4 comments/ 29676 views/ 3 favorites Blueberry Muffins, and More By: FLrider I'd seen Deborah all over town from time to time, and knew her casually. She is in her early to mid thirties, a tall woman, married and the mother of three. She's always been the picture of motherhood, doing all sorts of things to support and raise her children and doing them virtually as a single mom. Oh, she's married but her husband is more married to his work and his cronies than to her and his children. He's at work in his office for long days and on the road overnight often, and when he isn't working he's usually at the club with his buddies playing golf or playing poker until well into the night. You rarely see him with the rest of the family but still the family seems reasonably happy. I'd always chalked it up to Deborah's efforts as a dedicated mom. Over the past year or more I'd noticed that Deborah was losing some weight and really starting to pay more attention to herself. Her two oldest kids, boys, were well into their teens now and her teen daughter was becoming more boy conscience. I figured Deborah had a bit more free time now that the oldest boy was driving now, time to do for herself for a change. A fellow in town died suddenly recently, a well liked fellow that got sick and died much too quickly and very much too soon in life. The funeral was well attended and as it happened I was seated behind and just slightly to the side of Deborah. It struck me how great her hair looked that day. She has a very full head of medium brown hair that has just enough natural curl to afford waves, and she grooms it well down onto her shoulders. I love long hair on women, not giving a rat's ass for those short crew cut style haircuts so many women sport these days. Anyway, as we stood to depart at the end of the service I took the opportunity to compliment Deborah on her hair. As I spoke to her she turned to face me and I was almost shocked at how lovely she looked. Deborah had always carried a few more pounds than she needed, or more like a lot more pounds than she needed, but in recent months she really has dropped many of those pounds and is now well endowed with full curves in the right places and in very attractive proportions. She's tall, just a few inches under six feet, and the clothes she had on were perfectly selected to take advantage of her new figure in a most tasteful and respectful way. Her makeup was simple but appropriately elegant without being too noticeable, and her smile was warm and friendly. Damn, this woman had transformed from a seemingly neglected soccer mom into a very sexy milf. She was appreciative of my compliment, almost as if she was surprised to get a compliment but very gracious in accepting such, and she reached out to touch my hand as she looked me straight in the eye to thank me. Again, this was a true departure from anything I'd ever witnessed from Deborah and seemingly very out of character. She had another woman with her that I didn't know who was impatient to leave so they excused themselves and walked on. I stood there and admired Deborah's figure as they walked away, and was caught doing so by Deborah as she turned at the last moment before exiting the door to look back towards me. We exchanged a quick smile and she was gone. I didn't see Deborah for a week or better, as I don't get into town all that often if I can help it, but one weekday morning I headed to the grocery to do my weekly shopping. I like going then as the crowds are lighter and it's usually only women. I was about two thirds through the store when I ran into Deborah. She was wearing a skirt and a snug fitting sweater that really showed the size and shape of her generous bosoms. Although it was turning autumn outside it was nice in the store, and my eyes were instantly drawn to the two hard nipple bumps that appeared just after Deborah and I met. I tried not to stare, but my eyes kept wanting to drift down to her chest as we exchanged pleasantries. From that point we met on every remaining aisle, travelling in opposite directions so that we faced each other as we passed, and the chat subsided to a grin after a few aisles. I got finished before she did and loitered at long as I could at the checkout but was processed and headed out the door before she ever approached the check-out area. As I looked back she smiled and I figured that was the last of that. The next morning I had finished my breakfast and my emails for the morning, and was about to head out to work up some firewood when I heard a car coming down the driveway. I live well out of town with my driveway coming off a little used secondary road. My house sits well off the road and is invisible from the road, and my nearest neighbor is a half mile or more away. It's nice and quiet out here, and very private, and it's rare for a vehicle to come down my driveway. I wasn't expecting any deliveries or visits so I assumed it was someone lost, so I stood there on the porch to greet the vehicle. I didn't recognize the vehicle, a small SUV type car, but when it got close enough I recognized the driver as Deborah. I hadn't seen that car before but she had been here before a few years ago when I was helping her oldest son with a school project, some outdoors stuff that was as foreign to her husband as oil is to water. "What brings you out to the sticks, Deborah?" As I stood beside the driver's door it didn't take but an instant to see that Deborah was more casually dressed than the past two times I'd seen her, but looking equally as nice. She isn't a strikingly beautiful woman, more of the girl next door type turned into soccer mom type. Before she replied she