2 comments/ 84395 views/ 1 favorites Kindred Spirit Ch. 01 By: Jacquioh The morning sunlight of a bright spring day streamed in the window, bathing her lovely body in warmth. She lay diagonally across the king-size bed, fresh from her shower. He couldn't recall a more beautiful sight as he laid the single freshly picked rose on her pillow. Her white panties, gleaming in the bright light, caressed her mound, tented across from her hipbones to a delicious fullness of her tummy. She dozed -- her bra still in her hand ready to enclose the nipples that looked so inviting. His tongue ran across his lips as he studied the scene. His robe fell open, prodded by his erect cock. He sat on the bed and gently parted her legs so he could lie on his stomach with his face close to her pantied mound. Leaning on his elbows, he continued his admiring gaze past the patch of hair faintly visible through her panties. His eye followed the slight bulge of tummy and beauty of her breasts to her face turned in silent slumber. He could hear her breathing, faintly. He paused a moment, drinking in the clear, clean scent of her freshly bathed body. Savoring the moment, he lightly kissed the summit of her body and left his lips there a moment as her scent filled his nostrils bringing back the thrill of the weekend they had shared. It had been a little awkward at first; the newness of this tryst alone; their unfamiliarity with each other. After all, apart from the E-mail correspondence, they had only met the one time, in Chicago, and then they were not alone..... ”What if she can't stand me,” he remembered thinking.... ... “or, what if I can't stand being with her for this long?” There was that risk, of course, but the fears were unfounded. In fact after the initial unease, the rest had been like two fine old friends reunited, linked by common likes and interests. Even the sex had come easily and softly, and inventive in the end. He nuzzled her slit with the tip of his nose, pressing the nylon between her lips, and now teasing her clit with the gentlest touch. Looking up, he saw the smile play across her lips. Her hardening nipples were crisp above the conical hills of her breasts. They too, looked freshly scrubbed in the way unique to women. He felt his prick harden and struggle to get free from the weight holding it captive. "MMnnnh", she moaned and moved against him, raising her knees slightly, so his mouth was over the little plain between her legs that surrounded the entry leading to the center of her. He could feel its warmth against his lips. "Oh yes .." He continued his caress and his hands followed the line of her hips and circled her breasts, just touching her nipples. "So .. perfect ..so lovely, You have made this so easy and comfortable. Thank you for that." "It was you,, you know. You made it easy," he replied. She looked down at him and smiled. "Well, maybe both, then! But, you know, it has been remarkable. Could have been a disaster. Easily. You know? Why am I here with a guy dumb enough to take such a risk? Especially one who makes eyes at me from such a strange position. What are you doing down there? ....NO, it's all right! Just stay there for now! I was just asking, can't a girl ask? Eh?" Her smile spread broadly across her lovely face and then her eyes joined in. It was the smile born of deep friendship and trust. Strange that it could be shared by relative strangers. But then, some people know each other for years and are still strangers. She had come off the plane last Friday after a quiet flight from Minneapolis and greeted him with a cautious smile. Their kiss on the cheek was brief and a little stiff. Then, carrying her bags, he had made small talk while they walked to the car and drove the five miles to home among the tree-clad hills of western Michigan. He waited a little anxiously while she changed clothes and then, at length, reappeared. He remembered her slightly quizzical look that changed quickly to a smile, as if she were testing you. Dinner was excellent, the wine good, the waiter attentive, perhaps even engagingly flirtatious. Their knees touched beneath the crisp white tablecloth. She was enjoying herself. As she talked about home and her interests, he noticed the dress allowed a tempting view of her breasts. As she turned to speak to the waiter, he noticed how the white lace of her bra contrasted and accented the tan thrust of her breast. Dinner was a success. They were loosening up. She linked her arm in his as they left. "It's here to the right. Just a short walk. Is that all right? Yes, it was and the spring breeze caught her light dress swirled around her legs as they made their way to the concert. "How nice that Mozart is a passion of yours, too! She said. We have so many interests in common, haven't we?" As the concert progressed, she turned slightly toward him and reassured him with her nyloned knee. His hand found hers and lay there in her lap. The heat of her firm thigh was enough to distract him from the music and focus his mind on this desirable new friend. "How will this evening turn out?" he mused to himself. She re-crossed her legs and kept his hand in her lap to enjoy the sensation of skirt and slip sliding seductively together over the smooth sheen of her stockings. At home again, they toured the house ending in the little bar for a brandy. Is that a hot tub out there she asked, I love hot tubs, don't you?" Their knees touched as they faced each other on the high stools. " Shall we ..?" he offered. "Didn't bring a suit." She said, a little mockingly. "Perhaps no one will notice" he teased, turning the single light off and standing up. She loosened his tie. He unbuttoned her dress all the way down and it fell open revealing the lacy white bra and a half lip. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and dropped the slip to the floor. Stepping out of the ring at her feet, she stood before him, her panties and garter belt complementing the bra cradling breasts just right for her shape. He knelt in front of her and unsnapped the garters from her nylons. Like a Renoir dancer, she placed her hand on his head for balance as he unrolled the stockings from one leg and then the other. His hands caressed the nylons down her thighs, past the back of her knees, down her shapely calves and then struggled to strip them off her feet. She had unsnapped her bra and held it still cupping her breasts. She smiled down at him and dropped the bra into his hands. He stood up awkwardly and touched her breasts. Then tentatively, touched both nipples with the palm of his hands. Her nipples were special. Special in the pouty way they stood out and dominated her breasts with their perfect shape. Stepping into the steaming water, he held a hand to steady her as she entered. "Don't you want to take these off," he offered. "I'll just leave them on, if that's all right." "Sure, sure, whatever is comfortable" The steam and warmth engulfed them and they sipped brandy contentedly. The underwater lights lit up their bodies under the water and they laughed that the flimsy panties didn't give much modesty. The little patch of hair showed through the silky fabric, accentuating the vee at the top of her thighs. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the contrast of her tan lines where a bikini top at shielded at least some of her breasts. She was trying not to stare at his cock standing so erect under the water. "Wow, this is hot. She stood up to cool off a little. He touched her thigh as though to steady her and then put his hands on her hips, caressing the wet nylon and just suggesting a pull toward him. "I guess this is a little silly, wearing these, I mean. They don't hide much, do they?" "Lovely, though." He slowly slipped the little garment down her legs and placed it on the side of the tub. He guided her to the seat next to him. As the air jets started, his hand found her bottom and floated her semi buoyant body so that the air bubbles were coming fast against his hand and between her legs. Cradling her there, he spread his legs wide, so her vulnerable pussy would have the full effect of the jets streaming against it. "Ohh!" she gasped. “Oh, wow, what are you doing, lone ranger?" She spread her legs and turned to straddle him so the stream of bubbles vibrated where their bodies met. His cock strained against her and she felt between them to place it comfortably in her slit. She settled so it was against the length of her slit. Her fingers touched the tip protruding past her clit. In this position, they continued their conversation with pleasure. Jane leaned back and whispered into his ear. "You know, this is delightful, but I never think it works all that well under water, do you?” They went up the stairs, stopping at the landing for a kiss. His tongue met hers. She pressed against his hardness. His hands found the roundness of her ass, and then moved down between the cheeks. He felt the tip of his prick as she moved to invite it between her legs. She turned to go up the stairs and his hands lifted and fondled the cheeks of her ass, following their undulation up the stairs. He led the way to the bedroom at the top of the stairs. Kneeling in front of her near the bed, he kissed his way down from her lips, taking each nipple in its turn into his mouth, circling each with his tongue. His tongue traced the valley between her breasts and then into the little hollow of her navel, making her giggle. Then his kisses led him lower until at last he found the patch of hair marking the way to her pussy. Lingering, he brushed his lips across it several times, his hands trailing along her buttocks and then her thighs. With his hands caressing the place behind her knees, his tongue dipped into the very beginning of her slit. She trembled slightly and sat down on the bed, grasping his head to pull it forward. She laid back on the bed and parted her legs. He parted her lips with his thumbs, noting that she had trimmed the hair from between her legs. The smooth lips of her pussy melted under his tongue as he moved along each one. She was very wet now. "You taste wonderful, and your scent is so delightful with