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My Last Summer Romance Pt. 01

By: OlderButtWiser



The following is a true story of a life changing summer romance. It has all the elements of a Literotica story, but it is first and foremost a romance. If you are looking for sex on every page, I suggest looking for another story to read. If you want to read about a man who found summer romance and true love in the autumn of his life, then please read on.

Chapter 1: Run Up to the Summer of 2010

When I think back 40 or so years, to when I was in high school and college, the times I remember with the most fondness and melancholy are the summers. Each summer was marked by an all-consuming romance. In my early teens, these romances were nothing more than "puppy-love", but as I grew older, they had the passion and intensity that only a teenager juiced up on raging hormones could muster. I ached to spend every waking hour with the object of my affection. Nothing could compare to sense of well-being that these relationships gave me. Over the course of the summer, I found out everything I could about her. We were a perfect fit. Nothing could ever come between us. I knew with unwavering certainty that this romance was the love-of-a-lifetime.

...but each year, the endless summer days shortened as autumn drew near. With autumn came the return to "real life". My love and I would be off to different schools, to different towns and to different lives. Each fall, as separation loomed, we promised that we would write to each other and that our love could weather the separation, but the noble promises rarely survived one or two feeble attempts to keep the flames of the summer romance fanned.

Sometimes (not very often) after the summer was over and we had resumed our normal lives, I would visit my summer lover. These visits were always a disappointment and only confirmed that summer lives (and loves) are very different from normal lives. We discovered that we did not have much in common, after all. Our friends, activities and interests were so different that, absent the commonality of summer, we had very little to share.

Eventually, reality set in and sadly, I recognized that the love-of-a-lifetime was over. To this day, however, I have each name inscribed on my heart. Regina, Naomi, Carol, Susan, Karen and Sally are names that will live with me forever, because these were my summer loves.

Even now, some 40 years removed from those carefree days, I still feel sadness and loss as summer turns to fall. I think of my summer romances and of the thousands of young people whose romances will soon be over despite valiant efforts to keep them alive. To this day, I feel the loss that they will soon feel.

...but that is in the past...or is it?

My name is Dennis Johnson, a 58-year-old man from Minnesota. I own a business, which provides consulting services to new and struggling businesses. It is true that I own the business, but I am the only employee. My staff is made up entirely of independent contractors who work out of their homes. This means that my business office is anywhere I happen to be, and with the ubiquitousness of wireless internet, that often means sitting on a park bench with my computer while people (girl) watching.

I divorced my wife, Julia, 15 years ago after our only son, Brien, turned 18. I grew tired of the way she babied him. At the rate he was going, he would be a dependent on Mommy and Daddy for years to come. Ever since Brien was born, Julia and I dreamed about traveling after Brien "left the nest". The dream faded with every dollar the kid squandered. He was (and still is) his mommy's baby boy and dependent upon her for almost everything.

As the time and distance from my domineering wife and needy son grew, so did my fortune. I took care of them, beyond even what the divorce court ordered, but not in the lifestyle that they would have liked. As a result, I was an outcast in my own family.

I have not had a romance (summer or otherwise) since my divorce. I have had sexual partners, just no romances. Last spring all that changed, and at 57 years old, romance again entered my life. To understand the story of this summer romance, it is necessary to go back about seven years, to the middle of a Minnesota winter.

Just before Christmas that year, I was surprised to read an article in the local newspaper announcing Brien's engagement to Tatiana Lakova, a woman from Russia. I figured some Russian babe was trying to get a permanent visa to stay in the USA and Brien was her ticket, but, since he was an adult, and would not take any advice if I offered it, it was none of my business.

I got another surprise when Tatiana called me one day soon after the first of the year and asked me if we could go out to dinner to get to know each other. She said that Brien was not interested in coming, but she felt it was important for us to become acquainted.

I was intrigued but suspicious; if she had ulterior motives in marrying Brien, she did not need to strike up a relationship with me. Still, she may have discovered that I was well off and could be using this opportunity to kill two birds with one stone: get her green card by marrying Brien, and build up a nest egg by getting friendly with me.

I did not know if she drove or not (hell, I did not know anything about her), so I suggested an upscale, quiet restaurant near her apartment.

When the date came for us to meet for the first time, I dressed business casual: starched white shirt with no tie, blue blazer and khaki slacks. I arrived a little early and while I waited, I tried to figure out what to talk about. If she wanted to buy business-consulting services, I would have had no problem, but this was my future daughter. Not only did I not know what to say, I was not convinced that this was not a set-up for a swindle.

When she walked into the dining room, I knew immediately it was Tatiana. When we talked on the phone, she said would be wearing a red dress. As the maître de directed her to our table, I took stock of the woman who would marry my son. She had a very pretty face and brown hair cut fairly short. She carried herself with confidence, and even though she was slightly overweight, the dress was a perfect style for her shape. It showed a lot of cleavage, but not enough to be "trashy". 

She appeared to be very tall, much taller than Brien was. As she came around a table, I noticed the four-inch heels that gave her additional height and made her legs and ass look very nice. 

She was attractive, but in a few years, if she were not careful, she would look like a Russian Babushka (just as wide as tall). I could not help smiling to myself thinking about how Brien would take it when her weight ballooned.

I stood as she arrived. She offered her hand and introduced herself as Tatiana Lakova. I took it, and in the style of the Europeans, kissed the back of her hand and introduced myself. She had a distinctive Russian accent, but it was very easy to listen to and understand; even a simple introduction sounded special.

After we sat down, I told her that her English was better than most of the other people in Minnesota. She laughed and I was enchanted. If this woman was genuine, she was far too cultured for my son. If she was playing a con, she was very good.

"Thank you, Mr. Johnson. I studied English since I was a child, and then I watched as much American TV as I could. I have always wanted to come to the USA and try it out with real Americans." 

Somewhere in the back of my head, an alarm bell went off, but I pressed on.

"Please, call me Dennis or Denny."

"What do other people call you?"

"Most people call me Dennis, but I was known as Denny when I was young."

"Then I would like to call you Denny, if it is alright with you."

A flashing sign that read "Caution" joined the alarm bell.

As I signaled the waiter, I said, "That suits me. Just don't call me what Brien's mother calls me: 'That miserable Son of a Bitch'." 

As the waiter arrived at the table, I asked what she wanted to drink. 

"Some wine, please?"

I am not a wine connoisseur, so I played it safe and ordered a bottle of the house wine, a Cabernet Sauvignon. When he brought it, we went through the tasting ritual, poured two glasses and left. "So tell me Tatiana, what brought you to the United States?"

"As I said, I have always wanted to visit here. I got the chance through a graduate exchange program between the University of Minnesota and Moscow State University. I was so excited when I got my visa. I came here last year and can remain in the United States as I am a part of the program." 

"What sort of program is it?" 

"When I finish, I will have an MBA in International Business. If I stick with it, I will be done in another year."

The sign in my head just upgraded to "Danger".

"You certainly run in different circles than Brien, how did you meet?"

"I honestly cannot tell you. My group of friends always seemed to go to the same places as Brien's group. I talked to him several times before I even knew his name. Then one evening we introduced ourselves and then started seeking each other out at the parties we attended. Finally, about six months ago, we went out for a real date, and we just clicked."

The alarm bells persisted, but the "Danger" sign in my head downgraded back to "Caution".

"What qualities attracted you to him?"

"Hmmm...well, I am sure you know that Brien is a little....well....excuse me for saying this, Mr. Johnson...ah, Denny. Brien is a little socially challenged. When he is with his friends, he is quite animated, but when he is around women, especially strong women, he is very shy. When we talked, he was so polite and attentive. I think he is quite a Mama's boy, but if he can tear himself away from her and start focusing on a wife and maybe a family, he will come out from her shadow and be a dynamic man."

She looked into her wine and then looked me straight in the eye. "Denny...No, for this it's Mr. Johnson. I think I know what you are thinking right now: a Russian woman, working on her MBA in the USA with a visa that will expire in another year, falls for a man who could be easily manipulated. Marriage means that she can stay in the States. On top of that the man's father is financially well off. By the way, Brien says filthy rich, but that comes from bitterness because you are not giving him a free ride through life. If I were in your place I would be suspicious, too."

She paused, as if to let me absorb what she was saying. She sipped her wine and continued, "You don't know anything about me. I could want to marry your son only to get a visa. I could be trying to get close to you to get at your money, but what you also don't know about me is my integrity. I love your son and I want the two of you to patch things up so that I can appreciate my husband and my father."

Another pause, "There, now you know everything about my motives."

That was it; I was smitten. This woman, despite being several years younger than Brien, could be the one to make my 26-year-old son an adult. The alarm bells silenced and the sign read, "All systems go". 

We finished dinner and had desert. Then we moved to the bar for a brandy and continued to get to know each other. It turned out to be one of the most interesting evenings I had spent in a long time. I offered to drive her home, but she wanted to walk, so I escorted her the two blocks to her door. When we got there, we talked more, in the cold. I did not want the evening to end, but when she invited me inside, I knew it would be better if I said good night.

The wedding was on Valentine's Day in the great room of Julia's house. (It used to be my house until the divorce.) It was very small affair, with only a dozen people present. I understand that there was a heated discussion about whether they were even going to invite me. Tatiana put her foot down and said if I was not invited, then they could count her out as well. (No one ever stood up to Julia before, and I was told that she did not take it well.)

Three months later, Tatiana was pregnant and Annika was born on their first wedding anniversary. Since she was married to an American and had a daughter who was an American, she could convert her visa from an educational visa to a conditional permanent resident visa. It was not the same as a green card, but she could stay in the USA as long as she was married to my son. 

My relationship with Brien and Julia continued to be strained, but over the next three years, Tatiana made sure that I was a part of Annika's life. Tatiana included me in all the major events in her life, and made sure Annika called me Grampy. 

Tatiana and I were sort of allies when it came to Julia the matriarch: Julia despised anyone who did not agree with her, and since Tatiana would not let anyone manipulate her, Julia had an immediate dislike for her: as for me, she hated me on principle.

If Mommy did not like someone, then, of course, her son was obligated not to like that person either, so Tatiana and Brien's marriage was always a shaky one. Although Julia was a very good grandmother, she was an instigator and constantly sewed discontent in their marriage. The only thing holding it together was Annika, but even that was not enough for the marriage to survive. Tatiana was (and is) a very conscientious mother, but she could not deal with two children (one of which was by that time 30 years old.) 

I was the only person in whom Tatiana could confide. We spent many warm Saturday afternoons sitting in the shallow end of my pool and talking while Annika splashed. Tatiana never recovered from the weight gain during her pregnancy, and Brien lost all interest in her. The more time Tatiana and I talked, the more enchanted I became. Her pretty face, extraordinary personality, her laugh and the way she made everyone feel special made the additional pounds insignificant. Her weight notwithstanding, there were times that I found myself fantasizing about her, and not in a way that is proper for a man to think of his son's wife. 

During our talks, we covered many topics, from her husband to her dreams. The one thing that she never talked about was her life in Russia. It was almost as if her life started when she came to the United States. 

Finally one afternoon in late summer, she told me that she was getting a divorce. I told her not to act in haste; I told her to take no action until she found out what a divorce would do to her immigration status. I found out that since she had been married for five years, she could make the conditional resident visa permanent. I also helped her take care of other things that might become issues during the divorce proceedings.

The marriage officially ended in divorce in early 2009. After the divorce, Tatiana and my four-year-old granddaughter moved to Miami where there was a thriving Russian community. She wanted Annika to learn to speak Russian and to learn about her culture. (Brien did not permit Tatiana to speak Russian when he was around. "This is America, damn it, so speak American.") She could not go back to Russia because Tatiana needed Brien's permission to take her out of the country. Permission, of course, that Brien refused to grant, so the next best option was to go to where the Russians were.

Once in Miami, Tatiana went to the Russian Consulate in Miami to grant Annika Russian citizenship so she would have dual citizenship. We looked into this before she left and while it might not mean anything, I felt that having the same citizenship as her mother might be of psychological benefit to Annika. 

