6 comments/ 192667 views/ 4 favorites Y2K-Y Ch. 01 By: Jakey One thing that just about all of us has in common is our need to work to make a living. And when you think about it, we spend almost as much quality waking time with our coworkers as we do our friends and family, especially during the week. I guess that’s why the quality of the work environment is so important these days to each of us. But there is one thing you can rely on, no matter where you work or have worked, be you man or woman, old or young: you have, on at least one occasion, either thought about or have had sex with one of your coworkers. If you haven’t, check your pulse. I’m a programmer, so I spend a lot of time at work. I work odd hours, I come in late, and I stay late. The work is challenging, and the people are good to me, so I don’t mind it at all. Add to that a liberal expense policy (which was very liberal during the Y2K craze), and you pretty much have the makings of an ideal situation. It’s not uncommon for any of us to turn in a couple late meals for the week on expense, so on any given day you might find a few of us there at 11:30 at night just coding (typing) away. During the summer of 1999, which was pretty much the peak of the Y2K crunch for us, we had no choice but to bring in some reinforcements. We had several programs that were used all the time that absolutely had to be upgraded, and time was running out. As a group we interviewed about 15 people and selected 1, Corinne, a woman in her late 40’s. She was about 5’2” tall, with short, steel-gray hair and blue eyes. She was strikingly attractive. In fact, she seemed to be way too good looking to be in the computer industry, which is (let’s face it) chock full of not-so-hot-looking people. Corinne was a skilled web programmer, and she worked with me to upgrade some of our older programs to work on the web. It was a fun project, but was very time consuming and required serious dedication on both our parts. She was a very strong willed person, somewhat dominant actually, and I gave her a wide berth. Over the course of a few months we became good friends and would regularly eat out after work (on the company dime of course) before going home. It was a very hot July evening when Corinne and I had been working for about 11 hours straight and we decided to get dinner. Normally we would go our separate ways home afterwards, but this night we thought we should really go back after dinner to work on a popular program that lots of people were using. We frequented a little restaurant up the street that was within walking distance. It was sort of dark, but the food was excellent and it was nice and close to the office. “Let’s go, Jakey”, she said. I didn’t notice it so much when we first interviewed her, but her voice had a sweet resonance that seemed to hang in the air like ribbons in the breeze. It had the kind of pitch that sent chills up your spine when you heard her in the next room. There was just something about that voice that I will never forget. I think it was her dominant personality being dominated in turn by her submissive sounding voice. It had a confidence that was finished with smooth coolness. “OK, let me get my wallet”, I replied. We locked up and began to walk up the street. It was 7:45 when we left for the restaurant and the sun was still shining brightly and it was very warm outside. She was wearing a smart light blue suit and gray stockings. Her legs were very shapely and I noticed early on that she liked to show them off. As I recall it was a rarity to see her in something cut below the knee and she never wore slacks. It was hard at times not to look at her like an object, but like I said, at one time or another… For various, good, and responsible reasons, we never drank alcohol during dinner. Neither of us was a teetotaler, but we just never drank since we usually were driving home immediately afterward. Today was different, though, since we were going to walk back to work after dinner. She broke the ice by ordering a Stoli’s on the rocks and I got an Absolut and 7-up. Vodka, good vodka, is truth serum, incidentally. Corinne and I discussed some of the details of what we were working on, some chitchat about the home life in general, and then the conversation became much more interesting. After dinner and a few more rounds, the conversation went straight into the gutter. Yeah, right, that never happened to you. “So, tell me, Jakey. You’re an attractive guy. You have a nice strong bod”, she laughed and said as she reached across the table and gave my right bicep a firm squeeze. “Why aren’t you hooked up by now?” “I’ve been hooked, de-hooked, been the hook-ee, the hook-er, the hook-less. I think I’ve had about enough of the hooking scene.” Just as I said that, the waitress came by and looked at me. Her eyes got as big as dinner plates and she walked away without saying a word. Corinne and I burst out laughing at the same time. “I guess that didn’t sound the way I wanted it to!” I said. “You could hook if you had to”, she said. “You have nice buns. And your blue eyes are gorgeous.” “Not as gorgeous as yours, and your ass is..”, I caught my slightly drunken self in mid sentence. These days you have to be so careful with these things with coworkers. “What about it, Jakey? I’m not going to TURN YOU IN!!!”, she laughed. “You’re an attractive woman, Corinne. I mean, I think you’re really, really attractive. In fact, I have wondered on more than one occasion why you are here. You could be like a model or something and you’re a programmer. That is so hot.” “Hot? You think programming