your perfume." He whispered hoarsely. " Ohhhh, that is sooooo nice," she whispered back. His finger slipped into her. "Ohhh," ....... a sharp intake of breath, and then a sigh of pleasure as his finger bathed in the wet warmth of her cunt and probed just behind her clit. He rubbed her clit between his thumb on the outside and the finger massaging its base from the inside of her cunt. "ohhh, my g...." she whispered hoarsely. His tongue circled her clit and again and again trailed down the folds protecting her cunt until finally, he just ringed her anus with the tip of his tongue. She grasped his head, held it a moment and then urged him up onto the bed with her. Her hand found his cock. It felt so good having her little hand circle it and begin fondling it slowly back and forth. "I've never felt one like this, she said. I mean you're not circumcised, are you?" Does it hurt when I do this?" She slipped the foreskin back and forth. "Not if you are reasonably considerate, it doesn't" "And if I let you put this big thing inside me" she teased, will you be sure not to hurt it?" "I think if you allow such a thing, it will be very careful not to hurt anything!" he said. "But first I want to taste it. And see what it feels like with my lips." She swung around to look at his cock and then her lips brushed it tentatively. Slowly she pulled back the foreskin and kissed the head of his cock. "Mmm .. you taste good too." She spread her legs wide for him to enjoy her again. His tongue entered deep into her pussy. Her mouth was hot around his cock and he felt totally open to her and to her heat. They turned to embrace and their tongues met and explored each other. They tasted their mingled flavors on their lips. He bent to suck her breasts and to caress them and press the nipples into his mouth. And then, rather naturally, he parted her legs again and moved over her. He felt the delight of her bush touch the underside of his cock and kissed her deeply as her hand just touched his cock and barely guided him into the waiting lips of her pussy. He pulled back his foreskin and slipped the bared head of his engorged cock along the wetness between her legs, paused at the entrance and slipped slowly into her. He paused a moment to savor the tightness and the heat of her body now registering on the sensitive skin of his cock head. She moved her hips in a circular movement, then moved to take more of him inside. He plunged in to the full extent of his cock and felt the great warm wetness of her surround him. Their pubic mounds were now tight against each other, her wetness forming a smooth oiled surface of pleasure. They moved together slightly awkwardly at first. The unfamiliarity of their bodies and the eagerness of their thrusting combined to work against them at first. "Oh, Gareth, give it to me, more, more; give me more of your cock" Now they moved more smoothly together and he was slamming himself into her, deep and hard. Her pussy was squeezing his cock as her hips returned the rapid movement of his cock deep inside her cunt." She felt the hot spurt of his sperm before she came and she urged his thrusting again and again as he filled her with his juices. He remained semi-hard and she felt his thrusting slow. Her hips eagerly snapped up and down and she felt her orgasm shake around his full but relaxing cock. They lay together, with his hand cupping her mound and her holding his cock and balls until they fell asleep. The rest of the weekend had been full of fondling, fucking and pleasant easy conversation. A perfect mixture, they decided. As time grew short, she pondered the next few hours. "Do you suppose they had as much fun? She asked. “Were they able to be together as we have?" "I don't know,” he said thoughtfully. "Jill would have had to get really comfortable to let her inhibitions down this much. It’s certain they enjoyed each other's company enough .. .. .. to agree to try ift" “I hope the performance of ‘Cats’ was good at least.” She said, and offered her lips one last time. Kindred Spirit Ch. 02 Jill stared out the window as the plane taxied away from the Minneapolis terminal. She felt the good, warm feeling, similar to après’-ski evenings after an exhilarating day on the mountain. It was the same pure, confident, relaxed feeling of well-being. The late afternoon sun glinted off the windows. Behind one of them, she knew, Tom stood staring after her plane taxiing away from him. “Now,” she wondered, “how will we be with each other?” Will we be uncomfortable with the knowledge that each has been with someone else for the first time? What if one becomes jealous or if one enjoyed the experience more than the other did? These were questions to settle when she landed back home in Michigan. “I couldn’t have enjoyed it more,” she said aloud, startling herself a little. What a surprise, considering my original negative reaction, she thought. She closed her eyes and thought back over the past few days. The warmth returned between her legs and she knew her panties were damp with easily rekindled excitement. The experience of a