1 comments/ 110560 views/ 8 favorites Cocoa Beach By: Hcstuds I lived in Orlando but spent quite a bit of time in Cocoa Beach, so much so that I maintained an apartment there. I liked the name of the complex. It was called The Lovely Arms after a comic strip apartment complex in which Brenda Starr lived. I averaged spending a week a month there but sometimes the week would stretch into two or three weeks. The length of time was generally dictated by business but sometimes other interests kept me there. I had a successful consulting business in the field of Organizational Behavior. A lot of my work was with companies at the Kennedy Space Center. The bad boy supervisors and managers of the various companies made me a lot of money advising on how to handle sexual harassment and hostile environment in the workplace cases. My job was not to get the bad boys off but to insulate companies from their bad boy's behaviors. They would rather pay me exorbitant amounts of money rather than get a black mark on their record from NASA or the Air Force. Each consultation was basically the same. I would meet with senior company officials usually at NASA's headquarters building and go over the strategy of handling the case. Except for minor details to fit the particular case, the strategy is the same. My next step was to interview the people involved as well as friends of the accuser and accused, supporting casts, and possible witnesses. I would then make my report to the company and if the accusations had merit, I gave recommendations concerning disciplinary actions that should be taken against the culprit. Based on the manager's track record, the discipline could vary from a few days off without pay to termination of his or her employment. I often wondered how many times these companies were going to pay me to do this when their staff Human Resources people could do the same job. My argument was that an outside independent investigator would hold more weight and remove the suspicion of a cover up. On the way to my apartment, many afternoons I would stop at Bernard's Surf. The Surf was an upscale restaurant and lounge. Although I ate there at irregular intervals, most of my time there was spent drinking. I would stop by and have a drink before going home to bathe, change clothes, and come out for the evening. It was definitely not a pick-up bar, so most evenings I went home alone but once in a while, I did get lucky. Not many women sat alone at the bar. Most of those who did were waiting for their dates or husbands. Every woman I talked with there seemed to have class. I had made friends with a young couple who lived at the Lovely Arms. They were Jim and Linda Bartlett, originally from East Tennessee. He was in the Air Force and was stationed at Patrick, an Air Force Base just south of Cocoa Beach. He was a pleasant guy to talk with, about five feet eight and slender. I would guess him at about 145 pounds. She was about five feet six, had a well-rounded figure with a little extra padding, and was as cute as could be with her natural dark blond hair pulled back across her ears and held with a clip. She was by no means fat, she just had a little extra padding. I would guess them to be in their mid-twenties. When I got to the apartment that afternoon, they were sitting on their front porch. "Hi Jim, Linda," I said. "Have you had dinner yet?" "No we haven't," Jim answered. "We were just talking about what we were going to do about it and were wondering what your plans were. We want to do a little payback for the several times you've treated us." "I would love your company and will be glad for you to pay sometimes but tonight I have my mind set on eating at the Surf and it can be a bit pricey," I said trying to be as diplomatic as possible. "Why don't we let my company pay for dinner tonight?" They looked at each other and answered stereophonically, "Okay, sure." "Come on over to my place when you're ready," I said. "Remember you don't have to get all dressed up." They arrived earlier that I had expected and when I answered the door, I was barefooted and in the process of buttoning my shirt. "You must be hungry, good," I said. "I'll be ready in a minute." As soon I dressed, we left. We drove my car the few blocks to the Surf. It would have been a pleasant night to walk to the restaurant but it might have been a little far walking back after a few drinks. When we got there, we were told that we would have a twenty to thirty minute wait before we were seated. That wasn't a problem since we were shown to a booth in the lounge. Jim and Linda were not drinkers but would have a drink now and then. Tonight they both ordered Tom Collins. The cocktail waitress was Kathy, a petit redhead who was about thirty. She claimed to be Polish but I from talking with her that she was Hungarian. Even when I sat at the bar, we chatted and joked. She was quick with a joke and laughed easily at other's stories. She was very busy tonight and spent only the necessary time plus just enough more to make us feel special. We had just finished our drinks when we were summoned to the dining room. As we were being seated, Linda said, "I'm always amazed at the production they make of dinner here." "They do but it's good for business," I said. "Notice how many people are here?" During dinner, Jim and Linda were silent most of the time. It was not as if they were upset about anything but rather that they were preoccupied with something. They were so withdrawn that I wondered if they wanted to borrow money even though they never had asked before. I decided that if it was something that they wanted to share with me, they would in their own time. I spent my time cutting up with our waitress, Maggie, an English girl in her late twenties. She was kind of stiff but I thought that with the proper attention, she would loosen up. "How are you tonight, Sir?" I looked up to see Cindy, a fiftyish waitress with whom I had been out with a couple of times even though it was strictly against the rules for waitresses to fraternize with customers. On the first date, there were a lot of rules including "no sex." But on the second date, the rules were thrown out of the window and I spent the night at her house until her daughter was scheduled to come home from a slumber party. "Very good," I said. "And how are you?" "Very good," she said with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows. I was not neglecting my guests but any attempt at conversation with them was mostly one-sided. I did notice that each of them had three more drinks. That would not be a lot for me but it may have been a personal high for them. On the way home, Jim finally broke his silence and spoke. "When we get home, we would like to come up to your apartment for a while," he said. "We have something we would like to talk with you about." "Sure," I replied. "What is it?" "We don't have much time in the car," he said. "Let's talk at your place." Once inside my apartment, Jim began, "We know that you do consulting out on the Space Center and it has something to do with sex. Linda and I have a problem and would like it if you would consult with us. We don't have a lot of money but would be glad to pay you what we can." "First of all, I don't do private consulting," I said. "My field is behavioral psychology, mainly as it applies to companies. But my studies have covered almost every facet of behavior. If sometimes when we are sober, you would like to sit around and talk about any problem, I'll