon." she smiled at the receptionist. "Do you have an envelope for a Miss Taylor?"

The receptionist returned the smile and greeting and checked the rack behind her. "Yes, Miss Taylor this was left for you by a gentleman earlier."

Taking the envelope, Paula folder herself into a deep lounge chair and opened the letter. It contained simply a slip of notepaper with the number 318 printed on it, and a key bearing the same number. After waiting for a few minutes, Paula rose from the chair and headed for the elevator.

Philip had been watching the screen showing an empty room for an hour before his patience was rewarded. He leaned a little closer to the monitor as he watched the door of the room next door open and a familiar figure enter. He knew it would be Paula, but his mind still reacted as he watched her walk into the room. She wore a smart almost business like beige suit that he had not seen before. Her red hair and make-up were sensational and she sported 3 inch spiked heels on her dainty feet. She looked fantastic! As he looked on, strangely fascinated, Paula moved efficiently around the room, moving this chair and that vase, removing the covers from the bed and finally removing her jacket and sitting her self into a chair and crossing her long shapely legs. She and Philip did not have long to wait.

Within two minutes there was a knock at the door. Paula opened it and a tall, young, handsome man entered the room. Philip was again surprised. There was no kiss or embrace in greeting, no intimate sign of affection. Philip was so engrossed in watching the young man now talking to his wife that he barely noticed that the lovers seemed to have forgotten to close the door. Philip's attention was brought sharply back as another one, two, then three further men entered the room and then closed the door behind them.

"Wha...what...what the fuck!!!" exclaimed Philip a little more loudly than he had expected.

This he had not expected at all. He knew from experience that Paula was a highly sexed woman, but...FOUR of them?!!

Fearing that his wife was about to be gang raped, Philip started to rise and move towards the door. He had to help her, he thought. She must be in trouble! But as he saw his wife voluntarily and without any coercion sit back on the edge of the bed and start to undo her silk blouse, he knew, with astonishment, that this was no rape. Philip watched the screen as his wife and the four young men began to strip their clothes off. The men were naked in no time flat. All were young with perfectly toned bodies. Philip flipped between camera's to try to see more of them. Camera #2 picked out a fair haired, athletic looking youth of little more than twenty years old. His body looked sleek and smooth and his cock, which was rapidly hardening, looked to be about ten inches long!

Paula, by now was stripped down to just her white stockings and lacy suspender belt. Philip could not remember seeing her remove either panties or bra, and surmised that she had obviously omitted these items on purpose. The guys surrounded the bed as Philip switched to another camera. The fair haired guy's cock was not the only monster. Each of the young men had erections that easily measured over 9 inches in length and one dark hared guy was also incredibly thick around. From her sitting position on the bed, Paula crooked her finger with a wicked grin and beckoned one of the men towards her. As he approached the side of the bed, she twisted her body sideways, and opening her red painted lips wide, slid the monster cock over her tongue. This seemed to be an open invitation for the guys to start with her and Philip watched as his wive's naked tits were sucked hungrily by two of the men. The fourth guy was positioning him self between Paula's spread legs and lowering his head towards her shaved vagina. From the look on her face, Philip could see that his cheating slut of a wife seemed to be in heaven. Her eyes were closed as she deep throated the guy fucking her face. Philip switched cameras again and could clearly see the guy eating her pussy, her juices flowing freely from her wet hole to coat his face. He could not see his wife's nipples as they were buried inside two hungry mouths, but guessed from the sucking and (not too gentle!) biting they were receiving, that they must be fully hard and throbbing.

Philip moved uncomfortably in his seat as he watched the debauched display. He realised, with some surprise, that his anger was obvious by it's absence, and indeed an altogether different sensation was beginning to establish itself - He was getting VERY excited!! He could see his wife's hips bouncing off the bed as she received her oral treat. Philip knew that she was in the throes of orgasm and mentally chastised himself for not getting better cameras that would allow an audio relay as well as visual. 

Phil's cock was aching in his underwear now as the scene continued. All thoughts of punishing or indeed divorcing his wife had disappeared as all he wanted to see now, was his wife getting fucked and fucked hard by theses strangers. Philip could not resist the urge to undo his zipper and stroke himself through his underwear as his eyes remained glued to the screen. 

Philip watched with awe as he witnessed his wife's and the first guy's orgasm. Paula was still bucking her hips a foot off the bed as the man in her throat pulled out. His hand flew up and down his saliva streaked shaft as, with his eyes closed, he released a torrent of semen onto Paula's waiting lips and face. As he continued to milk his cum, Paula was turned over onto her hands and knees. Without formality, the fair haired man took up a position behind her and forced his cock straight up her wet pussy. Philip switched the camera again and zoomed in on his wife's face. Arching her back, to accept the monster cock, Paula flung her head back and closed her eyes in a look of unmistakable ecstasy. Philip watched her mouth open in a silent groan and as he watched, the third guys cock replace the first between her sweet lips, Philip pulled his underwear aside and released his own much smaller erection. 

He pumped his foreskin up and down his hard shaft as he watched his wife get taken from both ends. He doubted that he had ever felt as horny, as breathtakingly excited as this as he switched camera again to watch a close up of a cock of at least ten inches sink slowly, deep into his wife's waiting cunt. The two men not fucking Paula were knelt beside her, teasing her swollen, hanging tits and pinching the nipples. With her body being rammed back and front, they were having a hard job holding on to her tits as they swung violently backwards and forwards. Then something happened which Philip had never seen before, or even believed possible. The two guys fucking Paula's mouth and pussy both pulled out at exactly the same time and jerked their cocks over her with abandon. Cum was shooting everywhere as her ass cheeks, lower back and face were drenched in their fluid. The guy's, so young, seemed to release gallons of their semen onto their waiting slut, and Philip could faintly hear their moans and groans of satisfaction through the wall, causing his own cock to swell and his balls twitch.

As the two men stepped away from Paula, there seemed to develop a small dispute. It was obvious that guy #4 had not yet had his turn. As he gestured and pointed at Paula's now dripping pussy, it appeared that he was none to keen to take sloppy seconds'. Phil saw his wife speak and slap a hand way from her ass. She was clearly indicating that she was not about to let him take he anally. The guy's all seemed to nod in reluctant agreement until Fair Hair' whispered into his friends ear and smiled. Without warning all four men grabbed Paula and flipped her onto her back. With one of them holding her arms tightly above her head, and the other two gripping her stocking clad ankles, the fourth climbed up onto the bed and straddled her chest.

Philip was fascinated. He had nearly cum twice himself but had showed enviable control and restrained himself. He wanted to see this through to the end, and now it looked as if he was going to witness his wife get titty-fucked by this huge cocked bastard! #4's hands came up to her tits and cupped them strongly. Pushing the large, smooth mounds together, he began to slowly thrust his engorged cock between them. Philip's hands were trembling with pre-orgasmic tension as he used the remote control to zoom in a little closer. The faster the guy tit-fucked his wife, the faster Phil's hand flew up and down his throbbing shaft. Philip watched the monitor as Paula flicked her tongue over the huge cockhead as it appeared between her breasts, obviously thoroughly enjoying herself. #4 fucked her tits harder and faster. Paula licked and Philip pumped. Again Philip could hear the guys through the wall as they cheered their friend on, encouraging him to cum between her big tits. As Philip saw the guy's head fall back and he let loose a stream of cum on her tits, Philip, himself let out a stifled groan. His cock erupted in his hand and shot a thick stream of sticky white cum over his shirt front and suit trousers. The more the man on the monitor splashed over Paula's tits, the more Phil pumped his still hard cock, squeezing every last drop of jism from his balls.

As he recovered, Philip watched Paula quickly rise from the bed and disappear into the bathroom. The four young men dressed themselves briskly. Softening cocks tucked back into designer briefs, T-shirts pulled on and Levi jeans fastened. They seemed to be discussing something between them. Philip assumed it to be some private joke until, with mounting surprise, he clearly saw each man pull a crisp new hundred from their pocket and drop it on the bed. The four then exited the room without a backward glance.

Five minutes later Paula appeared from the bathroom, fully dressed and with her make-up repaired and intact. To Phil's astonishment, she calmly picked up the four notes, folded them and tucked them neatly into her purse. After quickly tidying the room, she slipped on her suit jacket, checked her reflection once more in the mirror and left the room.

Phil was stunned beyond words. His wife was not only a cheating slut, she was a hooker! Obviously a good one, he thought with a strange feeling, she had gone through all four men in less than 40 minutes, not bad for four hundred. His mind was confused now. He had all but made up his mind to come clean to Paula later that night. He was going to tell her that he knew of her secret affair, but that as long as he could play the voyeur, he was happy for her to continue. But this put a different slant on things. How could he tell her that he knew her to be a hooker? Would she deny it? Even leave him? 

As he began to clean himself up and pack away his equipment, Phil, knew he had a decision to make. Tell her and risk losing her, or keep silent and watch her next 'date'. One thing was for sure, his wife never ceased to surprise him!

The End

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A Room With a View



“This is amazing,” I heard her say as she walked directly to the window. The curtains were drawn completely back. I love the sunlight. 

Missy and I were on the 27th floor of the Ritz Carlton in Chicago. It was my hotel room for the week. The sales meeting was moving at a nerve-grinding, boring pace, so we escaped for the afternoon. It was a beautiful day in Chicago, a brilliant clear sky. From my room we had a view of the lakefront, most of downtown, the John Hancock building, and one large apartment building. 

“John,” she said, “Have you noticed that you can see directly into those apartments down there?” 

I stepped behind her to get a look at what she was talking about. “Sure,” I told her, “Look how most of the curtains are open. No one seems timid, huh?” I put my arms around her waist and gently kissed her neck from behind. “And remember,” I whispered, “If you can see them, they can see you.” 

Missy leaned back into me and I hugged her tighter. I could see her eyes were fixed on the building, checking each window. Her smile was past being mischievous. 

“Have you noticed the telescopes?” I asked, “I doubt that they’re totally for the stars in the sky.” 

She only smiled her reply and pointed toward an open window. “There’s a couple down there, see them?” she said with a slight laugh, “They’re using their telescope now.” 

She was right. There was a couple, a man and woman, standing by a window with drinks in their hands, talking it looked like, while they took turns looking into the telescope. We watched as they scanned our building until eventually it seemed they were fixed on us standing in the window. Missy waved to them, and the woman waved back with her eye still fixed to the telescope. We watched her say something to the man. Then he looked. Missy waved again, and he waved back too. 

They were smiling, we could see, standing in their window now raising their glasses in a salute of some kind. Missy and I both waved back, smiling too. 

Neither of us spoke, we just smiled. I didn’t notice Missy unbuttoning her shirt until she gotten to the third button from the top. 

I moved away from her and sat down in a chair by the window where I could see both Missy and the couple across the way. 

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” Missy murmured, speaking almost as if in a dream state. 

The front of her shirt was open now. Her flat stomach exposed to the window, the bra with the clasp in front now the only thing hiding her full breasts. She let the shirt fall from her shoulders and stood there in front of the window as if waiting for some response from the couple. 

And they did respond. I watched them move back and forth from the telescope to their window. The woman stood looking up at us for a moment, looking at Missy, more accurately, and then she began to remove her blouse. 

Missy’s smile grew wider and I heard her chuckle to herself as she unclasped the bra. In a moment her breasts were free and visible. She let the bra fall away as she had the shirt. Her hands moved over her breasts, her fingers spread and kneading her own flesh. Her nipples were responding and I watched as they grew hard and pronounced. I watched reminding myself of just how perfect Missy’s breasts are, so firm yet full, so expressive, I’ve thought in the past. In fact, I’ve often wondered if Missy could have an orgasm just from stimulation to her breasts. 

The woman below had matched Missy’s exposure. I looked down to see her standing in the window without her blouse, no bra. Even from this far away I could see that Missy had her beat, but everyone plays the cards they’re dealt, I always say. 

I wondered for a moment where this episode of dueling windows was going. Missy told me when she reached to unsnap her jeans. She moved the zipper down slowly, seductively. Her hands moved to her hips and she began to wiggle her way out of her jeans. Her shoes were tossed in my direction as she pushed her jeans down around her ankles. She stood in the window and looked down to the woman to see her response. The woman was working her pants off too, we both saw, while the man had his eye stuck to the telescope. 

I looked Missy over with a mood akin to simple lust. Her blonde hair was pulled back that day, her green eyes focused and gleeful, her smile almost wicked, the gold hoop in her navel a banner of her flair. 

I knew the red silk panties wouldn’t stay on long. And they didn’t. I watched them ease over her dark pubic hair, down her firm thighs, until they dropped at her feet. She stepped out of them and stood for a moment completely naked in front of the window. 

The woman below stood naked too, matching Missy. 

I wondered where this was going as I watched the woman’s hand move between her legs. She lifted her right foot onto a footstool nearby and pushed her hand deeper between her legs. Her other hand held a breast, teasing a nipple, I imagined. 

Missy said nothing as she turned her back to the window and bent over. She slowly spread her feet wider and reached between her legs with one hand while reaching around with the other to spread one cheek of her wonderful ass. 

I watched her finger disappear into her pussy, and I wondered just how powerful that telescope was that that lucky son-of-a-bitch was using down below. 

“I wonder if she’s as wet as I am,” Missy laughed. 

“Well,” I told her, “From the look of the way her hips are moving against her hand, I’d say she’s well on her way to a flood.” 

Missy just laughed as she circled her clit with two wet fingers. From where I sat I could see her pussy was swollen and shining, its lips thick and folded back like a flower. 

“Tell me what she’s doing now, John, please?” 

“She’s talking to the man, now” I told her, “He’s leaving the room. But she still working on her pussy, just like you, I can see her hand moving in circles now, just like you. The man is back and he’s got something. Ah, Missy, she’s gonna one up you now, Babe. She’s got a vibrator.” 

“Shit,” mumbled Missy. She abruptly turned so she could see for herself. The woman down below was running the vibrator over her clit. 

Missy stood watching. As she did, she moved her wet fingers over her nipples, making them shine with her juices. 

“Goddamn it, John, get your fucking clothes off.” 

I could tell that Missy was getting serious about this now. I may have set a record for least time taken getting naked with a hard-on. 

“Come here,” Missy told me without taking her eyes off the woman. 

She positioned me and my cock for maximum view. She had me kneel in front of her before she moved to all fours. Her mouth was around the head of my cock, her tongue doing magnificent things to me, her hand between her legs, and her eyes on the woman. She was a busy woman consumed with a task. 

We both watched as the man came into view in the window below. Not surprisingly, he was naked too. The woman remained where she was, working with the vibrator still, as he moved behind her. She bent slightly at the waist as he held her hips. We could tell when he entered her. We both watched as he began to fuck her from behind. 

Missy took my cock from her mouth but continued to run her tongue over the underside of the head. 

“Any ideas?” she asked. 

I only laughed as I reached to pull the chair in front of the window. 

I positioned the chair and sat down. Missy had it all figured out right away, so she didn’t need me to tell her. 

She stood in front of me, her back to me, facing the window. One foot came up to the chair arm as she reached between her legs to position me. She eased herself down onto my cock watching the window down below all the while. 

We both laughed as we saw the man move away from the woman and hustle over to the telescope. 

“You think he can see your cock moving in and out of my pussy?” she asked as she moved herself up and down the length of me. 

Missy was stroking my cock with her pussy, fucking me in long deliberate strokes. 

“I imagine he can,” I told her. “Looking is fun, but it doesn’t compare to feeling you do what you’re doing.” 

She just laughed as she picked up the pace. “The woman is looking in the telescope now too,” she told me, “They seem to be taking turns. I think we won, John.” 

With that she leaned back into me, her head coming back to my shoulder, her eyes closed, her hand still between her legs working on her clit. 

“Now,” she whispered, “It’s time for you to fuck me.” 

So I did. I had my hands under her thighs holding her as I fucked up into her harder, faster. Her wetness had run down to me, wetting my pubic hair. It felt warm and ever so sexy. 

Missy didn’t tell me she was cuming but I knew. I let her settle down onto me and enjoyed the griping feel of her pussy on my cock. 

“You have me so close,” I whispered. I came then, my cock tossing splatters of cum up onto her pubic hair. Her hand urged each drop from me before she used my cock to spread my cum over her pussy. 

We both looked down at the window below then. The couple was standing naked, applauding. 

“I bet they’d like an encore,” she giggled. 

“Me too,” I told her, running my tongue up her neck to her ear.



A Room With A View



I want to tell you a story. Yes, it's an "erotic" tale because it involves sex. It also involves my son. But, it's not a story about sex between my son and I. I don't think sex has to be physical necessarily. I think there is a physical side of sex - intercourse, petting, oral sex - things like that. But I think there can be sex on a emotional level as well: a connection, of a erotic nature, between two people that can be just as satisfying as any physical act. I've had this connection with my son and I'm going to share it with you. 

I lost my husband to cancer when my son Mark was very young. I never remarried because I was never able to find someone as special, as loving and as caring as my husband. I saw other men very infrequently until Mark was about 15 years old, when I felt he was of an age when he would be all right with the fact that his mother could and should have relationships with other men. And, when I started to date again, Mark never said a word about it and if anything, encouraged me to get out there and meet new people. His only concern, really, was that I date men that respected me and treated me well. 

Mark went away to college briefly when he was 18 but returned home to go to a local university. While I would have gladly paid for him to live at school, Mark decided he wanted to live at home with me in our house. We didn't live in a big place at the time: a 3 bedroom house with 2 floors and a loft/attic space that was always my son's room. Having him back at home wasn't a big deal since we had lived together for so long and I actually enjoyed having another person around. 

I had been seeing a guy off and on for about a year and though we lived separately, he was always around. Mark and my boyfriend, Alan, got along quite well so it wasn't a problem for anyone. Mark also had someone too: a young woman by the name of Pamela who I liked and who would often come over. I could never tell if she thought the living situation was awkward or not but in any case, she went along with it. Alan would occasionally stay the night either because he didn't feel like going back to his house or we both wanted to be "intimate" together. On these occasions Mark would quietly slip out of our home and stay out really late with friends or sleep out Pamela's place. 

One night last winter, Alan took me out for a movie and dinner. Afterwards, he drove me home and I persuaded him to come inside. While I didn't tell Mark that Alan would be staying, he knew that we were going out and therefore there was a chance Alan would come back with me. When we pulled up to our house and I didn't see Mark's car, I just assumed that he wasn't there and wouldn't be back for sometime. So, Alan and I went into the house, which seemed empty, and had a glass of wine on the couch while listening to some music. We started kissing, it got hotter and heavier and I moved things upstairs to my bedroom. 

I guess we were so preoccupied with lust that I forgot to close my door all the way. By the time I noticed this fact, Alan was busy kissing my body and I was too consumed with passion, as it were, to shut the door. My lover stripped naked and as I lay on the bed, proceeding to slowly remove my clothes. He started with my skirt which had been unzipped earlier and pulled it off of me in one motion. Underneath I was wearing a pair of black panties covered with sheer pantyhose. Through the nylon material he touched my legs and thighs and gave me a quick, warm kiss on my pussy. Alan then straddled me and unbuttoned my blouse so that my stomach, bra and chest were exposed. He leaned over and delicately kissed my neck while caressing my hips. I loved the way he touched me and already, Alan had me going. 