weekend with a virtual stranger, with his unfamiliar body and unfamiliar cock, had turned her on more than expected. Jill had to admit that. In fact, it had made her just plain horny and kept her in a steady state of sexual arousal for the past 48 hours. It had been Gareth’s idea, certainly not hers -- much too wild to be hers. They had met Jane and her husband Tom in Chicago, both couples on a romantic weekend package at a suburban resort hotel. The weekend had been made even better than expected by meeting a couple so appealing and so compatible. “It is amazing how we get along. I like her and we think alike. You and Tom keep talking as if we were not even in the conversation! I’m not complaining, because you two are having fun arguing and testing each other. Jane and I are just as paired off, having fun with each other on our side of the table. I don’t think we’ve ever met a couple where the match up was so perfect. Usually, I like one and you don’t like the other one at all. It makes this a perfect weekend.” Gareth surprised her with his enthusiasm. It was not like him to go out of his way to make new acquaintances. On their last evening, a good dinner and two bottles of good wine led to an impromptu late-night swim. That swim had sealed the plan for this weekend ‘date.’ They had taken a moonlight walk together and ended next to the swimming pool. A crescent moon provided scant light, just enough to shimmer seductively on the surface of the water. “What is you position on skinny-dipping, Jill? Tom was teasing her about their aggressive political discussion at dinner. They all laughed, recalling the friendly but intense verbal dueling. Jill had taken the dare and slipped from her dress and angled her arms to unhook her bra. “I’m quite liberal on that subject. And you?” She dropped her bra on a chair and then stripped the gossamer-like panty hose clumsily down her legs to float in a delicate mound soon joined by lacy white panties. She sat on the pool’s edge and slipped slowly into the water. The chilly water slipped up her thighs and just kissed her pussy. She paused, feeling her clit react crisply to the cold water. Then as the water stiffened her nipples, she said, “OK, Tommy let’s see if you are the Italian Stallion you claim to be! Or are you all talk?” She giggled, then shivered in anticipation. Tom could not resist the challenge and Jill watched as he took off his pants. His semi-erect cock bobbed as he stripped off his shorts and slipped into the pool beside her. Gareth and Jane stood giggling self-consciously. “Too cold for me!” Jane said. “They are both so damned competitive. They will both take a dare, won’t they?” “Yeah. That’s what I mean, they are like two peas in a pod. Good thing they didn’t marry each other, though. Neither one would have time to listen!” Gareth laughed looking into Jane’s eyes “That is so true! You and I are the ones that put things back on the track after the argument, I’ll bet. If they were married it wouldn’t have lasted.” “Hey, we hear you talking about us up there!” Tom said with a chuckle. “Did you think he’s right, or what?” Jane asked. “Yes, it is probably true. We enjoy the give and take, but, .. .. it might be a bit much day after day! I think I’ll go home with you, dear,” Jill said spluttering some water out of her mouth. “You’re a neat guy, Tom, but you would be tough to live with! My sympathies are with Jane.” “Whose side are you on?” Tom wanted to know. Jill felt a surprising intimacy standing naked with this attractive man and talking like this. There in the dark, their intimacy hung in the air drawing the two of them closer and closer. It seemed like something tangible connecting their bodies. It surprised her they didn’t touch, that Tom didn’t touch her. The bond was there without touching, though. Jill recalled noticing Gareth and Jane strolling around the pool, away from the end where she stood in commune with Tom. “I wonder why we didn’t touch” she mused out loud. “Pardon?” her seatmate asked. “Oh, sorry, just talking to myself, she said with a smile. He turned back to his book, and Jill returned to her reverie about the only other time she and Tom had been together. Gareth and Jane had returned with towels for them and they hopped out of the pool. She was amazed that no one seemed to be self-conscious with the two standing naked toweling off, not two feet separating any of them. They had turned away to put on their clothes and then Jill slipped her panty hose into Gareth’s pocket rather than struggle into them. “Here, Tom, a souvenir!” He had joked, taking them out of his pocket and offering them. Jill recalled a tiny shiver when Tom took her hose and laughingly pressed them against his cheek and stuffed them into his own pocket. Now she smiled remembering that he had not returned them. It was in the bar for a nightcap the subject surfaced once again. “This has been perfect! You two have been perfect company.” Tom said. “I’m sorry it is ending so quickly.” “Yes, me too,” Jill responded, smiling at Jane. “It’s amazing how easy it has been, how