We kept in touch with Skype, but I did not get a chance to see Tatiana or Annika after they left for South Beach. Brien and Julia flew to Miami several times, but I was always too busy to find the time.

That brings us to late March 26, 2010. It was an unseasonably warm day and I was at my normal park bench taking care of business and watching the girls pass by when my cell phone rang.

"Hello, this is Dennis."

"Denny, this is Tatiana. How have you been?"

"I have been good, but I miss my little Annika. How are things with you?"

"We both miss you, too. I am doing well. I am the manager of one of my friend's restaurants so I am finally making use of my education."

"That's great. When am I going to get a chance to see you two, or do I have to fly to Miami and make dinner reservations at your restaurant?"

"Well, actually, that is why I am calling you. I need your help."

"Anything", I replied. "What can I do?"

"Well, Brien reminded me that according to the divorce decree, now that Annika is five, she has to spend the summer with him. I am really not comfortable being here in Florida while she is in Minnesota. I can get a leave of absence from my job, but I need a place to stay for the summer, and I was wondering if you could try to find a place that I could rent for the summer."

"Rent a place? Why not stay here? I got two extra bedrooms, and you can have your own bathroom, so you and Annika can have privacy."

"Denny, are you sure it's okay? When we first met, I promised I would not impose myself on you."

"Tatiana, discussion is over. When will you be here?"

"Brien and I still need to settle that, but it will be around the first week in June for ten weeks. Annika will spend most of the time at Brien's, with some weekends with me, but I only need space for myself."

"Either way, you're welcome to stay any time for as long as you want."

We chatted for a few more minutes about Annika and about Tatiana's job.

"Denny, you're the best. I will be talking to you, and I am really looking forward to spending some time with my favorite father."

"Well I look forward to seeing my daughter and my granddaughter. I will talk to you later."

We hung up and I went back to studying the web optimization statistics of my most recent customer. I looked up just as a tall blonde walked by wearing a short, lightweight skirt. She was doing one of those power-walking things, and as she moved, her gait caused the skirt to flip up, which gave me a view of her powder blue thong. Ah! Summer was on its way.

As spring came into full force, the days got longer and warmer. The snow, which is so characteristic of Minnesota, was gone, replaced by green grass and budding trees. The girl watching was getting better, but I was unable to focus on that. Instead, I decided to make my home more comfortable for my summer guests by converting two bedrooms and a bath into a two-room guest suite. As the work progressed, I could not figure out why I was looking forward with such enthusiasm to the loss of my privacy for nearly three months.

Finally, the time came for Tatiana and Annika to arrive. Tatiana and Brien agreed that Annika was to be with Brien from June 1 until the middle of August. I convinced her to arrive before Memorial Day so Annika would have a chance to reacquaint herself with Grampy. I wanted to make sure that Annika's impression of me was favorable before she was exposed to Julia's toxic rhetoric.

I met them in the baggage claim area of the airport. It had been more than a year since I had seen either of them. A year ago, she was a defeated woman whose marriage had just failed. She was overweight and her hair was cropped short, not because the style favored her, but because she just did not care anymore.

I almost did not recognize them as they came down the escalator. Tatiana lost at least 20 pounds and was tanned and toned. It was obvious that South Beach (and divorce) agreed with her. Being from Russia (where is literally winter for half the year) and after living in Minnesota (which is almost as bad) she took full advantage of the sun. Her light brown hair was slightly longer than shoulder length and was streaked, either from the sun or from a talented hairdresser. Her skin was clear and she walked with her shoulders back. She certainly got herself together during the past year.


My Last Summer Romance Pt. 01



Annika had grown from a toddler into a little girl, complete with a backpack to carry her treasures. She walked, holding her mother's hand with all the confidence of any five-year-old I had ever seen. I was concerned that she might regard me as a stranger, since the only contact she had with me for the past year was over Skype.

When Tatiana saw me, she swept Annika into her arms and rushed towards me. She set Annika down, dropped her carry-on bag and gave me a hug that nearly squeezed the life out of me. 

"Oh, Denny, it is so good to see you again. Thank you for doing this for me."

"It is good to see you, too. I am so glad you knew that you could call me to help."

I was relieved that Annika recognized me. During the time waiting for their baggage and the walk to the car, she told me everything that happened since they left Miami. I heard about the turbulence and about the "old man" who threw up. I heard about the pretzels they served and that she sat in her own seat and did not have to sit on mommy's lap. She showed me the pilot wings she got and announced that she was going to fly airplanes when she got big.

I got them home and settled into the new suite I built. We had a great few days before the Brien picked her up for Annika's time with him. We spent a day at Valley Fair, a large amusement park, went to the Children's Museum and had several picnics in the park near my house.

Surprisingly, I really enjoyed having a little one running around the house, and I really enjoyed Tatiana's company. Each night after we got Annika settled in, we sat in the great room and sipped wine before turning in ourselves. It was almost as though she had been gone a few days instead of over a year. I did not realize how much I missed having someone else around the house for company.

Brien came by on Monday to pick up Annika and took her to Julia's house. (Brien lived in a dump and Tatiana refused to let Annika stay there.) With Annika gone, the house was empty and quiet and the mood was subdued. For several days, Tatiana acted quite lonely.

Gradually, however, as Tatiana became more comfortable staying in my house, I noticed that she started acting a bit differently and this is where my story really starts.

Chapter 2: Summer Begins

I love girl watching. The weather was warm on Tuesday, so I took the opportunity to sit at my favorite bench just inside a park known for its running and walking trails. It was a great day for watching and fantasizing about what a 57-year-old man would do with some of the attractive women who jogged and walked by.

I saw a trio of young (18-20 year-olds) on a brisk walk wearing short, flouncy skirts. As they walked, their hip actions caused the skirts to flip up, revealing two pair of thong panties and one pair of conventional, conservative white cotton panties.

A few minutes later, a jogger came by with the biggest rack I had seen in years. Despite a heavy-duty bra, her tits jiggled as she walked and it made me wonder how painful it must be.

Following her a few minutes later was a pair of joggers wearing small sports bras and tight running shorts. In my younger days, the police would have arrested them for being in public in their underwear, but thank goodness, social norms today are more liberal.

Later, a woman in a white bikini top and tight, white short-shorts approached with in-line skates. Her legs were toned and muscular. Her shorts pressed against her crotch and presented a nearly perfect camel-toe. I was starting to feel pressure in my pants as my cock began to swell. My eyes wandered up her flat, tanned abdomen to her chest, I could make out the faint outline of her dark areoles against the white fabric. The way everything fit, there was nothing left to the imagination.

"Hello, Denny. Getting any work done?"

I was shocked out of my admiration of this female form when I realized that I was staring at my daughter.

"Ahhh... Ahhh, no, I mean yes. I'm sorry; I was just thinking about a client and didn't notice it was you."

"I hate to break it to you Denny, but unless I am the client you were thinking of, you noticed. You were checking me out since I came around the bend back there. "

"Tatiana, I am sorry. You must think I am a pervert."

"Denny, I am teasing you. I'm glad you noticed. So, what do you think of the new me?"

"You look great. I can't believe the transformation! I saw right away that you lost weight and changed your hair, but...well you just look great."

"There was a time I would have called you a liar because you would have told me that no matter what. That is why I appreciated your stares a few minutes ago."

I looked her over again, as she tugged at her shorts, which enhanced the outline of her pussy against the clingy fabric of the shorts.

She sat down next to me and took a swig from a water bottle she carried with her. Some spilled on her the bikini top, rendering it nearly transparent and highlighting a magnificent breast with small, dark areolas and nipples.

"Florida seems to agree with you," I said.

"It does. When we moved there last year, I was a mess. It is no wonder that Brien lost interest in me. Lucky for me, I was able to get a job at a high-end restaurant in South Beach. I quickly learned that the women down there are not only good looking; most of them are smart, too. To make any money there, you need looks and brains." 

She took another gulp of water. "I was so depressed until someone told me that every woman has a hot body, you just need to clear away the clutter. So, I started exercising, lifting weights, running, roller-blading and eating right. This is the result."

"Well," I said, "it certainly paid off; although you know that to me you have always been beautiful."

"I know that, and I appreciate it. I just wanted to make a new start before I turn 30 next year."

"What are your plans, now that you are approaching the ripe old age of 30?"

I don't really know. I didn't tell you this, but I quit my job in Miami and moved out of my apartment. All my things are in storage. I realized it would be too hard to keep my obligations with the divorce decree now that Annika is five. There is no way I can advance within a company if I have to quit my job every spring and look for a new one on the fall. It isn't fair to my employer or Annika. I was thinking of trying to find something up here before fall and then find a place of my own. "

"Whatever you need, you can count on me; and as for moving into your own place, you have your own place right where you are. You and Annika are welcome to stay as long as you want or permanently."

She was obviously relieved and she leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek, but she missed and her lips briefly touched mine. It had happened so quickly, but it sent electricity through my body. I think it had an effect on her as well, because she lingered, her lips just inches from mine. I didn't know if she was deciding whether to kiss me again, or waiting for me to kiss her.

Then, the moment passed.

"Okay, Denny, I've got another ten miles or so to do. Meet you back at your house?"

"You will meet me back home. It is your home for as long as you want to stay." I don't think she heard me because she was already on her way, and I saw that she looked as good going away as she did coming towards me.

I got home before she did. I dropped my computer and papers in my office, which is next to the master bedroom, and looked out the window just as Tatiana skated home. Even from that distance, I could see that the sweat made her skin glisten. She stopped by the outdoor shower near the pool and let the cold water drench her. She toweled off, and even from this distance, I could see her dark areolas through the wet fabric of her bikini top. I stood back from the window and watched; once again, my cock started to press against my zipper as I checked out my daughter. Twice I thought I saw her looking up into my window. Was she checking to see if I was watching?

During dinner that evening, she wore what I would call men's jogging shorts: pretty short but loose. I could see her white panties through the loose fitting leg opening.

When she retired for the evening, she gave me a kiss, not on the cheek but on the lips. It was nothing passionate, but her lips tasted sweet and were so soft. I knew that the kiss would leave a lingering impression in my mind.

That night in bed, I could not get Tatiana out of my head. I tried to figure out if she was teasing me or if she was openly flirting with me. I threw back the covers and stroked my cock until it reached its full length. As I was devoting the full measure of my attention to my aching organ, there was a tap at the door, and before I could cover myself, Tatiana opened it. The light from the hall was like a spotlight on my aching cock. 

She mumbled an apology and backed into the hall, but did not close the door. She half hid herself behind the door and asked where she could find a light bulb. In the light, I could see that she wore only panties and a light tee shirt cut just below her tits. I could still see her legs and could also see that the tee shirt had pulled up, revealing most of her right breast. What I saw did nothing to relieve the raging hard-on I now had.

"Ah, give me a second and I will find one for you."

I pulled on a pair of running shorts and a tee shirt and, and tried to use my force of will to make my hard-on go down, but I was only partially successful. I walked to her room, sporting a half-erect organ. When I got to her room, the only light, the large overhead fixture was burned out. In my rush to get the room ready and furnished, I had not gotten around to buying any bedside lamps.

I found a bulb and climbed on a chair to replace it. Tatiana stood by the chair to steady it. In doing so, she was at eye level with my cock, which was still semi-hard. When the light came on, I looked down and could see both of her tits clearly as the hem of her shirt climbed over them as she reached up to take the burned out bulb from my hand. She also brushed her hand across my crotch. There was no way I could remain composed, and my cock immediately responded to the visual and physical stimulation. It occurred to me that the whole thing seemed contrived, and I decided that if I got hard, I got hard. I was not going to suffer from embarrassment for a natural physical reaction in the presence of a half-naked young woman.

When I finished replacing the bulb, I climbed off the ladder and she thanked me and kissed me on the cheek.