He then sat up again and undid my bra, which was held together with a clasp in the front. Cupping my breasts in his hands, he fondled them gently; running his thumbs over my nipples and giving my tits a soft squeeze. I looked down and saw that Alan was sporting a huge erection by this point so I reached around and pushed on his ass, suggesting that he should kneel closer to my face. Changing positions slightly so that Alan could continue to touch my tits, I turned on my side and began to give him little kisses on his dick. Then I propped myself up on an elbow and took his member in my mouth. Alan wasn't a spectacularly well endowed man, but his size and girth were enough to be a mouthful. I sucked his cock with vigor until he moved his hand from my tits to my crotch. Alan was a superb lover with this tongue and mouth and I took full advantage of his talent. With me continuing to stroke his sex, he pull my pantyhose and underwear down off my ass and pushed them to my knees. I let go of his dick and Alan crawled to the foot of the bed, pulling the clothes from my legs. Then - this is my favorite - he took hold of my hips and lifted the lower half of my body off the bed so that my pussy was level with his face. 

He started with a few juicy kisses and then softly licked along the folds of my snatch with his tongue. When he really got down to it, eating me out, I took my breasts in hand and squeezed them, stimulating my nipples to erection. I was in heaven: I closed my eyes briefly and let Alan pleasure me. When I opened my eyes, I stared absently at the ceiling then my eyes wandered lazily around the room: first the window, then the wall, then the door…

What I saw on the other side of the door made me jump. Alan stopped pleasuring me and asked what was wrong. He saw me looking over at the door and turned his head in that direction. "Ah, it was nothing. Go on!" I whispered. I closed my eyes for a couple seconds because what, or rather who, I saw wasn't at the door anymore. However, when I opened them, I saw my son peering in at as. 

I didn't jump this time. The fact the Mark was spying on us just stunned me. Why would he do that? Well, I could see him taking a look and then moving on; but lingering there, the was different. I didn't want to tip Alan off. I thought that would make the situation creepier so I let my lover continue. I was also hoping that my son would leave. 

Alan lay my ass down, got up from the bed and went over to my dresser, opening the drawer where I kept the condoms. I looked over at the door: Alan must have at least glanced in that direction when he left the bed and I was worried he would see Mark. But when I looked, Mark was there. Alan came back toward the bed, ripping over a condom packet and smiling. My mind wasn't really focused on sex at that particular moment and my lover had to slap my leg to get my attention.

"Is there something wrong, honey?" Alan asked. He was holding the base of his cock and unrolling the condom down his shaft. 

"Oh, not at all." I answered. "Come on baby! Give it to me!" I reached down and parted my pussy lips, inviting Alan to enter me. He crawled on the bed and positioned his dick at the entrance of my snatch. When he entered me, filling me up completely, it felt so good that I completely dismissed my son figuring he had finally left. Alan wrapped his arms around me, holding me close, slowly and gently fucking me. I closed my eyes and experienced the pleasure. I opened them just a crack after several minutes and looked at the door again. Mark was back. 

I guess my son didn't think that I noticed his presence because he was much more visible then before. In fact, he had taken his cock out and was pumping it in his fist. While I knew what he was doing was wrong, the sight of Mark getting off by watching me, well, turned me on. I kept my eyes closed as much as I could while still being able to see and I acted like Alan was really doing it for me. In reality, was getting me wet was my son. Alan, at that point, was only a secondary pleasure for me. He provided physical stimulation but Mark was the one turning me on. 

My lover fucked me for a while and then he came close to cumming. Like always, Alan began to grunt and grip my skin tighter. At the same time, I saw Mark's face grow tight and concentrated and he jerked on his cock faster. Apparently, he was close to cumming too. So, I decided to egg them both on. "That's it baby. Come for me." I said loudly. "Oh yea, I cumming too." In fact, I was. 

Alan was definitely shooting his load in the condom and my orgasm started to mount. Meanwhile, Mark had cupping his other hand around the tip of dick; I suppose, to catch the semen. The though of my son cumming took me over the edge. I started to let out a scream as my pussy gently contracted. I closed my eyes and let Alan cum until he was finished his cock was going limp. When I opened my eyes and looked at the door, Mark was gone. 

That night, I had plenty of time to think about what happened. While I'll admit my son turned me on, I realized that the situation was wrong. However, I came to the conclusion that as long as it was a one time occurrence, and it was never mentioned between my son and I, I would let it pass. 

The next morning Alan left early for work and after waking up late, I headed downstairs for breakfast. Mark was sitting at the table and I considered turning around and gong back upstairs. But, my plan was to be cool, so I went into the kitchen. Mark bid me a good morning while I got a cup of coffee, and I sat down at the table. We talked a little bit and things seemed to be okay.

Mark had to leave to for school but before he left he said: "Mom, um, Pam's going to come over tonight. She has a leak in her place and wanted to get away from the noise. So, you know, I thought she could stay over here." I told my son I had no problem with it. "Well, Mom, um, we sort of wanted to be alone. You know? Do you think you could stay somewhere else tonight? Or, if you could just avoid us that would be okay too." Then he said something odd. Well, the way he said it was odd: "If you could just avoid the living room. We'll be in there. So, don't disturb us. Okay? In the living room." Before I could say anything, Mark left the house. 

I knew I shouldn't but I did: that night I camped out in my bedroom with the shades drawn, watching TV with the sound down low. Sure, my son's warning could have been genuine but I felt he was giving me a subtle hint. He wanted me to be there that night. But why was I waiting for them? Why would I continue this taboo voyeur game between Mark and I? Well, I still can't answer those questions fully. All I can say is that I was curious; curious to see what my sons intentions were. 

At about nine I heard car doors slamming out in front of the house. I turned the TV off and crept to window, peering from behind the shade. I caught a glimpse of Pamela walking towards my home. Then I heard the front door opening so I rushed to my bedroom door, opening it slightly so I could hear what was going on. 

"No, she's not home. Don't worry." I heard Mark say. "She went over to Alan's last night. Come on! Sit down on the couch and I'll get you something to drink." I shut my door and sat on the floor next me bed. I wasn't sure what was going to happen or what I was expected to do. But to be sure, I knew that I wanted to spy on my son and his girlfriend. 

The stereo went on downstairs, playing soft jazz. For some reason, I don't know why exactly, I thought this was a sign; a signal that Mark was sending me. I put on a pair of slippers, knowing they soften the noise from me walking on the wood floors. Opening my door slowly, I took easy, gentle steps towards the stairs. As I descended towards the first floor, I was able to discern Mark and Pam's voice above the music.

"Shouldn't we go upstairs?" Pamela asked.

"No. It's okay. Really. Don't worry." Mark said. "Hmmm, you like that?"

Crouched on a step, I looked into the living room. The couch's back was facing me but from my vantage point my son and his girlfriend from the shoulders up. Mark had his arm around Pamela and they were busy making out, giving each other sloppy, opened mouth kisses. I saw my son's hands unbuttoning the young lady's shirt starting from the collar and working his way down. He pushed the shirt off her shoulders and I had to strain to see her chest. Pam was wearing a simple white bra and while her breasts weren't huge, they would be appealing to any man. She reached behind her and the bra straps went loose. Mark slipped his thumb under one of the straps and slipped it off her shoulder. Then, he pushed her back over the arm of the couch and leaned in to kiss her breasts. I could see clearly that her dark red nipples were erect and my son licked them with his tongue. Mark kissed her flesh for a bit then he sat up straight and he appeared to be fidgeting with his pants. When his girlfriend disappeared from my sight, leaning into his crotch I knew what was going on. Mark started to egg Pamela on a bit: "Oh yea. That's feels so good baby. I love it when I'm with you." But when he turned to me and looked me right in the eyes I knew who he was addressing. 

I needed to get a better look. With Pamela occupied, I figured now would be the time to slip downstairs. Quietly, I went down the rest of the steps and flattened against the wall next to the living room. I craned my neck around the corner and looked in at the living room. Unfortunately, my perspective was worse because I love the height advantage. I didn't know what to do: I wanted to be close but I didn't want to go back to the stairs. There was another door into the living room from the kitchen and from there, I could get a better view of the action.. 

So I crept towards the kitchen and opened the door to the living room: the couch was perpendicular to door so from my perspective I could see my son's back. I saw Mark look towards the stairs and when he didn't see me, his head turned to search out where I was. When he looked towards the kitchen, he smiled a little bit. "Oh baby. Let's get naked." he told Pamela. 

Mark stood up and quickly took of his shirt. Behind him Pamela and kicked her legs into the air and removed her pants. She was completely naked and I caught of a glimpse of her dark pubic hair. Mark pushed his jeans down to the floor and used his feet to kick them off. He picked up his jeans, turned towards me, and lay his pants down on the arm of the couch. My son's cock was stiff and standing upright. 

"Aw honey, suck me cock a little more?" Mark asked his girlfriend. Pam sat on the edge of the couch and Mark stood in front of her, making a perfect profile for me to watch. Pamela took my son's cock in her hand and put the tip in her mouth. With one forward motion, she took his entire length down her throat. I had never seen such a thing before. Mark held the back of her head and fucked her mouth with short, thrusts. It was the hottest thing I ever saw and I didn't even realize that I had been touching myself. Through cotton panties, I could feel some dampness as I used my middle finger to rub my clit. 

But the phone rang in the kitchen, right next to me and I jumped. I moved away from the door and towards a corner where two counter tops met. "Hold on! It may be my mom. I'll be right back." Mark said from the living room. The door swung open and Mark walked into the kitchen. He looked around, found me and smiled. "Hello?" Mark said into the phone. "Oh, hi Alan." Mark was still looking at me but his cock was in his hand. "No, not tonight, no." My son pumped his dick faster right in front of me. "Okay, I'll tell her. Bye." Mark put the phone back on the hook, looked into my eyes and went back into the other room. 

The close encounter with my son left me thinking that this whole situation was really bad. The sexual game that we were playing was getting out of hand. As his mother, as the more mature party, I really should have put a stop to it. But in reality, I was right back at that door, peeping in at Mark and Pamela. 

Pamela reclining on the sofa, her ass hanging off the edge of the seat with her feet in the air. Mark was on his knees, burring his face in her snatch and seeming to love every minute of it. I thought of Alan eating me out at first, and then his face was gradually replaced with my son's. I wasn't jealous of Pamela exactly but a small part of me wished I was in her position. Mark continued to give her pleasure until she began to moan. Pam tugged on his hair and he got up from between her legs and started to kiss her chest and neck. She reached for his cock, slid it along the length of her pussy until Mark found the entrance of her vagina. I could see the tip of his dick disappear into her snatch while Mark put a hand on each of Pamela's knees, bracing both of them. Slowly, my son swung his hips until he was all the way inside his girlfriend. I watched the two fuck for a couple minutes and was very, very turned on. Pushing my sweat pants and underwear down to my thigh, I rubbed my hot, wet cunt and slipped a finger inside my pussy. Though I was really getting off, I had a strange urge: I wanted my son to see me turned on. 

I crept back out of the kitchen and stood next to the stairs. I peeked into the living room, the couch's back facing me, so that I could see Mark's head, and Pam's legs up in the air. I walked out into the doorway and waiting for Mark see his mother standing. He had closed his eyes but when he opened them, he was looking right at me. Slowly I pushed my pants and underwear down to my knees, exposing my bush to him. Not missing a beat, my son kept on fucking his girlfriend while saying: "Fuck yea. You look so good. So sexy. I love it.". I started to touch myself again; parting my pussy lips and showing Mark my soft, pink flesh. His eyes were transfixed on my cunt while he pumped his girlfriend full of hot, hard dick. I knew he fucking her harder and harder because the sound of their skin slapping together was getting louder. 

Pam began to cry out first. "Oh shit, I'm going to cum!" She screamed. Mark's trance was broken and he looked down at her. "Cum baby! Cum!" Mark told her. He looked back up at me, his eyes focused, jaw tight and sweat forming on his brow. I could tell he was trying to keep it together for as long as possible. Me? As soon as I heard his girlfriend scream I began to cum. While fingering my pussy, I rubbed my clit with my thumb, letting the feeling take over. Pam and I practically climaxed together and are orgasms both subsided at the same time but Mark's was just beginning. His head began to shake and I just saw his face release all the tension and let it flow out of his dick. "Cum in me Mark. Do it." Pam said. I retreated behind the wall and looked around into the living room as my son came. His whole body was flushed and covered in sweat by the time he was done. He gave me one last look before leaning over and kissing his girlfriend. I took the time to grab my clothes and head back upstairs. 

Like I said at the beginning of the story: This was a very intense sexual moment between my son and I. Although we never touched, there was an erotic connection that I had never experienced before but hope to relive again.



A Room With A View



We are dancing, slowly, at the masquerade ball. You, in the outfit I bought for you in my travels....a beautiful Chinese red silk dress, high at the neck, and cut just above the knees. Close-fitting but sophisticated. A vision of smouldering sensuality, you turn more heads than any woman in the room. You have worn the open-toed heels, also red, with the ankle ties that show off your calves, the sheer stay up stockings and red sheer thong and flimsy push-up bra barely there, as if nude under the silk. The simple red silk ribbon I tied around your neck before we left the room is barely perceptible but turns us both on, edging just above your collar. 

I am in a black silk suit with crisp white shirt and red tie made from the same material as your custom-tailored dress. My black silk boxers let me move freely in my dress pants, so as we dance, joined at the hip, I whisper in your ear and press my lips against your neck as my hardness presses likewise against your lips below. My voice becomes slightly deeper and more like liquid velvet when you turn me on, which is often, so I know my words are making your juices flow and moistening through your thong , just as your trembling whispers are making me wet and cool at the tip of my heat and dripping down my shaft. Our bodies are perfectly aligned for sex, and I gaze into your eyes and swim in them, making polite conversation as we are floating on the music, with the submissive, naughty little girl just below the surface of the strong, sophisticated woman. Each of us wants to go down on the other right then and there, but we stay, for we are expected to, though we are getting more and more turned on by what awaits us in our suite later.

You intoxicate me that way and we are more drunk in it than from the champagne.

In the elevator at the end of the evening, I look into your eyes as we take off each other's masks. You smile that smile that says it all, whispering "Yes." and I gently press you against the wall, pinning your hands behind your back, running my fingers over your hard nipples through the material and tugging them slightly as I lick, then nibble, the side of your neck. You are moaning softly, not knowing that my gentle bites that will soon be all over your body, with red silk scarves delightfully holding you, spread out like a rich buffet just for us, and I reach under your dress, lifting it quickly to push the thong aside and stroke directly into your wetness. You are whispering "Yes, please take me here. " moving your legs apart and arching your hips to my hand, unzipping me in your mind, your hands urgently wanting to wrap around my hot shaft.... when the elevator.....stops.

My hands drop quickly and I move back just a titch....kissing you on the cheek to cover your flushing face as an older couple get on the elevator. They smile sweetly, commenting on your dress, and the ride continues to our floor, my arm around your waist, feeling you shaking with lust.

We finally arrive at our floor and as we leave the elevator, we hear the elderly lady say with a smile to her man..."You can actually smell the sex coming off those two...they'll be naked in less than a minute."

And she's right...

We laugh at their laughter, and her words, because we saw the glint our heat gave them...and know her words to be true. 

So the hallway seems very long, like deliciously languid foreplay. Your stockings swishing together at their tops. Each of us wet. Ready.

You're thinking about the red ribbon around your neck and what it means between us. And you're thinking about the spa day you had in preparation for the masquerade ball. Knowing we'd be wearing the little masks we bought at the costumer's, yours red, mine black, you'd had a full Brazilian for the first time as an extra treat for us. You'd hidden your total hairlessness from me well while we dressed, and now you are pleased and aroused in a way you've never experienced, like new nerve endings all being caressed by the red silk ribbon and microfiber lingerie for the first time.

I'm thinking about the arrangements I had made in the suite for our late activities. The mahogany four poster king was properly relocated to the expansive arched leaded windows overlooking Times Square, as requested...I'd checked an hour or so ago when I told you I needed to talk business with those fellows in the cigar lounge. 

I had also lit the tall candles, moved the dressing mirrors and angled them just so, tied the long red silk scarves to the posts and connected the camera to the big tv there as a monitor. All so you'll have several angles to view us as I delight you for hours in a way you'll not soon forget.

Windows open, sheers billowing, champagne cold. The heartbeat of the city drumming below. It'll be as if we're making love in Times Square itself from this erotic, luxurious perch.

At our door, I look in your eyes, kiss you long and slow. Reaching behind, I silently unzip your dress there in the hallway. It slides off your hairless body like a ghost.

I open the door. You enter. I pick up the dress and follow.

I put your little red mask back on you and you place mine on me. The masquerade ball will always be our favorite weekend. Such fun, dancing close, as if we are strangers caught in an illicit, kinky affair.

I pour champagne. You see the arrangements and smile broadly. We toast. You walk to the windows and step behind the sheers. I see your profile in the flickering light as you glide your fingers over yourself , looking at the square below and sip silently.

I've removed my clothes and joined you there, my hand caressing your torso as my hot hard ridge makes contact with your perfect ass.

You are more silken than the fine lingerie, so I unhook the bra and it glides to the floor.

The knife from a nearby sommelier's corkscrew slides coolly under the little strings over your hips. Two deft strokes and you breathe deeply as the little thong clings to your wet lips below, then gives up the ghost and drops to the floor.

You tremble a little as my fingers glide into your pool, then spread the nectar over your bald sex, slowly. Dipping my fingers in the cold straw mead, I cool your skin there and you gasp.

"Do you like it?" you whisper.

"You are completely hairless, naked for me. I do like it." then bite your neck softly.

We silently turn to the bed, knowing it is time.

At the side, glasses join the magnum and you sink to your knees, stockings whispering. You look up, your red ribbon catching the same light as your eyes. Plaintively.

"Yes, you may."

You suck.

And you glance in the camera, to the mirrors, then to the screen, seeing yourself with my shaft in your mouth, your hands trained to stay behind your back, your mask framing your eyes.

Your desire makes you float with hunger and you devour me whole.

I let you drink greedily for a time, then touch your neck, stroking slowly upwards. You rise. We kiss deeply, sharing my sticky clear love.

Outside, the beat of the square has slowed and intensified, as if in time with our moves. The city breathing as you breathe as you lie on the bed.

Soft silk encases your ankles, then your wrists.

"Yes." You moan at being tied for me to take as I please.

Shiny silver chain sliding up between your legs. Gently through your pink pool, up your taut torso. Finally, the clasps grip your raspberry buds atop your heaving breasts. The chain finds its home between, pulling at each as your breasts heave and sway.

Your head and shoulders nestled in downy pillows there, back to the city, your hair framing your mask, your face. You can see yourself on our screen and me with the oil on my large sure hands. And the city below cheers us on with the sheers waving as at a parade and the breeze touching your naked flesh like a million fingers of horny strangers.