is hot?” “I think women that can think are hot. It’s icing on the cake that you have an incredible body and a beautiful face.” “Whoa, shy little Jakey saying nice things. I thought you never noticed me that way.” “You’d be surprised what I notice.” We both laughed at that, and chatted for a while longer. “Let’s get our check, Jakey.” I paid the bill and we left. As we walked back to the office we noticed that after the sun had set the air cooled off a little. The summer evening was still and calm, and the warm, humid air embraced us like and old friend as we exited the restaurant and walked back to the office. “Jakey, I know this is probably a big no-no, but from the time I saw you I thought you were so cute. You probably think I’m just some old woman but after I’ve come to know you better I think you are a really nice person. I just want you to know that.” She reached to touch my hand and squeezed it firmly. “Corinne, I think you are an incredible person”, I said as we continued to hold hands and walk together. “You are attractive and intelligent, and I know you are standoffish sometimes but I think you do that because you fear people won’t respect you and your work. But I understand that you have to be tough sometimes since you’re a woman. I know we’re coming up on the end of our projects, and I guess I just want you to know that, too. I like you, Corinne. I bent over and kissed her right cheek.” We held hands as we walked back to the office building, which has an outdoor deck that wraps around two corners of our building and overlooks a wide, slow-moving river. The view is incredible, especially at night. The city skyline reflects off the river to give it a mysterious, sultry shimmer. I so love that relaxing view of the river at night that I often go out on the deck in the evening and sit for a few minutes while I’m working to let my mind wander. It releases tension and it often gives me new ideas. I was standing on the deck when she moved toward me. We knew that in the next 3 seconds things were going to change one way or another. That is such an incredible feeling. We’ve all been there. That erotic anticipation, fear of refusal, exhilaration of acceptance smothers the mind. It defines who you are for a few seconds. That feeling could be bottled and sold. As we turned toward each other, I could smell her perfume. She smelled like silken roses. I could taste it in my mind, as I had so many times before. In the months prior when we would be working together, she’d lean over me, and that scent would infect me. It was some high-priced perfume, to be sure. It was one of those aromas that confused your sense of scent with taste, being with doing. I loved its sweet aroma coupled with her delicate perspiration lingering in the evening air. My eyes were closed and I put my left hand on her shoulder. As her eyes closed her neck arched and her face approached mine. I first felt her exhale on my face, and then it was all over. I dragged my right index finger below her right ear to the base of her neck. When her lips met mine, I could feel a relaxed, confident desire in her kiss. This was a woman that knew what she wanted. She had been here before. No man, no matter how sexy, charming, witty, or intelligent was going to intimidate her. I loved that about her. Her lips were wet and supple, firm and warm. As I bent to kiss her she gently wrapped her hand around the back of my head and pulled me to her. She moaned every time our lips met. A soft moan on contact, slightly louder moans escaped her as our lips met more vigorously. I caressed her face and put my hands through her soft, dark gray hair. Her scent was intoxicating and her beauty was simply beyond words. All those nights masturbating while thinking about what she would be like. All those nights masturbating thinking what it would be like to kiss her. All those nights masturbating thinking what it would be like to… “Corinne, you are a wonderful kisser,” I murmured. Quietly, so solemnly, she said, “Jakey, you can kiss me any time.” We held hands and walked into the building. It was 11:15 and we were totally alone. “Corinne”, I laughed, “I am not ready to work right now. Let’s do something to sober up.” “What did you have in mind, Jakey?” she asked playfully. “Follow me.” I took her by the hand and led her to one of our conference rooms which has a very large table with a glass top. I adjusted the lights so that the room was dimly lit. I approached her again and helped her out of her suit coat. She pulled her white silk blouse out of her skirt and began to unbutton it. She turned her back to me to unzip her skirt. It fell to the floor and she turned to look back at me. I massaged her shoulders for a few minutes and eventually unclasped her bra. She moved out of it and it fell away revealing her stunning breasts. They were not exceptionally large, but they were firm and tipped with the tiniest pink nipples I’d seen. The tip of each nipple stood out in protest of the air conditioning and in favor of her sexual desire. In one move I picked her up and placed her on the table and engulfed her chest with my lips. I sucked on her exposed nipples, pert and firm. I could feel the flesh tighten and harden as I gave them heat, moisture, friction, and attention. Corinne was quick to notice my ministrations and attentiveness. Corinne whispered, “Jakey, you make me feel like a teenage girl. My tummy is tingling. What am I going to do with you?” she queried in obvious rhetoric. “And you, my dear, are making me feel like I am doing something right. Maybe I’ll look into hooking after all.” We