unlatched the door and began to step from the car. "I just came out to say hello and bring you some fresh baked blueberry muffins. They're still warm and will go well with a cup of coffee." There was a grin on her face and a twinkle in her eyes, but a tentativeness in her voice that told me she had something on her mind and was nervous. For her to even be out here was odd enough, but seeing her was occluding that from my thoughts at the moment. You see, I stay in some state of horny all the time and Deborah was looking pretty good these days, the kind of curvy and mature woman I often fantasize about. "Awesome. Come on in and I'll put on a fresh pot." I put my arm around to touch the small of her back as she walked past me towards the house and I actually thought I heard a sound from her as I touched her back. I chalked it up to my imagination. Small talk was passed as I prepared the coffee and poured two cups. We took our cups and the muffins out to the den to sit in front of the fireplace where a few logs were still flaming and casting some welcome heat. There is a large leather sofa facing the fireplace and I pulled the coffee table up close enough to set our mugs and muffins on while we ate and talked. "So, I know you didn't make muffins and drive all the way out here just to have someone to share a muffin with. What's on your mind this morning?" There was a long pause and you could practically see the thoughts whirling around in her head, and the struggle for the courage to express those thoughts. Whatever it was that brought her out here was definitely something of weight. "I need to ask you something, but need you to keep this whole conversation totally confidential. No matter your response, you need to keep it mum." At that point she paused and I thought she was going to dismiss the whole topic. "I trust you. I have a problem and I think you are the only person in town I can confide in and certainly the only one that I would consider helping with my problem." Another long pause and I sensed her hesitancy. After a few moments she went on to explain what a lot of us already knew, that her life was centered around her children, about how her husband was a wonderful provider for them financially, and of how her husband was never around. The way she was talking I began to get the feeling that she wanted me to talk to him about paying her more attention, of spending more time with their children while they were still at home, of not letting money and his buddies be the recipient of his time, passions and energies. Then she made it all clear. "Harley, I want you to be my no-strings-attached fuck friend." Wow. It sat there for a moment while I recovered. "Deborah, I am honored but are you sure? I mean, you have my total confidence and I can understand why and how you might feel neglected, but are you sure you want to do that?" Deborah never took her eyes from mine but with a serious look on her face she set her cup down, reached down to her waist with both hands and began to pull her sweatshirt up. She raised the sweatshirt up high enough to expose the lace bra that held two magnificent breasts. My eyes shot to her chest and instantly identified the dark circles of her areolas and the hardening orbs of her nipples. "Touch them, Harley. Touch my breasts." I reached over with my right hand and cupped her left breast with her nipple at the base of my palm. Her breast was large but firm and I could feel the nipple hard against my palm. "My husband hasn't touched them in over a year. You have no idea what your touch is doing inside me right now." I pulled my hand away. "Your husband has lost sense of his priorities. A woman like you deserves more." It sounded too corny but it was all that came into my lust filled mind. I was growing a first class erection that was becoming difficult to hide and was almost grateful though immensely disappointed when she began lowering her sweatshirt. "What do you say, then, Harley?" I honestly had to think on this for a minute. "OK, I'll do what I can to help you but it has to be in a way that is confidential, private, and safe. If you ever, ever, want out of this all you have to do is say so. You call the shots." A smile came across her face and you could see the burden lift from her. We finished off a couple of muffins apiece and two cups of coffee as we chatted more about both gossip from town and about how we might carry out her needs fulfillment. Deborah then mentioned that it was best for her to leave then and rose from the sofa. I rose and started towards the door, holding it open for her. As she passed me she paused just long enough to lean up and kiss me on the cheek, laying her hand on my shoulder as she did. I watched as she walked to her car, then waved as she backed out and drove off up the driveway. My dilemma at the moment was whether I'd take the time out now to relieve myself or wait until this evening after my chores were done. I didn't see or hear from Deborah for almost two weeks and had come to the conclusion that she'd thought otherwise. I really wasn't surprised, as she didn't strike me as the type of woman that would sneak out like that. So, it was mildly surprising when I drove back in from town mid-morning on a chilly, rainy autumn weekday and found her car parked in front of my cabin. Since the cabin was locked Deborah was sitting inside her car but got out as I did my truck. "I hope you don't mind me popping in like this, with no notice." "No, not a problem. I kind of figured you had come to second thoughts on your request. You want a coffee or hot tea, or something?" "I sure do." A smile widened across her face as I motioned her to precede