But you are all mine in the flickering light. Mine alone. The oil is hot on your feet and the breeze is cool on your nipples pinched tall.

Goosebumps take over and your shake from it all. Your sex is pulsing inside and rivulets of juice flow down to wet your little starfish and you tremble, getting close. 

As my hands move up to your thighs, you cum strong and hard. Your face a mixture of surprise and joy and confusion at a climax without my cock or mouth in you, your sex pumping fast, your juices a torrent as you cry out my name and see yourself on the screen. And you keep cumming in waves. You can't stop it. 

I am pouring more oil on my hands and move close enough for you to suck my sex again, for it is what you desire.

Your gratitude and lust are palpable and the crowd in the square, now cheering at some late night celebration down there, enflame your desire as if they could see.

And the billowing sheers wave to us, the breeze intensifies, kissing your nipples now crimson and tight.

But you are mine, only mine, there in the flickering light.

The oil on your hairless flesh like a lover itself, I'm in your mouth, twitching now. A guttural moan leaps out and my head pops out of your lips, creamy arcs on your chin, neck and breasts. 

You open your mouth and I milk the fat wand. Big stringy drops fall to your tongue, connected to you, connected to me. Glistening with your eyes and your smile.

You want more. I lick myself off you and you greedily suck my mouth till its ours.

The square raises a cheer as if for us. We don't hear anymore. You're watching me suck your naked sex, the oil on my hands on your tits as you watch on tv and in the mirrors. And you cum fast and hard. Again and again, with the waves taking you up.

You lick your cum off my face and our tongues dance as at the ball.

The clamps are released and my teeth take their place. You're wild in it now, shaking and moaning deliciously dirty things as two fingers stroke your walls and a third enters behind.

And you're cumming again and again and you're roaring with the crowd, your hair tangled, your body sweating sex and glistening with oil in the flickering light as the sheers rampage overhead in the wind, struggling like your limbs to be free and have me all.

The knife cuts you free and you leap to your knees, red silk banners your flags. The billowing sheers licking your back and you seeing the mob down there, fists in the air, dancing and cheering as I enter you fast hard and true, sliding, fucking, pounding in you as you scream out my name and cum yet again, your face in contortions your eyes on fire as you open and process the scene.

You and me. On the screen. In the flickering light. Our bodies all sweaty, my cock in full flight. And the crowd cheering loud at the pair high up in the air. On the screen. One hundred feet high, masked, screaming, unbound and fucking. Naked, obscene. Yet in a beautiful trance. Like the dance hours ago, connected by silk.

Three floors up, the elderly couple are watching, agape. Speechless

Finally, she pulls her eyes away, looks at him and says "Do they look familiar to you?"



A Room With A View



I have a story to tell about a business trip my wife and I went on recently. I'm 30 years old, 6'2", 220 pounds and train in Martial arts and stay in decent shape. My wife is a knockout to look at, 35 years old, 5'9", 135 pounds, long silky brown hair and a fantastic body! We have a fantastic sex life together, and it continually gets better. We have children and rarely get the chance to go away together, so when the opportunity arose we jumped at it. I had to go to Seattle on a business trip, and was able to arrange for Lisa to come along with me. It was the best four days of my life (four nights actually).

We stayed on the sixth floor of a very nice hotel near the Seattle airport. Our room faced out to the main parking lot and the windows went from floor to ceiling. The balconies of the building jutted out and you could actually look into the other rooms. The windows had one way glass, but this was useless if someone had a light on inside.

Lisa and I have made love in various situations before but never like we were about to do, in view of others! After the first day of business was done we went to the hotel lounge for a couple of drinks. I could tell Lisa was starting to unwind and was feeling "frisky". She has the best tits (natural 38C's), with inch long nipples. Well, when she gets horny those nipples stick out to their fullest! I knew then that I was going to have a great night of sex. Not wanting to delay our fun, I went and bought a bottle of wine and we went to our room.

So once in our room, Lisa went had a shower and returned wearing a very sexy lace bra and panty set. I walked over to her, wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her. I started kissing lightly on her ears, neck and down to her shoulders. I was sucking, licking and nibbling on her as I went. This gets her pussy dripping wet. She tilted her head back and to the side while letting out little squeals and moans as I continued my passionate embrace. Her skin is soft and very sensitive to touch. Her nipples are also extremely sensitive and adds to the fun. And they were awaiting their turn for my attention. I started my slow decent to her the rest of her body. I moved my kisses lower, trailing my tongue down her shoulders and started to explore the tops of her breasts. I reached out with my hands and massaged them through the lace of her bra. As I squeezed her tits, I took her nipples between my fingers and tweaked them. 

This gets Lisa very worked up. She suddenly let inhaled sharply an squealed intensely. The pressure of her nipples being stimulated along with the roughness of the lace was definitely having the desired affect. I knew her panties would be getting soaked in her juices and when I looked down I could see the wet spot on them. I reached around her and undid the hooks on her bra. As the bra fell to the floor I knew I had to feel those tits in my mouth. My lips locked around the nipple and before long Lisa was grinding her pussy on my leg. I knew she was getting primed and ready for a long, hard fuck! I slid down her body and grabbed her by the hips and buried my face in her snatch. I could smell the combination of the perfume she was wearing mixing with the sweet smell of her dripping pussy. Slowly, I pulled her panties down over her ass and past her knees and they also fell to the floor. I had her remain standing , legs spread wide as I licked up from her ankles, all the way to the top of her thighs. By now my cock was hard as steel and wanting to explode. I happened to look over to the window and got a wicked idea. We read Penthouse Letters regularly and have seen stories about couples fucking in front of others, I never thought we'd do it though.

The room had a real nice wing back chair with matching foot stool (great for fucking on!) I moved it over directly in front of the window facing out and had Lisa sit in it. I then proceeded to open the drapes up wide, with a light on in the back of the room to allow others to look in. Lisa put her feet on the window and spread her legs wide. Meanwhile I got out her electric body massager and dildo. The dildo is 12 inches long and 4 inches around. I had to taste her sweet pussy before I would touch her with either item. Kneeling between her legs I slowly gave light flicks of my tongue over her outer pussy lips. Then I penetrated her cunt with my tongue, and her wetness filled my mouth. I repeatedly stabbed my tongue deeply into her and she screamed in ecstasy! I locked my lips around her clit and sucked for all I was worth. Her breathing became ragged and came in short gasps, she was nearing the point of no return. 

She was begging me to lick and suck her clit harder. Just prior to her orgasm I stopped. I looked out the window and there were cars stopped in the parking lot with their occupants looking up at our window. I had Lisa stand up and bend over, spread her pussy lips and back up against the window. I knew she could be seen quite clearly from all vantage points. I then told her to sit back down in the chair. I took the dildo and shoved it hard into her pussy. She grunted and then started to moan! With that, I grabbed the massager and turned it on full and placed it on her clit. You think she was moaning before, she went wild! I started to fuck her cunt with the dildo while the vibrations of the massager sent her into orbit. I felt her pussy muscles grab the dildo as she started to cum. She was bucking wildly in the chair and screaming from the intensity of her orgasm. The people below got quite a performance, now it was my turn to be pleasured.

We switched places, but we repositioned the chair so we were sideways to the window. She said she was about to give me the best blowjob of my life! I thought to myself that this was going to be unreal because she always gives me fantastic head. I mean this lady could suck start a Harley Davidson! With that she knelt down before me and started to lick my thighs, stomach, chest & even sucked on my nipples while her fingers lightly tickled my balls. My cock was twitching with anticipation. She then took her tongue and gently flicked it out on the end of my cock. By now my precum was flowing freely and she lapped it up like she hadn't had anything to drink in days and was dying of thirst! She encircled the head of my cock with her lips and began to suck. 

I was very excited as I knew we were in plain view of the people below and anyone in the rooms around us. This made my cock throb in anticipation of my impending climax. She started to bob her head faster up and down on my shaft. She was using her right hand to jack me off while her left one was playing with my balls. They were tightening up and she could tell I was going to let loose a giant eruption of jism. She was actually begging me to cum in her mouth for her. The whole scene was too much for me to take. I started to piston my rod into her mouth with lightning speed. All of a sudden my orgasm hit me. My prick fired it's load like a cannon! Lisa swallowed as fast as she could, but there was so much jism, it overflowed from her mouth. I could see my cum dripping from her chin in long ropy white strands and landing on my stomach. It was a very intense cum but I knew that I was far from being done. I pulled my still erect cock from her cum filled mouth and started to pump it with my right hand. Lisa finished swallowing and was wiping the cum from her lips and chin and rubbed it onto her tits and snatch.

She was very horny with my practically drowning her with my cum. She masturbated while kneeling in front of me. Between the sight of this nympho sex goddess in front of me and being on public display had me ready to spunk again. I told this to Lisa and she wrapped her tits around my cock and let me fuck them. She was bouncing her tits to my rhythm when I yelled that I was going to cum. It felt like my nuts were being wrung out as my jism sprayed two feet into the air. It was shooting everywhere and landing on Lisa's face, tits & neck. 

This had Lisa very worked up and after she licked me clean she wanted one more orgasm of her own before I could fuck her pussy. I sat her down and shoved the dildo back up her cunt and then slid a finger up her tight little ass! I then put the massager back on her clit and she held it in place. I slowly fucked her ass and pussy, alternating the strokes. This put her over the edge and she screamed in ecstasy.

I then stood her up and had her press her tits up against the window while I prepared to fuck her snatch from behind. She was ready for it and I spread the lips of her pussy. I lubed the head of my cock with her pussy juice and slowly sank my meat into her all the way to the hilt! I could see our reflection in the glass as I banged her. She looked awesome, hard nipples pressed against the cold glass window, mouth open and moaning. Suddenly I noticed something (or someone) moving outside on the balcony. The hotel was built so that two rooms shared one balcony. The only "privacy" divider was a row of iron bars like the balcony railings were made of. The guy in the suite next door came outside for a smoke. Lisa didn't notice him since her head was facing the other way. He was only about 8 feet away from us and was able to see everything if he turned our way! I didn't want to alarm Lisa about him because he would have been "too close" for her liking. 

Well I thought, "Fuck it, and let's let him enjoy the show!" Sure as shit her did turn our way and got an eyeful of my beautiful wife's naked body getting fucked from behind. I pretended not to notice him so he wouldn't get scared off and kept on pumping my cock up Lisa's cunt. I'm sure he even heard some of the loud screams and moans she let out from the pleasure my rod was giving her. Our "observer" just stood there in amazement and full arousal. I could see him starting to stroke his cock through his pants while he watched us fuck. My cock throbbed and started to pump her snatch full of my cum. However, I wanted our friend to see me cover her with my jizz so I pulled out and creamed all over her back and ass. She reached around and rubbed my cum all over then slid two fingers up her twat, pulled them out and sucked our juices off of them. It was then I informed her of the guy standing there watching us on the balcony. Lisa jumped away from the window, horrified that some guy was that close and watched us have sex! I looked over at the guy as he walked inside smiling to himself. I'm sure he went inside and jerked off after seeing our performance. 

Later I asked Lisa if she had enjoyed herself and she said yes. She said that she was reluctant at first but was excited when she thought about what we had done. I think this will only be the first if many more interesting stories for me to live out! 



A Room with a View



More than a year on from his wife's premature death, Julian found himself increasingly thinking about sex. Adventurous though they had once been, during the later stages of their marriage, and especially during the last months of Joyce's illness, sexual activity had dwindled virtually to nothing. Julian had learned to go without, to put the idea out of his mind. But now, given his freedom, the old urges were resurfacing ever more frequently.

In theory, there should have been no shortage of opportunity. Julian was fifty-one. He had a successful business as a consultant drainage engineer; he was contracted to advise on a number of major projects in the public and private sectors. Money was not a problem. The funds Joyce had inherited from her father had passed to Julian; once probate was complete, he had sold their house in a village thirty miles from the city and moved himself back into the centre. He took a penthouse apartment close to the business area but with views over the river and beyond. One large room was converted into an office with a smaller annexe for his secretary. With his files and computers installed he was able, when not out on site or in meetings, to work from home.

Socially, Julian's life wasn't extensive - the dinner party circuit had only ever had limited appeal - and he was now confronted with the difficulty of finding an outlet for his sex drive. His brother, Edward, a corporate lawyer in Toronto, had telephoned one day to see how he was coping with being a widower. "Never the same woman two nights running, eh Jules?" he'd leered down the line. "We should all be so lucky."

If only it were that easy, thought Julian. His youngish secretary came in on three mornings a week and a middle-aged cleaning lady on the other two, but he had quickly told himself they should both remain off limits. He'd tried dating agencies but gave up after one excruciatingly boring dinner with a blonde whose years of bleaching should have been buried among the ruins of the singularly uninteresting past which she recounted at length. 

The Yellow Pages offered surprisingly long lists of escort agencies but he could envision little satisfaction with someone who was into sex for money rather than pleasure. If not love, at least there should be lust. He surfed the internet but the demand for mature single men wasn't huge, and what was available didn't entice him. When the net opened his eyes to Swingers Clubs he actually ventured out to one only to find himself in competition with too many single men almost all of whom were twenty or more years his junior. Group masturbation in semi-darkness while watching three couples writhing on a mattress drove him away.

Naturally, none of this was mentioned during his lunch with Audrey. The last person Julian would want to learn about his physical yearnings was someone who linked back to the hermetic circle he had left behind. It was his own fault that he was lumbered with Audrey. In circulating his change of address he had sent a block e-mail, forgetting that it would reach, among others, his erstwhile acquaintances in the village. That had been compounded by his immersion in a business file when Audrey telephoned. She was coming to town the next day ... would be lovely to see him again ... was he free, by any chance? Unable to improvise an instant excuse, Julian had offered lunch, and now here they were on opposite sides of the table at I Fratelli, a restaurant more expensive than the occasion warranted. Audrey was loving it.

Audrey Jones and her husband Bob were at the centre of many activities in the village (the inhabitants continued to refer to it as The Village even though it was rapidly becoming a small town). Bob, an accountant, devoted his spare time to designing and building scenery for the local amateur dramatic society. On Sundays he contributed a loud, unmusical baritone to the church choir. Audrey, a career housewife with no children to distract her, helped in the Charity Shop, went to aerobics classes and held coffee mornings. In an attempt to divert her from bringing him up to date with village changes since his departure, Julian made the mistake of allowing her to turn the conversation to his new circumstances.

"We saw from your e-mail that you've taken a penthouse near the river. Is it as gorgeous as it sounds?"

Julian conceded that it had its virtues, not least the views. Another mistake.

"It sounds marvellous." Audrey consulted her watch. "Look, I don't have anything to hurry back for - would it be awfully rude of me to ask if I could have a look round? is it far?"

Yet again Julian found himself unable to concoct a spur-of-the-moment excuse. "Of course not," he said. "Let's finish our wine and I'll take you - it's only ten minutes, if you don't mind walking."

Audrey didn't mind at all. On the way, she took his arm and said, "This is awfully kind of you, Julian." After they had walked a little further in silence, she remarked, "I suppose it's a bit forward of me asking a single man to take me to his home, but we're grown-ups, aren't we?"

When Julian looked down at her there was no sign of coquetry, merely a statement that meant what it said, no more, no less. "Yes," said Julian, "I suppose we are. Whatever grown up means these days." He wondered how it might have been were they both twenty or thirty years younger. Probably Audrey would have been quite pretty then. In middle age, conservatively dressed, hair neatly fashioned, gold-rimmed spectacles, unobtrusive make-up, she was still - his mind searched for a word - well, presentable.

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"My word, you have done well. It's quite breathtaking, isn't it?" Audrey was standing at the penthouse window gazing at the panorama spread out below.

"It's awful to say so, but I've got used to it now. Some days I hardly notice it."

"And you've nobody to share it with?"

"Share it? No, not really." Was the question prompted by mere curiosity, he conjectured. Or could it be ...? He chose not to explore the idea. Instead, he began to point out landmarks, churches, bridges, a new monstrous skyscraper. In doing so, Julian was standing slightly behind Audrey, pointing over her shoulder. That was when he became aware of her hand reaching round to touch his thigh. For a moment he didn't move and they fell silent. Audrey's head tilted back to rest lightly on his shoulder. Her hand inched sideways to his groin. His mind returned to the thought he had dismissed. Could it really be that this woman from his innocent past, a paragon of village rectitude as he had always thought, was trying to seduce him? It certainly seemed so. But did he mind? An involuntary erection straining at his zip gave him his answer.

Audrey sighed and half-turned to face him. "Julian, dear, before this goes any further, I think we should talk."

Mute, he allowed her to lead him to the sofa. They sat at opposite ends, facing each other, Audrey with her hands folded demurely in her lap. She took off her spectacles. "I only need these for long distances," she said. "You are close enough - and perhaps we can be closer. But first, if you will forgive me asking - when you say no-one shares your lovely view, does that mean you are still pining for Joyce?"

Julian paused before replying, trying to guess once again where he was being led. Eventually, he said simply, "No. Not any more."

"And there's no new woman in your life?"

"No."

"Then - in a way - we are ... how can I put it? Two of a kind."

"But Bob - "

She cut him short, reaching forward to put a hand on his knee. "Bob isn't a problem." She corrected herself. "No, that's not strictly true. Bob is a wonderful husband to me. I couldn't wish for a kinder, more considerate person to spend every day with. Except ..."

"Except?"

Audrey sighed. "To be honest with you, Julian, sex was never a major interest for Bob. It's not that we didn't try and for a while it was - well, I suppose you could say satisfactory. But never more. Never ... exciting."

"That could be true of many couples."

"You're probably right. But a while ago I made up my mind. Sex with Bob had just stopped. And I wasn't ready for that. My body was telling me something else."

He held up his hand before she could explain. "If you've decided to do something about it behind Bob's back, I don't think I could be what you need."

"Not at all. I couldn't do what you're suggesting. And, anyway, I would have been disappointed if you were prepared to do that. But we talked about it, Bob and I. It wasn't easy, because he would have much rather not discuss it. However, I made it absolutely clear how I feel about him and that nothing was going to change that. But I didn't want to feel that sex was over for the rest of my life." 

Julian had to admire the calm way in which this outwardly ordinary woman looked him in the eye while revealing the secrets of her intimate life. He waited for her to continue.

"I won't bore you with the details, but this is what we agreed: I could be free to have a relationship to satisfy my desires. Of course, it had to be safe in every way, health not least. It had to be discreet - obviously not in the village. And Bob didn't want to know anything about it - in fact, wouldn't want to know whenever it happened." At last, seemingly relieved to have ended her explanation, she sat back and smiled.

"So how is it working? What number am I?"

For the first time, Audrey lost her composure. She paused before replying. Still holding his gaze, she spoke quietly. "Julian, my dear, I have no ambition to become the whore of Babylon. There are no numbers. Just you. And I can't tell you how long it took me to pluck up the courage to ring you."

He'd been boorish and he recognised how he had hurt her. "I'm sorry, Audrey. I didn't mean it that way. But - "

"It's all right. Why should you have known? The fact is, the more I thought of you, the more you seemed to represent my only hope. I don't know many single men. I wanted someone of my age who wouldn't despise me for what I am. You see, I remembered you as you were back with us - always kind and courteous. I liked you then and though I know this is different, I did wonder after ... if now you were alone, you might be in need much as I am."