laughed and embraced each other warmly. I was holding in my arms a beautiful woman that was probably never appreciated like she deserved to be, probably never revered as the model of perfection that she was. How shameful it is (and I didn’t want to know the details because they would sicken me) that a woman like Corinne never found a man like me. The reality was that we were 20 years apart. We were Van Morrison and Depeche Mode apart. We were not going to end up together. But the brilliant reality was that we were adults that could share something. We could share lust, sex, touching, kissing, and warmth. We could share longing and thinking, thoughts and desires. The mind was our playground, and we opted for a few hours on the merry-go-round. Every man comes to a point in his life where he either decides to worship or rule women. Strangely enough, this can happen at age 10, 24, or 43. The men of discerning character and discriminating taste realise that there is only one true and correct choice: women should and deserve to rule our lives for the most part. Not in some bullish leather whip manner, but in a way that they feel in control of important decisions. Men are generally stupid, selfish, and unmindful of the consequences of actions. Women are cautious, intelligent, and perceptive. All things considered, men are the weaker sex. And I characteristically weakened as she undressed further. I unbuttoned and removed my shirt and laid Corinne back on the table. I kissed her taut abs and encouraged her to raise her hips from the table. She knew what I wanted and obliged me, gently pulling down her lace panties. She placed her feet on the table on either side of my head and raised her bottom from the table. Her action revealed a fluffy cloud of gray strands protecting her delicate labia. Her gray hairs were mostly straight due to their short length, but were soft to the touch. I later learned that her labia majora were much darker than the pink inner lips. Her outer lips were very tiny and her opening appeared to be equally small. It was obvious from her scent that she was totally aroused, and her clitoris, although very tiny, was erect. A small amount of fluid oozed from her and made a shiny trial down her ass cheeks to her light brown anus. I had an excellent opportunity to inspect her in this position. As I squeezed her legs each of my thumbs wrapped around her legs to the inside and I gently separated her pussy lips. She had a full compliment of natural hair that ended at the crease of her legs and a few inches above her clit. As I bent toward her I looked her straight in the eye. She was, for the first time since I had met her, submissive. She tentatively waited and yearned for my next move. I licked my lips to ensure they would deftly move over her. I wanted nothing left to chance for this, possibly my only opportunity to perform oral on such an absolutely beautiful creature. Her vagina, which was lain bare, begged for attention. She lay back, totally ready to accept me, my tongue, my intrusion. Her scent was getting stronger by the minute, sweet and slick, pungent. I kissed her ankles, and worked my way upward. I ever so gently lifted her legs from the table to rest her calves on my shoulders. I dragged my tongue across her right thigh and my nose tickled with her gray hairs as my tongue met the bottom of her vagina. Her wispy gray hairs were tipped with sweat and vaginal lubricants. The aroma was amazing. Her gray haired pussy began to flush and slowly crane open as her heart rate increased making her sex organs flush with anticipation. Her pubic hair was wispy and thin, gorgeous, older, and wiser. She knew what she wanted. She wanted me. And by the scent that now filled the air, it was clear that I was in the crosshairs of her most basic, animal desire. As her vagina lubed itself time and time again and her body thrust toward my face, I licked relentlessly at her barren vagina. I loved licking her specifically because of the firmness of her labia. I put pressure on either side of her cunt and pulled back her lips to reveal her clit. I didn’t overstimulate it. I carefully timed licking into the center of her pussy with an occasional lick and suck of her clitoris. Her juices were flowing like a river and she tasted sweet. I increased the tempo of my licking and began to gently nibble on her clit. Time after time I dragged my tongue through her silvery tufts, lapping up any of her juices that tried to escape me. I licked her so vigorously that she orgasmed in my mouth, her fluid sticky and thick, and I gulped down as much as I could. “Jakey, please, oh, my, oh, my, OH, MY!!!!! Lick me!!! Lick me!!!!!” She was in another world while she came and I licked her clean. Her quivering body arched from the table as I held her ass cheeks in my hands. I used my position to increase the pressure on her clit off and on while her orgasm subsided. She was in heaven. Now it was my turn. Before her body was fully done coming, I unbuckled my pants and dropped them to the floor. She bent her head and looked at my cock as I pointed it toward her slippery opening. I gently placed the head into her pussy. She was so tight that it took a few seconds and a few slow gestures for her to get situated. But she was so wet and I was so eager that less than a minute later I was cramming the entire length into her tiny tight opening. She gasped but loved the sensation. It was incredibly erotic looking down and seeing my thick cock buried to the hilt in a gray haired pussy. I had often fantasized about having sex with an older woman, but this more