be glad to discuss it as a friend and help if I can." "I guess we had better get going for now," Jim said. "I have to be at work at six in the morning." We all arose and I put my arms around their shoulders as we walked to the door. "I'm lucky that I don't have a meeting until two in the afternoon," I said. "You kids hang in there. It's probably not as bad as you think it is." "I'm luckier than both of you," Linda said. "I don't have to go to work at all." We said our goodnights and separated for the night. The following morning I slept until about seven-thirty, showered, and made a pot of coffee. I put on a robe and took a cup of coffee out on the back stairs to get a little air. I found myself looking down on Jim and Linda's back stoop. She was lying in a lounge chair in a bikini. She was facing me and I liked what I saw. "Good morning, Linda," I said. "You look well relaxed." She opened her eyes and looked up at me with a smile. "Good morning," she said. "Would you have another cup of coffee for a neighbor?" "Sure, come on up." I said. This was the first time that Linda had been in my apartment alone and the only time I had seen her in a bikini. I wasn't sure that it was a good idea for us to be alone like this but I poured her a cup of coffee and we sat down at the kitchen table. I admired her breasts that filled her bra cups and appeared to be overflowing. My cock stirred and I became acutely aware that except for the robe, I was naked. "Do you mind if we talk a little about the problem we tried to discuss last night?" she asked. "Only if you feel comfortable talking about it without Jim," I replied. "Not only do I feel comfortable," she began. "But I would like for our conversations to be kept private between us." "Okay," I said. She began, "When Jim talks with you, he's going to blame our problems on my parents. He says that because they were strict and taught me that sex was a sin before marriage, that it has caused me to become frigid and not enjoy sex. They did teach me that but I want to enjoy sex and don't think that has anything to do with it now. Do you?" "I have no way of knowing anything yet," I replied. "What do you think keeps you from enjoying sex?" "I think that I need more time," she said. "But when I ask him to take more time, he says that once he gets started, he can't slow down." "Why don't you describe sex with Jim? I asked. "Last night was a good example," she said. "When we were undressing for bed, he told me that drinking made him horny. He took off my panties, pushed me down on the bed, and did it. When he finished, he went to sleep. I took a shower and douched. I felt dirty." "You felt dirty?" I asked "Yeah," she replied. "He was sweaty and put his stuff inside me. I just wanted to get it off and out of me." "Does he ever take time for foreplay?" I asked. "I don't really know what that means," she replied. Does he ever kiss you, kiss or fondle or kiss your breasts, or kiss any other part of you body?" I asked. "Most of the time when he comes home from work, he kisses me," she said. "It's not necessarily on the mouth. Sometimes it's on the cheek." "Would you show me how he kisses you?" I asked. She did not say anything but she got up and came around to my chair. She bent slightly and touched her lips to mine with a smacking sound. "Would you like to see what a real kiss is like?" I asked as I stood up and she followed. "Yes," she said timidly. I was quite a bit taller than Linda, so I had to lean down to place my partially open mouth on hers. I traced her lips with my tongue and then pressed my tongue against her mouth until it opened. I snaked my tongue into her mouth and our tongues were touching. It wasn't long until her tongue was in my mouth and we were passionately kissing. We kissed for several minutes before I backed off. Her breathing was ragged and she had a dreamy look in her eyes. "Can we do that some more?" she asked. "Are you sure you want to?" I asked. "This could lead to something we can't stop." "Just a little more," she said sounding like a child begging for a piece of candy. I sat in one of the chairs at the table and sat her on my lap. She tilted her head toward me and placed her open lips on mine. Once again we were kissing with our tongues dueling. I knew that she could feel my raging hard-on pressing against her heart-shaped ass. I continued kissing her but I raised the stakes by taking her left breast into my right hand and flicking her hard nipple with my thumb. She did not object. In fact, each time I flicked her nipple, she moaned into my mouth. Encouraged by the fire I was igniting in Linda, I released the clasp of the bra to her bikini and it dropped to the floor. I was rewarded with the sight of her breasts. If I had not already been turned on, this would have done it. Her breasts were of good size and round like grapefruit. Her areoli were a little larger than half-dollars with oh-so-kissable hard nipples standing out. Before I could think about it, I took the nipple of her left breast into my mouth and tortured it with my tongue and teeth. "Oh, oh, oh, oh God, oh God" Linda half-moaned half-mumbled as I moved from one breast to the other and back again. She was hot and her juices were flowing. The front of my thin robe was soaked with the juices flowing from her hot pussy. "Now you know what foreplay is," I said. "Do you like it?" "Oh I love it," she said as she stared into my eyes with a pleading look. "You're not going to leave me like this are you?" I realized that I had made a mistake by going this far but it would have been cruel to stop now. "No, I'm not going to leave you like this," I said. She suddenly became aware of the pussy nectar she was sitting in and stood up. She looked at the large wet spot on my tented robe. "I'm so sorry," she said apologetically. "I must have peed on you. I'm so sorry." "No you didn't," I reassured her. "You're turned on and your pussy is lubricating. It's getting ready for intercourse. Didn't he ever hurt you when he put his penis into you dry?" "No but he's only about that big," she said holding up her index finger. "He always said that I was real big down there. I've only done it with Jimmy and his is the only one I've ever seen. I thought it was normal until I sat on yours " "Come with me," I said as I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. At my urging, she climbed up on my bed. I removed her bikini bottoms and stood there admiring her body. She was beautiful. I dropped my robe and joined her on the bed. She let out an audible gasp when she saw my pulsing cock. I reclined on the bed beside her and slipped my left hand under her neck and placed my right hand on her stomach. Her body immediately covered with goose bumps. I rested my weight on my left elbow while my lips found their way to hers. She kissed me back so hard it almost hurt. I moved my mouth to her right breast and began toying with her nipple. I flattened my tongue and licked her puckered areola and across her rock hard tipple. I used my right hand to make little circles on her stomach then I lowered it into her lush blond pubic hair that perfectly matched the hair on her head. My forefinger found her pussy and began exploring. She was soaking wet. I had been in bed with quite a few women but I had never seen a woman that was as finely tuned and ready to fuck as Linda. I had made up my mind that it was not going to happen until I met with her husband but I would get her off with my hand to relieve the