compatible we are. Maybe when we do it again, we should just swap partners for a date?” Gareth said, a little tentatively, masking it with a grin. They had laughed a little nervously and let it drop. When he mentioned it a second time, in bed, Jill thought back to the moment of intimacy in the pool and found the idea strangely appealing. “You mean, actually split up and have a date? Me and Tom. You and Jill?” “Well, .. .. yes. I don’t know exactly. I just know that you would have a good ‘old fashioned date’ with Tom and Jane and I probably would too. It’s too bad that you can’t have an occasional date with someone who is a kindred spirit, .. .. and then go home again. After all, if Tom were a woman and you met him like this, you would leap at the chance for just the two of you to spend some time alone together!” As we talked the logic of his argument seemed to make sense. It would be fun if one could have both worlds. And so, in an exchange of E-mails, they had agreed. And now Jill found herself on an airplane speeding to spend a weeken fate with a stranger she felt greatly attracted to. Jill was not naïve, she knew what the implications of intimacy were. What would it be like to have a total stranger as a sexual partner after the familiarity and sameness of these past years with Gareth? As the date grew closer, she had become more and more eager for the experience. The plan was for her to head for Minneapolis and Tom while Jane flew to Michigan and Gareth. As her quiet interest grew to excitement, she had proposed to complete the fantasy by meeting in a bar and being “picked up” by Tom. And so it was that she took a taxi alone to a nice bar with lots of loud music and singles groping one another. It was the kind of place that Gareth hated and Jill had missed over the years of their marriage. She loved the dancing and the music, the flirting and the sensuous atmosphere. “Would you like to dance?” A tall blond Adonis-type smiled down at her. “I’m old enough to be at least his big sister,” she thought as she accepted. He was not much of a dancer and he was mostly interested in finding ways of brushing against her breasts with whatever part of his body he thought might work. Still, his overeager attention was a turn-on and she soon joined in the play, bumping against him to help the process. His hand at last cupped her breast at the end of a contrived move he spun her into. “Things haven’t changed much in spite of the new generation,” she concluded. Tom appeared and came to her rescue with a possessive kiss on the cheek. They were soon dancing and shouting over the din. Their drinking and dancing were full of fun and their steadily more intense caresses became full “body massages” on the dance floor. By midnight, they were sitting head-to-head trying to make themselves heard over the music and laughing at any subject that came up. Jill had worn a pair of silky culottes with loose legs. As they sat knee to knee, Tom slipped one hand up one leg and the other along the other leg to join at her apex. Her pussy was responding with a special heat and his hands had obviously enjoyed this silk highway between her thighs. Clasping his hands between her legs and tugging at the “y” of her garment, he murmured sexily: “I think that I have you trapped, hadn’t you better come quietly, now?” “My place or yours?” She laughed. “I thought you’d never ask.” “What a car! --- What is it, a Porsche?” She asked as the luxurious leather seat hugged her trim hips firmly. His hand was on her nyloned thigh and it trailed upward. “Whatever you say, my dear!” He chuckled, twisting an imaginary mustache, lecherously. She raised his hand to her breast and slipped between the buttons to touch the smoothness of her breast straining to escape her bra. His fingers traced the border of her bra cup and then delicately insinuated itself under the fabric and made its way to her nipple. She felt his nail slide over the rougher skin near the rigid nipple. Her hand reached across the console and touched his bulging cock tentatively. They turned to kiss at a traffic light and her touch turned more aggressive as she stoked along the length of his cock and squeezed its head. She pulled it from side to side against the resistance of the fabric of his trousers. His tongue felt exciting in its roughness as it dueled gently with hers. It reminded her of the incredible excitement and roaring heat produced in those earlier years when she had her first French kisses and couldn’t get enough of it. An impatient horn interrupted his attempts to unbutton her blouse. He continued as he sped away from the light. She helped by loosing the buttons from her neck to her waist. The flickering of the passing streetlights strobed the whiteness of the lace bra into a fantasy for him. Tom cupped one breast and she felt the heat all the way through her body. His hand was under her bra fully cupping her breast. It was a nice feeling, having her bra press his hand firmly to her breast. His fingers parted to squeeze her nipple, adding to the warm pleasure saturating her body as she