me up the steps to the wide front porch. Once inside I asked Deborah to help herself in the kitchen while I stoked up the fire in the big rock fireplace. The dampness of the day really set the chill and a fire would feel good. I went into the kitchen before Deborah had finished heating the water for her tea, and I slid up behind her and wrapped both arms around her waist and laid my chin on her left shoulder. I could feel the response of her body, first to tighten up and stand firmly, then to relax and settle into the comfort of the embrace. Her head tilted back slightly as her arms dropped down outside mine, then moving back to rub against my thighs. Just as the kettle was starting to whistle Deborah turned in my arms, raised her arms and wrapped them around my neck, and leaned up to softly kiss my lips. My hands naturally moved down to cup her ass, finding it ample and firm. Her breasts were pressed hard against my chest and her kiss was becoming more passionate, harder and more aggressive to penetrate past my lips and across my tongue. One hand was grasping my hair while the other was moving around the expanse of my back. A fierce whistle from the kettle broke the trance and our lips parted, eyes opened and looked lustfully into the others. "Well, I think you make the water boil. You got me all steamed, that's for sure." Again, I cringed inside over how corny I sounded, almost juvenile, but the chuckle from Deborah and her smile made it all okay. "Um, just give me a few minutes, then you'll know where to find me." A sexy wink and she turned to leave the kitchen. From her footsteps I could tell she was headed towards my bedroom, easily visible from the den so she knew where to go. I heard some water running, some bedcovers ruffling, then it got quiet. The only sounds in the house were the crackling of the fire. As I started towards my bedroom there was another fire kindled within my groin. The fluffy down comforter was so thick that it was hard to tell a body was underneath the covers. Deborah's thick brunette hair was splayed out over the pillowcase and the covers pulled up to her chin. But for her clothes visible on the bathroom floor there was no other indication of her state of dress. I took my time, savoring her hungry eyes as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, slid it from my shoulders and tossed it aside. Boots next, then the long socks. I took the time to walk over to the window to adjust the blinds so make sure the sun didn't intrude directly, and then walked back to her side of the bed. I stood less than a yard from her as I loosened the horsehair belt, unbuttoned the jeans and slid the zipper down. I took the corner of the comforter as if to pull it down, but Deborah grabbed it snugly and nodded her head in defiance. With a slight grin I pushed the jeans down over my hips and let them fall to my calves, then stepped out of each leg. I was wearing briefs that day and my growing erection was readily noticeable, as was Deborah's stare at my bulge. I stood there for several long moments before I slowly slid the briefs down, first exposing my pubic hair then the base of my penis, and finally when the full length was exposed and had sprung free I dropped the briefs to the floor. My nuts were itching like crazy and I couldn't pass on giving them a scratch, making sure to lift the swollen cock out of the way and exposing as much of my balls as practical. That is when Deborah swept back the comforter with her arm, fully exposing the full magnificence of her wonderful, nude body from the knees up. Her up reached arms beckoned me to her, and without delay I took a position beside her, lying on my side so that I could see her, could stroke her body, and so that I could lean over and kiss her sweet lips. As I kissed her lightly about the lips, across her chin and down her neck to her shoulders I allowed my hand to glide over her breasts, being certain to rub against the hard nipples before sliding down across her belly. As my hand was moving slowly below her navel and my fingers beginning to course through her mound of hair her breathing had become more ragged, her chest heaving a bit up and down, her hips beginning to gyrate slightly at the anticipation of what had been too many years in coming. Deborah's hand had moved down my belly, up atop my hip then dropped down to engage my fully erect cock. Her grip was firm but gentle, not moving at first but beginning to move along the length from base to tip. As she moved to the base her hand moved down to grab my balls, massaging them with her fingertips and then cupping as much of sack as possible in her hand. By then her hips were more exaggerated their movements and her breathing was much quicker. With both hands she took my head and drew my face to hers, attacking my lips in a kiss of passion and lust. This was not to be a slow building, foreplay filled encounter. I hadn't even touched her pussy yet but her sex scent was strong. Deborah seemed to be willing me on top of her, and I obliged by moving one leg across her and shifting my body directly over her, careful to support the bulk of my weight on my arms and knees. She was spreading her legs and pressing her hips upward towards mine, and I responded by putting first one leg then the other between her legs and easing my body down until the tip of my hard shaft was pressing against her clitoris. Just as I put a bit of pressure against her with my cock, Deborah let out a low, guttural moan. Her breathing was coarse and I moved to kissing and nibbling at her neck and shoulders. Her hand found my cock and guided it downward through the slickened folds of her pussy until the