horniness that I had helped build. I slipped my forefinger into her pussy also and almost came when I felt her fingers encircle my cock. My thumb ventured upward to her clitoris and rubbed over it gently. The first touch of her large clit set off fireworks throughout her body. At first she trembled as if she was cold and guttural sounds were emitting from her throat. She was holding onto my cock for dear life, as her orgasm became stronger. Her body was literally bouncing on the bed as she reached her peak. She continued to cum while I continued finger-fucking her pussy and flicking her clit with my thumb. After a couple of minutes longer, I withheld my thumb but was enjoying the way her vaginal muscles were milking my finger. I couldn't help but think of how good it would feel on my rock hard cock. Her body was covered with a sheen and her hair was wet and matting around her face. I put both arms around her and held her tight. We were silent for about five minutes. I pulled a sheet over us to keep from getting a chill from the air conditioner. "That was a first," she said. "That was the first time I ever felt like that. No wonder people like sex so much. That was the most wonderful ... No, that's not good enough but I can't find the words to describe it." It was then that she realized that she was still holding my cock, which was still hard and starting to hurt. "Your thing is wonderful," she said as she was sliding the skin back and forth. "It's so big and straight. It's hard as a rock but feels like velvet. Would you put it into me? I want to feel it inside. You wouldn't have to do anything. Just put it in. Please." "I don't think that would be the wise thing to do," I tried to explain. "I'm supposed to be helping you and Jim work out your problems." Even while I was telling her why we shouldn't be doing what she was asking, she had turned toward me and lifted her left leg over me and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy. She hunched forward and the head of my cock popped into her love canal. That was all it took. I rolled her over onto her back and crawled between her legs. I pushed forward and I was slightly inside her. She was well lubricated but her pussy was as tight as a virgin. I eased in a little more and I felt it. She had been married for five years but was technically still a virgin. Her hymen was still in place. Jim must have really been small not to penetrate this far. I was so sexually aroused that I wanted to plough through her maidenhead and consummate her womanhood but whatever little conscience I had left kept me from doing it. We might fuck at some later time but it would have to be with her reflective permission, not in the heat of passion. She would have to know that I was taking her virginity. I could not steal it. "Is that as far as you can go?" she asked. "It feels so good." "It is as far as I can go today," I said. "We need to talk before we can do this." I reluctantly pulled out of her and rolled over onto my back. She knelt beside me and started playing with my cock, coated with her juices. "You're still hard," she said. "Is there anything that I can do?" I wanted to tell her to put my cock in her mouth but instead I said, "Just work it back and forth but be careful. I'm about to cum." It only took about a half dozen strokes before I began climaxing. Several ropes of cum spurted into the air. Linda had leaned toward to get a better look at my cock. The first squirt landed in her hair. As she jumped back, consequent spurts hit her face, breasts, and stomach. "That's a lot," she said as I pulled her to me and we rubbed our cum-drenched bodies together. We kissed passionately. I noticed that it was almost eleven and I had things to do before my meeting at two. We jumped up and went to the shower. Afterward, she dried and put on her bikini. "You said we needed to talk," she said as she prepared to go out the back door. "Tomorrow," I said. Just as I was tying my tie, there was a knock on my front door. I opened it to find Linda's husband, Jim. "This is a surprise," I said. "Today was kind of slow and I wanted to talk to you alone," he said. "I don't have a lot of time right now," I said. "I have a meeting at two and have to prepare for it. I can give you maybe twenty minutes." "That's fine, He said plunging straight ahead on what he thought was the problem. "Linda's parents were very religious were strict on her while she was growing up. They preached that sex is a sin and should only be engaged in when trying to make a baby. So as Linda grew up, she still had those thoughts in her mind and it's keeping her from enjoying having sex." "It's true that sometimes teachings from childhood can have an effect on us as an adult and cause us to behave in certain ways," I began. "But in Behavioral Psychology, we believe that those behaviors can be modified with certain techniques. In order to understand your and Linda's situation better, I'm going to ask you a couple of personal questions." Cocoa Beach "Okay," he replied. "Do you ever French kiss your wife using tongues, play and kiss her breasts, finger her, or kiss her pussy?" I asked and received a negative shake of the head to each. "Why would I want to do that?" he asked. "Jim, a woman is not as ready to fuck as a man," I stated. "They need a little warming up. The next time you and Linda are going to have sex, try the kissing and playing with her breasts. It can't hurt. I'm sorry that I have to run but it's business." We left the apartment and I went to work. Things went as I had expected and by five o'clock, I was drinking a beer at the Surf. Only a few people were in the lounge and I was sitting at the bar adjacent to where the waitresses placed their drink orders. Maggie placed an order. While she was waiting, she looked around the lounge. "Hi there," I said cheerily. "Hi yourself," she said. "I really liked waiting on you last night." "I enjoyed having you wait on me," I replied. "But I kept thinking how much nicer it would be if you were sitting at the table in a nice restaurant somewhere and someone was waiting on you." "That would be nice but I'm not supposed to do that," Before I could say anything else, Joseph, alias Joe the Bartender, returned with Maggie's order and she retreated to the dining room. "So, You're hitting on the waitresses now," a voice from behind me said. I turned to see Kathy. "Hi, beautiful," I replied. "Mind if I hit on you?" "Only if you want yes for an answer," she said. "I'd love a drink after work. I get off at eleven." As much as I would have liked to accept her offer, I wanted to save myself for the next morning if anything was going to happen with Linda. "Another night maybe?" I asked. "Sure, but don't call me baby," she laughed at her corny joke and went to serve a customer. I took out a business card and wrote on the back, "If you would like to have dinner with me, tell me your day off, the time to pick you up, and your address." When Maggie came back to the service bar, I placed it on her tray, business side up. She turned it over and read it then looked straight into my eyes. It was probably only seconds but it seemed like a very long time that neither of us blinked or made any type of expression. Finally she turned, picked up my card, and went into the bathroom. When she returned, she did not look at me. She picked up her full tray of drinks but before leaving the bar, she placed a napkin in front of me. I turned it over and read, "Monday, 7 PM 1415 S. Atlantic