The next morning, I had breakfast meeting with a client. As came out of my room, I saw a naked Tatiana looking in the linen closet. I ducked back into an alcove and watched her from a distance of 15 feet or so. From where I stood, I could see that she was definitely not the same Tatiana who left Minnesota a year ago. Not only was she trim, but she was wonderfully toned, almost muscular. As she stood on her tiptoes to get whatever it was she needed, the muscles in her legs and ass were well defined. From the side her tits were almost triangular shaped: no sag or bulbous look of "manmade" breasts. I also notice that there were no tan lines. She obviously spent time outdoors in the nude, or at least, nude in the tanning salons.

When it appeared she found what she was looking for, I stepped back until I heard the door to her room close so she would not see me. Guilt consumed me over the way I was thinking about and gawking at my daughter, but at the same time, a healthy cock knows no guilt and it remained inflamed while I watched her. Any other time, I might have gone back into my room for a little handmade relief, but I was late for the appointment, and personal matters had to wait.

I got back home about 2:00 after a series of grueling presentations to potential clients. As I was coming in the door, I met Tatiana, who was just back from a jog. She wore a sports bra and tight compression shorts. Once again, her pussy lips created a camel toe that made me wonder if she was wearing underwear.

"Denny, you have been so good to me to let me stay here, let's go to the market so I can fix you dinner."

"That sounds like a great idea. I could use an afternoon off. I had a really tough morning."

"Then we have a deal; let's jump into the shower and...Ahh, that's not what I meant. I meant let's get cleaned up and head into town."

"Could we call that I Freudian slip?" I asked. For the first time since she had been here, I thought she looked flustered. If she were not so tanned, she would have been as red as a beat. She recovered quickly, however.

"No," she replied, "I don't think it was a Freudian slip, I usually mean what I say."

I began to wonder if this was more than banter between a father and daughter-in-law, maybe this was flirting between a man and a woman.

We went upstairs and went our separate ways to get ready. As the steaming water poured over my body, I had a hard-on that had been unsatisfied since Tatiana interrupted me the night before. I soaped up my cock, closed my eyes, and allowed the erotic images of women of my past to enhance the sensations. When the images of Tatiana came into my head, I mentally kicked myself for thinking of my daughter as I pumped my cock. As much as I tried to think of other women, they all ended up looking like her. I thought of her pussy against her shorts and the veiled look I got of her tits as the top she wore became wet and transparent. I thought of her body, silhouetted in the doorway and the way she brushed my cock the night before; I thought of the image of her searching the linen closet this morning. Mostly, however, I thought of how her lips felt as they grazed across mine.

I had not jacked off since Tatiana arrived more than a week before, and with the added tension of an orgasm delayed for hours, I could feel that this one would be big. As my hand raced over my organ, the familiar feeling started to build at its base. I tried to slow down the pace and extend the pleasure but it just felt too good to stop. Soon, I launched streams of cum against the tile of the shower stall.

I turned the water to a lower temperature to cool myself down. I stood under the stream and let the water wash over me in the hope of cleansing myself from the guilt of having Tatiana as my masturbatory fantasy and to wash my cum down the drain.

I dried off and decided to shave (for the second time in eight hours). I put on some of my better after-shave and dressed in khakis, a lightweight orange silk shirt and a pair of dock-siders.

The house has an open floor plan. The main features are a large kitchen, formal dining room, and a great room with a fireplace on the lower level. There is also a small sitting area off the entryway. The master suite is at one end of the second level. This also is where I have my office. On the other end of the second level are the guest rooms. When I learned that Tatiana was going to stay with me, I converted the two guest rooms into a guest suite so Tatiana and Annika would have their own private space with a private bathroom.

I came out of my room just about the time Tatiana came out of hers. Once again, I was taken aback by how good she looked. She wore a very short, red skirt that was really a pair of shorts. The color complemented her tanned, muscular legs perfectly. On top, she had a white form-fitting polo shirt trimmed in red; on her feet, pair of sandals with three-inch heals. She pulled her hair back and tucked through the back of a white Nike hat. A little eye make-up, which highlighted her brown eyes, completed the look.

"Please don't take this wrong", I asked, "but you have been here almost a week. Why am I just seeing how sexy you are?"

"It's no mystery. When I am around Annika, I dress like a mom. When I go out with a handsome man, I dress like a woman. I hope this is okay with you."

"Absolutely, it's okay. You look stunning."

She grabbed my arm and we went down the wide stairs arm-in-arm. I was secretly glad that I beat my meat in the shower, or I would have sported a hard-on all afternoon.

We drove over to the farmers market, but being so late in the day, and so early in the season, there was not much of a selection, so we went to a high-end grocery store. Like most stores, the air conditioning was set so low that it was almost chilly inside. I grabbed a shopping cart, and as I turned, I saw that Tatiana's nipples were hard and quite noticeable through her shirt. She obviously was not wearing a bra. Again, I marveled at how she had changed in just over a year. 

For the menu, she decided on something from her former restaurant in Miami: broiled prawns wrapped in bacon with jerk seasoning, roasted new potatoes and an avocado and sweet onion salad. We also picked up some staple items and we were on our way back. On the ride home, I asked her, since we were already dressed up, if she wanted to do something; we could drop the stuff at the house and take in dinner and a movie. She thought about it for a second.

"That's a great idea, we can go home, I can cook you dinner and then we can order a movie."

"That is not exactly what I meant..."

"I know what you meant, but I want to do this for you and now that my separation anxiety over Annika has subsided and I feel so relaxed, so I think I would like a quiet evening at home with an adult...I mean, if it is okay with you."

"Being home alone with a pretty girl is always a good option as far as I am concerned."

We got home about 4:00 and there was a fax on the machine. (I have one customer who refuses to switch to email.) As always it was urgent, so I told Tatiana I needed to do a couple of things before we ate. She told me that we could eat around 7:00 and asked if that would give me enough time.

While I went to work to figure out why the client's web site was down, I heard Tatiana clattering in the kitchen below. It felt very good to be sharing my house with someone after living alone for nearly 15 years.

The time passed quickly and I wrapped things up by 6:00. I went downstairs to lend a hand and stopped short when I walked into the kitchen. Tatiana was wearing athletic shoes, ankle high socks, and a huge Utah Jazz basketball jersey emblazed with the number 47 and the name Kirilenko on the back. It came down almost to her knees and I could see through the huge armholes that she had no bra; her young firm tits were on display. The jersey was so long that I could not tell if she was wearing shorts (or anything else) underneath.

I stared for several moments as each movement she made confirmed that she had the nicest tits I had ever seen in real life. I knew from my accidental glimpses and from my voyeurism this morning, that they were not large, probably a B-cup, which is about as large as I like. From the side I could see just a little of her areolas. Her nipples were not hard, or at least not hard enough to make an impression on the heavy material.

I cleared my throat so I would not startle her and to give her a chance to find a cover-up if she was so inclined.

She turned, wiped off her hands, came over to where I was standing and gave me a big hug. "Oh, Denny, this is a great kitchen. I am going to love cooking here this summer, and it is so nice to cook for an adult instead of fussy children."

"Children? What do you mean by 'children'?"

"Well, I count Brien as a child. He doesn't like anything with mushrooms, and he claimed he had an allergy to green pepper. Fish was out of the question, unless I served frozen fish sticks. Heaven help me if I put curry or cayenne in a dish. It made it very difficult to be creative. Annika is a much better eater than Brien ever was."

She broke the embrace and said, "I hope you don't mind what I am wearing. I like to be comfortable when I cook. In fact, if it were not for the danger off hot splatters, I would cook in the nude."




My Last Summer Romance Pt. 01



"Well you almost are cooking in the nude." I tugged a little at the armholes of the jersey. "You are on display."

"I'm sorry, I'll go change. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

"No, don't change. I just wanted you to know that I could see more than you might want to show your old father. Personally I am enjoying the view."

"Good. Dinner will be ready in about an hour. Since you're done working, maybe we could sit and have a glass of wine before I put dinner under the broiler."

As I mentioned before, I am not much of a wine connoisseur; I know that red wine is for meat and white wine is for fish, but I have no idea why. Apparently, Tatiana found a bottle of Pinot Grigio in a cabinet and put it in the freezer to chill. She removed the bottle and opened it with the expertise of a sommelier. She poured two glasses, handed one to me and walked ahead of me into the great room with the other glass and the bottle.

We sat together on the sofa and sipped the wine. I had a great view of her tits from the side and was somewhat disappointed when she turned to face me. That disappointment lasted only a few seconds, when she tucked her right leg under her left, giving me an unrestricted view of her crotch. I was able to confirm that she wore no shorts or panties under the jersey. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and shaved along the bikini line. I also saw that she had plump outer lips and very prominent inner lips, something that I just love on a woman.

"Denny, if I ask you something will you tell me the absolute truth, even if you think it will embarrass you or me?"

"That is a loaded question, but I will try."

"No, try is not good enough. I need your promise that you will tell me the truth."

"Okay, you have my promise, what do you want to ask me?"

"Do you find me desirable?"

"That's an easy one. Yes, any man that didn't would have to be blind, gay or crazy."

"That's not what I mean. Do you, Denny Johnson, think that I, Tatiana Johnson, am sexy and desirable?"

"That's not a fair question; I am your father."

"No you are not my father. You were my father-in-law. Now you are just a man whom I admire and respect, so it is a fair question, but let me ask it another way: when you were jacking off in the shower earlier this afternoon, were you thinking of me?"

I nearly spit my wine out of my mouth.

"How did you know...What...How?" 

"I am very sorry if what I am about to say makes you angry, but when we were getting ready this afternoon, I came into your room. The bathroom door was slightly open and I looked in and saw you. I was naked, and hoped you would see me. When you didn't, I almost got into the shower with you, and help you take care of your "problem", but I didn't want to be presumptuous."

She continued: "So, Denny, let me ask you again, when you were jacking off in the shower earlier this afternoon, were you thinking of me?"

"Well, yes. I am sorry, but I needed relief and the way you were dressed when I saw you rollerblading, and last night with the light bulb, and then this morning when you were looking in the linen closet ...I just couldn't get you out of my mind. So yes, if you want honesty, I was thinking about you when I was masturbating in the shower."

There was a slight pause as we sipped our wine. Then I asked, "So now, let me ask you something, and I want the absolute truth, even if you think that it will embarrass you or hurt me. I need to know: are flirting with me, or are you teasing me, or are you naturally this open about sex and nudity."

Then, almost as on cue, a timer went off in the kitchen and she jumped up to put the prawns under the broiler. On one hand, I was relieved that I did not hear an answer I might not like, but on the other hand, I was beginning to view Tatiana as an attractive woman and not the mother of my granddaughter. It had been a long time since I was with a woman, especially one as young and sexy as she. 

Dinner was great, and as we savored espresso from a machine I bought several years ago, but never used, she resumed her questioning. 

"Okay, Denny, same rules. You have to tell me the truth. Okay?"

"No, not okay. We have a question on the floor. Before dinner, I asked you if you are flirting with me, if you are teasing me, or if you are naturally this open about sex and nudity. You did not answer."

She gave an exasperated grunt. "God, men are so dense, it's a wonder the human species still exists. I assure you that I am not teasing you, at least not in a mean way. Am I flirting? Most definitely. Am I naturally this open about nudity? Not usually, unless it is in the confines of my 'safety zone'. So, there you have the answer to the question you asked before dinner. Not only am I flirting with you, I'm throwing myself at you because I know you would not make any advances towards me. "

She took a sip of wine. "It doesn't surprise me that you were oblivious to my flirting. It just shows how wonderful you are. You would never think of making a pass at me because of the man you are."

"Except when I jack off in the shower."

"Well yes, except when you jack off in the shower. That's why I'm sitting here talking to you about this; I want to get this out in the open."

"Okay Tatiana, let me ask you one more thing. What do you want...from life, from me? What would make you happy?"

"From life, I want happiness for Annika. If I can raise a daughter that is curious, and independent, and happy, then my life is a success. From you, I want two and a half months. I want you to be open with me so I can be open with you. I want you to know how I feel so I can openly tell you how I feel. Where ever life takes me in the next 50 years, and you take me in the next ten weeks, I will be contented."

She looked at me with what I could only describe as bedroom eyes. "Did I overstep the line?"