tip was at the warm, wet entrance of her vagina, then pulled on the shaft beckoning me to press forward and enter her and at the same time lifting her hips to partially engulf the tip. Her cunt was hot, very wet, and felt wonderful. It was as if my cock and her pussy had been specially designed in every way to fit together in a most pleasurable manner. I knew it had been years since she'd had a man, and has anxious as I was to feel the depths of her tunnel I thought it best to proceed with some gentleness. I only penetrated the head of my cock at first, withdrawing almost completely out and lingering before pressing in again. I went just a little further the next two times, finding her hole to be thoroughly lubricated and her upward thrusts hinting of impatience. On the next cycle inward Deborah grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me into her as she heaved her pussy hard around my dick. My hard cock buried within her as a loud moan was seemingly pushed from her throat. Our thrusts went hard and fast from that moment. She was fucking my dick with such raw passion and with the perfect combination of motions and sensations around my cock that my own orgasm was building much stronger and faster than I could control. My mind was only faintly aware of her sounds, of how blushed her face, neck and chest had become, of how her fingernails were firmly engaged in the flesh of my ass cheeks. I wanted her to cum first, and well, but my mind was swirling in my own pleasures. I allowed myself to succumb to the bliss and passion, wildly fucking her pussy like it was my first experience with sex. Within what must have been but a few brief minutes the pressure and energy within my own body had built to an uncontrollable and irresistible level. Straining against the release my orgasm exploded as I felt a huge flood of cum erupt up from my balls and out of the super sensitive shaft of my cock. At that moment I became aware of my partner who was also in the midst of a powerful and almost convulsive orgasm. Her body had been violently fucking my dick then for an instant became rigid, then went back to humping against my movements. Her hands had dug into the skin of my ass then raked up my back as her breathing went from rapid and shallow to not being able to breath, to deep breaths, groans and moans. We had cum together with nearly no awareness of the other until the moment was spent. As my orgasm faded and I regained control I slowed my motions, gauging my movements by those of Deborah's body. We allowed our bodies to come to rest, me still inside her but now growing soft and content. I let some of my weight rest atop her, but not until she had wrapped her arms around my back and hugged me to her. We laid there in silence for long moments, allowing our breathing to return to normal, our bodies to calm, our heartbeat to settle. After a couple of minutes I made a move to slide off of her, meeting some resistance from her arms and from a feigned frown. Blueberry Muffins, and More Ch. 02 Thursday morning was a dismal morning with a cold drizzle and gusty wind that made the chill go right through to your bones. The skies were heavy with clouds and the temperatures were hovering at below normal levels. It was a raw day outside for sure but I'd been up several hours and had the cabin bright, warm and cozy. I don't get many visitors out here and the one I was expecting this morning had me a bit nervous with anticipation. A few minutes past 9 I happened to notice headlights through the forest that stood between the county road and my cabin. The drive snakes through the trees, over and around hills so that the distance from the road to the cabin seems much longer than the quarter mile as the crow flies. The minivan was just entering the yard in front of the cabin as I swung open the large, heavy hand hewn timber front door and stepped out onto the wide, covered front porch. The rain had slowed to a heavy mist and a fog was settling in, making for a landscape that is among my favorites. As Deborah stepped from the minivan my eyes were initially drawn to her fitted sweater which accentuated her ample bosoms, then moved down to the tight jeans that very nicely displayed her very nicely shaped ass and legs. The weight that Deborah had lost this past year had always prevented her from wearing form-fitting clothing, but this outfit was displaying her curvy figure very nicely. "Good morning, Deborah. You need a hand with anything?" She wasn't carrying anything but a small cooler but I felt obliged to offer anyway. She stopped momentarily just to look up at me with a smile and reply. "Oh, I've got something I could use a hand with, alright." She chuckled in a naughty way and started up the steps to the porch. I'd thrown a few more logs on the fire in the fireplace when I saw her headlights approaching and the fire was blazing and cracking freely. Deborah set the cooler down on the bar and asked if I had any coffee while she backed up to the fire to warm herself. With fresh coffee and warm blueberry muffins we sat on the long leather sofa I had facing the fireplace and chatted about what was happening in our lives. After we'd been sitting talking and laughing for the better part of an hour Deborah delved into the topic that was looming. "I'm sure you remember what I said the last time I was out here?" "I do." "Well," There was a long pause and I could tell she was struggling for what words to say, what words not to say, how to act from this point, and was a bit embarrassed. "I've been thinking that maybe we could give it another try, that is if you are willing." "Deborah, you're a remarkable woman in many ways and