than I could have hoped for. I began to move into her and out of her in a primal rhythm. “Oh, my Corinne, this feels so good. You are such a tight little girl.” “Jakey, fuck me. Fuck me so nice, oh, my, fuck me. Fuck me so nice”, she whispered in a trancelike state. We were infatuated with each other. It felt incredible. She was clamping her pussy on me with every thrust. The sensations were amazing. After several minutes of changing positions I began to approach orgasm. I could feel my rod thickening in her tight gray haired opening. She could feel it, also, as she looked at me right before I came. “Come inside me, Jakey. It’s going to feel so fucking good!!” And with that, I delivered several ounces of thick jism into her tight box. I collapsed on top of her and we both fell asleep right on the table. About an hour later we woke up. “Corinne, why don’t you stay at my house tonight. You live so far away and you must be exhausted.” She knew what I was up to and didn’t even bother with the polite rhetorical “You really think I should” banter. We were out the door in few minutes and pulled up at my house soon after. We were barely in the door before we were totally naked. She had a fire in her eyes that burned with an intensity that I had never seen. I had never been so desired by a woman. In a matter of minutes we were in my bed. I wanted to lick her again and she decided that she was going to take on my cock mouth wise so we ended up in a nice comfortable sideways 69. Her thigh draped over my left shoulder, which forced her tiny hole to open nicely and exposed her clit at the same time. It was incredible watching her take down the whole length since I have never been deep throated. I’m a little bigger than average in length and thickness so I don’t get to enjoy that sort of pleasure very often. She was a natural and loved giving me head. As she bobbed in the distance I focused on thoroughly stimulating her silver snatch. After several minutes of sucking each other I turned her over onto her tummy and lifted her midsection from the bed. I entered her doggy style, which allowed my cock to delve deeper into her tiny body. “Oh, man that is so deep!! It feels so good, but don’t go too hard. Oh, yeah it’s so deep I love it!” she moaned as I plowed into her. I pulled on her ass cheeks as I fucked her from behind to get a good look at her pucker. With my left hand I pushed her cheek to the side and wet the tip of my right index finger. I played with her anus, giving her about a knuckle of it. She looked back at me then squirmed harder to get more of my finger inside her. Without missing a beat I continued to drive into her and reached over to get some KY jelly. As I unclicked the tube she moaned in anticipation and pushed her bottom to engulf more of my finger. In a quick move I removed my finger and upended the tube, allowing a generous dollop of lubricant to land right on her asshole. Her back arched down as she felt the cold KY make contact with her body. I worked it around the opening and took another blob and smeared up my thick cock. Y2K-Y Ch. 01 Slowly I pulled my cock from her pussy and planted the head at her tight puckered opening. She looked back with a cool smile. “Be gentle with me, Jakey. I am going to love you up my ass, but be gentle. You’re a big boy.” With that, I let her push her ass against me enough to watch my thick head disappear into her smooth tube. She gasped as it entered her, lowering her head to concentrate on getting me totally inside her. As she relaxed she moved against me, withdrew, then swallowed more of my cock into her ass with each cycle. She eventually became accustomed to my width and length and I began to ass fuck her in earnest, being firm but gentle. I gripped each cheek and pulled them apart to reveal her tight anus being invaded. I loved to watch the skin around her asshole stretch outward as I moved out of her. When I pushed it back in, the lines around her anus returned, like the angry furrowed brow of a school marm scolding me for such a naughty act. The sensation was amazing because of her absolutely tight hole. I re-lubed my cock several times because her ass gripped me so tightly we both would have otherwise been raw after only a minute or so. I took my time and fucked her ass the right way, slow and deliberate. I looked down to see her gray hairs ticking my scrotum with each thrust. We changed positions several times, experiencing totally new sensations with every angle. I put her on her side, which was particularly satisfying because it was so relaxing. I gently kissed her neck and massaged her shoulders while we continued our taboo activities. I got on my back and she mounted me and controlled the tempo. The excitement was so intense that having an orgasm was forbidden by my mind. Ending this was out of the question. After about 20 minutes she lay down on her tummy and lifted her bottom high. Once again, I pushed into her ring, which was now comfortably stretched. I could feel her fingers on my balls, touching them gently with each thrust. She was stimulating her clit while I fucked her in the ass, feeling my scrotum at the same time. Just the thought of it almost made me come, but I was determined to watch her release before I would. “Oh, God, I am going to come so hard. You can fuck my ass harder now. Lube us up and fuck me in the ass hard now!” She screamed. I obliged her and could feel her body tensing as she neared orgasm. “I’m coming, keep fucking my ass, keep fucking….”, she said as she was lost. When I felt her spasm, I let go. It was only seconds before I could feel