Suddenly, he understood the transparent candour with which she spoke and her artlessness touched him. "To be truthful, Audrey, in this circumstance I just don't know."

"Would you like to try?"

"I think I might."

"Then," she said, smiling now, "it's time you took in another view in this hideaway of yours." As she continued to speak, Audrey began to unfasten her blouse, one careful button after another. "I hope you will feel this shouldn't be rushed. We don't know each other at all - not in this way. And it has to be good for both of us. Can you - go slowly?"

This time Julian returned her smile. "I have to find out. I suppose it depends to a certain extent on you, on how - can I use your word? - how exciting you will be. But I'll do my best."

She had undone the last button. Removing the blouse, she set it to one side. She wore a bra in a colour Julian would have called mauve. It followed the blouse, revealing breasts of medium size that he saw had needed little support. As though reading his mind, she cupped them in her hands and teased the dark nipples between finger and thumb. "I try to keep in shape. The aerobics help." Nodding towards him, she added. "I see you approve."

Following the direction of her look, he glanced down to realise that almost unconsciously he had opened his trousers and was stroking his penis.

"Good, Julian. Now tell me how you like the view." Audrey slowly pushed the hem of her skirt above her knees and along her thighs beyond the tops of her stockings. Parting her legs, she revealed knickers in the same mauve colour.

"I think it's the nicest view I've seen for a long, long time." His penis was hard in his hand.

Audrey rose to her feet, unfastened a clasp and stepped out of her skirt. Julian struggled to remind himself that little more than an hour earlier this woman had been making small talk over lunch without giving the slightest hint of what must have been in the forefront of her mind. Looking at her now, wearing only knickers and stockings, posing for him a little shyly but without affectation, he felt perhaps for the first time how very desirable she was.

"The thing about this view, of course," she said, "is that you don't just have to look. You're allowed to touch."

No further invitation was needed. He reached out, took her hands and drew her to him. Seated, his face was on a level with her waist. His tongue drew little circles on her skin. His hands went behind her, cupping her buttocks, revelling in the erotic sensation of rich silk against softly yielding flesh. The temptation to remove the last garment was easy to resist. He had promised to go slowly and every prolonged minute was unalloyed sensual reward. 

Audrey seemed instinctively to understand. She said, "I like the way you touch me. Would it be good for you like this?" She arranged herself face down across his lap, her bottom slightly raised, her legs a little apart. Julian's hands continued their exploration, fondling the admirably tight orbs, pushing the knicker material into the crack between, letting his fingers delve further until they encountered the dampness in the crotch before returning to start the journey all over again. Subtly, he varied his approach; fresh pressure elicited from Audrey a sigh of pleasure; stretching the knickers until they were taut across firm flesh was greeted by a murmur of approval. When he ventured inside a knicker leg to trace a lingering line from her bottom to the lips that would be his ultimate delight, an involuntary tremor told him that her arousal continued.

Eventually, she lifted herself from her prone position to look Julian in the face. "I wish I could tell you how sexy this is," she said. "I just know it's going to be good. All of it. But I mustn't be selfish. It's about time I wasn't the only one undressed here."

Once her nimble fingers had removed Julian's shirt, trousers and boxer shorts, she nudged him back on to the sofa. "Time I gave you a little of the pleasure you've just given me," she said. She knelt in front of him and took his circumcised penis in a cool hand. The engorged head was subjected to lengthy appraisal. Slowly, she bent and kissed the tip. Her tongue emerged and lightly caressed the sensitive underside. For a moment Julian sensed that she was weighing a decision. Determined though he had been to keep Bob from his thoughts, he couldn't help wondering whether her experience with her husband had included fellatio. However, if there had been any uncertainty on her part now, it was swiftly dispelled. Audrey opened her mouth and engulfed his shaft. Within seconds she was sucking greedily.

The effect was wonderful but it wasn't long before he was aware of the danger. When he put his hand against her forehead and eased her away, she looked up in dismay. "I'm sorry," she gasped. "Wasn't that good?" 

"My dear, it was superb fo me. But we were about to make too much progress too soon. I need to be in a proper state to please you for a while yet. But maybe I can return the compliment without the same kind of complication. Would you like that?"

"Very much. And, by the way, I suspect I don't have your problem. So if you think I'm nearing the edge, please don't stop."

It was time for the knickers to come off. Julian took his time, fondling Audrey's bottom yet again as he worked his way to the waist band. The expensive mauve material slid slowly down her thighs to the floor. He motioned for them to change places, but Audrey had other ideas. "Now we're getting to the serious part, it would be nice to be completely comfortable," she said. "Somewhere you must have a bed we could try?"

"Yes, of course. You'll have to forgive me - this is as much unknown territory for me as it is for you. And you're having such an effect on me I'm forgetting my manners. Come."

He took her hand and led her to his bedroom. The bed was large, the mattress firm but not too hard. When he turned back the covers crisp white sheets were revealed. "Pillows," said Audrey, now more at ease, more comfortable taking charge of a situation she had so long anticipated. "Do you have extra pillows?" When they were produced she arranged them in descending order, so that when she lay down one was under her head, two in the small of her back, three under her bottom. Drawing up her knees, she held them apart by gripping her ankles.

"Another glorious view," said Julian, bending to his task. He grasped her buttocks with both hands and surveyed the secret entrance surmounted by a pelmet of fine hair. The lips were puffy and already glistening without any contact from him. Experimentally, he allowed the fourth finger of his right hand to seek the tiny anal aperture, but Audrey gently denied him access. "Not yet," she said. "I'm not sure if I'm ready for that. But please don't be offended. Perhaps next time."

Next time? he thought. Was she already set on making this a recurring experience? Well, the future could wait. He slid two fingers into Audrey's vagina, having first moistened them in his mouth. There had been no need. Within the mysterious folds there was slick wetness in abundance. Audrey sought to prise herself more widely open, pushing forward with her pelvis as he began alternate withdrawal and penetration with his fingers. Next he added oral stimulation of a protuberant clitoris. He began slowly and tenderly, matching the tempo of his manual rhythm, then gradually increased the speed and force. 

Everything was guesswork. Unwittingly, she had almost made him ejaculate in her mouth; too eager, he had been precipitate with his anal invitation. Now he was lapping at her most sensitive area with no previous experience to guide him, no knowledge of what might best achieve Audrey's objective. An answer soon came. Small twitches of her most intimate muscles and the sound of rapid breathing told their own story. That was reinforced when she released her ankles to grasp the back of Julian's head, pressing his mouth against her opening. He strove to be faster and firmer with his fingers. Her juices were seeping on to her inner thighs. When the climax arrived a huge uncontrolled convulsion spread from her groin throughout her body until she collapsed, crying out between gulps for breath, "Julian ... Julian, darling ... that was ... just ... wonderful." And when she had recovered some composure, "Thank you, my dear, thank you. I'm so pleased you didn't stop. I wouldn't have known how to bear it. But don't worry. Give me a minute or two. There's more - isn't there?"

There was. Soon Julian found himself kneeling beside Audrey's head, feeding his penis into her mouth while pinching her nipples between finger and thumb; he remembered she had stimulated herself in the same way when she first removed her bra. When the combination of tongue and lips threatened to become too exciting, he changed position, still kneading the nipples but using his other hand to work on her clitoris.

"When you were ... down there," she said, "did I taste good?"

For answer, he opened her vaginal folds, collected a generous sample of her juices on his fingers and then held them to her mouth. "Yes," she said when she had licked them clean, "Very good. But I don't think I can wait any longer. Can you do me now? Properly, I mean."

Her lack of any basic vocabulary - or, at least, if she knew the words, her reluctance to use them - served only to increase Julian's amazement at the contrast between this suburban housewife's conservative outward demeanour and the raging desires of her body. He found it oddly arousing. And if she was ready, which she undoubtedly was, so was he.




A Room with a View



There remained the delicate matter of condoms: a commodity he didn't keep in stock. When he told her, she shook her head. "No. No need. I certainly don't need them any more - never liked them much, anyway. And I know all about the health question. But if you had answered differently when I asked you if there were any other women in your life we wouldn't have got this far. So no, we don't have to worry. And I think that's nice. Please go ahead just as we are - I want to feel the real you."


To begin, he asked her to kneel with the little pile of cushions supporting her stomach while lifting her bottom for his inspection. He would have liked to apply his tongue to the little pink hole but, remembering her earlier reticence, decided not to risk breaking the mood of rapidly rising carnality. He widened her knees slightly until her vulva could be seen, the labia still wet from her previous endeavours. 

It would have been simple to plunge the full length of his penis inside, but instead he chose to tease her - and himself - by making the insertion by small degrees, pausing as he did so. Size had never been something to engage Julian's attention, but he supposed he was about average - whatever average was. By the time his offering was completely absorbed by Audrey's viscous interior, it was plainly enough because she told him so. "My dear, that is so, so good. Please hold it there for a moment." He did so, luxuriating in the sensation. After a while, though, he told her, "It's good for me, too. But would you like me to start moving now?"

Yes, she would. And so this curious copulation progressed: a middle-aged man and woman almost unwittingly finding their way towards a mutual pleasure that was emotional as well as physical; and all the while the most basic needs were requested and diligently delivered to the accompaniment of verbal exchanges that would not have been out of place at one of Audrey's coffee mornings. 

The pace of his thrusting drew frequent approving comments. The sound of his groin slapping against the flesh of her bottom seemed particularly arousing for her. But again, Julian was aware of approaching crisis. He slowed, grasped her hips to hold himself in place for a few moments and then withdrew.

Uninvited, Audrey turned on to her back, scrabbling the pillows into place beneath her again. "Like this?" she asked. "Yes," he replied, "just like that. You're ready, aren't you?"

"I've been ready since we walked in the door. The waiting has been delicious, but I'm sure the best is still to come. Please take it as slowly as you can - though I'll understand if ... if it goes wrong."

Julian discovered that he fervently did not want it to go wrong. This woman who had been little more than a passing acquaintance had come to him with a deep inner need and had somehow found the courage to express it; in seeking to have it fulfilled she had offered herself with unstinting generosity for his pleasure, too. 

Guiding himself into her, Julian summoned every ounce of concentration to prevent himself giving way to the urges generated by the contraction of her muscles around his rigid shaft. Once he thought he was sufficiently in control he began moving inside her, absorbing her reciprocal co-operation. Instinctively, she matched his tempo, making small sounds of pleasure as the pace and the forcefulness increased. They experimented with changes of position. Audrey rode on top, one hand grasping a nipple, the other titillating her clitoris; a strategic swivel of a dresing table mirror added visual excitement; she piled pillows under her stomach so he could ply her from behind; they switched to a scissors coupling, delighting in the opportunity that gave for them to take turns in stroking her protruding nub, now glistening with her juice.

From time to time Julian found himself murmuring, "Steady," while they both remained still until his composure returned. But with each resumption he was aware of the growing insistence from his testicles to deliver their load. They had returned to missionary position when Audrey, conscious of how great the effort was becoming for him, said, "It has to happen soon, my dear. Press against me while I move - it won't take long. And then as soon as I come, don't hold back any longer."

As she spoke, she began to wriggle, a series of subtle undulations to create the friction at the tip of her clitoris. Inexorable messages coursed throughout her nervous system until, in a great ecstatic convulsion, she clutched his buttocks, bucked and twisted, held him inside her until she knew his release, too, was unstoppable.

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The following week they agreed to skip lunch. Audrey came straight to the penthouse and within minutes they were naked on the bed. But it wasn't an unqualified success. The exchanges were feverish and sensual by turns and they both came. It was afterwards though that, lying side by side, they agreed there was already more to their relationship than sheer lust; they wanted to build on the unselfish intimacy of their first time. They decided to reinstate lunch at I Fratelli the following week. Audrey had explained that she could meet him every Thursday afternoon if he wished, which he unequivocally did. What excuse she made to Bob he didn't enquire. Did Bob guess what her regular absences meant? Did Bob want to guess? Julian preferred not know. He recognised that, this one aspect apart, Audrey was totally committed to her husband. And that was enough to know. No matter what anyone else might think, it seemed to work.

There was one small difference at the next lunch. Instead of facing each other across the table, Audrey insisted on sitting at Julian's side. The reason became apparent as soon as the waiter had taken their orders and departed. Taking his hand in hers, she slid it under the napkin on her lap where she contrived unobtrusively to raise the hem of her skirt until his fingers met cool flesh. When they had lingered briefly, she removed his hand and smoothed down her skirt. Between courses, she repeated the invitation but took evasive action when his exploration moved higher.

"What I like," she said, "is the service here. Nothing is rushed It's nice to enjoy one course and then pause before the next. That's the kind of service I like."

"Yes," said Julian, "I share your taste."

"Taste," she said. "I remember." Her smile was part recollection, part promise. Back at the penthouse, the promise was amply fulfilled, the sex even more varied than before, richer and more satisfying for the care each took with the the other.

The Thursday afternoon rendezvous soon became the focus of Julian's week, eagerly anticipated, fondly recalled during the intervening seven days. Occasionally it proved impossible to escape the demands of a client and seven days stretched agonisingly to fourteen. But after almost a year of regular bliss, they were facing a longer separation. Bob and Audrey were about to fulfil a long-standing commitment to visit relatives in Australia. They would be there for three weeks and then would stop off in Hong Kong and Singapore on the way back. 

"Will you miss me?" Audrey asked after their final session before the unavoidable hiatus.

"More than I can tell you."

"But what about sex?"

"I'll be as patient as I can."

"You don't have to go without, you know."

"Maybe, but it's not a lot of fun on your own. Especially after what I've grown to expect from you."

"Julian, dear, what we have is very special. And it will be just as good when I get back. But I have a suggestion - if you like."

"Such as?"

"I could ask Lydia to be my understudy."

Startled, Julian said nothing.

"You remember Lydia?"

"No. Lydia who?"

"Roberts. She teaches modern languages at the grammar school. You probably met her at somebody or other's drinks party."

"If I did, I can't remember. But anyway - "

"Look, let me tell you. Lydia and I do aerobics together and during the holidays we often have coffee together. Which is how I know that she has been having an affair with another teacher. Lydia was always hoping he might leave his wife but it never happened, and now it's all over. The other day she told me in confidence that what she misses most is the regular sex. Do you see what I'm getting at?"

Julian thought he did. And he thought that later on he might just put in a call to his brother in Toronto.



A Room with a View



This is an adult story about how a younger divorced man and an older widowed woman begin life anew through a chance meeting. Throughout the years, I have read many of the excellent authors on this site, and have truly enjoyed many of your creative talents. Most of my work deals with couples meeting by chance and eventually coupling, so they're not "short stories" per say. Although I have written many stories that are shorter, this one could easily empty your ink cartridge should you decide to print it out and read it off screen.

If there are any minor children around, please make sure they're not reading adult material. That being said, if you feel up to it, please grab yourself a cup of hot coffee, or whatever it is you enjoy drinking while you read, sit back and relax and hopefully you'll enjoy this story as much as I did writing it. Also, feel free to leave your valued comments, as they are welcomed and will help sharpen my writing skills.

Respectfully submitted,

Solitary Sentential

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A Room with a View

A younger man discovers more than nature's splendor with an older woman.

Unfortunately, like many divorcing couples even after being married for fifteen years, it too, ended up becoming a nasty and bitter one, as they usually do. This always seems to hold true, especially whenever the sharks are feasting feverishly upon raw flesh. The once so-called loving ex-wife got full custody of our teenage children. She somehow even managed to retain sole ownership of the primary house we had lived and raised our children in. It was also ordered in the Divorce Decree that she was entitled to collect half of the money received from selling my rental investment property, which I owned outright prior to even meeting or knowing her. Adding a final insult to injury, a so-called unbiased judge, further ordered that she receive more than half of my hard earned paycheck every month, or at the very least, until the children moved out or they finished college.

With my income getting drastically slashed, attorney and court fees which had spiraled out of control, I knew expenses had to be scaled way back. In order to survive financially, I would have to move alittle closer to where I worked to keep my head above water. The divorce took approximately two years to become finalized, and slightly longer to try and regain some normalcy in my life.

It was during that turbulent time in my life, that the company I worked for was opening a brand-new big box retail store, in the upper northwest. But, it wasn't going to be ready for occupancy for another year even after my divorce had been finalized. They offered the coveted position of Regional District Manager to me, once that store and two other expansive stores being built in the tri-state area were ready and opened for business.

Mr. Warner, who was my immediate boss sweetened the company's proposition by revealing they would cover all direct related moving expenses, that is, if I were willing to pack up my belongings, and move across the country to Washington State. It also meant, I'd have alot more disposal income in my bank account, which was a generous offer on the company's part. After everything I had gone through, I knew I would need that extra cash in order to begin the process of replenishing all the necessary household furniture and products that vanished in the divorce, and start anew when I moved west.

Although at first, I was somewhat reluctant to accept the advantageous position. But, after speaking with family members, close friends, and weighed all my options while mulling it over for a couple of days, I readily accepted the exceptional opportunity. It also helped knowing that my children were nearly of legal age to move out on their own, or explore going straight to college should they choose, which would further enhance their possibilities to make a decent living. Of course, talking it over with my aging parents, also allowed me to make the distinction between staying close to them, or venturing out to the great northwest to start over, and I decisively said. "What the heck mom and dad, I might as well shoot for the stars again." They readily agreed.

Knowing the time had long since past to move on with my life, and I figured there were jet planes that traveled back and forth across our great land to allow me to visit with and spend quality time with my children, and my aging parents whenever I could also helped make the decision to move alot easier. My supportive parents told me that until I moved, my old room was still available. Although I loved them, and we got along terrific, I couldn't bring myself to live under their roof again until I moved west.

Being conscious of my financial limitations, I asked everyone I knew well enough at work, and around the area if they knew about an apartment or spacious room for rent locally or somewhere with alittle private space temporary. The most important criteria I required was it had to be close enough to the company where I could easily travel back and forth and hang my hat in solace until the following year rolled around. Regrettably, everyone I spoke with including within the reputable real estate property management industry either wanted me to sign a legally binding, non-transferable twelve-month lease agreement, or they wanted too much money for a month-to-month lease, than I was willing to relinquish for any of the available apartments they were offering in the area.

Time was rapidly running out, and it became even more apparent after an early Monday morning spring meeting with my ex-wife's attorney, in his downtown shark infested office. I was instructed that I had less than thirty days to vacant my rental property, and get it sold. She informed him that she was moving down south near her older sister with the children, and she wanted everything resolved before they left the state.

As he continued listing the outrageous demands, I seriously began to entertain the idea of living with my aging parents. On the plus side, I'd have quite a few extra thousand dollars to spend when I moved. After his raspy voice finally faded away into oblivion, I threw my hands in the air in absolute disbelief. I told her impetuous attorney that he was a real piece of work, and that I hoped that he and his blood sucking staff of thieves choked on all the money they received from my once thriving bank account.