our last time together was monumental for me too. I want you to be happy and comfortable with whatever we do or don't do. OK?" She sat there quiet for long moments and I could tell the thoughts, desires and emotions were coursing and fighting their way around in her head. Her eyes had started to glisten and a single tear rolled down her cheek as she bit her lip and looked back up at me. "Please take me to bed, Harley." I wanted to jump up and drag her into the bedroom and for all I know that's what she wanted too, but it didn't feel right. I sat quietly for second, looking her in the eyes, then leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. I held my hand out for her to take and as she did I rose from the sofa and helped her up. We stood there in front of the fireplace, face to face, and I put my arms around her waist and drew her to my body. As her chest touched against mine her arms found their way through my arms and around my back. We stood there for just a moment before I pulled away and began to lead her towards the bedroom. As we reached the side of the bed Deborah began to pull her sweater up to remove it over her head. I stopped her, pushed her hands aside, and began taking her sweater off myself. After laying it on the dresser I turned back to her, walked up to her close enough to kiss, but instead reached my arms around and unclasped her bra. Holding the straps to keep it from falling free I leaned down and kissed her lightly on her soft lips. Her breathing was light and fast, her chest rising with each breath as I lowered the bra from her breasts and slipped it from her arms. Setting the bra aside I turned back to her and as I did her hands found the buttons of my shirt and began unbuttoning it, then tugging the shirt tails from the waist of my jeans. I took it from my arms and tossed it to a chair beside the bed as she was unbuckling my belt. I let her unfasten my jeans and shove them down to my knees. I sat on the bed and pulled my boots off then stepped from the jeans and laid them on the chair. As she reached for the waistband of my briefs I pushed her hands aside and started unfastening the waist of her jeans, then pushed them down to her thighs. I stood back up and embraced Deborah in a long, impassioned kiss before urging her to sit on the side of the bed. She sat upright as I pulled first her boots and then her jeans from her legs and tossed them atop my own jeans. I stood and took in the pure woman that sat before me, her breasts large but firm with large, dark areolas surrounding hard nipples that stood proud and available. I honestly could not remember ever seeing a more sexy or desirable woman, and my own body was showing the arousal that was tingling throughout my senses. I leaned over to kiss her lightly on the forehead and gently pressed her shoulders back, urging her to lie back on the bed. As her body reclined back I knelt beside the bed and took the waist of her panties and began sliding them down. She lifted her hips slightly to allow their removal, then lifted her knees so I could slide them off entirely. I put my arms beside her legs, holding them together as I kissed up her thighs and across her lower belly. The scent of her passions filled my nostrils and made my own arousal even greater. As I kissed around her hips and thighs Deborah's body was reacting on it's own, moving to great my affections, squirming from side to side, hips pushing up to catch my lips, soft moans murmuring as her head was angled back and her hands rubbing her ribs and sliding up across her breasts. As I moved back down to kiss the inside of her knees I nudged her legs apart slightly, and she obliged by spreading them wide enough to allow a full view of her magnificent mound and pussy. I love pubic hair on a woman and Deborah had trimmed her ample bush perfectly, and I could see dampness already covering the lower regions. I kissed up the insides of her thighs and as I got near her hips her hands grasped my head and guided me directly to her swollen clit. The hardened nub was warm as I wrapped my lips around her clit and began to gently suck and pull. Her hands had left my head and her legs were spread wide for my full access. As I encircled her clit with my tongue and pulled at it with my lips her hips were raising to meet my advances, pushing hard against my face. Her breathing was growing more eratic, a flush came across her face, neck and chest and her thrusting against my tongue and lips was becoming stronger and faster, and I knew she was approaching a climax, the first of several I hoped. Her excitement grew rapidly and every part of her body was in motion, writhing in the joys and pleasures of the stimulation that was coming uncontrollable. I continued my assault on her clit, my chin drenched in her juices, and as I slid a finger up into her hot canal the energies overwhelmed her. Her body bucked hard against me then went rigid for a moment, then collapsing back down on the bed and back into thrusts against my face as a long, low groan grew in volume. Just as the bucking was becoming so strong that I was almost unable to maintain contact, Deborah's hands clasped my head and pushed me away from her hyper-sensitive clit. I backed down a bit from her hips, looking at the soaked cunt in front of me as I wiped my face on the sheets. My face was literally soaked in her juices and I didn't know how she felt about being intimate with that. By then her body and become still except for her chest rising and falling with the deep breaths of the exertion just over. I slipped my briefs off before sliding up to lie beside her, then leaned over to kiss her on the her temple, noticing