a thick stream of semen pushing through the length of my cock into her incredibly tight rectum. It was so tight that it actually was very painful for me. The act of forcing the viscous semen out of my penis was restricted because of her tightness. But I would be a liar if I didn’t say that the pleasure totally eclipsed the pain. “I am going to come in your ass, Corinne. It’s going to fill you with sticky seed. You are so tight, and I’m getting thicker and harder!!! I’m coming now!! I am coming!”, I practically yelled out loud as I lost it. It was incredible. I turned her over and gently kissed her lips. “Well, I guess things will be different at work now, won’t they?” she laughed. “Not really, maybe just a little. Now I KNOW what it’s like to fuck your little ass!!” She attempted in vain to smother me with a pillow before we fell asleep together laughing. We worked together for another year or so and had many more “adventures”. I’ll be sending them along if you’d like to hear the rest of the story. Y2K-Y Ch. 02 Corinne and I continued working together after the "millennium" came and went, and even when the real millennium came and went. We had gone out to dinner several times, but we never took it any further than goodnight kiss. I think that she sensed that I was really falling for her and was probably afraid of things going wrong and hurting me. I also believed that she was wholly unaware of the real impact that she had had on me. There was something about the way that she carried herself that made me crave her. A craving is probably the most accurate way to explain it. I was falling in love with her. But I could tell that I was the only one. I remember early in 2000 about 6 months after our sordid affair, Corinne was still on retainer and we were still working closely together. I will admit that it was very difficult to not want to attack her on a daily basis. She was simply put a stunning creature. I'm sure that from a distance people suspected that I was interested in her. I'm just not that good of an actor. But as far as she was concerned I don't think they suspected a thing. She was cool as the proverbial cucumber. There was a training seminar offered in New Orleans right before Mardi Gras and attendance for me was mandatory. Management strongly suggested that Corinne attend also, but she said that she had too many things going on and that she would prefer to go in the fall. I tried to talk her into it but my obvious intentions were beaconing out of my eye sockets, and I could see in her face that this would have been exposure overload. After I made my arrangements I realized that, for her, the thought of being stuck there with me for a week really was just too invasive of her space. I can respect that; I would have intended to invade every one of her spaces repeatedly and as often as possible for a week, so her supposition was absolutely correct. FUCK! This was going to be so perfect! I could have had her all to myself for a week in the Big Easy. If things went well, we could have kicked around over the next weekend to take in the local festivities. I guess it was just not meant to be. The plane ride was miserable and the thought of wasting a perfectly good opportunity to hang with her for a week really bothered me. But I figured I'd make the best of it. I had been there before and knew several cool spots where I could hang out. For my money there are few things worse than going out of town alone for more than a day or two. Eating dinner by yourself, traveling single...it's cool for a while but if you travel often enough you will eventually pack a spoon and a bowl so you can eat cereal before you go to bed. I have. At the morning mixer I struck up conversation with some of the instructors, each of us bantering in appropriate parlance, excruciatingly boring conversation. After the requisite tea and crumpets the day started with one of the course offerings that I selected from their offerings a few weeks prior. I sat in the back of the room while he went on about his credentials and the course goals. He asked us to go around the room and introduce ourselves, give some of our experience and background, and share something personal if we would like. I love when they say that. Everyone is going around the room saying the same boring crap about how much they've enjoyed working in blah blah company working on the same whatever project for x number of years. And their personal comment is usually something like "I enjoy reading technical journals." So when they get to me, I usually do something like this: "My name is Jake. I worked for Vandalay Industries for 5 years as a latex salesman, followed by brief forays into architecture and marine biology before becoming a programmer." About 90% of the time no one is paying attention as I am saying this stuff, but that 10% of the time, it's just magic and someone will just laugh out loud. So I continue: "I do blah programming in whatever..." and say some stuff like that and then I usually say something like, "As for my personal information, I'm a Libra, and my turn-offs are mean people and smoking and my turn-ons are long walks on the beach, the laughter of children, and the warm smell of colitis rising up through the air" or whatever neural firings happen to be activated at that particular nanosecond. What is interesting is that everyone after me has to try to outdo me. It breaks the ice, so mission accomplished as far as I am concerned. At any rate, after my requisite George Costanza Seinfeld reference I heard this very familiar laugh among the others. Yes, 3 people actually