"No, I don't think so. As a minimum, I will be in your life because of Annika. Whatever happens beyond that....well, let's just play it as it comes."

This was almost too much to comprehend. I never had anyone "throw themselves" at me. I must admit my ego, as well as another part of me, puffed up over the thought of someone like Tatiana desiring me.

"Now it's your turn, Denny. What do you think of nudity?"

"I think it is up to the person. Before you came, I would often get naked in the evening and watch TV or read. I liked the freedom of not wearing anything."

"Why did you stop?"

"Well, I have you as a guest. Some propriety is in order."

"Okay, what if your guest was naked, too? Would you feel free to get naked?"

"Tatiana, this is getting sort of uncomfortable for me. I just don't know what to say."

"Hmm, I understand. Let me ask you a different question. If you were sitting here with an attractive, desirable woman, who was not related to you in any way and she suggested that you both get naked and make love, would you? Remember, you promised to tell the truth."

I mentally looked around for an avenue of escape. These questions were questions I had asked and answered myself, but saying them aloud to Tatiana was very different. 

I promised to tell the truth, so I did. "Yes, if I was seated in front of an attractive, desirable woman, who was not related to me in any way, who asked me to get naked and make love to her, I would, but that is not the case here. You are attractive and desirable, but we ARE related. You are my daughter."

"Denny, get over it. When my marriage ended, the daughter/father-in-law relationship ended, too. So, you find me attractive, desirable and, no matter what you say, we are unrelated." With that, she smiled, pulled her arms inside the jersey, stood up and removed it. She was naked (except for her shoes). 

Her body was magnificent. I had seen most of it in little peeks here and there, and at a distance, but now I could openly look at and study her body, and the total package was something out of the most sophisticated magazine. Her tits were small without any sag. As I suspected, her areolas were about the size of half dollars with small but prominent nipples. Her well-defined abdomen showed the hint of "six-pack" abs. Her hips were slim but very feminine without being boyish. Her ass matched her hips: small but well-defined and very feminine.

"Okay, I am not related to you, I am naked and asking you to get naked and make love to me."

As I looked, speechless, I knew that I wanted her. I also knew that there would be hell to pay if anyone found out. Julia would think I was cheating on her, even though we divorced 15 years before. I could not imagine what Brien's reaction would be...me sleeping with his wife. In their eyes, taking Tatiana to my bed would be some combination of incest, adultery and cradle robbing brought on by male menopause. This would certainly not end well. Yet there I was.

I reached out and ran my finger from along her rib cage and down to her waist. Her skin was so soft and smooth. I wrapped my arms around her naked body and kissed her as I have never kissed anyone before. The kiss was deep and cleansing. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths. The kiss made all troubles and doubts go away. The kiss removed all concerns about my son and my ex-wife. The kiss was the kind that could only lead to one thing.

She pulled away and unbuttoned my shirt slowly but with confidence and purpose. There was no fear in her eyes and no concern about what our actions would mean for the future. She slid the shirt off my shoulders and ran her fingers through the salt-and-pepper colored hair on my chest. 

Then she unbuckled my belt and unfastened the button and zipper on the khakis that I put on shortly after flooding my shower with cum a few hours before. She slid my pants and briefs down my legs and I stepped out of them. My cock popped straight up, as hard as it has been in a very long time. I held her again, our naked bodies touching for the first time. 

"Tatiana, I am certainly not a young man anymore and can never be in the physical shape that you should expect. I hope you are not disappointed."

"Denny, sit down." I did and she sat facing me, straddling me with her pussy just inches from my cock and her small tits just a little bit out of the reach of my hungry tongue.

She took my face in her hands. "Denny, I have wanted this since we first met, before Brien and I got married. You were polite and considerate. I knew you were suspicious of my motives for marrying him, but you took me at my word; you trusted me. When you walked me home after dinner in the freezing cold, you took your time and didn't rush. I felt as though you did not want the evening to end. I know I didn't."

She ran her hands across my shoulders and down my arms. "When we were at my door and you kissed me on the cheek, I felt my pussy get wet. Inside my head, I screamed, 'take me; just say the word and I am yours'. Every time I had sex with Brien, I thought about you. I will never forget the night that Annika was conceived. At that moment, I knew that I had become pregnant and I closed my eyes, thought of you, and wished it were you on top of me. I wanted it to be you who put her life into me. Maybe that is why I think it is so important that you and Annika know each other."

She wiped a tear from her eye. "This is not a spur of the moment fling. If you feel I am seducing you, then it is a seduction six years in the making. That is why I don't care who knows or what the consequences are. I want you and have wanted you since the moment we met."

I looked at her. Her brown eyes were moist. She was quite a woman. I knew that there was no turning back. "I hope I can meet your expectations. It would be a shame to wait six years and then be disappointed. I am sort of rusty on what to do next. Shall we move to my bedroom?"

"Yes, eventually, but I am living a fantasy that tonight will become reality. I want us to start making love right now by sitting here with you, and ordering a sexy movie. While we watch, I want play with your cock while you play with my pussy and tits. I want us to watch the movie and make out. I want to get up occasionally, walk to the kitchen, and get more wine so I can display my body for you. I want you to get up and walk to the kitchen for more snacks so you can display yours for me. Then, when it is time for bed, I want to walk hand-in-hand up the stairs to your room. I want this first time to last as long as possible; after all, I have been thinking about it for six years."

And that was exactly what we did, I threw a sheet over the leather couch so our naked bodies would not stick to it, and sat hip to hip, with my arm over her shoulders, and hers over my left thigh as we searched for a pay-per-view movie. We decided on what they call "Heart-core porn", or couples porn. The movie was loaded with sex scenes, but also had a story line that focused on the pleasure of the women instead of the man. We watched a well built, and well-hung, stud give the woman a full body, erotic massage. I could tell that Tatiana was into it, because she unconsciously massaged me in the same rhythm as the characters massaged each other. 

As I watched the movie, it had occurred to me that a massage was the greatest form of foreplay there was. I could pay total attention to the most intimate regions of this woman's body, study every curve, and read her response to every stimulus and act upon her response. 

A few months before, I slipped on the ice and hurt my back. The doctors prescribed massage therapy. I had a masseuse come in three times a week, and rather than have her drag her table around with her, I bought a professional table. As it happened, the table was still set up in my bedroom.

The movie ended at about 10:30 and I asked Tatiana if she would like the same kind of massage as the man gave the woman. 

"I would love it." We walked hand in hand up the stairs to my bedroom. I threw a clean sheet over the leather table and lifted her naked body onto it. I had her lay on her stomach and offered her a sheet to cover herself.

"Denny, you have seen everything I have; this is no time for modesty."

I admit to knowing nothing about Tatiana's sex life before she came to the US or after she and Brien split, but for some reason, I wanted to make sure that I was a better lover than my son was. I wanted this to be a very special night for her.

I started with her feet. They were small and delicate. I put massage oil in my hands, stroked her heels, and put pressure on the soles of her feet. I worked it between every toe and then, as she held the lower part of her leg perpendicular to the floor I took her calf and shin in my hands, using gentle pressure to stroke her legs from her toes to her knees. Before every downward stroke, I squeezed her feet.

I was amazed at how muscular her thighs were. She spread them slightly to give me easier access to her inner thighs. My reward was a very good view of a pussy with very prominent inner lips. They were long, thick, and they actually rested on the table when she spread her legs. I felt like stopping and taking them into my mouth, but I resisted the temptation and rubbed oil into the taught skin of her thighs. As I moved my hands closer to the top of her legs, I barely brushed her trimmed pussy and lips, which seemed to pulse with her heartbeat. I know she expected me to move to her ass, but instead I went to the head of the massage table.

Tatiana had her head nestled in the head support at the end of the table with her arms lying at her side. When I approached her head, she looked up and asked if that was it. I told her that we were just getting started and to relax and enjoy what I hoped would be a sensual experience.

The table was slightly higher than waist high. From the head-end of the table, I gently worked the scented oil into her shoulders and back, to the very top of her ass. I made a conscious effort to avoid the obvious erogenous zones, and focused more on the areas of her body that were not associated with sex. I paid attention to her earlobes and to the area under her arms and around her shoulders.

I did not notice that my cock, which was as hard as it has ever been, came just under the headrest of the table, and into her line of site each time I moved my hands down her back. I almost fell on top of her when she playfully grabbed it and rubbed my pre-cum down my shaft. She asked me to put some of the oil into her hands so she could fondle me cock while I worked on her back. Her hands were soft and as she put pressure on my cock, it seemed natural to thrust into her hands with the movement of my hands across her back. 

Reluctantly, I moved back to the foot of the table, giving up for the moment the sensations of having her play with my cock. Her pussy glistened in the subdued light, not from the oil, but from her own juices. I placed my thumbs at the bottom of her cheeks, where her thighs meet her butt, and pulled my hands apart. This opened her up, giving me a full view of her asshole and the folds of her ample pussy lips. I made sure that I did not touch either the outer or the inner lips. Yes, it was torture, but that was the plan...to make this evening last as long as possible.

Finally, I asked her to roll over onto her back. As she got comfortable, I took a moment to appreciate what I saw before me. Her eyes were closed and her face was the picture of contentment. Her breasts compressed slightly but did not sag to the side. Her hard nipples pointed straight to the ceiling. Her breathing made her chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm, which told me she was completely relaxed and comfortable with the course of events.

"Comfortable?" I asked.

"Ummm", she replied.

I moved up to the head to the table and gently caressed her face. I did not massage it as such, just light touches with my fingers and the backs of my hands. I gently rubbed her neck and her chest, above her breasts and slowly brought my hands to her sides and down to her waist. Then, finally, agonizingly, I raked her areoles and nipples with the backs of my fingers. Her nipples became nearly as hard as my cock. (While I was torturing her, I was also torturing myself.) 

I dribbled more of the oil over each breast. Her breasts were small enough that my hand covered them totally. I came up from the sides with two fingers and circled her areolas. Then I tweaked each one between my index and middle finger. She took a sharp breath when I touched her sensitive nipples.

I took one nipple, then the other into my mouth for the briefest of moments and gently sucked. This time she responded with a low moan.

I reluctantly let loose of her nipple and went down to the foot of the table. I put more oil on her thighs and rubbed from her knees up towards her waist. As my thumbs reached her crotch, I gently separated her lips to expose her most private parts.

Then, there was nothing left to do. I spent an hour pampering and touching a woman who a few days ago, was untouchable. 

I came up to the head of the table and gently kissed her lips. She responded by opening her mouth and inviting me to explore it with my tongue. 

I wanted to give her one more chance to reconsider what would come next. "Do you want to move to my bed or your own?"

"Can we move to our bed?"

I went to the bed and pulled down the single blanket, then lifted her gently onto the cool white sheets. I got on the bed beside her, and kissed her again. I ran my left hand from her right armpit to her hip. I kissed my way down her neck to her breasts and I sucked and fondled them. She let out low moans, and her nipples hardened even more. I kissed her tummy, paying close attention to her perfect belly button. Finally, I reached the object of my quest: her plump wet pussy.

As I planted gentle kisses around her mons and outer lips, she pushed my head away.




My Last Summer Romance Pt. 01



"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You don't need to do that. I just...well it's kind of gross, especially for you."

"What do you mean?"

"God, Denny, my pussy is ugly and...I don't know...I asked Brien to do it once and he got so grossed out that I thought he was going to puke."

"Well, you confirmed it...my son is an idiot. Are you telling me that no one has ever eaten your pussy before?"

"Well, no, never."

"First, I think your pussy is a thing of beauty. It was all I could do not to eat you out when you were on the massage table. I think eating pussy is one of the greatest joys of sex, and I want to eat yours, right now. Remember, you made me promise to tell you the truth, and the truth is I love the way your pussy looks and I would love to show you what you have been missing."

"Are you sure? I just don't want you to gag."

"If I start to gag, I will quit, Okay?"

"Okay."

With that crawled back between her legs and began the very pleasant task of letting Tatiana know the joys of having her pussy eaten.