Ave. Apt. 625." She included her phone number. I paid my tab and went home. I fixed myself a sandwich and opened a beer. I tried to watch television but I could not find anything interesting even though I watched for quite a while. I listened to music and tried to read. After some time, I realized that I was only reading words and their meanings were escaping me. Noticing that it was after ten, I was about to return to the Surf and see if Kathy's offer was still good when I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door and without waiting to be invited, Jim barged in. "Okay Mr. Smartass," he began angrily. "I just came up here to tell you that you ruined my sex life forever with your high and mighty advice. Linda has always been big down there but when I kissed her and played with her tits, she got all wet and slick. I couldn't get any friction at all. It was like putting my dick into a warm glass of water." I started to say something but he cut me off. "From now on just keep your fucking advice to yourself," he yelled as he went out the door. I laughed at his unintentional pun of 'fucking advice' and decided to forget about going to see Kathy and go to bed instead. I did not lie in bed very long before I went to sleep but sleep did not bring rest. I was plagued with weird dreams and was awake several times. I was awakened at about six-thirty by a light tapping on my back door. I went to answer it wearing only my boxers. I opened the door and Linda was standing there barefooted, wearing a thin cotton housedress and from the appearance, nothing else. "I hope I didn't wake you," she began. "But I wanted to talk with you and you said you wanted to talk with me. Jim left for work about forty-five minutes ago and I waited as long as I could before I came up." "That's okay," I said as I turned to go to my bedroom. "Let me put some clothes on." "There's no need for you to dress for me," she said. "You're at home. Be comfortable. In fact, I'll join you." She lifted her dress over her head and let it fall to the floor. She slid her nude body into my bed. "You said you wanted to talk," I said. "Did you see Jim before you went to work yesterday?" she asked. "Yes," I replied. "I thought so," she said. "He came home early and was very nice to me. I knew something was up. When we went to bed last night he held me and kissed me. He put his tongue in my mouth and played with my breasts. It was the first time he had done that since we were dating. He was very clumsy but I got turned on remembering what you and I did yesterday. About two minutes later when he put it in me, he got all mad because I was wet. I was thinking that I might have got that feeling that I got yesterday if he had done it for a while but he quit. He said it didn't feel good to him." "That feeling is called an orgasm or a climax," I said wondering how she could have gone to high school and not know this. "You said that yesterday was the first time you ever had an orgasm?" "Yeah, that's right," she said. "Can we do it again with you inside me this time?" "We need to talk about that," I said. "You are technically still a virgin." "You mean I still have my cherry?" she asked. "Yes, you do," I replied. "How can that be?" she asked. "Jim has done it to me hundreds of times." "I guess he never got deep enough to penetrate your hymen, what you call your cherry," I said. "Well, that explains something," she said. "My mother told me when I got married that it would hurt the first time he did it but we had already done it and it never hurt. Will it hurt when you do it?" "If I do it, there will be a little pain but it doesn't last very long," I said. "You act like you don't want to do it," she said. "Is there something wrong with me? I thought men liked popping cherries. That's what I heard." "It's not like I don't want to have sex with you," I explained. "I do. But I want you to be sure that you want it to be me. As far as enjoying taking a woman's virginity, teenage boys probably think that it makes them a big man to do it " "I want you to do it for me because I think that it is only right for the first man to make me feel, that is, give me an orgasm to be the one that does it." No more words were necessary. I moved over and took her in my arms. When our lips met, she was ready to start tongue kissing. We kissed for several minutes while our hands roamed over each other's bodies. I moved down so that I could kiss and fondle her breasts. She began to moan when I took first one tipple and then the other into my mouth. I sucked on the hard pebbles at the tips of her breasts and circled them with my tongue. I raised my body so that one knee was between her legs. I pulled my knee up so that it was against her crotch. Her pussy was wet with her juices. I placed my other knee between her legs and began kissing down her body. I kissed and licked my way down across her slightly convex tummy. Each time I kissed her skin she would shudder. I bathed the inside of her thighs with my tongue. Between moans, she was able to get out the words, "What are you doing?" Instead of answering in words I attacked her pussy with my tongue. I licked from her asshole to her clit and back again. I knew that it would not take long for her to begin climaxing once I began tonguing her clit so I stayed away from it for awhile. I thought that this was her first time being eaten so I wanted to make it last. I tongued her sweet tasting pussy and licked that tender area between her pussy and asshole. Every so often, I would include her rosebud and go up to her clit. I sank two fingers into her tight pussy and directed my tongue's attention to her clitoris. She had a large clit and I sucked it into my mouth. Her body went wild and I snaked my left arm around her right hip and laid my hand flat against her stomach in order to hold on. The more I fingered her and licked her clit, the more she climaxed. When I thought that she was at the height of her orgasm, I moved up her body and slid my cock through the inside of her pussy to wet it with her copious juices. I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her tight pussy and paused briefly. They say a stiff dick has no conscience but I paused long enough to wonder if what I was doing was the right thing. Without getting an answer, I pushed forward. I had to pump a couple of times but when my cockhead met the resistance of her hymen, I didn't slow down until I was fully buried. I stopped momentarily to allow her to get used to me being inside her but within seconds, I felt her moving her velvet tunnel up and down my cock, hunching me. She continued climaxing and fucking me with short fast strokes. The feeling was marvelous. I watched my cock as it entered and emerged from her tight wet love tunnel. I liked the way the skin around her vagina hung on to my dick as it came out of her pussy. I could not hold back anymore. I joined her in our sexual pleasure. I pumped rope after rope of pearly white cum deep into her tight chamber. I lay atop her with my weight on my knees and elbows until her vaginal muscles pushed my flaccid cock out of her sweet pussy. I rolled over onto my left side and pulled her to me. I held her in my arms as we came down. The look on her face was exquisite. For a moment, I wondered if Jim would be able to tell that something had happened when he saw her expression. Of course, the look of satisfaction would be gone before he saw her. "I'm glad I know you," she said. "I can't believe that I am