the perspiration of her strain had dampened the edges of her hair and tasting the salt of her skin. Deborah rolled to her side to face me, wrapping one arm over my side and looking me in the eyes. "I want to taste you, now." As a grin began to creep upon me Deborah leaned over to kiss me deeply and passionately. Her tongue was probing past my lips and over my tongue, surely tasting her own flavor lingering within my mouth, and the taste seemed to excite her even more. I started to reach across to embrace her but she pushed my arm back down and began moving atop my body. Her body was so warm, so soft in the most wonderful way, and the feel of her against me made my mind swirl. The pressure of her body on mine and the taste of her tongue kissing me caused me to lose awareness of anything else in the world. My whole consciousness was right there, overtaken by her passion and presence. As she began to move her body down, kissing down my chest and stomach, I could feel my hardness against her body. She raised up so that her breasts hung down, letting them gently touch my skin as she moved back and forth, side to side, teasing both our bodies with her nipples. When her nipples raked across my erect cock I felt a release of fluid from the tip, but it wasn't there long as Deborah quickly took the tip of my cock to her lips, pulling the flavor to her tongue. As she slid her lips and mouth down far enough to take in the whole head of my cock her tongue began to move against the underside of my erection. Her mouth was warm, inviting, and so exciting that without thinking I had put my hands to her head and was pushing down, shoving my cock deeper into her mouth. A slight gag and Deborah raised up to catch her breath caused me to open my eyes in realization of what I had done. Before I could say anything she stopped me. "I'm not very good at this, and haven't had much practice in a long time. I hope I'm doing it OK for you." Before I could reply she had lowered her head and taken the full length of my cock into her mouth. I'm no larger or longer than average, but even so I could feel the back of her mouth when she dove down on my cock. Her throat was opening and I could feel the tightness and depth of that as she rode up and down my shaft with her head. It wasn't going to be long before I would no longer be able to contain the forces building, especially with the way she was moving her tongue against the bottom of my dick as it was moving in her mouth. One of her hands found my balls and was gently massaging them as she worked on my cock, and her hair was falling down both sides of her head and brushing the tops of my thighs. As I looked down at the sight and the pleasures became unbearable I tried to warn Deborah of the impending eruption. "I'm...gonna....cum." I grunted the warning out and managed to put my hands to her head to lift her off my cock, but she wouldn't slow her assault and within seconds I felt the first spurt erupt from the tip of my dick as I drove it deep into her mouth. There was a slight jump of her head and body, no doubt in surprise and shock of the first stream of cum to shoot into her mouth, but she swallowed and kept at her task until she had drained every drop of the salty white cum. My dick was super sensitive and I had to urge her up and off of it, the shocks causing me to jump with each pulse, and she rose to move up beside me. Her head was still bowed down so that I couldn't see her face, but as she grew closer to my face she looked up at me with a huge grin on her face and then broke out in laughter. "What's so funny? You just think of a small dick joke or something?" Laughing, Deborah kept moving up and I guided her body to stay atop me, hoping she didn't mind. As she reached a position that put her face just lower than mine she tried to stifle the laugh, brushed the hair from her face and smiled at me. "I'm just happy, that's all." There was a pause where we merely smiled at each other, then she continued. "I've never enjoyed that before, doing that to you, but this time was different. I really liked it and I like the way you tasted. And oh, what you did down there to me, my gosh I thought my head was going to fly off. I don't know if you like that or not, but I loved it." We both chuckled and I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly to me. Our conversation then evolved for a few minutes around how much we both enjoyed those activities, both giving and receiving. Then Deborah lowered her face to mine slowly, her eyes intently on mine, until her lips very gently touched my lips. She lingered there for long moments, letting the temptation and anticipation build and stimulate, then she touched her tongue to my lips. As her tongue traced my lips I could feel the effects within my balls and cock, and there was an arousal building. As her lips joined mine I felt her hips press harder against mine and the kiss grew stronger. Our kissing began to take on the intensity of two teens making out in the backseat of a car, and Deborah held to me as she rolled to one side and pulled me over on top of her body. As our position changed her legs shifted from being inside mine to the opposite. As we made out my erection was pressing against her cunt, and as our arms were engaged in an embrace our bodies adjusted perfectly. My hard cock slid easily into her warm, wet pussy as our hips began a slow motion dance. Her warmth and tightness engulfed my cock, exciting both our bodies in a coordinated rhythm of motion that was gaining tempo. I felt her building quickly but since it had only been minutes since my own release I was able to keep the pace with her and enjoy her climax. We