I started out slowly, gently kissing her outer lips and mons. I did not want to "jump right in" until she had a chance to enjoy and savor the sensations. She was very tense at first and seemed self-conscious. How my idiot son could be so insensitive to the needs and pleasure of his wife was more than I could comprehend. Gradually, I could feel the tension go out of her body, so I repositioned her so her legs were over my shoulders. This tilted her pussy up slightly and gave me access to her asshole. With my arms in this position, I could also reach her tits with my hands.

I took a tentative swipe with my tongue to open up her ample lips. To my surprise, they opened up quite naturally, almost like a butterfly's wings. Again, I could feel the tension in her body. I believed she was enjoying the attention that I was paying to her most intimate regions, but she was obviously not accustomed to it. I proceeded slowly, gauging her reactions. I did not use my tongue aggressively. In fact, I used my lips more than my tongue, kissing her between her lips. I worked my self higher until I discovered her clit. I kissed it to "coax" it out from behind its hood.

During this time, I caressed her breasts and squeezed and pulled on her nipples in syncopation with the movements of my tongue and teeth.

Tatiana was beginning to react positively to the experience. He body relaxed and she began to verbalize with "Oh's" and "Ah's".

I took one inner lip, then the other into my mouth and pulled. I wanted to let her know that I found them to be sexy and attractive. I wanted her to know that her pussy turned me on. (Although truthfully, I have never met a pussy I didn't like.)

As it became apparent that she was enjoying it, I used my tongue more aggressively. I lapped at her clitoris and sucked it gently in my mouth. I then stuck it into her vagina and moved it like a soft (albeit short) cock.

It did not take long before her movements and vocalizations indicated that she was about to have an orgasm; what I hoped would be the first of many. Her juices were flowing like a river, and I did the best I could drink in her sweet elixir. 

Then in a sudden rush, she let out a sustained moan, arched her back, clamped her legs around my head and pulled me into her crotch with her hands. I was actually having trouble breathing as she reached her climax.

She eased up slightly, and started clawing at my back. "Please, your cock...in me... please... please... Now...NOW!"

I obliged and as her lips opened up and as soon as I entered her, she came again. She let out another groan that in any other context would have indicated pain. I rode her as best I could as wave after wave overtook her. Finally, after what seemed like three or four more orgasms, she came down while I continued a slow in and out motion to let her relax a bit.

"Oh, my god; oh my god; oh my god; OH MY GOD! That was so good."

I had not cum yet, and paced myself, knowing that once I did, I would be done for the night. With my cock still impaled in her pussy, I kissed her deeply and passionately, and then I took her right breast in my mouth and pulled on in with my teeth.

"More, Denny, I need more."

Always one to oblige a woman, I placed her legs over my shoulders so her knees were almost up by her shoulders. I made hard aggressive thrusts, and I felt her pelvis crash against mine as I buried myself to the hilt.

Every thrust brought a moan (or maybe I should say a grunt). She came at least once more, but without the strength of the first orgasms. (I was not familiar enough with her body to know exactly.)

Then it was my turn. I felt a familiar feeling at the base of my cock that began radiating inwards and outwards. I tried to slow the pace, knowing that once I came, I would be done for the night. The more I slowed up, the more intense the feeling in my groin became. Finally, I could hold back no longer.

"I'm cuming! Do you want me to pull out?"

"No! No! In me! Cum inside me!"

Then she grabbed my ass as if to prevent me from pulling out. There was no need to do that as I thrust deep inside her and I felt my cock spasm again and again. I had never cum with such intensity. I became weak and nearly collapsed on her. I was spent.

I rolled while holding Tatiana to try to stay inside her as we lay on our sides. She opened her eyes, smiled and said, "That was worth a six-year-wait. I knew from the moment I met you that you would be a great lover." 

As my cock slipped out of her pussy, we turned and lay on our backs. I casually fingered my new lover's pussy; it fascinated me, and could not get enough of her ample, puffy inner lips. I gently pulled and rolled her flesh, slick with my cum, between my fingers.

"So, you do like my pussy. God, and all these years I thought I was a freak. When you went down there and started eating me, I was so embarrassed, but you really like it?"

"Of course I do. I've always been fascinated with pussies. If you look on my computer, I have hundreds of pictures of pussies. Almost all have big thick inner lips, just like yours."

"Really, can I look sometime?"

"Anytime, but if I can have the real thing, why settle for pictures?"

"I would have never thought it of you, Denny. I would have thought you to be a tit man. You were always trying to sneak peeks down my blouse, even when I was fat and ugly. But, it turns out, you are a pussy man."

It occurred to me that she was still very self-conscious of her body: that when she looked in the mirror, she saw the old Tatiana and not the new one. "Maybe, but I can tell you that I am certainly a 'Tatiana's pussy man' and a 'Tatiana's tits man'. Having you in my bed...I cannot believe my good fortune."

I sat up and as I fondled her tits, I described to her how I saw them. I traced circles around her areolas with my finger, and lightly tweaked her nipples. I traced down the midline of her torso until I reached the cleft of her slit. I gently forced her legs open and caressed her ample labia while I told her how her pussy turned me on. I could see my cum making its way out of her pussy; it was an incredibly erotic sight. Then I surprised myself when I realized I was hard again and ready for more.

Without a further word, I climbed on top of her. She was still very wet from the combination of our juices so I slid in with ease. She let out a contented sigh as I commenced a slow pace. I looked down and as pulled back, it looked as though I was pulling her vagina inside out, and then returning everything in place as I pushed in.

I reached under her and grabbed her ass. I put pressure with my ring finger against her rectum, using the flow of her juices and my cum as lubrication. I slipped my finger in her ass and put upward pressure against the membrane separating her vagina from her colon. I could feel my cock moving inside her. I pressed harder and forced more contact between my cock and her clit.

The affect was immediate and dramatic. She came again in a series of two or three small orgasms.

Once again, I felt my own climax building, but this time I did not ask, as I shot my second load in less than two hours into her.

I rolled off and pulled her with me so she was lying on top of me. I caressed her hair and traced my fingers over her cheek and jaw line. 

"God, Tatiana, you are a beautiful and remarkable woman. I have never cum twice in such quick succession."

She bent down and kissed me, opening her mouth to accept my tongue just as I accepted hers. 

When we broke the kiss, she looked me in the eyes. "Denny, time for the truth again...Would you have accepted my advances if I was still fat and ugly?"

"Are you sure you want the truth?"

She paused for a moment. "Yes, I do."

"Tatiana, if you would have done the same things you did in the past few days... you know the way you dressed and the idea of being naked...if you would have done those things when you looked the way you looked a year ago, we would be in the same place right now. My cum would still be dripping out of your pussy, and I hope you would have had the same contented look as you do right now."

"I do believe that is the truth. Can I sleep with you tonight? I mean, I know I said 'our bed' but I won't hold you to that."

"This bed is yours tonight and every night."

With that, I turned off the light, pulled up the covers and we slept together for the first of many summer nights.



My Last Summer Romance Pt. 02



Chapter 3: The summer heats up

When I woke up the next morning, I was spooned against my naked daughter, the mother of my only granddaughter. My cock was nestled in the crack of her ass, my left hand fingered her pussy, and my right arm wrapped around her neck with my hand over her breast. 

I looked at the bedside clock and saw that it was nearly 10:00. I wondered how I could have slept so late, until I realized that we did not get to sleep until after 3:00.

I propped myself up and looked at Tatiana, who was still sound asleep. I thought about waking her, but decided, instead to make some coffee and collect my thoughts. I looked for my pants and realized that they were probably still on the floor next to the couch in the great room. Well, I thought, maybe this is the time to stay naked, so I padded down the stairs and into the kitchen. While the coffee brewed, I cleaned up the kitchen from the night before and thought about all that happened last night, and what it all meant.

Last night was certainly the best night of sex I had ever had, and cuming twice in less than two hours was quite uncommon for me. With my ex-wife, Julia, once was her limit. If I wanted more, I was welcome to find a magazine and fend for myself. With my other sexual encounters, once I came, it was time for them to go.

Tatiana was different in so many ways. She was as beautiful on the inside as on the outside. She was passionate and loved to be loved, but I have no doubt that she would abandon her sexual desires and needs if it meant a better life for my granddaughter, Annika. In some ways, that is what made her so attractive: respect for her obligations. As for sex, to her it was a precious gift. I doubt that Brien (my son and her ex-husband) understood this. Although I had no proof, I was sure that Brien was a selfish lover, and did not care if Tatiana was satisfied.

As I stood at the counter, waiting on the coffee, I felt a naked body against mine and a hand reached around and cradled my balls.

I turned and faced her. She had washed her face, combed her hair and looked as sexy as I had ever seen her. Of course, no matter what the future held, my image of her would never be the same given the events of the past 12 hours.

I wrapped my arms around her and told her I was taking the rest of the week off and we could do anything she wanted.

"For right now, can we just talk?"

I know enough about women to know that "can we talk" is never a good sign, but what else could I say?

"Sure, let's get some coffee and go in the other room."

I sat on the sheet that still covered the couch and expected her to sit beside me, but she did not. Instead, she chose a chair that sat next to the couch. 

As we settled in, I asked, "Am I going to like what we are going to talk about?"

She gave me a serious look and said, "I hope so." She took a sip of coffee and deep breath.

"Denny, I don't know when I have enjoyed myself more than last night. I fantasized for six years about what it would be like to be with you, and the reality was so much better than the fantasy. We said things and promised things that maybe, in the light of day, we might have said in haste and we might feel differently today. I want you to know that I meant every word of what I said, but I also want you to know that I will not hold you to anything you said in the heat of passion."

Inwardly I was torn. Was she giving me the option to backing out of our blossoming relationship, or was she sending me a message that she wanted to back off?

"I am going to answer your question honestly but you need to promise to answer mine just as honestly, okay?"

"Of course. I've have never lied to you and never will."

"Okay, here goes. You were correct last night when you said that I was always trying to catch a glimpse of your tits. I always found you to be very attractive and...what was the word you used yesterday? Desirable. I remember seeing you breast feeding Annika, and I admit I got excited. Did I think I would ever have you as a lover? Of course not. I thought I would go through life just catching glimpses of your tits, and maybe a glance under your skirt, because I would never jeopardize my relationship with you by coming on to you. That is why I am so glad that you took the initiative."

I took a sip of coffee; I wanted to make certain there was no misunderstanding. "So, here, in the clear light of day, without any distractions except your terrific body, let me say this. You and Annika may consider this your home for as long as you like. I offered my bed to you last night, and I offer it to you again. It is yours. You can sleep with me every night, or you can come whenever you feel like it. We don't even need to have sex. Just being close to you is more than I could have dreamed. Does that answer your question?"

"Yes, it does."

"Now it is my turn. Tell me honestly, what do you think about what happened last night? Do you have any regrets? Because if you do, we can go back to a more traditional father/daughter-in-law relationship. You can still stay as long as you want, and this will always be your home."

"Well, if it okay with you, I would just as soon sleep with you and be your lover, at least until you get tired of me." "I don't think that will ever happen. Now that that is settled, let's get in the shower and go out for breakfast...or lunch."

Once again, hand in hand, we ascended the stairs naked and, like last night, we turned right to go to my room. We stepped into the huge shower that dominated my bathroom, and stood under the flow of water. Before we did anything else, we kissed. 

Each kiss that I have given to or received from Tatiana has been different. This one had passion, but also patience that comes from knowing we have all the time we want: that the exploration and appreciation of each other's bodies do not have to be frantic and rushed. 

As we clung together, I grabbed the soap and began washing her back and shoulders. I moved lower, put the bar between the cheeks of her ass, and reached for her pussy from behind. I made sure that all the folds got equal attention, and then I backed away and went to work on her front side. Then she returned the favor, taking my balls in her hands and kneading them between her fingers. My cock was beginning to come to attention as she pulled the foreskin back. She worked up a real lather making sure my cock was clean. Then she held my balls with her left hand and, with the soap, worked on my asshole, inserting one of her small fingers a couple of times. 