as old as I am and just now started having orgasms. That thing you did to me down there with your mouth. Does everybody do that?" "Not everybody but a lot of people do," I said. "It's just another way to please your sex partner." "Did you do it to me so that it wouldn't hurt when you put your thing in me?" she asked. "Not necessarily," I replied. "I did it because I thought you'd like it and I wanted you to be in the middle of an orgasm when I put my penis in you." "I did like it a lot," she said. "Will you do it again sometime?" "I guess so," I said. "If you want me to. "By the way the proper word for it is cunnilingus but most people call it eating pussy." "I do," she said. "And I want you to do it to me some more, also. I thought it would hurt more than it did. It just stung a little for a few seconds. The reason I started moving was I thought you were going to quit and I didn't want that." "I didn't want that either," I said. "Can a woman do that to a man?" she asked. "Not exactly the same but she can use her mouth to get him off," I said. In fact, I think that it would be a good thing for you to do to Jim." "Will you teach me how?" she asked. I was getting horny again talking about sex to this beautiful naked woman. I got up and washed myself and came back to the bedroom ready. "Oh goody," she exclaimed. "You're big again. Are you going to do it to me now?" "I thought that you wanted to learn how to give a blow job," I said. "I do, I do," she said excitedly. "Okay," I said. "Sit on the side of the bed and I'll stand here in front of you or if you will be more comfortable I'll lie down. Take your hand and wrap your fingers around the shaft of my penis and pull the skin back and forth. When you have the skin back, put your mouth on it and just act like my cock is a Popsicle. Lick it and suck it and when you get going, act like you mouth is a tight pussy. I'll tell you when I'm about to cum." She was following my instructions to the letter. It was hard to believe that mine was the first cock that she had sucked. She was a natural. She was sucking and licking and using her right hand to jack me. Watching my dick go in and out of her mouth got me ready to blow my load in short order. "Oh God Linda, you are so good at that," I half moaned. "It feels so good. I'm about to cum." Instead of taking her mouth away she started moving it faster and I started shooting cum into her mouth and down her throat. She was swallowing fast and only a tiny amount escaped out of the corner of her mouth. She kept sucking until I was completely through then she cleaned my cock with her mouth. I pulled her up and kissed her fully on her lips. She responded by French kissing me. There was a trace of my cum on her tongue but I felt so good that It didn't bother me at all. "Was I Okay?" she asked innocently. "You were much better than Okay," I said. "You were fantastic. If I didn't know it was your first time, I certainly wouldn't have known it by your performance.' "You think that I should do that with Jimmy," she asked. "I think that you and Jim are going through a crucial time in your marriage," I said. "He thinks that his sex life is over. If you want to continue with him, you have to let him know that it's not. The next time you're in bed together cuddle up to him and at your first chance, play with his cock. Even if he's negative, continue until you have him exposed. Remember that you are on a mission. Get into a position like you're looking at it and say something like you have always wondered what he tastes like. Before he has an opportunity to respond, take him into your mouth and stay with him until he cums. There are very few men who can stay mad during a blowjob. Be aware that he probably will not want to kiss you right away." "I'll try it," she said laughing at my smart remark. We spent the next couple of hours in sexual diversion. We had a good time playing with each other. We kissed and petted. I ate her pussy again and she played with my cock. Even though she was somewhat tender, she wanted intercourse again. I slid my cock into her in the missionary position and basically just held it there resting my weight on my elbows. She made little moves with her pelvis that felt marvelous. When she began her last orgasm of the day, the muscles in her vaginal walls milked my cock deliciously until I washed them with my remaining cum. We showered and she went down the back stairs to her apartment. It was not even noon and I was pussy-whipped. I took a nap and awoke about three in the afternoon. I glanced out the window and saw Jim heading for his apartment. I knew he was going to have a good time tonight. I hoped that he would appreciate what I had done for him. Of course, he could never know that I had anything to do with it. I was rather enjoying a lazy afternoon and was not in any hurry to do anything that would disturb it. I watched an old rerun on cable and was thinking about having a drink about sundown when the phone rang. It was Linda. "I took your advice and gave him a blowjob," she said excitedly. "When he came home, he said he was tired and was going to take a nap. I let him get undressed and lie on the bed before I went in to talk to him. At first he acted all mad but after I started playing with his thing he acted a little better. I got up on my knees next to him and acted like I was trying to get a better look. I wasn't jacking him very much because I didn't want him to cum before I got him in my mouth. I sucked and licked his little pecker until he shot his stuff in my mouth then I swallowed it. He didn't have much but he had more than he usually does. He jerked all over the place and made all kinds of noises. He told me how great it was and how much he loved me for doing it and went on and on." "Where is he now?" I asked. "He went over to the Merritt Island Mall to get some fishing stuff," she replied. "I'm all horny and he'll be gone about an hour and a half. Can I come up for a little while? I'd love for you to work your magic on me." "Not tonight," I began the lie. "I was just about to leave to meet some friends. It will have to be another time." "Okay, but don't make me wait too long," she said. I didn't want to leave that early but I did. I stopped at the Surf and had a beer at the bar. The beer had been served but I had yet to take my first sip. "Did you come by to see me?" asked Kathy. "I sure did and now that I'm here I'm going to look at you for a while," I said. "In that case, I may just look back," she said in a challenging flirtatious manner. "How about looking at each other over a drink later?" I asked. "I get off at eleven but it's a little slow tonight," she said. "Maybe I'll get off earlier." "If I stay here, I'll be smashed by eleven," I said. "Why don't I give you my cell number and you can give me a heads up?" I gave her my number and went to the Straw Hat Club to watch and maybe play a little pool. I was not a bad player but there were masters of the game that hung out at the Stray Hat. The Club had a pool room on the ground floor and a country music nightclub upstairs. I've seen guys play ten-game-freezeout for a thousand a game. It was not unusual to see a player run as many as eight or nine eight ball tables. I was not one of them. But I've noticed that wherever masters of the game congregate, wannabes who think they are better than they are also gather. They would not have much money but they were willing to lay it down to prove their ability. I was able to get control