slowed our motions but never stopped and she was building to another climax quickly. I began kissing across her shoulders and her chest, and when I was able to bring one of her nipples between my teeth to gently bite, she heaved hard against my dick as her next climax washed over her. After that second climax we settled into a slower, steady motion, her hands moving across my back and then down to my ass, while I was kissing and nibbling at her breasts, neck and shoulders. I sat upright a bit so that I could massage one of her beasts with one hand and reach down and thumb massage her clit with the other hand as our fucking moved to a quickened pace. This action caused her to build towards yet another climax and Deborah was squeezing my cock with her pussy, causing my balls to tighten up and my own energies to build higher. The pace quickened more and I had to move back down prone, holding myself just high enough off of her so that her nipples brushed against my chest as we pounded against each other. Our breathing was strong, the smell of sex heavy in the air, our bodies glistening with the strain of the moment and as if on cue our bodies both erupted in a powerful orgasm that robbed all other senses from our minds. Our bodies reacted to each other in unison and harmony, driven by the sensations and primal urgings until we both collapsed, spent. We laid there recovering our breath, our bodies heaving against each other and I lifted from her slightly to allow her to breath and cool down. As I looked down at Deborah I found her to be divinely beautiful. I also found myself fighting to subdue feelings for her, feelings that started even before I had seen her naked. As we laid there catching our breath there were no words spoken. I began to chill a bit and I noticed goosebumps on Deborah's smooth skin, so I reached down and pulled the comforter up and over us. As I reached over to drape it over Deborah I noticed a tear escaping her eye. "You OK?" "Yeah, I'm OK. It's just that I've never been with anyone that made me feel like you do, that I have a reaction to like I do to you. I'm scared." "Well, there's nothing to be scared of. I promise I won't bite." That brought a little smile but I knew precisely what she was thinking. We showered together after talking for a while, then Deborah made us some lunch as I brought in more wood and stoked up the fire. We shared out soup and grilled cheese sandwiches on the breakfast table, looking out the French doors where we could see for miles across the meadows to the mountain ranges in the distance. The day was just as dreary as it had been earlier, but as we ate the misting rain turned into snowflakes that drifted down as if almost weightless. After the lunch I brought us out a piece of pie each and a hot cup of Russian tea, and we sat at the table for almost an hour talking about anything and everything in the world. My time with Deborah was easy and delightful, bringing me something that I'd not had in my life for too many years. As she talked my mind drifted to what might be if she weren't married. When the chimes of the old wall clock sounded two Deborah almost jumped up. "Oh, my gosh, I've got to go. I've intruded on you too long today, and I've got places to be in town. I'm sorry, but I've got to go." I could see the alarm in her face and hear it in her voice, but I assured her that she was far from an intrusion, and that the day had been a special pleasure for me. I walked her to her minivan, cleared the windshield for her, and stood in the drive as she turned around and drove out. I didn't hear from Deborah for several weeks, but that really wasn't unusual. We saw each other in town from time to time, and waved as any two friends might but never stopped to talk. I was sitting up late one night watching some TV when the phone rang. The caller ID indicated it was the Morrison number, and instantly my mind raced to Deborah's husband having found out and that he was calling me. Instead I heard a quiet voice, Deborah's, and she was weeping quietly as she spoke. "I....need to come see you in the morning." "Sure, Deborah. I'll be here. Are you OK?" She said nothing else and hung up the phone quietly. I didn't sleep well that night, worried about what might be coming the next morning, worried about Deborah being found out and what it might do to her marriage and to her kids. The next morning I rose earlier than usual, unable to sleep. I'd gone through several tea bags as I tried to busy myself around the cabin, and around 9:30 I finally saw her minivan coming in the drive. She parked in front of the porch, got out and was coming up the steps when I opened the door and greeted her. She was wearing dark glasses and looked like she had slept less than I had. Deborah came in and took a seat at the breakfast table. I offered something to drink or eat but she refused. "Harley, I have to tell you something." I could tell that whatever it was, it was weighing heavily on her. "Last night David and I talked." This made me nervous and my mind was racing. "I knew that he had been doing well in his job, best in the territory, and that he was hoping for a promotion or something. Well, he got it and I'm proud of him for it. He accepted the offer. But they aren't letting him stay here, he's got to move. Now." At this point the tears were starting to leak from underneath her sunglasses. I pulled my handkerchief from my pocket and handed it to her. She went on to tell me that the move was a huge opportunity for him and for their family, that the kids were very excited and that she and her husband were leaving the next morning to go hunt for a house. Then with more tears