"Mr. Brock," he said as he reached for my hand to shake it. "Surely you must understand that it's my sworn duty to look out for the best interest of my client? Hopefully there are no hard feelings between us?"

"Mr. Bernstein, you know, there's not a chance in this lifetime or the next you filthy sleaze bucket, that you'll receive any redemption! It's buttheads like you that give the human race a bad name!" I brashly said aloud as I abruptly turned to leave his unappealing office. "Get the hell out of my way right now, before I drop you like a bad habit!"

He instantly lowered his extended arm and hand and quickly stepped aside. Hastily I made my way past him and pushed through the full-length, etched plated glass door, and out of his rented office while grumbling aloud. Hoping on the empty elevator, I crushed the plastic button that led down to the parking garage. Knowing full well it would lead to my car and I'd leave the sharks' abyss, and get to a more relaxing environment in order to lick my wounds. The ride down seemed to take forever. Before the maple oak, veneered paneled doors fully opened; I bolted out of the elevator faster than the egocentric judge who slammed his gavel down upon the solid oak desk, sealing the quandary.

After navigating through the challenging morning traffic on the drive across town to my rental property, I was able to ultimately gather my composure. Turning down the busy one way street, and then quickly turning left onto the asphalt-paved driveway that I had just repaired, I definitely recognized that time was of the essence. Hoping out of the car, I reluctantly approached the front door and slid the only house key left in my possession into the lock, unlocked it, and then pushed the solid oak paneled door wide open. Reality immediately smacked me in the face, as I impatiently gazed into the sparsely decorated living room. Before stepping across the threshold, a moment of reflection was needed to collect my thoughts, and quickly I focused on and then determinedly settled into what was once my favorite easy chair, which I knew would soon be donated to the local Salvation Army.

My mind was racing a mile a minute, as I was drinking a tepid cup of coffee that I bought at the local convenient 7-Eleven store before arriving at my place. Unraveling the free folded newspaper that accompanied the cup of coffee, I began to scrutinize through the want ads in the hope of finding somewhere decent to rest my weary bones after work, that was not only furnished, but also within my newly restrained budget. Sipping on the remaining remnants of muddy water and melted sugar from the bottom of the Styrofoam cup, my weary eyes continued to analyze through the seemingly endless maze of real estate ads, and tightly woven columns of useless property rentals.

It was just about the time when I was ready to toss the furrowed newspaper on the floor beside the easy chair and close my eyes for a powernap, I inadvertently stumbled upon an interesting ad for a completely refurbished room for rent with an inspiring view of nature's many splendors. It was alittle pricey, but it was easily within walking distance to where I was working. The ad mentioned that the home was situated on a spacious lot, nestled upon the farthest reaches off a quiet private road and cul-de-sac, which led to the home. Furthermore, that there was a brand-new box spring and mattress set, and neutral carpeting installed in the room.

It also stated that it had complete privacy, with usage of the accompanying furniture, family room, and there were new household appliances, including a washer and dryer. In the last sentence of the ad, it declared there was also an entrance to the room from the rear of the home, and a generous covered parking area. The down side was although it had private bathing privileges; the bathroom was connected to it via crossing through a common laundry and workout room, which was a few feet away from a secondary interior entrance to the private room.

Nevertheless, it was still an appealing ad, and I decided it was well worth making the call. Hopefully it would assist in my effort to find out everything I could about this room for rent with a panoramic view. Trying not to drop the flimsy cup in my lap, I picked up the telephone, and dialed the published number. On the fourth ring, a soft-spoken, courteous woman answered the telephone. Promptly I introduced myself, and then politely asked if she knew anything at all about the room that was published in the local Crestview Heights newspaper, and whether or not it was still available.

"Mr. Brock, yes, it's still available," she pleasantly answered. "Thankfully I haven't reached the point of total senility yet," she chuckled lightly into the receiver. "Fortunately for you, I know all there is about the room for rent. Afterall, I am the owner of the home."

Momentarily chuckling myself at her delightful sense of humor, we continued speaking about her home, and the listed and non-listed accommodations she was willing to allow a renter to utilize. Surprisingly, within a few minutes, she began to embark down a different path, and she started asking what could easily be considered very personal questions. Before I could speak into the receiver to respond, she roughly said, "Mr. Brock, I what you to know that I will not barter for any rent concessions nor food, should you help out around the house."

Swiftly I assured her that my current job was more than adequate enough to cover the needed security deposit, and make the rental payments required on time. Nor would I seek or want any discount from her; should I willingly volunteer with any chores around her home. Without hesitation, I also added that I intended to eat out, and not burden her with doing my laundry or preparing any unnecessary meals on my behalf.

"Mr. Brock, if I find out that you've misspoken," she quickly avowed. "I will have you leave my home before you can settle in."

"Mrs. Littleton, let me assure you, one thing I do not do is misspeak." I replied confidently. "Please, feel free to ask any question, and of course, I will answer you as truthfully as I can about my current situation."

"That's a fair enough answer, Mr. Brock," she replied without reluctance. "One of my biggest concerns is that the person whom I allow to move into my private home has their head firmly attached to their shoulders."

"Mrs. Littleton, if you're really worried about my head being firmly attached," I said lightly laughing into the telephone. "Well, you can rest assure that I've had a certified mechanic tighten all the loose bolts on my last check-up."

Her contagious congenial laughter was clearly audible as she chuckled repeatedly into the receiver that was pressed tightly against my ear as I listened attentively to every word. We continued bantering with each other nonchalantly many times during our limited conversation. Even by using the telephone, it became quite obvious within the first fifteen minutes or so that we were likeminded adults. I knew we could easily amalgamate effortlessly together should we choose to meet in person. Shortly after addressing a few of our concerns, we scheduled an appointment at a mutual convenient time for a Wednesday morning meeting, so she could show the rental room and the enticing amenities she was offering.

Simultaneously we thanked each other for being open on the telephone. "Mrs. Littleton, you're welcome." I gently replied. "It truly was a pleasure speaking with you. Thanks again for taking such an early morning call, and for sharing your valuable time. I'll safeguard the necessary directions that I'll need to find your home for our meeting. Again Mrs. Littleton, I must thank you. I am genuinely looking forward to meeting you in person."

"Mr. Brock, you are so very welcome. It was such an enjoyable conversation, and I look forward to meeting with you on Wednesday, too. I'll see you at nine o'clock sharp!" She exclaimed in an excited voice. "Please, do be on time. I have a doctor's appointment at eleven o'clock, and I cannot be late. Goodbye Mr. Brock." Before I could respond, the telephone went silent.

After pulling my Tuesday graveyard shift, I hastily drove back to my place, showered, shaved and changed into a pair of light brown relaxing kaki pants, and wore a matching sweater since it was still a bit chilly outside in the early spring morning. With the hunger pangs of my stomach pleading for reprieve, I dropped by the local bakery shop near my place and purchased a few donuts for the ride across town. In an effort not to dribble too many crumbs on my clean clothes, I reached over and took the crumpled leather coat resting on the passenger seat, covered my lap and drove the forty-five minutes it took to reach the proper address she supplied. Somehow I managed to take the wrong exit ramp the first time, which added an additional fifteen minutes to my early morning journey across town. Thankfully I wasn't late!

Turning slowly onto the private pristine cul-de-sac, my eyes were immediately drawn to an expansive home rising valiantly out of the earth. It stood stridently about a quarter of a mile existing in complete harmony with its natural surroundings accessible only by passing through the main, massive arched and iron entrance guarding it. There were a few smaller homes resting comfortably on either side of the paved narrow roadway, but none of them could ever challenge the magnetism or strength of the secluded solitary sentential, standing proud and firm in its isolated community.

Even from that distance, I could clearly see the spectacular home and its sprawling, wraparound porches that gave the decking the shelter necessary it would need from any storm that would pass by. And, the well-manicured lawns further impressed upon me the excellent care that this vibrant home has been given during its existence. With the multiple assemblage of towering oak, maple and pine trees, would also give the receptive home its much-needed shade, particularly during the sweltering summer months that would be beating down upon the expansive home and manicured lawns in just a few short months.

The rubber of my uninterested tires leisurely embraced the old-fashioned cobblestone driveway, as my wondering eyes were completely fixated upon the tranquil scenery surrounding the splendid home as I gradually passed underneath the towering, arched brick and iron entrance. There were hedges, shrubbery and flowerbeds of many shapes, sizes and colors strategically positioned around the spacious pastoral lot. The vibrant motif marinated and danced peacefully along with the early morning breeze and rising sun. Remembering that Mrs. Littleton asked me to park my vehicle in the rear of the driveway, I steadily inched it forward until I found the end of the yellow brick road. The rear of the home and surrounding foliage was just as impressive as the rest of the lot, if not more.

My weary soul impetuously tried to soak in all of the stunning beauty that surrounded the exquisite home before turning off the engine. Not wanting to seem too absorbed, I promptly turned the engine off, and stepped out of the car. Within moments of reaching the hood of the car, I saw whom I believed to be Mrs. Littleton. She was already out the rear door, gracefully standing on the light teal colored, painted rear porch, waving her tiny hand. She was motioning for me to join her on the covered porch. Her long hair was gently flowing freely with the early morning breeze. In return, I momentarily raised my arm, waved while saying, "top of the morning to you, Mrs. Littleton."

Deliberately I marched towards her, as my smile widen further with each determined step. Although I must add, I was pleasantly surprised when she greeted me warmly on the back porch. My weary spirit rose rapidly, as I admired her relentless pleasing smile, and fabulous figure while I advanced closer. She looked to be in her late forties, yet on the telephone, she sounded alot younger. With each steadfast stride bringing us closer together, I desperately tried to inhale the incredible amiability of her intoxicating beauty. Reaching the top step, she warmly moved closer, extended her dainty hand and formally introduced herself as we exchanged pleasantries.

After a brief moment, she graciously invited me to enter her spectacular home, which led us directly into the spacious kitchen. It and her were absolutely astonishing. We chatted for a few minutes near the round, glass table, while I admired the soft-spoken words that generously flowed from her full, sultry lips. Her malleable beautiful blue eyes and shapely form held me breathless in total appreciation of how well she had taken care of herself through the years.

Her bustling eyes lit up as she asked me to follow her towards the room. Taking charge, she promptly guided us towards the southwest corner on the other side of the back of the house where she said it was nestled. She said it could be mine, as we began our jubilated journey. My eyes were entirely transfixed on her every movement. Her vivacious hips swayed gingerly back and forth like a pendulum comfortably keeping pace with time. Her captivating cushion although safely guarded inside its makeshift cocoon of denim cotton jeans embracing it, was clearly visible to my engrossed eyes.

It was extremely difficult keeping my mind listening to her soothing voice speak as her fabulous form commanded more attention from my eyes than my ears. We reached an open door to the sanctioned room, and once I caught a glimpse of it, I knew right away that it would be an exceptional place to rest my weary soul. Before we crossed through the doorway, she reached her right arm out and pointed down the length of the combined highly polished hardwood floor, and carpeted hallway saying that's where a common entrance to the accompanying bathroom was situated, but it could be locked from the inside if it was necessary.




A Room with a View



She delicately took my left arm in her right arm, and then effortlessly escorted me into the permitted room. It was as though I stepped back in time. Scanning the revered room, I could see that each antique solid piece of oak furniture was in immaculate condition. An oversized stuffed chair was resting quietly in the right hand corner of the room. It would be used for reading or collecting my thoughts before entering the queen size bed, I thought to myself, which would easily accommodate my strapping six-foot, one-inch frame. Standing in accord beside the chair was a fastidious full-length oval mirror embraced within the same matching blond hard oak wood to be used to adjust one's clothing before venturing out of the room, and into the world.

She removed her arm tenderly from mine as she turned around and faced me directly. As my eyes marveled around the spacious room, I stepped back admiring the delightful vintage pictures, which adorn the freshly painted walls. Sitting on top of a massive eight-drawer dresser was a magnificent mirror stretching completely across the full width of it. Listening to her benevolent voice drew me closer to her as she positioned herself directly in front of me, and began to explain the history of the furniture, and room.

As her marvelous mouth moved, I could easily see beyond her petite shoulders into the expansive oval mirror that was standing proud in the right corner. It allowed my eyes to gaze upon her fabulous fanny, in all its gifted glory.

Without hesitation, I instantly reached inside my right front pant pocket. Immediately panic set in, as my trembling hand brushed against my once semi-flaccid manhood. My cheeks and ears began to flush, as I hadn't even realized that by admiring her mystical creation, that I now had a full-blown erection straining for sovereignty.

Turning impulsively away from her, I quickly tried to rearrange my embarrassment while pulling out five, crisp, one-hundred-dollar bills, that I had slipped inside the front pocket. Slowly turning back around to face her again, knowing full well that my face had to be beet red, I was definitely surprised to be greeted with an inviting smile, as her sparkling eyes were methodically returning up to met mine. She had to have seen my straining manhood I was thinking right before I stammered saying, "Oh um, Mrs. Littleton," as I eagerly reached out my trembling hand shuffling through the crisp bills. "Ma'am, if it's all right with you, I'd like to take the room? I'll bring the remaining balance to you before I move in."

Her exhilarating blue eyes met mine. Locked. "Wouldn't you like to see the bathroom?" She replied suddenly while pointing to a closed door next to the overstuffed chair. "And, let's not forget about where the washer and dryer are located right behind that door over there before making your decision, Mr. Brock?"

"Mrs. Littleton, you can rest assure," I replied joyously. "Even if I had to bathe and beat my clothes off the rocks in that wonderful creek running through the property, I'd still enjoy living here until I move out west."

She chuckled and reached out her hand taking the cash and nodded her approval. We agreed that I could move in that coming weekend. She also said as a matter of fact, "Mr. Brock, there will be no shenanigans allowed under my roof. This isn't a brothel, nor will I allow any strange women to spend the night either in your room or anywhere else in my home."

"Mrs. Littleton, I will always respect your wishes. Please, if you would be so kind, call me James? Also, be assured, that I have absolutely no intentions of seeking the comfort nor the blissful pleasures of any woman while I am under your roof. It's like I said to you before on the telephone, 'I am trying to rebuild my life, not complicate it.' Besides, it's been so long, I've forgotten how to pedal the bicycle."

"Well young man, if you ever change your mind?" She chuckled vibrantly saying aloud. "James, there's a little bar and café about a mile from here. I am sure they have plenty of saddles to climb aboard." I halfheartedly smiled and then she quickly added, "James, I would be honored if you would please call me, Toni."

"Toni, your overwhelming kindness and comforting words of encouragement are truly appreciated, and I thank you for being so forthright," I replied candidly. "Make no mistake about it Toni, I am not the type of man who picks up horses in a bar or café. When I am ready to go riding again, it will be with a wonderful woman within the sanctified shadows, nestling underneath a moonlit sky."

Her radiant smile and her intoxicating, bright blue eyes lit up, and she replied abruptly, "James, you know what they say don't you?"

"Toni, I sure do, I think." I countered. "Never say never, huh?"

"Yeah, it's something like that, James." She replied with an impish grin on her flawless face. "Hopefully I'll see you first thing Saturday morning? I'll have a fresh pot of coffee for your pleasure."

"Not if I see you first," I replied laughing. "Toni, as I mentioned to you before, I really don't want you to go out of your way to prepare anything for me."

"James, don't be such a silly man," she replied graciously. "It will enable us to get to know one another alot better."

"Anything you say, Toni," I replied with a broad smile filling the voids of my weary being. "I'll bring the donuts."

"Glad you understand the house rules, James. Please, don't worry about bringing any donuts," she replied with a mischievous grin spread across her fevered face. "I will make us something special to nibble on. Besides James, they're too fattening."

"You're absolutely right, Toni," I replied in earnest as I chuckled nonchalantly. "Guess I better start leaving those donuts alone myself. That is, if I ever intend on riding a bike again."

"James, I'm quite sure you'll find a wonderful woman willing to pedal a bike with you just as you are," she replied affectionately. "Now scoot, if you don't mind? Remember, I have a doctor's appointment at eleven o'clock?"

"Toni, I am truly sorry," I replied sincerely. "I completely forgot all about it. Hope everything is okay?"

"No need for you to worry about anything, James," she replied tenderly as her full, sultry lips opened wide and those perfect pearly whites, graciously lit up her face. "Now scoot young man, so I can get ready."

She took my powerful hand in hers and lightly squeezed it, and guided me towards the back door that lead out from the kitchen, as she spoke softly about the property. She reached for the handle and then I stepped through the back door, heading straight towards my car like a school kid getting excited for an upcoming fieldtrip. Grabbing the door handle on my car and pulling it open, I glanced up and saw Toni waving and mouthing goodbye as she swiftly slipped back inside through the open door before I could respond. Sliding behind the wheel, and pulling the door closed, I started the engine and slowly began pulling out of the winding, cobblestone driveway. My enlightened mind began mulling through our delightful conversation, and thinking it was going to be a great place to rest my weary bones after working a long, hard shift every day.

"Saturday couldn't come fast enough for this adventure to begin," I thought pulling into my paved, asphalt driveway. Waltzing through the front door of my place without having a care in the world, I began packing what little remained of all of my personal belongings with great expectancy. With each passing moment, all my thoughts were totally focused upon Toni. It felt as though we'd known each other all our lives. My emotions were running feral and free once again, and I was hoping that I hadn't offended her with any of my buoyant remarks.

Never once looking back over my shoulder or into the rearview mirror as to what was being left behind, I began my joyful journey towards Utopia on that bright Saturday spring morning, with a brand-new outlook on life. My thoughts were racing profusely as I finally acknowledge that everything was going to be okay, and exhilaration was going to be my new constant companion until I moved west. The drive over was uneventful, but it felt as though it took way too long.

As I impatiently pulled off the expressway, once again, my pulse began to quicken, as I made the left turn and leisurely drove down towards the private road heading towards the solitary sentinel rising ceremoniously out of the earth. My eyes were totally transfixed on the serene surroundings. Before I entered the winding, cobblestone driveway, every nerve ending in my body began to tremble uncontrollably as my weary soul and eyes caught its first glimpse of Toni's fantastic face and figure in more than two days. She was standing on the front porch waiting for my arrival. She was up on her feet with her arms crossed, covered in a pair of snug fitting straight-legged jeans, and wearing a loosely woven, beige, v-neck sweater that encapsulated her ample breasts, and soft, slender shoulders, which further illuminated her fabulous angelic creation.

Her arms uncrossed, and she motioned quickly with her outstretched hand for me to stop and meet her on the front porch. Panic instantly set in as I began thinking about some of the offhanded remarks I had made to her when we first met. I stopped the car, hopped out, and raced towards her, and caringly reached out my trembling hand as I approached her seeing what I believed to be a worried expression adoring her flushed face and said, "Toni, I hope you haven't changed your mind about having me live under your roof?"

"James, why in the world would you ever think such a thing, young man?" She said lovingly as she impatiently stepped closer, extended her dainty hand to reach for mine. Her once taught, full lips began to slowly spread wide exposing those pearly whites for my eyes to savor. "James, whether you believe it or not? I was beginning to wonder if you had suddenly changed yours."