of the table a couple of times and hold it long enough to make a couple of bucks but I was glad to hear my cell ring around ten. It was Kathy telling me to meet in the parking lot at ten-thirty. I wanted to see Kathy but the real reason I wanted to leave was this one guy who was losing to everyone and getting more obnoxious with every loss. I was happy to get away from him. I had waited for Kathy for about five minutes when Kathy approached the car and got inside. "Where to?" I asked. "Do you have a favorite place?" ."I have to make a confession," she said. "I'm not as interested in the drink as I am the company. How about having a glass of wine at my place?" "Sounds good to me," I replied thinking that I liked the straight approach. "Okay, follow me," she said. She lived at the Sand Dollar Apartments on the beachside of South Atlantic Avenue. It was a triplex located so tenants could walk out their front doors and across the dunes to the beach. She poured two glasses of a rather pleasing blush and suggested that we sit outside overlooking the ocean. It was a mild night and the moon was just bright enough to see the whitecaps as waves washed ashore. "I sit out here and relax," she said. "The size of the ocean makes any problems I might have seem so small. I'm going to have a couple of sips of this wine and with your permission, I'll go get out of this uniform. Okay?" "I'll be right here," I said thinking that she had been smooth getting me out of the house while she changed clothes. She had been gone for quite awhile. I looked toward the house and through the window, I saw her on the phone. She was having an animated conversation. Soon she returned carrying with her the wine bottle to replenish our glasses. "Sometimes he makes me so mad," she said then as if realizing that I did not know whom she was talking about, she continued. "My husband, Joseph, works in Orlando and comes home on the weekends but now he tells me that he won't be able to make it this week or maybe the next." "Do you miss him a lot?" I asked. "Not in the way you might think," she said. "I owe him a lot. When my family escaped from Hungary, they had to pick one of the countries that would sponsor them and they chose Canada. I met Joseph in Canada while he was in the U.S. Air Force. We dated a few times and he asked me to marry him. I came to the states and began working toward citizenship. I owe him a lot. Cocoa Beach "You ask me if I miss him. Not really. I miss companionship and the camaraderie that two people who live together can have." We talked comfortably about a variety of subjects. We were getting to know each other's likes and dislikes. We grew silent and were equally comfortable there. She had leaned back and against me and I had placed his arm around her shoulders. We were no more or less two individuals sitting looking out at the vastness of the starlit sky covering the enormity of the Atlantic Ocean. When we started talking again, the subject was music. We agreed that both of us liked a wide variety of music types. "Come with me," she said. "Ill let you hear my one favorite piece of music." She took me into her apartment and we sat on the foot of her bed listening to Chopin's Concerto in E flat minor. The pianist was painstakingly executing and separating each note as the composer had written it. When the piece ended, I was surprised that it was almost four o'clock. "Look at the time," I said. "I'm keeping you up all night. I guess that I had better go. It wouldn't look too good for me to be slipping out of here after dawn." We arose and she went with me to into the living room. Just inside the front door, I took her into my arms and kissed her tenderly. "Thanks for not jumping to the conclusion that I invited you to my home to seduce you," she said looking up at me. "It's not that I'm frigid or anything but I really liked getting to know you a little tonight." I kissed her again and this time it was more passionate. My cock became turgid and I know that she felt it pressing against her stomach but she did not act as if she noticed it. As I was moving across the porch toward the small parking lot, she said, "You smell good." As I drove the few blocks to the Lovely Arms, I couldn't help but wonder what had happened at the Sand Dollar tonight. I did not know what it was but I liked it. It was like we had a touch of romance and that is something you don't see much of anymore. When I entered my apartment, I heard a noise out back. I opened the back door to investigate and saw a cat scurrying across the back lawn. I closed the door, took off my clothes, and went to bed. When I woke up, it was daylight and I realized that I was not alone. Not alone was an understatement. I was receiving an expert blowjob. Even though I was seconds away from peaceful slumber, I was in the throes of an impending orgasm. My balls were tight and the head of my cock was full-blown and pulsing. I look down and saw Linda working her mouth and hands up and down my cock. She was nude and her breasts were bouncing with every stroke. I reached out with my right hand and cupped her left breast. I felt her rock hard nipple in my palm and then her moans reverberate through my cock. That's all it took to push me over the edge. I filled her mouth and throat with my thick man-cream. After she cleaned my cock, she crawled up and placed her body next to mine, laying her head on my shoulder. "Good morning, Sweet Neighbor," she said in my ear. "Your back door was open so I thought I would come in and play. I can't stay even though I would like to but Jim will be back and we have an appointment with the doctor. See 'ya later." She gave me a wet kiss on my ear and grabbed her clothes. As she was dressing, I knew I had to say something. "I don't want you to take this wrong," I said. "I loved what you just did for me and want to do that and many more things together. I know that sexually, we are a good match but I don't think that you should feel free to just walk into my bedroom. What if I was in here with someone?" "You have someone else?" she asked as if she was hurt. "I'm single," I said. "You are married to Jim. You sleep with and have sex with him and that's as it should be. You asked me to teach you about sex and I have to tell you that you are a super student. You are as good a woman in bed as I've ever been with. I enjoy you. I will continue seeing other women but you should know that whatever I do with them does in no way take away from what you and I share." "I guess that I hadn't thought about it that way and I know that we need to talk about it more but now I have to go." I opened my arms to her and she jumped up into my arms and wrapped her arms around my neck. She also wrapped her legs around my waist humping her covered pussy against my flaccid cock making it start to inflate. "I really like fucking you and don't want anything to make it stop," she said putting her feet on the floor and leaning over to kiss the head of my cock, bringing it to full attention. "I've really got to go because I can't explain this to Jim." She ran out the back door and down the stairs and I was standing there with a hard on. I tried to ignore it but it wouldn't go away. After awhile, I went into the bathroom and masturbated into the sink. After calming down and having some breakfast, I was working on a case that would be coming to fruition in a couple of months. I was looking for one of the folders and went down to the car to see if it was there. While