We got out and I wrapped the big white bath towel around both of us. Again, I felt the pleasure of her naked skin against mine. I lifted her up onto the vanity so I could dry her pussy and so I could look and play with it.

"As you say, in the clear light of day, do you really like my pussy or do you think it is gross? I know what you said last night, but I think you would have said anything at that point."

"I love that you have long and puffy lips; they are so sexy and I can prove it. I can show you pictures on my computer. I have a whole directory of women who have big, beautiful lips. Do you want me to prove it to you?"

"Yes, prove it."

We walked, naked, from the bathroom into my office. I fired up the computer and went to my favorites. As we waited, she stood behind my chair with her tits touching each shoulder, while she ran her fingers through the hair on my naked chest. Finally the computer booted up and I looked for a directory of downloads. I opened it there were hundreds of pictures of women with large labia. 

She came around the chair, sat on my lap and scrolled through the long list of downloads. There were poses of women lying down, squatting, bending over and sitting. Some were doing nothing; some were pulling and stuffing their pussies.

"I guess you're right. The lips on some of these women put mine to shame. I notice that most of them are bald down there. Is that what you like?"

"I love your pussy."

"That's not what I asked. What do you prefer: natural, trimmed or shaved? You have to tell the truth."

"Your pussy lips are so fat and luscious; it seems a shame to hide anything that wonderful behind hair. I think I would like to see you shaved."

"I have never shaved it totally bare before. I shaved my bikini line and kept the hair quite short. I'll have to think about it."

"You don't need to shave to make me happy. I love your pussy no matter if you are shaved, trimmed or natural, but if you decide to do it, I will help." After a playful grab at my semi erect cock, Tatiana left my office and walked to her room. Her clothes were still there and if we were going out to breakfast (or lunch), we had to put something on. I watched her naked ass sway as she walked.

I dressed in shorts and a golf shirt with some sandals. I was anxious to see what she would be wearing, and I was not disappointed. She had a pink tube top that exposed her wonderful abdomen, and short, white skirt that came to mid-thigh. Like always, she looked great. 

We decided to have an early lunch at one of the chain "neighborhood" restaurants within walking distance from the house.

I knew that her decision to sleep in my bed permanently answered many questions about the nature of our relationship, but there were complications. How were we going to handle things when Annika was around? Five-year-olds talk and we certainly did not want her telling my Ex that mommy sleeps with Grampy. 

How would we act in public, knowing that someone might see us and not approve of our relationship?

What would happen if, god forbid, Julia or Brien got wind of our budding, summer romance?

I decided long ago that you cannot go through life seeking the approval of others, and I knew in my heart that we were doing nothing wrong. We were both single consenting adults with no blood relationship, but that would not stop Julia from making trouble for us. She could very easily talk Brien into taking court action, claiming Tatiana was an unfit mother. As we say in my profession, "perception is reality".

While we ate, we discussed it and decided that we would have to be players on a stage. When Annika was around, we had to sleep in our own rooms and act very much like Mommy and Grampy. We would go out in public, but when we were out, we had to act our roles and keep our distance. The only time that we could act like lovers was in our house and yard, or when we were out of town.

As we strolled home, Tatiana said, "It is good we got things settled, because tonight I have to sleep in my own bed; we are having a guest. Brien called when you were in the restroom. He has to work late and Julia is going out, so we are going to have Annika tonight."

"That is the only acceptable reason not to be in my bed tonight."

"Can I ask you another favor? I would like to go into town and get a haircut and I need to borrow a car."

"Don't cut your hair" I whined. "I love it the way it is."

"Oh no, I just want to get a trim. I should be back before Julia brings Annika."

Just then, we arrived home. "Okay, here, take the Beemer and run with the top down. I probably never told you this, but the only reason I bought a Z4 Roadster was to piss off Julia. When I knew she was coming over, I would take it out of the garage and park in the driveway with the top down, just as a reminder of what we could have had if it were not for my needy son...but it was fun to watch her reaction." 

"You have a warped sense of humor, Denny Johnson."

"My sense of humor is what got me through marriage to her. Hey one more thing"; I peeled off a couple hundred dollars. "Pick up a decent car seat or booster...whatever Annika needs. As sure as I am standing here, whoever brings Annika over will forget to leave it and we will be stuck here. Anyway, it makes sense to have one here."

"Thanks, Denny, be back soon."

As the car pulled out of the driveway, I walked into the deathly quiet house. I realized that I did not want to be alone in the house again and that I really wanted Tatiana to stay, even beyond the end of summer.

I managed to get through about four hours of work when I heard the car door slam. I checked the clock and it was almost 6:00, the time Julia said she was going to bring Annika. A few moments later, Tatiana appeared at my office door.

"Julia will be here soon, but I wanted to show you something." She came into the office and pulled up her skirt. There was not a hair anywhere around her pussy. 

"Hey, you shaved!"

"No, better than that, I waxed. They call it a 'Hollywood'. No hair front or back. "

"Damn, that looks nice, and I was right, it is perfect with the size of your lips. But I can't play with it because we have company tonight."

"I have news for you; you couldn't do anything even if we were alone. They said 'no intimate contact' for 24 hours...and no underwear for 48 hours. As far as I am concerned, it could be no underwear ever. It really feels good and so liberating. When I found out Annika was coming, I thought this would be a good time to do something for you after all you have done for me."

Before I could answer, the doorbell range and Tatiana went into immediate "Mommy Mode". "My baby's here!"

I am never anxious to face Julia, so I said, "If you don't mind, can you deal with the wicked witch of my past."

She gave me a peck on the cheek, squeezed my cock through my shorts and bounded down the stairs. I heard the door open. 

"Oh, baby, how are you? I missed you soooo much. Are you having fun with Daddy and Grandma?"

I edged to the stairs to try to overhear what Julie would have to say. I figured it would be something nasty and I was right.

"So, I see Dennis has his midlife-crisis-mobile in the driveway. Has he been out cruising again?"

"No, he let me take it into town today. I had to get a haircut."

"What? That fucking prick told me he would never let anyone else drive that car. A couple of weeks ago, I asked him if Brien could borrow it for a date and he flat refused. Well no matter, I have other things on my mind. One of us will be by to pick up Annika around 10:00 if that's okay." "Of course, it's okay. We wouldn't want Brien to lose any sleep. Good Night Julia."

"Yeh, Good Night."

The next thing I knew, Tatiana and Annika came into my office. Annika was still wearing her backpack and came running to me. "Grampy, I'm back to stay with you and Mommy."

"I am very glad to see you. Are you enjoying staying with Grandma Julila?"

"Yes, but I miss Mommy." Then, acting as the perfect diplomat, she quickly added, "and you, too."

"Well Mommy is here and you can have all night to talk to her." I then turned to Tatiana. "Sounds like Julia acted like a b-i-t-c-h tonight. That woman real needs to get fu...." I bit my tongue; young ears were listening. "I mean, she really needs...ah...companionship."

"From the way she was dressed, I think that is the idea: 'Cougar on the prowl'."

We had a fun time with Annika. We decided that we all wanted Happy Meals and, as I predicted, Julia did not leave the car seat. We installed the new booster seat that Tatiana bought in the backseat of the Lexus and headed off to the Golden Arches. When we got home, we played some online kids' video game about building a farm and took turns reading some books. I read English books and Tatiana read Russian books.

When the time came for bed and the three of us went up the stairs hand-in-hand with Annika in the middle. At the top of the stairs, I kissed Annika and Tatiana good night. Then I went to the right and Annika and my new lover went to the left to our separate rooms.

I got up the next morning and found Tatiana already in the kitchen getting Annika her breakfast. Like most kids her age, cereal with milk and a dose of Cartoon Network was all it took to get her ready for the day. Tatiana was dressed in the same basketball jersey she wore a couple of nights before. The only difference was that she wore a tube top underneath for modesty. (I liked it better the other way.)

Brien staggered in at about 11:00. Tatiana had changed into a tight white tank top that showed the shadow of her areolas and the unmistakable bumps of her nipples. She wore a short red skirt (with no panties, I knew), white tennis shoes and ankle socks. She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail and looked ravishing in an innocent and naïve way. I was in even less of a mood to see Brien, so I stayed upstairs for the "exchange" as they called it.

They talked briefly before Tatiana said goodbye to Annika, and we were alone in the house again. She came up the stairs to my office. I saw immediately that she looked sad. She missed her little girl and it was beginning to make me sad whenever she was.

"Hey", I said. "I know that you miss Annika, but it was an unexpected surprise to have her here last night."

"It was nice, but I still miss her."

She came and stood beside me. I slid my had up her leg and rested it on her naked ass. I enjoyed the gift she gave me: permission to touch and caress her at will. It felt so good to be able to be so casually intimate with a woman.

"That God damned Brien is such an asshole. He suggested that we go out on a date and work things out."

My heart sunk. "Is that something that you might consider?"

"Hell, no. I wanted to work things out for five years, but he was not interested. All of a sudden, he is interested in me again, but he is so shallow. He started out by telling me how glad he was that I got my cute ass back. No, now that I have found some self esteem, I am not going to sink back into that hellish world."

"Tell me something, Tatiana. Why did you go through so much effort to dress up for Brien?"

"There are a lot of reasons, but mainly I got to thinking about how you take the car out of the garage so Julia can see it. I guess I want him to see what he was missing and what he will never touch again. He remembers me as fat and ugly; I want to remind him constantly of what he could have had if he would only have given me a little support and respect. I really wanted to tell him that his father is getting what he could have had."

I let my fingers follow the crack of her butt to the top and then back down to her knee. Since she was still "recovering" from having all her pubic hair removed, I was careful to avoid any region that might still be sensitive, but it took all my will power to resist. She would have to guide me there when the time was right.

She turned and sat on my lap. "Oh, Denny", and kissed me. Each of her kisses is so special; each sends its own special message. As she slipped her tongue into my mouth, this kiss had a very different from any other. This one was gentle and loving. This kiss was not a prelude to sex. This kiss was one that conveyed a different message. Gratitude? Appreciation? Affection? One thing I could say with certainty, she was very comfortable with the direction things were heading.

As she broke the kiss, she looked into my eyes. I had the same feeling I had the evening I met her. She seemed to be able to read my thoughts, even before I fully formulated them in my own mind.

"Denny, are you comfortable with all of this? Brien will be around for a long time as a constant reminder of my past life."

"That's easy. After one night with you in my bed, and one night sleeping alone, I know that I want you with me every night. I never knew how lonely I was...No; lonely isn't the right word...alone. I never knew how alone I was. This past week, you and Annika filled a void that I never knew existed. Then, the other night, you filled a need in me that I suppressed long ago. So yes, I am very comfortable with all of this. As for Brien, let him get his own girl."

I then returned the same kiss that she gave me.

"There is a dark side," I reminded her. "You are not dating someone your own age and who is not despised by your ex mother and your ex husband. If either of them gets wind of this, there will be hell to pay."




My Last Summer Romance Pt. 02



"Denny, for a chance at happiness, I will take the risk."

We kissed again. "I agree. Fuck 'em."

"Denny, I am starved. I say that I make us a nice Chicken Caesar salad, and get naked and eat. Then after lunch, let's take this bare pussy for a spin and see if I like the feeling as much as you obviously do."

She got up and ran to her room, she came out moments later with another Utah Jazz Jersey. It displayed the same name and number, but where she wore the white home jersey the past two evenings, this time she wore the black road jersey. I could see her tits through the armholes and this time I knew that she wore no panties or shorts.

She grilled some chicken and prepared the salad. I put some frozen breadsticks into the oven. She set the meal on the dining counter and slipped off the jersey. Before sitting down she struck a pose for me.

"You haven't gotten the full effect of my little transformation. What do you think?"

The transformation was complete and amazing. There was no a hair to be seen. Her mons was obviously smooth, and it struck me that not only did she have big, suckable inner lips, but her outer lips were quite large as well. With her slim hips, small tits and ponytail, she looked more like an 18-year-old girl rather than a 30-year-old mother.