and a little sob now and then she went on. "I love my husband and am committed to him, I absolutely love my kids and will do anything for them. But I also love my home here, love my friends, love spending time out here with you, and I love you." I saw it coming, and had carried my own feelings for her for some time. My own eyes began to burn a bit. "That's why I'm here now, to say goodbye." Blueberry Muffins, and More Ch. 02 We talked for a long time that morning about our times together, of when she would walk the ranch with me, our picnics out in the wildflowers of the meadow where we'd eat then make love out in the open, of being in the cabin for food, conversation and the greatest sex either of us had ever known, of sharing our innermost thoughts and feelings. "Do you have time to be with me?" "No, and even if I did I wouldn't because if I went back to that bedroom with you I might never leave." Before lunchtime I got her to laugh some, and the mood was lightened. We never talked about the possibility of a reunion, but the look in her eyes told me all I needed to know. We hugged for a long time before I kissed her on the forehead, her then turning to walk out the door and never looking back. I stood in the doorway and watched as her minivan disappeared through the forest. Within two weeks they were gone. I didn't hear anything from Deborah during that period, but did wave to her at the grocery once. My cheer was damaged a bit in those days, several people commenting on it and asking if things were OK with me. I'd always reply that I just had a sinus infection or something of that order. About two years passed and my routines had long since returned to what had been normal, then one afternoon the FedEx guy came to the house with a parcel. I hadn't ordered anything so I figured he was just lost or something. His parcel was addressed to me, I signed for it and took it inside. Cutting open the box I found no note or anything, just the ingredients one would need to make a huge batch of blueberry muffins. Blueberry Muffins, and More "Harley, that was amazing. I've never had sex like that in my entire life." "Well, honestly, I'm not sure I have either. You made me feel like a teenager again. I totally lost myself in the moment." She smiled at me and then allowed me to move off of her and to lie beside her. I didn't want to rush her in any way and was fine with just being there. We spent almost an hour in the bed, talking about various things, getting to know more of each other's personal lives and thoughts. She wasn't ashamed of her body and whatever modesty she had she kept suppressed, allowing me to enjoy the beauty of her body as we chatted. The warmth of the fireplace wasn't great enough to ward off all the autumn chill from the bedroom though, and little by little she had to cover herself for warmth. "Do you mind if I take a shower before dressing?" "No, I don't mind a bit. You can do anything here you want. I'll show you where the towels and things are." I didn't bother to dress or cover as I showed her the linen closet, and was pleasantly surprised when I turned around to see her sitting on the toilet, still nude also. "Sorry, I just had to pee." "No problem. Take your time in here and I'll make us something to eat." I grabbed some sweats, stoked up the fire in the fireplace, and headed to the kitchen. It was a little early for lunch but I pulled some fresh fruit I'd cut up the day before and set it out, put a pot of tomato soup on the stove to warm and started on some grilled cheese sandwiches. Just as the sandwiches were about done I turned around to see Deborah standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She was showered and dressed, and had huge tears running down her cheeks. "What's wrong, Deborah? You OK?" "No, I'm not. I can't see you again, not like this anyway." I didn't say anything but took the sandwiches off the grill and then went to hug her. "Tell me what's wrong." "You. You're what's wrong. You know how I told you this was purely for sexual release, only? Yeah, well I guess I didn't expect the experience to be so powerful. My gosh, that was the best sex I've ever had in my life and I've got to think it would only get better." She paused. I had mixed feelings inside. True, the sex was among the best I'd ever had, too, and with more time and foreplay, different positions and activities, it would undoubtedly only get better. I also knew it must be tough on her inside since she still loved her husband and her children. "Tell you what. Come and sit, have lunch with me, no pressure. There's no reason to allow anything to ruin our friendship." She tried a smile that didn't work too well, but did drift towards the table. We spent the better part of an hour eating a leisurely lunch and talking about all sorts of stuff. Deborah danced around the matter of our encounter for a while but then opened up the topic again. "Harley, I will never in my life forget the feeling of having sex with you. It truly was amazing. Fast, but amazing. I know I proposed the matter but I'm not sure I can continue without becoming involved, and I can't do that to my husband or children. I hope you understand." "I do understand, and I wouldn't want to be a problem for you." We finished our lunch and while she kissed me on the cheek she managed to grab my dick through the sweatpants, smiled, then was out the door. That was a few months ago and though we've seen each other around town now and then there's been nothing more than a nod of the head or wave of a hand. Until today, that is. I got a note through the regular mail today that said I'd be having warm blueberry muffins on Thursday morning.