thought it was funny, but because of where I was sitting my view of some of the class was obscured so I couldn't see everyone. The first break came about 45 minutes later, and on my way back into the room there she was in the hallway, 3 men with pocket protectors already zeroed in on her. I watched her as she talked to them and was laughing about something. "Here he is! Here's my favorite marine biologist. Rescued any whales lately, Jake?" she laughed. "Hey, I'm not ashamed that my career journey is besmirched with failure. It has helped me find my way." "Wow, are you some kind of Zen master now?" she taunted. Manny, Moe and Jack at this point could see that we knew each other so they moved on to other prey. "How the hell did you avoid me until now! You are really something, girl." "A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets, Jakey. That lady in Titanic said that, so it must be true", she smirked. The only deep ocean I could see at that moment were her crystal blue, absolutely stunning eyes, a little greyer today than usual I noticed. I can feel the sinking feeling in my stomach just recalling that moment. It was like the rest of the room stopped for a split second and the only motion in the room was her lips, the only sound the words coming out of her mouth. "Class is starting" she said, and dashed into the room. I sat fidgeting in my seat the entire day scheming about how I was going to get her back to my room. Dinner, then drinks, then a few more drinks, then back to my room. No, wait, not too many drinks, I don't want to get too tired and I definitely don't want her to get too tired. Class? What class? When the instructor dismissed us and I made a direct line for her. "So, uhhhhh.........whacha doin' for dinner sweet thing?" she asked. "My schedule is open." We chatted as we walked back towards my hotel. We stopped off at the Nelli Deli to have a sandwich and caught a few drinks along the way. "Pat O'Brien's is for TOURISTS!!!!", she insisted. I couldn't argue, although I did manage to talk her into two hurricanes on the back patio. The warm air swirled around us as we watched the real tourists come to play. We sat not far from the fountain at the center of the patio which provided excellent white noise against the backdrop of people talking and moving about. I pulled out a few coins and tossed them in. "Three coins in the fountain, Jakey", she said. "What? Oh, yeah, three coins in the fountain. We're not in Rome, dearest", I volleyed. "Rome is where the heart is, sweetie," she laughed. I asked her where she was staying and she insisted that it was a secret so I played along. We arrived at my hotel and I went towards the door. "So, where are you taking me for dinner, Jakey?", she asked. "How about Victor's?" I asked. "Wow. Are you buying, hot stuff?" "Yes I am", I replied like the overdone rip-off of the Budweiser commercial. She laughed and said, "I'll meet you back here at 8 Doctor Gally-Wickets." She pointed at my chest with her index finder and said, "You better be ready!!!" I would be ready. What can a man in love do but be ready? 8 bells, and I'm in the lobby. Here she comes, Miss America. I mean she is in a short, black dress, cut up to HERE. Legs that won't quit, ass solid as a rock, I mean she was just smokin' hot. In plain words she looked fucking awesome. Off to Victor's we were, so we had a few drinks and a wonderful dinner. We talked about the day's conference and the class. We agreed that the material was more cursory and did not address some of our deeper technical issues. In her opinion the class was a sales pitch, not for people to learn more about the technology. I agreed. "Jakey, do you know why I am really here?" "I guess the same reason I am, to learn about..." "No!!!", she yelled, in her slightly drunken state. "I am going to tell you some things so you have to listen. Don't interrupt me because I don't know if I will be able to say them again. I am here because I care about you Jakey. You really make me feel like a true woman. I have never felt so sensual, so cared for, so loved, so protected. I love the way you make me feel. I love myself for allowing myself to feel this. I love it! I really do. My heart sees colors it never saw before I met you." "Corinne, you are a wonderful person. You know what I think of you. You are nothing short of the most interesting, most gorgeous creature that has ever graced the Earth with its presence. That is what I think of you. It really is." "Jakey, why didn't I meet you 15 years ago?" "Because you aren't the same person you were then. We were meant to, I don't know what this is, but we were meant to do this now. I try to avoid regret because I feel that it is one of the few things in life that has no positive aspects. I mean, I learn from my mistakes, but I don't regret things. You can waste a lot of time regretting, but you're probably better off just learning and doing things differently." For probably the first time since I met her I had her undivided attention. I continued. "I guess the real question is 'What now?' It should be obvious to you that I care about you. This isn't just a fetish or fantasy fulfilled. The majority of the time that we've spent together has been talking, not in bed. That's how I know that you are special. That's why I have reasoned that you and I should give this a chance." I reached over towards her and stroked her face with my hand, and moved towards her. Gently, I kissed her left cheek then her lips. She put her hand behind my head and pulled me toward her, filling my mouth with her tongue. I enjoyed her familiar