As I took in the vision before me, I said, "Suddenly, I am more horny than hungry. You look unbelievable."

"Yeh, I like it to, but you are just going to have to wait, because I am hungry, and you cannot enjoy making love if you are thinking about eating..."

"Eating is a part of making love, especially when it involves eating a pussy like that."

As we ate, Tatiana told me some of what she went through while she was married to my son.

"Brien could say some very hurtful things. He hated my pussy. He actually told me as much. He said he would fuck it, but eating it was disgusting... God, but I hate the word fuck. He actually wanted me to have something called labioscopy to reduce the size of my inner labia. I almost did it, until I realized that I could not remake myself for someone else. That was just one more nail in the coffin as far as I was concerned."

We ate in silence for a couple of minutes. I wanted her to talk so I kept quiet and offered no opinion.

"Did I ever tell you that he hit me when I was pregnant with Annika? No, of course I didn't. We got into a discussion about the baby's room. I told him that we had time, because the new baby would be sleeping with us the first couple of months. It is a tradition in Russia. It allows the baby and parents to bond. Brien didn't like the idea, and told me that this is not Russia, this is America, and if I didn't like it, I could go fuck myself. "

She got teary eyed and put her fork down.

"Anyway, things got more heated, and he hit me across the face with the back of his hand. God, it stung! ...but the hurt was not on my face, it was in my heart. It hurt me to the depths to think that he would hit the person he claimed to love and who was carrying his child. I knew at that moment that we would eventually be divorced...and now, here I am, naked, eating a salad with my father."

I got up, walked behind her stool, and put my arms around her. I'm sorry. I wish I would have known. Why didn't you come to me?"

"I thought about it. I wanted to come here and have you put your arms around me, just like you're doing now. But I figured it would just complicated things..."

She paused, as though contemplating her next move. She put down her fork and declared, "Okay, that's it. I'm done talking about this shit. It's all in the past. I'm moving forward."

She twisted on her stool, kissed me on the cheek and collected our plates. I watched her walk to the sink, admiring her magnificent ass. When she bent over to put the dishes in the dishwasher, her pussy lips dangled from between her legs. She walked back, grabbed my cock, and said, "Come on, I discovered I like to have my pussy eaten, and I would like you to do the honors."

We walked up the stairs, hand in hand, and stepped inside my (our) room. I sat on the edge of the bed and she climbed onto my lap, facing me with her legs wrapped around my waist. My cock was poised to enter her bald pussy, but that is not what I wanted. I wanted to hold her, and then I wanted to eat her pussy.

"Tatiana, I can't believe how good you feel."

"Denny, I have never felt this way. I cannot get enough of you. I love the way you make love to me. I love the way you make me feel."

I lay back on the bed with my feet still on the floor. I pulled on her hips, urging her to move up, and literally sit on my face (As long as I have a face, she will always have a place to sit).

I looked up at her pretty face. Her hair hung at her naked shoulders, framing her brown, bedroom eyes, her high cheekbones and turned up nose. Her small tits stood proudly from her body, and her nipples were hard in anticipation of the pleasurable sensations that would soon emanate from her ample pussy, which was inflamed, either from excitement or from the process that took all the hair from this intimate region.

I pulled a pillow under my head and took her lips into my mouth. I gently pulled and was amazed at how soft and pliable they were. After a few moments, I used my tongue to separate her lips and, as before, they opened up like the wings of a butterfly and her clit peeked out from behind its hood. 

I kissed it and flicked my tongue across it. I could see it pulsing as I gently stimulated it. When the time was right, I raked my teeth across her clit while I reached up and pulled on her nipples. She rolled her hips to direct my tongue to where she wanted stimulation. 

Tatiana rode my face as though she were riding a bucking bronco. I had to time my breathing to her movements so she would not suffocate me.

Although we had been together only a short time, Tatiana had experienced several orgasms, and the buildup to release was always predictable—not today, however. Almost as much of a surprise to her as it was to me, she shuddered and threw her head back. Her juices flowed as she climaxed with a scream. I kept sucking and licking her clit as she came in waves. Then, she tried to pull away as her delicate regions became too sensitive for continued stimulation.

Tatiana rolled off me and fell on the king size bed. "Oh, God, Denny, that was even better than the other night."

She leaned on her left arm and looked at me. My lips still glistened with her juices. "Kiss me, Tatiana, so you can taste yourself."

She kissed me sweetly and lovingly, but as the passion grew within us, the kiss became deeper and more urgent. Still on my back, I swung my legs onto the bed, and Tatiana spread her pussy lips wide and, with her pussy still slick from my saliva and her juices, impaled herself on my cock. 

She rocked back and forth and side to side. My cock was buried deep in her body and her movements caused it to rub against the inner walls of her vagina. It was a feeling as I never felt before, not with Julia and not with any sex partner since her. As she rose and then impaled herself again and again, her luscious lips grabbed my cock and made it seem as if I was tuning her inside out.

As the intensity of her movements increased, I could see in her eyes that the passion and release were building. Her taut and strong vaginal muscles gripped my cock and I felt my own orgasm building. My eyes met hers as she reached her climax with a moan that shook the room. Then she gathered her strength to continue the friction. I thrust my hips a half a dozen times until I pumped my load into her silky smooth pussy. As I shot stream after stream of sperm into her, she sat down hard and drove my cock as far into her body as possible. As my own passion subsided, and my cock started to soften, she sighed and kissed me deeply.

"Denny, you are the sexiest man alive. I so wish that Annika was your daughter."

"Everything happens in its own time, but there is no question that you two are the most important people in my life."

My small declaration was punctuated by a small pop as my cock slipped out of her pussy and my cum flowed out of her and onto my balls and dripped to the bedding.

We lay there for a couple of hours, watching the sun follow its course across the walls of the room. 

"Denny, why is the pool still covered? I was hoping I could take a swim and get some sun."

"I haven't used it since you and Annika left town. You want me to get it opened up?"

"I wish you would. Can we skinny dip without getting arrested?"

"I think so. All the houses all face in slightly different directions, so no one has a direct view of the back yard. And even if they did, I don't think anyone would object to seeing you swim and sun in the nude."

I got up and made the call. When I got back to the bed, Tatiana was propped up against the headboard. She had combed her hair, but she still had that I-just-got-fucked-and-enjoyed-it look on her face. She had a sheet pulled over her lap, but her proud tits were on display for me.

"The pool service company will be here tomorrow, but we can't use it for a couple of days. We could use the hot tub." 

"That's great. You will join me, right?"

"Of course I will."

We eventually got up and I cooked dinner on the grill. I had some very nice New York Strips and pulled together some grilled veggies. I wore a pair of baggy shorts with no underwear while I cooked, but Tatiana stayed naked. The mood was playful, and she made sure my shorts were down around my ankles at least three times.

After dinner, we turned on some music and drank some wine before going to bed. We made love, of course, but it was different...more fulfilling than other times. We were beginning to understand how each other's bodies would react and having sex became making love, which was as emotionally satisfying as it was physically satisfying. We fell asleep in each other's arms and I slept as peacefully as I had in years.

I awoke to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. I peeked in and could see that Tatiana was just standing under the water and was not moving. She was obviously deep in thought. I respected that and gave her the space I figured she needed. After several minutes, I was beginning to worry that something was wrong, but then I finally heard her shut off the water and a couple minutes later she came into the bedroom with her fluffy robe and her hair wrapped in a towel. She sat on the end of the bed.

"Denny, I need to tell you something and I want your honest reaction, okay?"

"Okay."

"I have been here just over a week, and have shared your bed for only a few days, but I want you to know that what I am about to say has been on my mind for months or maybe years. I want you to know that I love you." 

"Tatiana, I love you, too, and I always have."

"No, Denny that's not what I mean. I already told you that when Annika was conceived, I found myself wishing it were you making me pregnant. Well, the truth is that every time I had sex with Brien, I fantasized that you were making love to me. By the way, the reality is much, much better than the fantasy. Anyway, what I am trying to tell you is that I do not sleep around. You are only the third man I have been with, and I only make love to people with whom I am in love...and I made love to you. Are you making the connection?"

No one, even in the heady days of a teenage Summer Romance, had ever declared her love for me in such a way. She was matter-of-fact and declared her love for me as if her feelings were scientific, provable and undeniable facts: A + B = C.

"Yes, I get the connection. I had strong feelings for you since the day I met you. The other day, when you say me jacking off in the shower, you asked me if I was thinking about you. I admitted I was, but what I did not admit was that it was not the first time; most times in the past several years, whenever I masturbated, your face was there."

I gathered my thoughts and continued: "I loved you as a daughter and as the mother of my grandchild, and felt guilty that I viewed you in that way. I never dared to think I might be in love with you."

"You mean you jacked off thinking of me, even when I was fat and ugly?"

"Tatiana, I wish you would stop saying you were fat and ugly. I thought you were beautiful from the moment I knew you...and yes, I jacked off thinking of you even before your transformation."

I got out of the bed and went around to the foot of the bed, sat beside her and put my arms around her. "I am 57 years old and after being with you for three nights, I don't think I was ever in love with anyone before; I never knew what being 'in love' really meant, because I had nothing to compare it with. I can tell you I haven't felt this way since I was a teenager. My heart jumps when I see you. I know that I would rather be with you than do anything else. I want to be with you all the time, so yes, I am in love with you, and falling more in love each day."

We embraced and that sealed the deal. We had declared that our love for one another was not based on the past week or so, but on six years of denying our feelings.

The sound of the doorbell broke the mood. I looked out the window and saw the pool service truck. I threw on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and went down to answer the door. I signed the form and the two service techs started their work.

I headed back to our room and Tatiana met me at the top of the stairs. She was dressed in a white, short-cropped shirt that came just below her tits. She also had a short denim skirt and bare feet. 

"By tomorrow evening we can go skinny dipping under the stars. For tonight, we'll have to settle for the hot tub."

She came to me and put her arms around me and I wrapped mine around her. I buried my face in her hair and took in the scent of my lover and soul mate. I definitely liked having her around, and I knew then that she owned my heart.

She stepped back and said, "Well, I am not going to be naked in front of the pool guys...although they might enjoy it, so I guess we will have to wait for that, too. In the mean time, can I get you some coffee?"

"That sounds great. I am going to look at some emails and then we can figure out what we can do this afternoon."

"As long as it involves nudity, your cock and my pussy, then anything we do is fine with me."

She left the room and I opened Outlook to look at the 50 or so emails that came in since yesterday. Most were advertising and routine business, but one was very intriguing.

One of my clients was a huge civic booster and each year on the third weekend in June, he holds a charity event called the Summer Solstice Ball. He has very good local entertainment and, of course, very good food and booze. It is a black tie affair, and in years past, I always went alone. This year, I thought it would be nice to have a real date.

When she brought the coffee, I told her about the ball. "It's formal, so you have to wear an evening gown. It is really fun and special. So, what do you think? Are you interested in going with me next weekend?"

"Denny, I don't even own anything like that, let alone bring it with me for the summer."

"Don't worry about that. We'll go shopping today and get the clothes. Then you can make an appointment for next Saturday to get your hair and make-up done and we will have some fun that evening. How does that sound?"

"Sounds like Cinderella. I hope you don't turn into a pumpkin at midnight. But can I go shopping alone? I would like to surprise you."

"That sounds intriguing. Okay, you're on your own. Get everything you want and need. Just remember to keep it elegant and very, very sexy."

I gave her a credit card and called a couple of the stores downtown to tell them that she would be visiting and to allow the charges. In the mean time, she changed into something a little more conservative for her shopping trip. She hopped into the BMW and away she went. I could not figure out how I could wait a week to see what she would buy. I knew that I would not be disappointed.

She returned home around 6:00. "Hey, Denny, I'm home. I brought Chinese."

After dinner, we went out to the hot tub and soaked for a while. We spent the time getting to know more and more about each other. She told me she lost her virginity the evening before leaving St. Petersburg for college in Moscow. After dating a boy for about a year, she decided to give herself to him in an effort to keep him faithful during their long separation. She said it was painful and unpleasant and lasted about five minutes. She told me his fidelity lasted only a little longer; she found out that he started sleeping with her friend a couple of days after she left.