doing so, Jim and Linda drove in. "So how are you kids doing," I asked as friendly as I could considering the his wife had given me a blowjob earlier and the last time Jim and I spoke, he was yelling at me about ruining his sex life. "Good Morning," he said warmly as he extended his hand to shake mine. "I've wanted to apologize for yelling at you the other night. I want to thank you for your help. I can't tell you exactly what I mean but things change and sometimes for the better. Anyway thanks." I couldn't help but think that here is a man who really enjoys his blowjobs. As they walked away, Linda looked back with a big smile and winked. She mouthed something that I did not really make out but seemed as if it may have been, "I'll see you later." I did not find the folder I was looking for and went back into my place. I called the number Maggie had given and she answered. I identified myself and asked, "Are we still on for Monday?" "Why do you ask?" was her reply. "Change your mind?" "No, I just haven't had an opportunity to talk with you," I answered. "I was thinking that it was so long until Monday, a whole weekend." "Would you like to come for lunch today?" she asked. "I don't go in until four." I agreed and we set a time about an hour away. I cleaned up a bit and as I was going out to my car, Jim was going to his. "Hey there," he said cheerily. "I didn't want to say anything in front of Linda but what happened is that when she was trying to make up with me she started playing with me, you know, jacking me off. I was lying on the bed and she was kneeling over me and all of a sudden she took me into her mouth. It was great. I told her how much I liked it and she does it any time that I want it." "What do you do for her in return?" I asked. "What do you mean?" he asked with a quizzical look on his face. "What could I do?" "Why don't you do the same for her?" I asked. "You just put a couple of fingers in her pussy and lick her clit. That's the little nubbin above her pussy." "Ugh, that sounds gross but I'll think about it," he said as he got into his car. Maggie lived on the sixth floor of the Beach Club Condominiums. She greeted me at the door with a little smack of a kiss and led me to a screened in alcove overlooking the ocean. "Before you jump to any conclusions," she said with a laugh in her delightful British accent. "I got this apartment and its maintenance as a part of my divorce agreement. Waiting tables doesn't pay quite this well." Lunch consisted of a garden salad followed by a delicious cream of broccoli soup served with finger sandwiches. Our conversation through lunch was pleasant and punctuated with laughter. I had not thought of Maggie as having a great sense of humor but she was blessed with the British dry wit that I found so amusing. The view from the window looked over the beach and out over the sunlit ocean. I found myself totally relaxed. After lunch, she gave me a tour of her condo that ended in her bedroom. The room was large. I would guess it as about twenty by twenty-four. It was definitely a woman's room but not overworked or frilly. The crowning jewel was a huge bed, larger than a king. "This is my bedroom," she said. "I noticed that you were looking at the size of the bed. I had it specially made for this room. When I was a child in England, I had to sleep in a bed with my two sisters and vowed that when I grew up that I would have the largest bed that I could find." "You made good on that vow," I said. "Did you make any others?" "I've been the only occupant of this bed since my divorce," she said ignoring my question. "I've had offers but none that I've been interested in accepting. I've thought about you and am offering you the option of sharing my bed on a part-time basis. I want you to know that I am not looking for love and certainly not any commitment on your part. I would like you to know that I would like you to share my bed on as many Mondays as you would like." I didn't know what to say so I said nothing. I went to her and took her into my arms. I was about to kiss her when she held me off and looked into my eyes. I looked back. It was very much like what happened at the Surf when I was asking her out. Finally she pressed her lips to mine and we were kissing. Our lips parted and our tongues intertwined. When it appeared that we were seriously kissing, I allowed my hands to roam over her back and across her slightly rounded butt. I pulled her close to my rock hard cock and she moaned into my mouth. She was wearing a blouse that zipped up the back. She offered no resistance when I began opening it. The blouse fell to the floor and as I had suspected, she was not wearing a bra. I leaned from my standing position far enough to suck the nipple of her right breast into my mouth. She had full breasts but they didn't stick out far from her chest. The nipples became hard as I tortured them with my lips, teeth, and tongue. I unzipped her shorts and let them fall and pulled her panties across her nice ass letting them follow her shorts to the carpet. I cupped her mons de Venus with my hand and felt her moisture as I slipped my forefinger into her tiny pussy. I led her to the side of the bed and pulled back the covers. She crawled up on the bed and I lost my clothes in record time. I joined her on the bed and we lay side-by-side. Her right hand wrapped around my penis and she kissed me passionately. After a while she spoke. "I may have made a mistake," she said. "I don't know if you can get your penis inside me." "What do you mean?" I asked. "You're a lot bigger than my ex-husband and sometimes we had a hard time having sex. He was too big for me." "Let's don't give up before we try," I suggested as I slipped a finger into her increasingly wet pussy. "There are things we can do in the unlikely event that I can't penetrate. Let me assure you that if at any time you are uncomfortable and want me to slow down, pause, or quit, all you have to do is tell me and I will immediately." She seemed reassured and I turned her onto her back and knelt between her knees. I knew that I had to go slow and that I was limited in the amount of time we had since she had to go to work at four and it was almost two then. I leaned forward and worked on one breast and then the other. I would lick around the areola and nipple and then suck the nipple into my mouth where I would flick it with my tongue and nip it with my teeth. She opened her legs wide to accept me and my cock was lying inside her open vagina lips. I slowly moved it back and forth bathing it in her secretions, which were flowing generously. Before leaving her breasts, I tongued each in its entirety and sucked each nipple hard. I tongued my way south stopping at her belly button to bathe it with my tongue. I moved down so that I was looking at her tiny love hole. I licked her crack from her asshole to her clit. When I licked across her clit, I heard a sharp intake of breath. I looked up at her and saw that she had her eyes clamped closed and while her mouth was partially open her teeth appeared locked together. I wondered if the man who let her go appreciated her beauty and sexuality. I placed the index finger of my right hand at the entrance to her pussy and slowly worked it inside. For the first time, I was not optimistic about my chances of fucking her. Her vaginal muscles squeezed my finger. I was encouraged by the fact that when she began climaxing, she loosened up a little, enough so that I slid my forefinger inside her also. I pushed my fingers as far inside her as they would go and continued licking her clit with the flat of my tongue. I could see her stomach undulating as if waves of passion were flowing through her. Her head was going from side to side and unintelligible sounds were being emitted from her throat. I continued my ministrations until I felt her pussy relax. Before she knew what was happening, I moved up over her and inserted my cock into her love tunnel. I was about three-quarters of the way in when her pussy clamped around my cock like a vise. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked as if I was all the way in. "You just had to be ready to receive me. We'll wait a few minutes until you get used to me being inside." "You feel great," she said as I felt her relax. I waited a minute or so before I slowly began moving in and out of her, going a little deeper each time. She was extremely tight mostly because of her body size but partially because she had not been a sexual participant in several years. It was not long before she began moving her pelvis, timidly meeting my gentle thrusts. "That's it Maggie," I whispered into her ear. "Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me with that tiny, sweet pussy." The speed and length of our strokes increased as we neared sexual bliss. Our orgasms hit us at about the same time and it was as if we were enveloped in a cocoon of rapture and satisfaction. As we came down, I rolled onto my left side taking her with me. We cuddled until she had to get ready for work. I loved the feeling of her small tight ass in my hand. We showered together and she walked me to the door. Just before leaving, I turned and we kissed. "I made a good choice, a very good choice," she said. "See you at work tonight?" I nodded in the affirmative and began moving down the hallway. I would have said walking but I don't remember my feet touching the floor. I drove to the Lovely Arms and went inside. Linda must have been watching for me because as soon as I went inside, the phone rang. "I missed you today," she whispered into the phone. "I can't come up because Jimmy is here. He's on the back porch reading a magazine." "It's just as well," I said. "I'm getting ready to take a nap." "If I was up there, I'd suck your gorgeous cock until you went to sleep," she said. Honey, if you were sucking my cock, I wouldn't be going to sleep," I said then she laughed and hung up. I thought about my afternoon until I was in the sweet arms of Morpheus, dreaming the serene dreams of the well laid. I slept until almost seven. I dressed, got a bite to eat, and headed to the Surf. I was finishing my second beer before I saw Maggie. I was sitting at the bar next to the service area and Maggie came in and placed an order. As Joe the bartender was preparing the drink order, she leaned toward me and whispered into my ear. "I keep getting aftershocks every time I think about this afternoon," she said. "The other wait staff keep asking me what's wrong with me tonight. Oh God, here it comes again." Her eyes seemed to glaze over but ended as quickly as it began. I leaned toward her and said, "You just gave me a huge hard on" "Okay, you two cut it out," said Kathy as she came up behind me. "Maggie, you have to leave him alone. Didn't you know that he's my boyfriend." "You can have him," Maggie retorted. "I don't date customers." "Neither do I," said Kathy. "Ease up. I was only kidding." "Right," said Maggie sarcastically as she left with her tray of drinks. Kathy looked around to make sure no one was listening and said, "I was just kidding but would you like to come over tonight about eleven-thirty?" "Sure," was my one word answer. I nodded to Joseph and he brought me my tab. I paid it and was finishing my beer when Maggie returned. Without looking in my direction she said, "How do you like my acting ability? I can't wait until Monday. Come early, maybe breakfast." "Good night Maggie," I said as I patted her shoulder. I went home and relaxed until about eleven-fifteen. I arrived at Kathy's apartment at eleven-thirty. Kathy let me in and offered me a glass of wine that I accepted. She suggested that we sit in the living room because it was more comfortable. We talked about a variety of subjects such as her work, people she worked with at the Surf, and other people she knew. The conversation finally got around to her marriage and from there to her sex life in general. A lot was said but two main points made an impression on me. Her husband had never been one to enjoy a lot of sex. He did have sex with her but not often and not to satisfy her. He sought only his own satisfaction but she would climax from time to time. The second point is that she had sex with a couple of men other than her husband and one woman but she was blameless because she did not do anything, they did. I thought about last night and the fact that she did not give me one clue that she was ready to play. Even our good night kisses were generated and executed by me. I wondered if this conversation was an attempt to let me know that it was okay to make a move. I put my left arm over her shoulders and pulled her toward me. I placed my partially open lips on hers and pushed my tongue against her lips until she parted them and let my tongue enter her mouth. I tongue dueled with her and let my right hand caress her left breast through her blouse. Meeting no resistance I moved my hand beneath her blouse and massaged her nipple through her silky thin bra. I pulled her pullover blouse up and over her head and unsnapped her front-clasp bra freeing her gorgeous breasts. She was a petite woman but her breasts were a little on the large side for her size. She was not top heavy but her breasts stood out from her body with nipples that turned up and begged to be sucked. I took her left nipple into my mouth and licked it to erection before moving to the right breast. I took turns licking, sucking, and nipping her nipples as I slipped my hand under the hem of her skirt and slid my palm along her inner thigh. I could tell by her ragged breathing that she was getting into what I was doing. As I went farther up her thigh, I pushed her legs apart and placed my palm over her mound. I played with her pussy through her panties. I moved to the floor so that I was knelling between Kathy's knees. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and tugged gently. She unsnapped her skirt and let it fall. She raised her butt off the couch so that I could slide her panties down her legs and off her feet. Her trimmed pussy was in front of me. I reached out and stuck my index and forefinger into her love canal. She was tight but it was not a struggle to move my fingers in and out of her pussy. I leaned forward to take her clit into my mouth. I gently sucked on it as I lightly licked it. She was not in orgasm but I could feel her body react each time my tongue passed over her nubbin. I released her pussy from my lips and flattened my tongue so that I could stay in contact with her clit as I picked up speed and pressure in finger fucking her pussy. She seemed to reach a crescendo and then the tide would ebb only to let another wave wash over her. I let her enjoy this for a few minutes or until I was driven to join her. I raised my body to a position where the head of my rock hard cock was at the entrance of her velvet tunnel. I pushed forward and was enveloped by her slick warmth. A couple of strokes later, I was fully buried in her pussy.