and delicious taste. After I paid the bill we walked, hand in hand, through the muggy streets of the city. The heat and humidity greeted us on every corner, the sounds of laughter and celebrated insanity on sporadic street corners columned through the narrow streets. We wound our way back to my hotel room after rambling Rue Bourbon and an hour at Blackbeard's. Over the course of the evening we argued politics, religion, and the very existence of life. Of course, neither of us was wrong or right, but both left the table feeling the other had conceded the victory. As we made our way back to my hotel, I asked her if she had ever been in love. "Twice, Jake. Two times. A third I thought I was in love, but I was sorely mistaken." "Why so?" "Love is an AVENUE", she responded in a resplendent French accent, "and I was dutifully traveling a one-way street." Tragic. "And you, my dear?" she asked. "Two times, once for real. One time I thought I had what it was that I needed and could return, and once, it was just pure. It was purely that, just love." "That's the way it goes I guess" she said. "Sometimes people are just 'star-crossed lovers' and that's what you got. You're star-crossed and that's that." "I don't believe that. I believe that you reap what you sow, and the seeds that you plant every day are your harvest in your old age". "You're a romantic Jakey. Beautifully principled, but it just doesn't work that way." We meandered in relative silence back to my hotel. "Well, my dear, it is the moment of truth or dare", I said. "DARE!" she said as she laughed and grabbed my arm and dragged me into the lobby. She naturally made a flirtatious comment to the bell captain and front desk before we hit the up button on the elevator. The elevator doors closed and I put my hands behind my back and stood upright and was deliberately not kissing her. I had a plan. A few floors before mine the elevator slowed to allow someone on. Right before the elevator doors opened, I grabbed her and started kissing her like crazy. She started laughing out loud so much that the guy that was going to get on decided not to. We finally got to my room and I pulled out my key card and we went in. We were kissing immediately, and I fondled her back and stroked her beautiful grey hair. I kissed her neck and shoulders and moved my hand to unzip her dress. It fell away and she stepped out of it. She wasn't wearing a bra and she had on a really cute pair of panties. I nudged her over to the bed and she lay back, legs spread wide. A few rogue hairs were peeking over the edge of her panties and I couldn't wait to slip my tongue inside her. I licked my lips in anticipation and I could hear her moan knowing the treatment she was about to receive. I played with her for a while, forcing her panties between her lips, pressing and massaging her clit firmly with my index finger. She was so wet the moisture had wicked through and as I licked her panties I could begin to taste her slick lubricant. As I narrowed the band of fabric covering her vagina, her hairy labia came into clear view. I nuzzled my nose vertically along each line where pussy ends and leg begins. I snaked my tongue beneath the fabric occasionally to remoisten it as I continued my oral work. "I can't take this any more" she whispered as she lifted her hips from the bed to remove her panties. She motioned to me that she wanted to kiss me and, as she did, she licked some of her juices from my nose and mouth before moving my head back into position. Her hands firmly but gently gripped and moved my head to increase her pleasure. She approached orgasm two or three times but was trying to hold herself back. "I want to come, Jakey" she said in a soft voice. "This feels so good please just lick me til I come and then we'll take care of you." This *was* taking care of me in a manner of speaking but I knew what she meant. I quickened my pace with my tongue, pressuring and pinning her clit. I used my nose to massage and stimulate her clit, and I sucked her clit into my mouth and grazed it ever so gently against my teeth. I didn't neglect her inner and outer lips, being careful not to push, pull or massage too much, too fast, or too often. She responded with deeper moans and shallower breathing, which made me work even harder to please her. I could feel her grip tightening on my head so I thought I would put the finishing touches on her. My right index finger slipped inside her, followed by my right middle finger. I licked my left index and placed it firmly against her other hole, just pressing against it without entering. This was enough to start her over the edge and she soon bucked against my fingers which soon enough slipped into their respective openings as I continued to use my tongue on her. She began to stiffen, and instead of yelling out loud, she became totally stiff, still, and silent. For a few seconds I was worried, but then she relaxed. I still had my fingers inside her, and about five seconds later a flood of juice poured out of her. I bent down to lick it up but she said, very gently, "I think if you lick me now I am going to jump through the ceiling. Just let me calm down." She took my hands and moved them out of the way, got up out of bed and went into the bathroom. When she came back I could see her mascara was a little smeared and I could see her eyes were red. I thought she was crying. "Oh, honey are you OK?" I asked. "Just hold me. Just hold me." So I did. I held her close to me and for a few minutes. "I don't know how to say this so I am just going to say it", she began. "That night that we first