snuggled lower into the seat. “Careful” he murmured, “don’t do too good a job.” She released her grip on his cock. “ Sorry,” she whispered, “I do intend to save you for later.” Her tongue traced the curves of his ear as she slipped her bra strap off her shoulder to give him access. The breeze through the open window kissed her nipple and she felt the tingle as he lifted her breast and surrounded it in his large hand. “Beautiful,” he said, sneaking a look at her kneeling sideways in the seat to face him. She slipped her blouse off and unhooked her bra, letting it drop reluctantly from her ample, round breasts, their weight pulling the roundness into a beautifully perfect curve. She sensed that he was speeding up slightly to get her home. Good idea, she thought. They walked from the car to the house, pausing several times to kiss in the cool night air. His tongue on her nipples increased the effect of the night air. She moved her leg between his and felt the pleasure of his firm muscles against the twin layers of nylon of her culottes and her panty hose. She nuzzled against his cock as it rose to challenge the hardness of his thigh. The pleasure of the silkiness against his hard body was intense. Breaking away to avoid cumming, she tugged him toward the door. The brazenness of her nudity thrilled her and the night air chilled her so that the warmth of his embrace just inside the door built her desire and excitement. He lifted her lightly to a standing position on a small love seat in the entry. He kissed and fondled her breasts and then circled her nipples with his tongue as his hands cupped her ass and pulled her mound tightly against his chest. She moved against him in slow little circles, as his kisses and tongue outlined the curve at the base of her breasts. They were feeling full and stretched by this attention. Slowly, his hands slipped her culottes down her thighs to reveal her panty hose and the pretty white panties held plastered against her tummy. As her pussy mound came into view, he bent to kiss it as his hands raced over the nylon of her thighs. As his hand found the center of her and toyed with the moistness of her lips, she sighed loudly and pulled his head to her breasts. Jill clamped her thighs on his hand. Her knees felt weak with the pleasure rising in her body. He lifted her legs to a grip around his waist and began carrying her toward the stairs. Clinging to his head, her lips tore at his ears and necks, nibbling and licking every curve and crevice. Her pussy nestled against his hard, hard cock and bumped against it as they made their way up the stairs. At the top, he paused and put her down on the top stair, burying his head between the nylon pillars of her thighs and lingering in the wetness and the mingled scent of her sex and her perfume. She pulled his head firmly against her lips and spread her legs wide as he eagerly pressing his face against the nylon hiding her moist, waiting, hungering pussy. Jill reached between them and helped him with his battle by stabbing her fingernail through the resisting panty hose. “You traitor!” She muttered to her finger. Tom eagerly tore at the fabric and she felt the thrill of an aroused male tearing her panty hose to get at her body. The release of the hose ripping apart and exposing her to him was exhilarating. He was still having trouble expanding the hole she had opened to him. Jill eagerly tugged, wanting to be exposed to him, and at last her moist and hot pussy lips were bared to his gentle assault. Only her panties held him back. She slipped the crotch aside and watched the effect of the sight of her moist pinkness. Between her legs there appeared her long tender canyon topped with the bright red little bud of her rampant clitoris. It stood out awaiting attention from Tom’s tongue. Tom seemed eager to tame this little tiger peeking from between her lips. She had trimmed the patch of hair to be just an accent to the mound whose curve he found so beautiful and appealing. Gently, his tongue set about its task of parting her lips. He licked along first one side and then the other and then circled her clit as she spread her lips with her fingers to open it for him to suck. She watched as he, so gently, paid homage to her beauty with lips and tongue. “I love the scent of you and your perfume,” he smiled up at her. Her moistness had thoroughly encompassed most of his face and he glistened as he licked his lips to taste her juices. He lifted her again and carried her down the hall to a large bed. After lighting a candle, he returned to his place between her open thighs. Jill watched as he slipped out of his shirt, revealing the smooth muscular torso she sensed but could not see though the darkness beside the pool in Chicago. He paused at the belt, looking into her eyes. Then he slowly unzipped his pants almost like a striptease. The bulge of his bright colored briefs emerged through the fly of his pants, propelled firmly by his sizable cock. He unbuttoned the top of his pants and slowly dropped them to the floor and removed his shoes without