"Toni, to be perfectly honest, I think my sense of humor sometime rubs people the wrong way, and I would never want to offend you. Not intentionally anyway." I replied calmly. "Sorry I am running alittle behind schedule. I had a flat tire on my car. Luckily for me, it was on the driver's side. I had to change it before I left work, or I would have probably not noticed it until it was too late, and ruined the tire and rim since I was in such a hurry to get here and begin anew."

"Oh James, don't be such a silly man. You have a delightful sense of humor." She replied tenderly with her beaming pearly white smile adoring her sensuous, flushed face. "Besides, I am a grown woman, and can handle anything you could ever dish out."

"Toni, nevertheless, if I would say anything that offended you or rubbed you the wrong way," I replied tactfully. "Please feel free to speak your mind."

"James, now that's something you'll never have to worry about. You can be assured that I will always tell you what's on my mind. Now, would you please allow me to help you move some of your belongings into the house?"

"Toni, if you don't mind? I'd rather carry these boxes myself. I don't want you hurting yourself. I only have a few that I need to bring inside today. A couple of them are very heavy though. It's been an arduous journey to say the least, and hopefully I'll be able to bring the rest of my personal belongings over during the next couple of days, along with some heavier items too, that I have stored in my parents' garage. If that's okay with you?"

"James, I truly appreciate your concern about my overall health, but I can still move quite well, thank you very much. Believe it or not, the good doctor just told me on Wednesday that I can do it all without the use of a cane or walker." She said while giggling like a teenage schoolgirl. "If you want James, I will call my mechanic? I'm sure they'll send someone right over to repair your tire for you. You shouldn't be driving anywhere without a spare tire. You never know James what life has to offer, unless you're sometimes willing to travel off the beaten path."

Her face was beaming as I spoke. "Toni, I doubt anyone or anything could ever keep you in one position for very long," I teasingly replied. "I've seen you move as graceful as the wind does when it flows freely through your silky hair. If you want to make that call for me, who am I to stand in your way?"

"Oh James, you're too kind. Thank you for paying me with such a lovely compliment. And, you're absolutely right about being in one position for too long. Promise me though, that whatever you do, please don't tell the nosy neighbors up the road?" She replied laughing lightly with a playful grin on her flushed face. "They'll think they can drop by unannounced anytime for a visit, or try using my home for their weekly senior citizens meeting if they ever found out otherwise. And, I must insist young man, on making the call."

"Toni, I promise, it will be my honor and solemn duty in life to satisfy your every wish from here on out." I said in a trustworthy tone while laughing lightly. "Speaking of paying," I countered as I reached in my front pocket. "Please allow me to pay you the rest of the money I owe you, and let me give you some extra cash for whatever it will cost to have your mechanic drop by and fix my tire?"

Her illustrious face lit up as she spoke softly, "James, consider everything paid in full for this month and next. I know how expensive it is moving into a new place." Her smile widened and her mesmerizing eyes sparkled as she began speaking again. "James, you know where you're going, so get your belongings in the house and unpack. I'll make us something warm to drink and nibble on while you and I have a nice discussion about this promise you've just made." She laughed lightly, smiled broadly and then leisurely entered the front door only to quickly vanish down the long hallway towards the spacious kitchen while I adored her every movement.

Needless to say, but I'll say it anyway. Saturday flew by as I spent the first couple of hours of the morning moving most of my clothes and a few heavier personal items out of my car and into the rented room. Before the end of the day was over, Toni and I spent it chatting like old friends getting re-aquatinted after a long absence while nibbling on the fantastic finger food she had prepared. A couple of times when her cherubic form persuasively bent down to refresh my coffee cup, I could fluently see the staggering mixture of her cream colored lacy brassier, and the succulent tops of those glorious mounds of her well-tanned breasts through the loosely fitted sweater, which further embellished her effusive, smooth shoulders.

Her writhing form had my thoughts racing a mile a minute. My mindless member filled completely with blood and sprung to life trapped inside my pants. I know she could see the bulging outline of it through the circular glass table. Her thriving eyes widened, and her full mouth would involuntarily open alittle bit. Her discreet gazing allowed me the glorious privilege to savor all of her magical motions, as the tantalizing tip of her tabernacle tongue would lightly trace upon the moistness on her lower lip on more than one occasion.

Thankfully my mindless member was thoroughly enshrined inside my jeans, which kept it and me from standing up, and making a fool of myself. There's no doubt I would have surely wanted to take her dazzling creation deep inside the safety and warmth of my powerful arms, and lift and spread her heavenly shapely form on the granite counters' edge, while ravishing her consecrated creation like it had never been worshipped before.

Many times during our unrestrained conversations, I found myself totally lost in illicit thoughts as I watched her full, smooth, sultry lips silently slip apart and tranquilly close as she teasingly and softly spoke my name. Every movement that her sweltering lips and fantastic form made, had me squiring in my cushioned seat while trying to catch my breath, like a schoolboy getting ready for summer vacation.

Time had stood still as I relished her every move. It wasn't until I finally realized that day had completely past by and the soft shadows of the early evening had rolled upon us, that I reluctantly told her it's been a long day, and I needed to get some rest. Her lips pouted, and she said, "I understand, James. I know you're tired. But, there's always tomorrow to continue getting to know each other better. Isn't there, James?"

"Tomorrow will not come soon enough," I said graciously. "But, you're right, Toni. I'll probably fall fast asleep before my head even hits the pillows. I am totally exhausted. I need to recharge my batteries."

"Just make sure you don't fall on the floor, James." She jokingly said. "I am not sure if my traveling mechanic will be able to lift you off the floor. You did see that he is a small guy. But, he is a good mechanic."

"Toni, thanks again for everything." I replied. "I'm forever in your debt, and I've had a marvelous time getting to know you alittle better."

We grudgingly said goodnight to each other as I slowly pried myself away from the glass table. My manhood was still straining to spring free from its captivity. My face had to be flushed as she gingerly glanced down my body and then back up to meet my eyes. She then said. "James, would you be willing to join me for breakfast bright and early in the morning?"

"Toni, I would be honored to share breakfast and coffee with you," I replied tenderly as I playfully tapped my hand against my forehead. "But darn it, I forgot to bring an alarm clock. It's still sitting in a box in the garage at my parent's home."

"James, don't worry. I have one. Thankfully I always beat it before it blares out and scares the daylights out of me," she replied laughing in a naughty tone. "Hopefully you brought some pajamas to sleep in?"

"Toni, I haven't worn jammies since my ex-wife and I separated," I replied wickedly. "Guess I'll have to wear a pair of sweatpants or something while I am here? Although I must admit, I have gotten used to the frisky feeling of freedom one gets sleeping in the buff." I chuckled.

Her brilliant, baby blues lit up, and a seductive smile adored her full, lush lips. "James, promise me there won't be any surprises waiting for me when I wake you up in the morning, or I'll just have to pound on the door from the outside."

"Toni, I promise, I will wear a pair of my old sweats or find something appropriate to cover myself in bed," I replied soothingly. "But, I'll be sleeping and according to the letter of the law, one isn't fully responsible for their actions for the first eighteen seconds upon being woken up. So knowing how I thrash around in bed at night, hopefully the covers will still be on top of me while I am sleeping, not crumpled up on the floor like they're usually are." I laughed lightly. We said goodnight to each other again, and I reluctantly headed towards my room to retire for the evening.

Stepping into my room, I quickly shed out of my clothes, tossed them on the chair and swiftly slipped on an old pair of sweats and slid under the covers. Although I was extremely anxious about sorting through the incredible events we had shared together, and I couldn't wait until I saw her again bright and early the next morning before my head hit the pillows, I was fast asleep. Sometime during the night, I was awoken by what I thought were angelic moans whispering in my ears. Startled and disorientated at first, I promptly tried to focus my tired mind and eyes in the darkness. After my eyes focused enough to see in the darkness, I didn't see anyone, and what I though were moans, turned out to be the wind gently celebrating its arrival as it past through the tightly woven, nylon screened window beside the bed. Satisfied it was only the wind, I quickly fell back into a deep, sound sleep.




A Room with a View



"James, are you awake yet?" The now familiar soothing sound of Toni's voice asked softly. "I've made a fresh pot of coffee. Hopefully you are ready to wake up, young man?" I thought I heard her gasp and chuckle lightly as I began stirring on the bed and her saying, "James, oh my goodness. It looks like the covers did end up on the floor."

The serene sounds of her chaste voice and low laugh reverberated through my reenergized spirit as I gradually turned onto my back from resting on my left side. Opening my eyes leisurely to a new day, I was delighted to see her standing right beside the bed gazing down at me. "Hmm, good morning, Toni," I replied affectionately. "Sorry about the covers. What time is it?"

As I fully turned on my back, I felt my straining staff seeking the morning sun although it was chaotically trapped inside the white boxers and sweat shorts I was wearing. My bare chest and legs felt the cool morning air rushing over them. Franticly I reached for the covers, but they were nowhere near. Her vibrant, sensuous smile and beautiful baby blues were intoxicating, and I clearly saw her incredible hard nipples fully erect, poking valiantly at the insides of the light blue, satin robe she was adorn in, as her loving eyes scanned over my excited body.

"James, I hope you slept well? Young man, I've been trying to wake you up for a couple of minutes. I was just going to put the covers over you, but I didn't want to frighten you." She said gently as she peacefully reached down and tossed them on me, and then began turning away. "Now, if you're ready to get out of bed? I'll pour you a fresh cup of hot coffee while you wash up for breakfast. It's seven-thirty, James."

"Oh Toni," I replied in a steadfast tone. "I really slept like a baby. Guess I was still dreaming. But, I am more than ready for living another illustrious day in paradise. I'll be there in a few minutes. Just let me take care of my daily rituals first, and then I'll be right there."

As I admired her waltzing hips gait towards the open door, I thought I heard her say chuckling lightly under her breath, "James, I do believe you're more than ready, sweet man."

As she gracefully slipped past the door, I quickly got out of bed, grabbed my toothbrush and paste and headed straight towards the bathroom through the combine laundry and workout room to relieve myself. Glancing around at the impeccable laundry facilities, I was hopping she wouldn't be doing any laundry during the early hours of the day since it was usually when I was fast asleep. Stepping past the second doorway into the spacious workout room, I was delighted to see it was well-equipped, and had a great panoramic view of the backyard through the large bank of windows. Crossing over the threshold into the bathroom, I was thankful there were area rugs covering the pathway to the porcelain repository since I was barefoot.

Lifting the seat with my left hand, I grabbed my straining rigid member firmly in my right hand wishing it were Toni's gentle hand guiding it towards the target, instead of mine as a steady stream of recycled muddy water flowed endlessly into the elongated bowl. As the final remnants of three pots of coffee dissolved into the watery bowl, the unmistakable roaring shiver up my spine let me know I was almost finished. Tugging on it a few times persuaded me that if I had yanked or squeezed it one more time, I would have exploded everywhere as I thought about Toni's heavenly body of bliss. Trying to shake the cobwebs out of my being, I washed my face and hands. After brushing my teeth, I returned to my room, and slipped on my favorite sweatshirt and headed straight towards the kitchen in my bare feet.

Entering the spacious kitchen, I saw Toni as she stood in front of the stove with her back facing me. Her smooth, tanned legs were exposed and she too, was barefooted. "Hmm, it really smells good in here, Toni." I said before grabbing the back of a chair to sit at the round table. "Can I help you with anything?"

"James, please sit down on the other chair where the placemat with the glass of orange juice is waiting for you, that's your seat," she replied as she steadily glanced over her left shoulder. "Believe it or not, you'll have a much better view of the entire backyard in that chair. Thank you for offering, but I have everything under control. I'll bring your coffee over in a minute. I am almost done over here."

"Anything you say, Toni," I replied tenderly. "Are you sure I can't help you make breakfast or at least allow me to pour our cups of coffee?"

"Oh James, will you please just sit down and make yourself comfortable? Try to enjoy the lovely view of the backyard," she said impatiently. "It looks so delightful at this time of the day, doesn't it?"

"Hmm Toni, I must admit," I replied teasingly. "The extraordinary view that I am looking at right now couldn't be any better. It's absolutely breathtaking. You really have put a tremendous effort into maintaining this magnificent home."

"Why thank you, James," she replied elegantly. "That's such a lovely praise. I have tried very hard to maintain the house and nurture the landscaping since the home was built many years ago."

"Believe me, you've succeeded in maintaining everything quite well, Toni, I must add," I replied robustly as my admiring eyes stroked her heavenly form from top to bottom devotedly. "It's such an privilege being here with you."

"You are such a joy to be around, James," she quickly replied and completely turned around towards me. "Breakfast is ready. Hope you like eggs Benedict?" Before I could stand, she quickly stated, "James, please stay right where you are. I want to serve you today."

"Yes Toni, I do like eggs Benedict," I replied affectionately. "Very much so! And you're absolutely right. This chair gives me the best opportunity to savor all of the marvelous beauty that surrounds me. It will be a real treat having some home cooked breakfast served by such a compassionate and lovely lady."

Her fabulous face flushed, as her proud nipples immediately stood at attention. "James," she replied nervously. "I hope you don't mind what I am wearing? I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. My flannel bedclothes are in the dryer. I guess during all the excitement yesterday, I forgot to turn it on, and I didn't want to disrupt you while you were sleeping last night. I'll turn it on shortly and they'll be ready in no time."

"Oh Toni, don't be silly. This is your home." I replied amorously. "Believe me, I'm positive that you'd look absolutely astonishing no matter what you were wearing. Unfortunately, I don't have a silk robe to wear, too. Regrettably, I just have these old raggedy sweats here with me that have more holes in them than Swiss cheese, which is probably a good thing. Otherwise, I believe I'd slip right off this chair and wouldn't be able to get back up." I laughed aloud trying to make her feel at ease.

Her smooth legs shuttered slightly as she came closer towards the table, and her brilliant smile immediately returned to her once worried face. Our eyes met and locked, as she arrived before my hungry soul. Ever so slowly, she gingerly bent down with the cultivated delicate dish in her left hand, and a steaming cup of coffee in her tiny right hand with her eyes glued to mine. As she bent over closer, I let my weary eyes drift down slowly towards her appealing hands. Pausing at her neckline, I could barely see clear enough inside the satin robe yet I saw the thin right spaghetti strap of her matching blue lace brassier struggling gallantly to hold her bountiful breasts in place. She sucked in her breath, and the right side of her satin robe opened alittle bit more.

My eyes widened further as I clumsily tried to savor the glorious phenomenon of her womanly wonders vaguely displayed only inches away from my frenzied face. I was absolutely convinced that she was going to reprimand me for ogling at her heavenly creation, and I quickly raised my eyes up to meet hers. She smiled and said lovingly, "James, would you be a sweetheart, and please move your arms out of the way? I don't want to spill anything hot on you."

"Sure Toni," was all I could blurt out as I silently slipped my powerful hands off the top of the table and rested them onto my squirming lap.

"Thank you, James," she countered laughing playfully. "You might want to use the paper napkin to cover your lap. Don't want you getting any hot Hollandaise sauce all over your holey sweats."

"It's not my sweats I'm worried about," I replied mischievously. "My legs can't withstand the scalding of any hot sauce or coffee, that's for darn sure."

"Then I guess James," she replied humorously with a slight snicker. "I'll just have to make sure that I don't ever spill anything hot all over you."

She lowered her mesmerizing eyes to the table once again lightly tracing her lower lip with her tantalizing tongue as she silently bent closer to me. The top of her right breast came into complete view of my astonished eyes. Its rigid nipple was standing straight out above the uplift brassier, and was caressing itself against the blue, satin robe. Involuntarily I gasp, which I know she heard. My member sprung to attention faster than a speeding bullet leaving the barrel of a high-powered rifle tight against my flimsy sweats.

Her chest heaved a huge sigh of relief, "breakfast is now served," she said with appreciation emanating from her sensual sparkling eyes as mine returned to meet hers. "James, please don't start without me." She quickly turned and headed back towards the stove. "I'll be right back. I want to share breakfast with you."

"Your every wish is my only command," I replied jokingly. "My mouth is absolutely watering looking at this delightful dish you've prepared for my pleasure. But, I might need a bib to catch the excess drool."

She laughed heartily as she playfully turned back around saying, "James, hopefully a cloth napkin will work alot better for you instead of a paper one? Besides, I think my grandbaby's bib would be a tad too small to catch all your dribble."

"Oh I know you're right," I replied adoringly as I yielded to the incredible trance she held over me with her stunning beauty. "I sometimes forget that I am still a man."

"Yes James," she replied seductively slowly turning back towards the counter, "you're that and a whole lot more. Now, don't you start without me? I'll be back in a jiffy."

Her body seemed suspended in time as she took a few more soft steps towards the Blue Bahia colored granite countertop. She bent down and tentatively opened a bottom drawer next to the double sink, and her tanned legs were completely exposed all the way to her haloed thighs. She bent over alittle further, and began to rummage inside that drawer for a few moments. Thankfully it was long enough for me to savor the very top of her tempting thighs where they met the very bottom of her extraordinary round fanny cheeks. My captivated eyes silently converged upon her every movement, as they fused with her blue lace matching panties while they gently caressed her magnificent globes of goodies.

It took every ounce of self-control I could muster not to leap out of the cushioned chair. Her alluring figure kept me squirming in my seat. All I could think about was rushing over, and wrapping her inside my powerful arms, and then shred those laced panties to pieces from her heavenly form. Admiring her hips swaying pensively from side-to-side made it easy to envision thrusting my straining shaft in and out until it was fully buried deep inside her shielded divine temple. Thankfully a few moments latter she graciously stood up, and then leisurely grabbed her plate and the cloth napkins she had removed from the drawer in her elegant hands. Her satin robe was clinging just enough to her magical mounds of mystery that I could see her upper thighs and traces of her lace panties, as she artfully turned around and began her stimulating journey towards me.

"Thank God for static electricity," I was thinking as she calmly cavorted closer towards the breakfast table, and my grateful eyes.

Her magnetic eyes were completely transfixed on mine. She took orchestrated steps as her short, blue satin robe clung obediently and wiggled against her heavenly body with every motion she made. Each clarified step allowed me to savor her blissful form as she gracefully approached the round table. The bottom of her robe had opened alittle more with each harmonized step she took. When she advanced forward with her right leg, her short robe stoutly spread wider and allowed my hunger soul to savor the top of her inner thigh. Courageously a tiny bit of the flimsy material of the front of her blue, laced panties came into view. I couldn't keep my eyes from admiring her melodious figure nor stop my overly enthusiastic manhood from twitching uncontrollably beneath the glass table.

"Thankfully I still had my hands on my lap," I was thinking, as she tenderly set her plate down on the circular table. Our eyes were locked acutely on each other's as she patiently stepped around to my right side, and offered the cloth napkin she held out in her tiny hand. Before I could say a word she replied merrily, "oh James, I almost forgot. I do believe I told you, 'I was going to serve you today?' Please move your hands away from your lap."