were together, it was incredible. I mean it was absolutely great in every sense. I had a great time with you and then the sex. The sex was fucking incredible. I have masturbated every single day thinking about your tongue on me, fucking me, you know, everywhere. I mean it was just awesome. I have thought about it a lot and wondered why it was so memorable and it was because I care about you so much. And that initially terrified me which is why I think I have been distant since then. I don't want to be distant any longer. I am going to put myself out on a limb and just tell you that I think I am falling for you. I honestly think I might be falling in love with you and it's OK if you aren't. My feelings for you are not dependent on yours for me. If you come to feel as I do over time that would be fantastic. This is going to sound bizarre but in a strange sense, it is a sense of accomplishment for me to have the feelings for you that I do. I didn't think that I would ever get there again and I am and I'm glad. You treat me so well and you are so kind to me. If I do end up falling in love with you it will be a love of the ages." I was stunned. "I think the world of you Corinne. And as far as falling in love goes, you have some catching up to do." She took me in her arms and we kissed passionately. We fell back onto the bed and I got out of the rest of my clothes. I was so hard it almost hurt. I continued kissing her and she guided my cock into her tight but soaking opening. The head popped inside and she gripped me the entire rest of the way as I squeezed inside her. I knew I wasn't going to last long. We continued to kiss as I moved in and out of her tight pussy. In the dim light I could see her gray mound rise and fall as I entered and exited her. "OK, let's keep this fun!" she said. "You feel so good in me." She was so tight I couldn't hold back and she could feel the change coming. "Wait. Don't come inside me. Jack off on me like you are thinking about me. Jack off like you're fantasizing about licking my pussy or fucking me up the ass." My semen pump kicked into high gear as I pulled out. I remembered what it was like just minutes ago licking that beautiful pussy. I recalled entering her tight ass and shooting come deep inside her. That was it. Clear droplets of precum shot from the tip of my penis and landed in her hair and on her cheek. I released another 4 or 5 loads which spattered her tits, tummy, and pubic hair. She swirled a few blobs of semen together and dipped it into her mouth. I got a glass of water for each of us and returned to bed. "That was a great idea to suggest to think about those things" I said. "It was like they were happening all over again because you were right here." "I hope they happen all over again. I never had anal before I met you. I wanted to try it and I can't believe I loved it. Let's do it again when you're ready." I could not believe how candidly she said this. To me, those sentences are what masturbation fodder is made of. We talked for a few minutes and then we started kissing. She went into the bathroom to get the lube and put it onto the nightstand. "We'll need this", she said. "Whenever you're ready, doll", I said. "Let's do it. This time I want to lie on my back. Can you still do it that way? I guess we'll find out." She lay back on the bed, pulled her legs up and rolled her ass out for me to see. She took the tube of lubricant and put some on her finger and massaged it into her ass. Then she took a nice big blob and ran it over my entire cock getting it fully lubed and ready. "I am so ready" she said. "Put that hard cock up my ass", she whispered. "Yeah, like this" she said as she moved her legs higher to give me a more direct line to fuck her ass. She guided my cock to her anal opening and nudged forward, swallowing the head. "Yeah, that's good" she said softly. "Nice and gentle all the way in. Nice and steady fucking right up my ass" she said almost in a whisper again, but with a fiery voice. She was really into it. Y2K-Y Ch. 02 I held her legs back so that her knees were almost back to her head. I could then move my cock all the way up her ass. Slowly I worked it into her and as I did she worked her clit feverishly. At one point her eyes got really big as I pushed deep inside but she encouraged me to slide in deeper. "I can feel your balls on my ass. This is fantastic. I love this feeling" she said. "Just hold it there and kiss me. I'll tighten and move on you." As we kissed I could feel her contract and release her muscles and move gently from side to side. She would moan in different positions, some deeper than others, as I maintained my hard penis deep inside her. I wasn't going to last long this way either. After a few minutes of kissing and moving I was close to coming. She was really working her clit now. She wanted to time it with me coming in her ass. "Are you ready to shoot it in my ass? How close are you? I want to come when you come in me." "I am almost there" I groaned. "Oh, man just a few more seconds if you keep swaying like that Corinne, it feels awesome. It's so tight in your ass..." He hand was fluttering over her clit so quickly it was like a baseball card in a bike wheel. I could hear the sloppy sounds of her wet fingers working on her clit as I felt her tensing. That was it for me. I began to unload inside her, building in intensity for a few seconds followed by a flood of warm, wet fluid. At the same time she orgasmed and soon afterward I felt her warm vaginal fluid dripping onto me. We fell asleep together and I dreamed of our week stay in the Big Easy.