bending over. He released his cock by slipping the briefs down just enough for the smooth headed shaft to protrude straight out from his body. Jill thought it might be a little longer than Gareth’s, but not more than an inch or two. The shiny head shown like a granite knob and she found that very exciting and attractive. She stared at its pure beauty in the same way he had gazed rapt at the curve of her breasts and at the cleavage between her legs. She lay waiting for him. Her body felt that anticipation and warmth unique to the eager moments that provide a scintillating prelude to making love. “Hurry,” she urged, a little tensely. He did not remove either her panty hose or her panties, but knelt between her legs and resumed briefly tasting her moistening cunt. His tongue slipped deep into her tunnel, placing the tip of his nose directly on her tense clit. She sighed lustily. “Ohh, please Tommy, please fuck me soon.” She wanted that big cock inside her now! He moved up to kiss her breasts and cup them in his hands. As he reached for the two luscious tits, his cock lay against the wet crotch of her panties and he rubbed it along her slit. “Mnnh, your panties feel good, I can’t believe how lovely and soft your pussy feels,” he nearly shouted in his passion. And then, suddenly, his cock slipped past the leg of her panties and was buried half way into her searing cunt. He lunged as she raised her head to see it disappear between the pouting grasp of her eager cunt lips. The pubic hair at the base of his cock found its place against hers and he collapsed onto her, blocking her view. But she was beyond that now. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she pulled herself up onto his cock. She felt how wide it was. It was stretching her in a new and pleasureful way. As she urged him on, he pistoned in and out of her. Pulling back so the tip teased her clit before plunging deeply into the snug, hot, tight, complex passage of her cunt. She gripped his cock, hanging on to it as if it were a tree to be climbed. She wanted him to feel her pussy suck the goodness out of him. And then she was cumming, her orgasm a good, long, lingering, trembling sensation, centered on this unfamiliar cock invading her pussy. “Cumming! .. .. ..Oh, I’m cumming. Cum now, Tommy, cum for me. Cum with me! Ohhh! Hurry!” She shuddered. Even as all her satisfied muscles relaxed, she tried to climb higher on his cock to milk his pleasure out of him. Moments later, she felt his body tense as it made a few last eager plunges into her. His sperm surged hot and wet into her, mixing with her own juices. A few more pounding thrusts and then he collapsed in vulnerable weakness against her. They lay in the comforting, moist warmth of their first sex as his softening penis slipped gently from the welcome harbor of Jill’s cunt. She took the last bit of pleasure, squeezing it between her legs. It had been a perfect start to a lovely weekend romance. Lovely talk. Lovely meals. Lovely sex. And now it was over, a warm memory. The plane droned on through the gathering dusk, the sun setting behind her like the glowing embers of a well-remembered campfire. Was it only the start of an adventure, she wondered. “Please put your seat back up now, we’ll be landing soon.” The stewardess wakened her and smiled. She had slept for the entire flight. A blanket was draped over her. “I thought you might get chilly, so I gave you a blanket.” Kindred Spirit Ch. 02 Jill took a deep breath as she strode the length of the gangway, her eyes concentrating on the dirty gray carpet ahead of her toes. Deep in thought, she emerged and struggled to wipe the concern from her face. Gareth was there, leaning against the empty counter at the opposite gate. He smiled and held up his hand as she made her way through the small arrival crowd bunched together craning their view past her. “Hi sweetheart!” He said quietly. “Hi.” She said, and snuggled into his arms. For a long minute they said nothing more, both apprehensive. Jill felt the comforting familiarity of his body and pressed close. Gareth felt Jill press against him, her legs straddling his thigh. She felt wonderful, the softness heightened by the way her dress slipped against her stockings as she moved slightly against his thigh. He pulled her into the empty gateway, out of the traffic and they stood pressed close. “Say something.” She said, her lips breaking away and whispering into his ear. “I love you!” he said “I love you, too.” “Was it, ,, ,, OK? Are you ,, ,, OK?” He offered. “Yes, .. .. yes, Gareth, I’m fine. It was very nice. What about you?” “Yes, .. me too.” They stood that way, their bodies snuggling and feeling the warmth of the embrace. “Glad to be home.” She muttered happily. “Glad to have you home.” He said eagerly. “Was it a good idea, do you think?” She leaned back in his arms, her mound pressed against him. She looked into his eyes and paused, a shy smile on her face. She nodded slowly, her eyes holding him gently. Gareth nodded in reply. They walked down the concourse, hands clasped, looking like newlyweds.