Terror quickly washed over me, as I knew she would be greeted with an uninhibited full-blown erection pressing against my sweats if I removed my hands. She playfully shook open the cloth napkin and rested it tentatively on top of the glass table in front of me. Her eyes sparkled as she seductively slid her tiny, elegant hands to the sides of her upheaval robe and serenely repositioned it. Her beautiful smile was beaming and she said impishly as she folded her delicate arms tight underneath her full breasts, "I'm ready anytime you are, James."

My face was absolutely flushed as I tried in vain to speak and keep myself covered. "James, I'm waiting. Our breakfast is going to get cold. Now, would you please move your hands away for me?"

"Toni...?"

"Don't worry, James," she replied assertively as her dazzling face and mesmerizing eyes were only inches away from mine. "I am not going to bite you!"

Cautiously I moved my hands to the sides of my trembling legs. Our eyes were locked on each other's.

"Thank you, James." She replied amusingly as she methodically lowered her enchanting eyes towards the table, and then rapidly back up again towards mine.

Her nourishing eyes were locked on mine as she ceremoniously uncrossed her arms and grabbed the cloth napkin and shook it out again. As she shook the napkin, her majestic mounds of delight bounced inside her satin robe. Her rigid nipples were struggling to remain encapsulated beneath their caressing material. Her breath quicken as her stunning blue eyes pierced through the glass table at my mindless manhood struggling to reach her for redemption. She turned her head towards me, and her eyes locked on mine, as she daringly brushed against my twitching manhood while covering my lap with the cotton cloth. "Now James, that didn't hurt a bit, did it?"

"No it didn't." I replied instinctively as my hips retreated back firmly into the cushioned chair. "Believe me Toni, there's no way in this lifetime or the next, that I would have allowed you to forget your promise about serving me." I began chuckling. "Hopefully one day soon Toni, you'll allow me the privilege of serving you?"

She slowly turned and took the two steps needed to rest her fantastic figure on her cushioned chair opposite of mine. "James, time has a way of sorting everything out," she countered. "The day will come soon enough when you're ready. I have no doubt about it. Let's eat before everything gets too cold."

Toni and I spend the next hour or so eating our breakfast, drinking coffee and talking. Throughout that time we were relentlessly taunting each other. My mind was racing and I was just about ready to take her inside my powerful arms and plant the most passionate kiss I could muster against her full, inviting sultry lips, when the telephone rang.

Grudgingly she excused herself to answer it, and then she said, "James, it's your father and he wants to know if you're going to get some more of your belongings out of his garage today?"

"Oh my God! Toni, please tell my dad that I'll be right over!" I exclaimed laughing lightly. "I completely forgot all about my stuff. I hope you don't mind my father calling here? I don't have a telephone connected in my room yet."

I heard her say politely, "Mr. Brock, your forgetful son will be right there. He is just finishing his breakfast." She chuckled into the receiver. "For your sake, yes, I will look after him, Mr. Brock. You're right. He is such a nice boy. Maybe alittle forgetful though?" She laughed aloud again. "It was very nice talking to you, too. I'll get him out the door pronto. You can count on it. So long Mr. Brock. You may call back anytime for your delightful son." She hung up the telephone and her once beaming smile slowly disappeared.

"Toni, I am so sorry my dad called." I said pleading for forgiveness. "He and my mother both were worried that they wouldn't be able to reach me. I told them I would get a phone hooked up in my room. If it was alright with you?"

"Oh James, don't be silly," she replied affectionately. "Guess you're not the only one who is forgetful. I will call the telephone company tomorrow morning and have them activate the telephone line that is assigned to that room. I had a dedicated phone line installed when I remodeled the room. No one has ever used it, so you won't get stuck with anyone's bill or receive any unwanted calls.

Just remember? You're fully responsible for that bill. It's not included in the rent." She smiled broadly, "James, speaking of telephone numbers. I better give you my private one before I deactivate the one I used to list the room. That's not my home number. I thought it was someone else interested in the room. I was going to tell them the room is no longer available just as I told a few other people who have called it since we first met. The telephone company was supposed to deactivate it on Friday."

"Good ole reliable Ma Bell, huh?" I countered and chuckled aloud. "It looks to me as though you have everything covered?"

"Almost everything, James. Almost." She responded in a sultry voice, which would have melted a solid block of ice. "Don't forget your father is waiting for you? I'll be right back! Don't go anywhere! I want to write that number down and give it to you before you leave the table."

She quickly vanished down the hallway. Her fabulous form was on a mission, and all I could do was sit and admire it and her. My straining rod was pleading to be fondled by her taunting tongue, but I just thought it was wishful thinking on my part. I thought for sure there was no way in the world that a beautiful and classy woman such as her would had ever wanted to couple with me.

I quickly dismissed the idea, and tried clearing my mind of such thoughts. Sure enough, she returned within a few moments with a small piece of paper tightly clutched in her left hand that had her telephone number on it. "James, this number is very private and it doesn't go out to anyone!" She exclaimed boldly as she reached down and opened her hand. "Not even my daughter has this number!"

"Anything you say, Toni. I will guard it with my life." I replied knowingly. "Exactly how many telephone lines do you have in this house anyway?"

"James, if I thought for one second that you would ever betray my confidence in you," she replied in a nefarious tone. "You would have never got this close to me. Is that understood?"

"Yes it is, Toni." I replied fully aware of her wishes. "Please believe me, I will never betray your trust. You can bet your last dollar on it."




A Room with a View



"Oh James," she replied devotedly. "I know! You're the most kindhearted man I have ever met in my travels. Please be so thoughtful and make sure the door leading out of your room to the backyard is locked. I am going to take a long, hot bath, and then take care of a few personal matters. Now, don't forget? Your dad is waiting for you? Oh by the way James, there are six numbers assigned to this house. Now scoot, I have personal matters that need my immediate attention."

She bent over and playfully kissed the top of my head saying, "Oh James, you're such a sweet man. If you want to eat here tonight before you go to work, please call and let me know, okay? I'll make us something really special to enjoy. But, I will have to know before one o'clock in order to have it ready in time. Please just leave the dishes where they are, and I'll take care of them after I finish bathing."

"Toni, thanks again for everything, especially breakfast. It was delicious." I blurted out. "I am sure pops is franticly pacing the floors by now. I'll call you no later than one o'clock, and let you know what plans my parents have already made. Knowing my loving mother, I am sure she has already begun making my favorite dish. See you soon, sweet lady. Hope you enjoy your bath."

Grudgingly, I stepped away from the round table, and headed towards my room. I quickly changed into a pair of jeans and kept my favorite Notre Dame sweatshirt on, and headed out the door. Making sure I locked it completely. Driving down the freeway, my mind was racing a mile a minute. I was replaying every movement that Toni made, and all I could hear was her soothing voice caressing my aching soul as the radio played oldies endlessly in the background. Before I knew it, I was at my parent's home.

Within minutes of my arrival, pops and I began loading his pickup truck full of my stuff that I would take over to Toni's the following day after work. My car wasn't big enough to handle some of the things I was moving with me. Sure enough, my dad and I finished loading his pickup truck around twelve thirty, and before I could leave their house, my beloved mother insisted I stayed for supper. There was no way I could say to her, "mom, not today. I have other plans pending."

I thanked my dad for all his help, and told him I needed to make a telephone call. He said jokingly. "Son, what's the matter? Did you forget where the telephone is?" He laughed loudly. "Just don't forget to leave a dime on the desk when you're finished."

I heard my mother playfully yell at him saying, "now George, you hush your mouth. It's no wonder Jimmy won't be staying with us until he moves to Washington State."

"Oh Betty," he replied laughing. "James is a big boy now, isn't he honey? I am sure he can afford a dime."

"GEORGE!" My mother exclaimed joyfully. "You better not make me come after you with the rolling pin again."

"Oh Betty!" My dad said teasingly while laughing loudly. "Are you going to spank me again?"

"OH GEORGE!" She replied lovingly in an excited voice. "We have our child in the house. You better watch your mouth."

"Mom! Dad! Please! Oh my goodness!" I replied jokingly in the background. "Will you two cut it out? I am trying to make a telephone call. Please don't embarrass me!"

My dad said while laughing louder, "why not James? You've embarrassed your mother and I plenty of times during your life."

"GEORGE!"

"Thanks mom!" I replied lovingly, as I began listening to the telephone ringing on the other end. "Hello! Hi Toni. Yes, my father was franticly pacing the floors, and now he's being a real rascal as usual," I replied laughing into the receiver.

"Yes, my delightful mother invited me to stay for supper. Since it will be too late to do everything I wanted to do today, I am just going to take a powernap here, and then head straight to work. Yes, I have clean clothes here. I'll see you first thing in the morning. Right after work, I'll drive straight back to my parent's home and jump into my dad's pickup truck that we just finished loading, and then swing by the house early and drop everything off."

My mother and father were now standing arm-in-arm by the living room entrance off the main foyer staring at me. My beautiful mother was smiling broadly, and my dad had the usual bewildered look on his face. "Yes Toni, I am still here," I replied into the receiver. "I dropped the pen on the floor."

"James!" My father exclaimed. "You did no such thing."

"Oh George, will you please leave the poor boy alone," my mother said tenderly. "Can't you see he's busy on the telephone?"

"Oh, I am sorry Betty," my dad replied apologetically.

"Yes you are, my sweet little Georgie boy. But, I still love you no matter what honey." My mom said lovingly as she tenderly grabbed hold of my father's arm. "Now, come with me to the kitchen and leave our son alone before I break out the rolling pin again!"

"Yes Toni," I replied tenderly. "That was my dad just being the little rascal that he can be sometimes. Thankfully my mother knows how to tame him. She threatened him with her rolling pin again." I laughed wholeheartedly. "You heard my mom say that? Oh my goodness!"

"I can hear you too, my beloved son!" My mother replied laughing in the background. "Always remember my son, we women can hear things you men never will. Jimmy, please tell your new friend I said, 'hello!'"

Before I could speak, Toni whispered softly in my ear, "James, please tell your mother 'hello' back for me, too!"

"Mom," laughing I replied, "Toni said..."

My mother cut me off saying, "Jimmy, I can hear her. Now finish up your conversation with that lovely lady. Your father and I have something we would like to discuss with you."

"Well Toni," I tried to say before being cut off, and her telling me she could hear my mother's voice clearly in the background. "You mean to tell me you could actually hear my mother in the kitchen? Darn, I sometimes cannot hear her even when I am standing right next to her."

"Jimmy, it's special gift from God, my precious son," I vaguely heard my mother say.

"Oh my goodness, Toni. You heard that too?" I replied in disbelief. "Maybe you and my mother should have this conversation?"

"Don't be such a smarty pants, Jimmy." My mother chimed in. "Oh my goodness, Toni. Let me get off this phone before I lose what's left of my sanity. Thanks again for everything. Yes, I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning. Yes, I will surely tell my wonderful mother that she has raised... oh never mind. She heard you. Yes, I'll be careful. Okay, I'll call you right before I leave my parent's home tomorrow morning. See ya later. Sweet dreams. So long, Toni."

Selfishly I held onto the telephone long after it went silent on her end, although I could still hear her angelic voice echoing through the rivers of my soul. That is, until my dad caught my attention by clearing his throat standing right next to the desk. "James, by any chance are you going to hang up that telephone any time this century? Or, do I have to pry it from out of your hand?"

Mumbling in return I replied, "what dad?"

"James, is everything okay?" He said as a smirk fully washed over his weathered face. "You know Jimmy boy, life sometimes has a way of throwing alot curveballs right at your head if you're not fully prepared."

"Dad, everything is going great!" I countered. "You're absolutely right dad. But hopefully everything I am thinking about isn't just wishful thinking on my part. Maybe I've just been alone too long? Somehow, I am sure I'll sort out what is happening inside my head."

"Jimmy, maybe you both have been alone way too long?" He replied in concern. "She sounds like a lovely lady. Just don't go rushing into anything that will cause you or anyone else any harm, my son."

"GEORGE!" My mother shouted out from the kitchen. "I am getting my rolling pin ready! Please leave Jimmy alone, and get in here and help me prepare supper, my little sugar foot."

"I'll be right there my little darling snuggles," he replied in return joyously. "Betty, just make sure you oil the rolling pin alot better this time. I still have those darn splinters sticking out of my head from the last time you whacked me!"

"GEORGE! You're absolutely incorrigible! You get your butt in here right now!"

"Jimmy, anytime you need us, you know we'll always be here for you." He countered as he placed his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. "Gotta get! Your mother is calling me. Turn on the TV and watch a good western movie. It always helped clear my head after your mother whacks me!" He laughed and waltzed towards the kitchen. 

"GEORGE!"

"Baby, I'm on the way, snuggles." He replied as he continued down the hall. "Woman, don't be so rambunctious with me, or I'll have to find my whip!"

I heard my mother reply, but it was inaudible as I walked into the living room. Switching on the television set, I dropped into my father's easy chair and slowly drifted sound asleep as the noise from the television helped drown out any distractions.

After grabbing a quick powernap, I woke up to my dad saying, "James, supper will be ready shortly. Your mother has the table set, and it's time to wake up. We would like to speak with you before we eat."

"Sure dad. I'll be right there." I countered. "Please give me a couple of minutes to shake the cobwebs out of my head."

We gathered around the dinning room table and spent the remainder of the afternoon talking about alot of different pending issues with my parents, and enjoying my mother's great cooking until I had to get ready for work. Although my dad wanted to help unload his truck in the morning, I told him I didn't want to wake him up so early, and that I could handle unloading everything myself.

Rushing to my parent's home after work, I immediately called Toni and told her I was on the way over, and that I should be at her place in about thirty-five minutes. Sure enough, as I pulled around to the back of the house, Toni was already waiting outside the kitchen door with a fresh cup of hot coffee in her tiny outstretched hand. The early morning sun was illuminating her staggering beauty. She looked absolutely stunning standing on the porch with her long hair wrapped tightly in a bun. Her beautiful smile was beaming, and her warm inviting eyes were softly stroking my face as I approached her. She was clad in a comfortable pair of fitted faded blue jeans with an engaging snug fitting solid lavender sweater caressing her upper torso.

"Good morning, James. I hope your evening went well with your parents?" She replied as she handed the piping hot cup of coffee to me. "You look really tired, sweet man. Maybe you should take one of your powernaps before you begin to unload your belongings?"

"Well, good morning to you too, Toni." I responded affectionately with an ear-to-ear grin plastered on my arousing face. "It's so wonderful seeing you again, precious lady. You're absolutely right, I am alittle tired, but I need to keep moving or I'll fall over. Besides, my dad needs his truck back before noon. My mother wants him to get a full load of mulch for her garden today. My parent's are anxious to meet you."

"Hopefully you have enough of time to share a cup of coffee with me?" She replied caringly. "Unfortunately, I had a restless night, and I really need a hot cup of coffee, too. Maybe it will help put the pep back in my step today?"

"Toni, then maybe I should carry you to the table?" I replied jokingly. "I'll make sure you get plenty of pep back in your step. Sorry to hear about your restless night. Hope all is well?"

"Oh my James," she replied devotedly as a lone tear slowly began to slide down her right cheek. "If only it was that easy, sweet man. But, if you feel up to it?" She softly replied as she wiped the lone tear from her cheek. "Maybe a soothing full body massage later this afternoon would go a long way towards putting some pep back into my step? And yes James, all is well, now that you have safely returned."

She playfully took my arm in hers and guided us into the kitchen. I watched in amazement as she transformed herself into the most sensuous woman I had ever seen right before my astonished eyes. Suddenly she turned her back towards me as she pulled her snug fitting sweater over her head, tossed it on the counter and then rapidly undid the bun allowing her long, flowing hair to fall upon the purple bodysuit that was covering her upper torso. She whipped her dainty head forward and her hair snapped towards the counter and then backwards as she quickly snapped her head towards me. She ran her fingers through her scrambled hair and slowly spun around exposing her silhouetted braless breasts that were once covered completely by the lavender sweater she had just removed. Her magnificent breasts were tightly enshrined within the taunt bodysuit, and her exaggerated nipples were clearly visible as they pressed outward against the thin purplish material.

"James, let's drink our coffee before it gets cold?" She replied as my savoring eyes were quietly stroking her beautiful blissful body. "I don't want you to be late returning your father's truck."

"Toni, I'm sure we have plenty of time." I replied knowingly. "It won't take me too long to empty his truck, and then return it back to my dad." Her face was beaming, and her erect nipples pressed harder against the taunt material as I gazed into her eyes. "If you can wait until I return? I promise you, sweet lady that I will give you the best massage you have ever had in your life!" 

"James, do you really mean it?" Buoyantly she responded. "Oh, I really would enjoy receiving one from you if you're serious?"

"Toni, don't you remember me telling you that I do not misspeak?" I replied in return. "Furthermore, I also told you 'it will be my honor and solemn duty in life to satisfy your every wish from here on out.'"

"Yes James, I do remember," she countered smiling and then replied. "I also told you, James, 'thankfully I haven't reached the point of total senility yet.'" We both laughed exuberantly.

"Toni, it might be wise if you changed your clothes while I am gone?" I replied humorously. "I don't think warm baby oil will penetrate that outfit enough you're wearing to give you a proper full body massage after I return."

"James, don't be silly," she said in an enthralling tone. "I am going to take a warm bath after you leave, and will wear something alittle more appropriate when you return to get my massage."

"Well Toni," I said in a nefarious tone and had an iniquitous gleam in my eyes. "I do believe a small towel would be the only clothing required to receive a full body massage."

"Maybe you're right, James?" She countered while blushing. Her glorious smile and pearly whites beamed, and her enlarged nipples pressed even harder against her taunt bodysuit showing their approval. "We'll use one of the padded mats that are in the exercise room." 

"Toni, if I don't get started unloading my dad's pickup truck soon," I responded jokingly with a naughty tone in my voice. "I won't have enough time to recharge my batteries to have the strength necessary to satisfy you when I return."

"Oh Jimmy! I can't wait!" Her excited body shuttered audaciously as she spoke. "I'm quite sure sweet man, you'll have more than enough stamina remaining to handle everything."

"Either that, or I'll die trying." I countered laughing in return.

Her sensuous eyes immediately welled up with tears and her body trembled. "Oh my God, James! Please, please, sweet man, don't ever say anything like that again. Not even jokingly."

Tears began to fall like raindrops as I quickly approached and took her within my arms and hugged her firmly saying tenderly, "Oh Toni, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry."

"Oh Jimmy," her eyes lit up as she squeezed tightly saying lovingly, "I am really serious. You're such a sweet man, and I don't want anything dreadful to happen to you. Is that understood?"

"Yes it is perfectly understood, Toni." I replied knowingly. "I am so sorry, sweet lady. Please put that radiant smile back on your fabulous face. I promise you, I will try to never say anything that foolish again!"

Her face completely flushed and her chest heaved a huge sigh of relief and a sudden gasp of air quickly escaped out of her succulent mouth. Her eyes closed and her legs buckled without warning, and I quickly tightened my grip on her and held her tight against my worried body. Thankfully my once rigid member was semi-flaccid as it was pressed against her taunt tummy. After holding her so close inside the safety and power of my arms for a few moments, and those electric, beautiful blue eyes slowly opened and then locked on mine, it started growing again. Panic set in, and I backed away just enough to open a gap between us as I skillfully lowered my arms down to the sides of her slender waist hoping that she was stable enough to stand on her own two feet.

"Jimmy, are you okay?" She replied sympathetically in return. "Oh sweet man, I didn't mean to fall apart on you. I don't know what came over me. I am so sorry."

"Toni, I am okay now that you're feeling better," I replied thoughtfully as I moved further away from her. "Sweet lady, you don't have to apologize to me. I am the one who said such a foolish thing to cause all this in the first place. It will never happen again!"

"Oh Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy," she replied lovingly as she reached her delicate hands up to my face and cupped the sides of it. "Thank you, sweet man for keeping me from falling." She then kissed my right cheek. "Jimmy, please be careful unloading the truck. I am going to take a bath. I'll see you when you come back."

"You're very welcome, Toni," I countered smiling at her. "I promise I will be careful. It won't take me too long to bring my stuff in the house. Hopefully I should be back here somewhere right around one o'clock. After all this, I am quite sure I'll need to take a long, hot shower before I give you your massage."

"I can hardly wait, Jimmy!" She exclaimed chuckling. "Now scoot! You best get your butt in gear sweet man, or your dad will be pacing the floors. And please do tell your delightful parents that I said, 'hello' and that I can't wait until we meet."

"Fulfilling your wishes is my only command," I said laughing. "See ya soon, sweet lady. Try not to use all the hot water. I'll need alot of it when I return."

"You're in enough hot water as it is, Jimmy!" She exclaimed as her spellbinding blue eyes lit up and she laughed wholeheartedly. "Now scoot, before I get my rolling pin after you!"

"Promises, promises, promises," I chuckled aloud as I quickly scooted outside through the kitchen door.

I quickly offloaded everything that was packed in my dad's pickup truck and hurried to return it back to him. My mind was racing once again as I drove over to my parent's home, and arrived before the noon hour with alot of anticipation. My mother wanted to talk to me, but I was eager to get back and spend the day with Toni. "Mom, I'm sorry I can't stay. I hope you don't mind?" I replied benevolently. "But, I promised Toni that I would help her move some boxes into the loft of her garage this afternoon before I take my powernap for work."

"Jimmy, I understand," she replied lovingly. "Maybe one day this week you can drop by for lunch?"

"Mom, thanks for being so understanding. You know I can never turn down an offer to share lunch with my most favorite lady," I replied affectionately. "Let's make it a date for Thursday, shall we? We'll eat some Chinese food, and it will be my treat."

"Thursday will be fine, Jimmy." My mother knew I was anxious to leave as I became increasingly fidgety. My mind and body were racing around knowing that every minute I was away from Toni, it became harder and harder to handle. My mother kissed my cheek and lovingly said right before I left, "my precious son, don't be in such a hurry to get back on the bicycle."




A Room with a View



"Mom, I promise that when I ride a bicycle again, it's going to be a special one." I told her lovingly while laughing lightly. "It's just like you've always told me, 'son, you are a very special man, and you deserve a special woman that will be extremely proud to be by your side.' Mom, I promise, I will make sure that the tires on the bicycle have more than enough tread left on them to carry me the full distance when I'm ready to ride off into the sunset."

She laughed cogently as I waved goodbye and briskly swaggered out of the house towards my car. Quickly, I hopped behind the wheel, and promptly backed out of their driveway. Entering the freeway of freedom, I easily migrated fluently with the early afternoon traffic, and began to wonder if I was totally out of line, or maybe that I had completely lost it for even suggesting such a maladroit idea as to seriously giving Toni a full body massage. Especially using warm baby oil and her being clad in just a short towel. As I crossed the county line, I remembered hearing her excited response as her soothing voice echoed throughout the rivers of my mind, and I stepped on the pedal alittle harder.

The vivid snapshots of her loving blue eyes widening, allowed me to quickly dismiss the notion and realize that we were adults and had reached a mutual agreement. Another dilemma racing through my mind at the time was there was a strong possibility that I could satisfy her thoroughly, that is, if I didn't fall flat on my face from being so exhausted. Once I saw the road sign ahead telling me that the journey was almost complete, and visions of her heavenly vulnerable body lying partially naked on a mat for my hands to explore, and my manhood twitching around shamefully inside my loose fitting jeans, I knew I caught my third wind. As I leisurely pulled onto the cobblestone driveway, and drove around to the back of the house, it seemed as though Toni had changed her mind when I rounded the corner. Thankfully I was wrong!

She was bent over pruning a rose bush right next to the stairs leading up to the back porch. My mindless friend began losing its energy, when I saw her fully clothed in her gardening clothes. "Oh well, Jimmy, you should have known better to think that a classy lady like her would have ever allowed me to caress her fabulous creation." I thought as I came to a complete stop and turned off the engine.

Toni spun her head around startled and then smiled quietly. Much to my surprise, her eyes welled up with tears, as she came towards me. Rapidly my pulse quickened as I thought, "Jimmy, you're such a dumbass. She is going to slap the spit right out of you for being so audacious," as she came within inches in front of me. I wrapped my arms behind my back and clinched my hands tight together as I prepared myself for the biggest slap in my life.

"James, I was thinking," she began forcefully saying. "Maybe it wasn't such a good idea..."

Cutting her off in mid-sentence, I apologetically said. "Mrs. Littleton, I am so sorry that I suggested giving you a full body massage." My eyes slowly lowered and shut. My once excited body tightened, as I fully prepared myself to be slapped silly for even making such a brusque suggestion to her and then softly I replied as I opened my eyes slightly. "I'll pack up all of my personal belongings and move out as soon as possible."

"Oh my goodness, Jimmy. What in the world are you talking about?" She tenderly responded as a lone tear streaked down her face. "And what's with the Mrs. Littleton nonsense? Don't you even think for one second that you're getting out of giving me a full body massage! I have been waiting for you, and I thought I'd prune those couple of rose bushes over there until you returned. You know James, just because I am wearing a flannel shirt and blue jeans instead of using a wraparound towel that I've changed my mind. If I were out here doing my gardening in a towel, I am quite sure it would have shocked the nosy neighbors and made them think I had finally went over the deep end." She laughed wholeheartedly.

Quickly, I raised my head and eyes to meet hers, and she dropped the pruning shears to the ground beside her. She warmly placed her leather-covered gloved tiny hands to my face saying, "Jimmy, you better take a shower. I am going to get ready myself. By the way James, hope you won't mind, but I've decided that I shouldn't be wearing a towel? Speaking of towels, I have a load in the dryer. They'll be finished in a few minutes. I'll bring you a couple of fresh towels to your bathroom and place them on the sink just as soon as they're dry. Now, if you would please hurry up and take your shower? I'll be waiting in the exercise room for you whenever you're ready."

"Toni, I'll be done before you can say..." I began to respond before she unexpectedly cut me off.

"James, if you're talking," she quickly replied laughing. "You're not getting ready to give me my massage."

Smiling as I turned away from her natural beauty, I quickly raced up the stairs and across the painted porch and unlocked the door, and then darted inside the room closing it behind me. It felt great as I excitedly stepped onto the carpet and then quickly kicked off my shoes, and instantaneously peeled out of my soiled clothing and tossed them in the clothes hamper. My soul began to gradually relax as I headed straight towards the bathroom clad only in the old pair of holey sweats and sweaty tee-shirt. As I crossed into the exercise room, I noticed there was a full-sized table just a few feet away from the wall of windows overlooking into the backyard. It was covered with a padded mat, and there were a couple of white cotton sheets draped over it, including some neatly folded towels, and a large bottle of baby oil contentedly resting on top of it.

Stepping into the bathroom, I slid open the obscured glass door and turned on the shower facet. I allowed the water to heat up thoroughly before stepping jovially over the rim of the tempting tub and then quietly closed the glass panel door behind me. Standing under the cascading manmade waterfall, the hot water felt like a million frantic fingertips caressing my soul. Each invigorating droplet ignited my spirit, as they splashed and danced against my excited body.

Grabbing a bottle of shampoo from the chrome shower rack, I readily poured a generous supply into my right hand before returning it to its proper place. Eagerly, I rubbed a liberal supply in my hands and began washing my hair as my mind envisioned Toni's heavenly creation standing directly in front of me. The mere thoughts of her nestled so closely, had my spirit rising in celebration with each passing moment.

After a few moments of massaging my head with the shampoo, I turned around to face the waterfall to rinse it all out of my hair. As I bent my head backwards, I felt the hot water and shampoo splashing against my face and rushing down my excited body until it flowed over my throbbing manhood that was dancing to its own cadence. As the shampoo finally washed away from my eyes, I stepped backwards, and looked down and saw my rigid rod begging for attention.

Reaching for the bar of soap, I began rubbing it all over myself, as I stepped closer towards the waterfall. My flailing friend was pulsating proudly, as I gripped it firmly within my right hand. Slowly, I closed my eyes tight and began quietly stroking it for a few moments, and as time passed, I inadvertently began moaning aloud as the pleasured soaped strokes became more intense. My emotions were running wild as I picked up the tempo. My knees were getting weak, and I knew I was almost ready to explode when I thought I heard a faint knock and Toni's voice.

"Oh Jimmy, are you alright in there?" I heard the consoling sound of Toni's voice echo throughout the bathroom mist, as she stepped through the bathroom door. "Jimmy, are you decent? I brought you some clean towels."

"Yes Toni, I'm alright. I'm about as decent as one can be while taking a shower naked." I replied in a frustrated flustered tone. "I am almost finished. The soap got in my eyes, and they're burning. I can't see a darn thing. Give me a few minutes? I'm trying to rinse them out. If you would be so kind, please just leave a couple of towels on top of the sink? I'll be out shortly."

"Oh my, Jimmy. And here I thought maybe you were having a crisis?" She replied in a wicked tone while chuckling. "Please, don't let me interrupt you, sweet man. I'll be out of here in a minute. I need to put the rest of these clean towels in the linen closet. Don't worry, Jimmy. It's a good thing I am wearing a towel to soak up all the steam in here, and I can't see a darn thing either. You're going to use up all the hot water if you don't hurry up!" She was laughing peacefully as I heard the linen closet door open.

"Take your time, Toni," I replied convincingly. "Sorry about all the whining. The soap is finally out of my eyes. I just want to enjoy what little hot water is left until I rinse off completely."

"Jimmy, there's no need to rush on my account," she replied sympathetically while laughing lightly. "I've waited this long for my massage. I guess I can wait alittle longer."

"Thanks for understanding, Toni." I replied exuberantly. "It won't be too long now before I am through."

My throbbing manhood was demanding its relief as I began quietly stroking it once again knowing that Toni was only a couple of feet away. Each steadfast stroke brought me closer back towards the edge as I envisioned her warm, full lips, tightly wrapped around the crown of my swollen shaft. I steadied myself against the ceramic tiled wall, as I envisioned her tantalizing tongue swirling along its full length. My pace quickened, knowing it was only a matter of minutes before I exploded.

I heard the closet door squeaking as it gently closed, and then I saw Toni's incredible toweled silhouette gracefully slide into full view only inches away from directly in front of the obscured glass door. My heart was pounding heavy inside my heaving chest as the interior shower light illuminated my thrashing profile for her eyes to see. I was stroking my rigid shaft impetuously as I vaguely saw her outline through the steamed glass. Quietly, I turned and approached the glass panel door and pressed the full length of my throbbing rod against it. I heard her feisty breathing escape rapidly as it made sucking sounds, and I saw what I figured was the towel she told me she had wrapped around her fabulous figure charitably fall away from her inexplicable treasures.

I turned sideways and got as close as I could to the glass pane without falling through it, and continued stroking my shameless shaft without penitence. Her hands slowly rose up 'til they met her bountiful breasts. Although they and her were emphatically hidden behind the steamed etched glass, I could clearly make out the remarkable outline of her fabulous figure and her merciful breasts. Her frisky hands tenaciously cupped each of her mounds of miracles, as she rapidly tweaked upon her nipples as they gallantly stood out proudly within the misty steamed up room away from her heaving chest. I could almost hear her pleasured moans, as I stroked my raging erection faster and faster as I admired her heavenly form in total silence.

Knowing that we were so close yet completely separated from each other, gave me the confidence I needed to let myself enjoy the voluntary voyeuristic vestige moment we were sharing together. Without hesitating, I grabbed the interior handle on the glass door with my left hand and faced towards the obscured glass. Within moments, I was thrusting around noisily inside the shower, and was ready to explode. Just as I was ready to erupt, I pressed the full length of my pulsating erection against the shower door and three huge salvos of semen splashed all over the etched glass. Momentarily she stumbled backwards as if she was struck in the face by the huge torrent of life giving semen I had just released.

Toni's once frantic fingers returned into view, but now they were lightly tracing the outline of the massive bombardment of my gelatinous semen slowly running down the etched glass, and I heard her hoarsely say through her pleading gasps of air, "my goodness James, are you done yet? I've just finished putting all those towels away, and I going back into the exercise room to get ready for my massage."

"Yes Toni, I'm almost done." I said as I reluctantly cleared my throat. "If you would be so kind? Please give me another minute or two while I finish rinsing off, and then I'll be right there. Toni, don't forget to close the door on your way out or all the steam will leave the room. You might want to hop up on the table and get comfortable, so I can begin your massage right after I find my pair of maroon sweatpants to wear. All I could find to come to the bathroom were my old pair of Swiss cheese ones."

"James, I really hope you don't mind?" She replied cautiously. "I almost forgot to tell you. I found your long pair of maroon sweatpants lying on the floor when I was running the vacuum sweeper earlier this morning after you left the house. They looked and smelled like they needed to be washed, so I put them in the laundry room. I am sorry that I didn't have enough time to wash them, and since you're clean, you might as well just use your holey ones to give me my massage."

"Toni that could create quite a predicament?" I countered nervously. "As usual, I don't have any clean boxers to wear under those darn things. I forgot to wash my whites, and I don't have any clean ones."

"Jimmy, there's not a reason in the world to be bashful." She replied lightheartedly as her laughter grew more rowdy with each teasing word that past through her full, succulent sultry lips. "Oh my sweet man, I wasn't planning on massaging you anyway. You're the one who is going to massage me."

"Toni, I really shouldn't..." I began saying when she cut me off suddenly.

"Jimmy!" She replied urgently. "You promised that you would give me a full body massage when you returned home. Now, get your butt out of that shower, and into the exercise room. I'll be waiting."

"I'll be there in a minute, Toni." I answered in return, as I heard her pull the door closed.

My pulse quickened rapidly knowing full well that I would have to find a way to keep my mindless manhood out of plain sight, as I massaged her heavenly creation. Just the mere thought of rubbing baby oil all over her had my optimistic friend growing again as I stepped out of the shower. Reluctantly, I grabbed one of the large cotton towels that she had set on the sink, and began drying myself off. Within minutes of towel drying my hair, I heard another faint knock on the door, and Toni say, "James, are you decent?"

"Actually Toni, I am more than decent." I answered awkwardly while chuckling loudly and then quickly wrapped the towel around my naked frame. "Please don't be so impatient, sweet lady. I'll be out in a minute."

"James, you sure you're decent?" She spoke out softly as she slowly pushed open the door and poked her head past the slightly ajar door. "I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want first?"

"Is that a trick question?" I replied jokingly. "Toni, to tell you the truth, I'd rather hear nothing but good news!"

"Oh Jimmy," she replied despondently. "My daughter called and asked if I would watch my grandbaby in about an hour or so. Of course, I told her that I would, but I had some personal matters to tend to before I went over to her house. I hope you're not too disappointed?"

"Toni, I completely understand." I replied somberly. "But what's the good news?"

"Oh Jimmy, I guess you didn't quite hear that I told her?" She replied leniently as her baby blue eyes lit up. "I have some personal matters to tend to before I went over to her house?"

"Sorry Toni, guess I still have too much water clogging my ears," I replied guardedly while chuckling. "Either that, or I am more tired than I realize."

"Jimmy, would you please hurry?" She responded urgently. "You're not getting out of giving me a full body massage that easily! I am getting on the table right now, so hurry it up!"

She quickly turned around and began to shut the door and I replied laughing, "Toni, Rome wasn't built in a day. I do believe it took two days!"

Before the door fully closed, I heard her say laughing, "James, now don't you make me get my rolling pin out! Please hurry!"

There I was standing with a towel wrapped around me as my flippant friend began to spring back to life. I dropped the towel on top of the sink, and slid my holey sweats on, and they didn't do anything to hide my sprouting manhood. I took the other dry towel and wrapped it tightly around my waist. I didn't bother putting on the soiled tee-shirt, and I didn't have a clean one with me, so I opened the door confidently with my bare chest totally exposed and began my journey of jubilation towards Toni.

Sure enough, she was lying on top of the table with a white cotton sheet covering her mid-back, and all of her lower extremities. Her bounteous bottom was clearly outlined underneath the cotton sheet. Her smooth tanned upper back and shoulders were definitely uncovered, as were the sides of her breasts although they were compressed under the weight of her vivacious upper body. Her head was facing the windows resting blissfully on her tiny arms, when I disclosed my arrival and blurted out, "Toni, I hope you're ready? Because I surely am!"

Hastily she turned her head towards me. Her sparkling eyes were stroking my body relentlessly. Her beautiful pearly whites were beaming as her flourishing eyes focused on my heaving bare chest, and then they slowly lowered and stopped as she tried in vain to devour my straining shaft. It pressed firmly against the towel and was ensnared inside my loose sweats denying her its full boundaries. Her elegant lips slightly parted, and her teasing tongue playfully caressed her lower lip as her stimulated eyes ardently came back to greet mine, she whispered, "James, where's your shirt?"

"Toni, all of my clean ones are in the bedroom." I replied timidly out of concern she didn't approve. "I'll go get one and cover myself after I take the baby oil and warm it up in the microwave oven."

"James, don't be silly." She replied as her encouraging eyes began stroking my body resolutely, as I decisively approached directly in front of those incredible baby blues. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. Besides, the baby oil is already warm. I did it right after I spoke with my daughter."

"Well, in that case sweet lady," I responded chuckling. "Toni, I'm not sure about you, but I feel with my hands. Please lower your lovely arms to your sides. That's the correct position to lay your body, so I can massage all the muscle groups in your neck and back properly. I surely don't want you coming after me with your rolling pin if you're not satisfied with the specialized knowledge that I've acquired throughout the years."

"Anything you say, James," she replied as her exhilarated eyes lit up, and a warm inviting smile surged across her fabulous face.

"Anything?" I replied flamboyantly while laughing aloud. "Toni, now that's a loaded statement if I ever heard one!"

"Yes James, anything!" She replied obediently, as she slowly removed her dainty arms in synchronization from under her lifting head, as she gingerly raised her upper torso while using her elbows just enough to allow the distinguished sides of her magnificent mounds of memories to come into view of my engaged eyes. Although I was praying that she would had raised herself a tad higher giving me an unobstructed view of her excited nipples, but to no avail. Leisurely she lowered her hidden treasures back down to the covered mat as her tiny, tanned arms nestled closely against the sides of her beguiling body.