What attracted her to Brien was that he was the perfect gentleman. He treated her well and was very attentive. She returned the attention and then, one night, it just happened, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. He continued to be affectionate and polite until a couple of weeks after they were married. Then he started saying mean and hurtful things.

When she and Brien were having problems, she connected with a girlfriend from the University for a little Feminine Emotional Support. Tatiana didn't know it, but the friend came out of the closet a couple years before and took Tatiana's outreach as something more than it was. They made out for a while, but Tatiana realized that the Lesbian or bisexual life was not for her. She told me she apologized for giving her friend the wrong impression and left.

"Since then, my sex life consisted of a dildo and fantasies about you. So, now that you know all about my sex life, tell me about yours."

"I had to work pretty hard in school to maintain my scholarships and grants, so any romances were limited to summer flings. Some of them were sexual but most were not; I was 20 before I lost my virginity with a girl named Sally. Sex or not, those romances were as intense as only a teen could handle."

She grabbed my cock and cupped my balls as if to say, "Memories are nice, but you have a naked woman next to you now."

Tatiana said, "Tell me about Julia. I'm sure she was not always a bitch."

Well, it was my junior year of college. I was working an internship at an advertising agency in town. Julia was the receptionist. God, she was good looking. She was a bit of a hippie with long, straight hair. She always wore long flowing dresses and sandals. She never wore makeup but that fact seemed to make her even sexier. She was a free spirit, and I was a straight-laced kid going after an advertising degree. We could not have been more opposite."

I guess I was lost in thought, because it took Tatiana's prompting to get me to continue.

"Anyway, I would always stop and talk to her. She was just so open. One day she asked me to go with her to a poetry reading at one of the coffee houses. I agreed and I picked her up that night, but we never made it to the reading. We ended up walking along the river and stopped to make out in one of the boathouses. The rest, as they say, is history."

"You sound like you might still be in love with her."

"No. Things started going downhill when Brien was born. There was just no time for us anymore; I don't mean to sound selfish, but I felt unwelcome. Julia had Brien and that was all she needed. I had hoped when Brien turned 18, Julia and I could travel and try to rekindle the spark, but Brien just kept being a leach. That's when I filed for divorce. I have not been in love with anyone in 25 years (including the last ten years of my marriage)...until now."

The entire time we were in the tub, talking, we were touching one another: sometimes sexually, sometimes affectionately and sometimes casually, but always touching.

Then I remembered that she went shopping. "So, what did you get for the party next week?"




My Last Summer Romance Pt. 02



"Oh, no! You will just have to wait until Saturday, but I think you will be pleased."

The next few days fell into a very pleasant and satisfying routine. We made love in the morning, either in bed or in the shower, and once out by the pool. Making love before bed became a nightly tradition. 

We were very comfortable with each other, and the difference in our ages did not seem to matter to Tatiana. One thing that did change is that I actually started working out with her on the gym equipment that had been idle in my basement for a couple of years. Naturally, we worked out in the nude. I also learned how to rollerblade so we had something in common to do outside the bedroom.

Early Saturday afternoon, Tatiana left to get all "dolled" up for the Summer Solstice Ball. As for me, I mowed the lawn and spent the afternoon getting grass clippings out of the pool. It was then that I remembered why I didn't open the pool last year. It is such a pain in the ass. Of course, watching Tatiana do laps in the nude made up for some of the misery.

At about 5:00, I finished and went up to take a shower and get ready. Although it was a summer party, it was formal, so I was required to put on a tuxedo. While I was getting ready, Tatiana pulled up, but instead of coming into our room, she went to the guest room to get ready. She wanted me to have the full affect of how she was dressed.

Just as the time approached for us to leave, I was pacing downstairs, when my cell phone rang. It was Tatiana. "Hello?" 

"Where are you?"

"I'm down stairs, waiting for you. Where are you?"

"I'm upstairs. I just wanted to make a grand entrance to get your first impression. I'll be right down. Turn your back."

The line went dead and I heard her bedroom door open, and heard her footfalls on the hardwood floor above. As she requested, I turned with my back to the stairway.

She descended the stairs and when she reached the third or fourth step from the bottom, she stopped.

"Alright, Denny, turn around and tell me if I meet your approval."

I turned around and was awestruck by her beauty and elegance. I cannot adequately describe in words what I saw.

Her hair was up and she wore long, crystal earrings that sparkled in the light. The combination highlighted her long, beautiful neck. She wore very little makeup, because she did not need much. Her tan and flawless skin made anything else superfluous. She used a little eye makeup to bring out her beautiful brown eyes, which tonight, almost looked black. 

She wore a black halter dress with two swatches of material that rose from just below and to either side of her navel, over her breasts and fastened around her neck. The lightweight material made it obvious that she was not wearing a bra; her nipples showed through the fabric. When she moved, her breasts moved naturally and unhindered under the material.

The dress had an asymmetrical hem: a couple of inches below the right knee, and about an inch above the left. She finished her descent and with each step, a slit on the left side showed her leg almost to the hip. On her feet were strappy patent leather shoes with very sexy, five-inch heels. 

As she turned, I saw that the dress fastened around her neck, bearing her back and sides to her waist. The fabric gathered in subtle folds at her waist, giving the impression that it was more of a toga than an evening gown.

She exuded sex, but in an elegant way. 

"Denny, say something; is it appropriate or is it over the top?"

"Tatiana, it is perfect. You are gorgeous. I just hope you plan to come home with me tonight. I do have one question: How on earth do you keep your breasts from popping out?"

"Frankly, you don't. There are a couple of issues with this dress. A bra is out of the question, and I tried tape, but it made the material look unnatural, so I imagine people will get an eyeful from time to time, and," she turned around and showed me the waistline, "the back fits so loosely, that people would see the top of my thong, so I have to go commando. So, long story short, if this clasp fails and I have a 'wardrobe malfunction', I will be standing there naked."

I knew that I was a very lucky man as I offered her my arm and we went out the door. My heart raced and I could not take my eyes off her.

My business circle was very different from my social circle, so I was certain that no one would recognize Tatiana, but I wanted to make sure that we had our stories straight. As we drove to the event, I asked her about it.

"How do you want me to introduce you?"

"Well, the truth always works. You can introduce me as your lover, or as your daughter. Both are technically correct. I guess it all depends on what is appropriate for the people we will meet."

"I think we will go with daughter. On the off chance that someone at the party knows Julia or Brien, there would be no alarm bells if they mentioned that I took you to the party."

"Okay, but if someone sees me looking at you, or sees you looking at me, they will know that we are lovers." She had a valid point. There was no way I could conceal my feelings for her when she was dressed the way she was dressed.

When we arrived at the party, everyone was dressed in their finery. The women wore everything from short cocktail dresses to long evening gowns. The trophy wives (and there were a few of those) were dressed in all manner of sexy clothes, but none could compare with my Tatiana. All heads turned when we walked onto the terrace, and she stole the show.

I decided to keep the introductions simple. "This is Tatiana." I did not elaborate and no one pressed. She was definitely the center of attention; it was amusing to watch the men jockeying for position to see her tits. Others tried to look up her dress and I could tell by the expressions on their faces when they caught a glimpse of her naked and hairless pussy. 

It was equally amusing watching the women angrily point at Tatiana. After the hundreds of dollars that the women spend on hair, makeup and clothes, Tatiana stole the show. 

I should have been jealous of all the attention she was getting, but I knew she would be going home with me at the end of the night and that she would be sleeping in my bed.

During dinner, Tatiana struck up a conversation with one of the men seated at our table. I had never met him before, but I knew him by reputation as the owner of one of the more popular restaurants on a lake west of the city. When Tatiana mentioned that she was the manager of a restaurant in Miami, he gave her his card and suggested that he might have a position available for her. (If he were not famously gay, I would have assumed that the position to which he was referring was her bent over his desk with his cock in her pussy.) If I was feeling left out, Tatiana took care of that when, at one point during dinner, she unzipped my fly and stroked my member as she commented to the woman across the table that she was really enjoying the Minnesota summer.

The entertainment was a local singing group that was mildly successful: what we used to call a "one hit wonder". After a one-hour show, they opened the dance floor. It felt so very good to hold her as we danced a foxtrot and a samba. Despite her youth, she was very good at dancing these "old people's" dances. 

Almost every man wanted to dance with her. Tatiana asked me if I was okay with her dancing with other men, and after I gave my approval, she accepted their invitations, and her dance card became very full.

Around midnight, the party was winding down and the 2010 Summer Solstice Ball was history.

On the ride home, Tatiana wanted the top down. She told me that her hair would be a wreck in about an hour anyway because she wanted me to make "savage love" to her. 

Then she told me about some of the men with whom she danced. She said she was concerned couple of times because the men put their hands all over her. "It was apparent they thought I was a whore." Most of the others were very polite. "I danced close to a couple of men and I could feel that they had erections. I have never been the center of attention like that. And I liked it, but I am very glad to be going home with you."

Then she lifted the hem of her dress and allowed the breeze to tease her smooth pussy. "I wonder if any of them got a look at my pussy." As I looked across, at her, I could see the profile of her right tit with its hard, erect nipple, excited at the thought.

"I know they did. I could see their expression change and I knew that they caught a glimpse."

"I felt so naked and vulnerable out there, but also so powerful."

"Well," I said, "at least you didn't have a wardrobe malfunction tonight."

"Hey," she replied, "the night is still young." With that, she reached behind her and released the clasp holding the dress in place. The fabric literally slithered down her breasts and into her lap. She put her arms in the air, and we cruised home with her tits exposed to the world.

I pulled into the garage, got out of the car, and walked around the front to get the door for her. She had other ideas. She got out of the car and her dress ended up in pile on the floor. She walked towards me, naked except for the five-inch, black patent leather shoes. She approached me and, brushing her fingers against the bulge in my pants, walked past me and up the three steps to the kitchen door. Before going through, she turned, faced me and put her leg up on one of the stair railings. In the harsh light of the garage, I could see her pussy glistening. "So, are you coming or do you want me to start without you?" Then she went inside and closed the door.

I rushed up the stairs and into the kitchen. When I came through the door, she was sitting on the island counter with her legs spread. With one hand, she was playing with her bald pussy, and with the other, she was pulling on her nipples.

"Sir, would you be so kind as to eat my pussy, please?"

I did not answer. I just leaned over, still dressed in my tuxedo, and feasted upon her glistening and very hot pussy. I pulled on her labia. She put her legs over my shoulders and pulled my head into her crotch. It did not take long for her to come; it was as if the entire evening was foreplay.

As soon as her breathing returned to normal, I swept her into my arms and carried her to our bed. I took off my clothes and climbed alongside her.

"Did you have a good time tonight?"

"I did! The men were certainly attentive. I think everyone approved my choice of dress. Judging from the bulge in your pants most of the evening, I think you approved, too."

"It was great fun watching them fall all over themselves trying to get close to you."

As we talked, our hands explored each other's bodies. Tatiana's hands wandered down to my rigid cock and fondled my balls, while I circled her areolas and nipples with my finger, and played with the folds of her pussy.

"Tatiana, I love nothing more than eating your pussy, and there is no better feeling that shooting my load into your body; but I have a question. You are adventurous and eager to try new things, like riding home tonight with your dress in your lap. Why have you never sucked my cock?"

She stopped cold. Her hand, which was caressing me pulled away, and she covered her pussy, almost as though she was embarrassed. She turned her head and looked down to the floor.

"I'm sorry", I said. "I didn't mean to embarrass you and I would never make you do something that made you uncomfortable."

"Oh, Denny, you can never make feel uncomfortable. That isn't the reason I never sucked your cock. The reason is...well...I don't know how. I mean, I know what to do; I've seen movies, but when I tried it with Brien, it was a disaster. It was not pleasant for either of us."

She kissed me and started stroking my balls and cock again. "I wanted to take you into my mouth several times, but I didn't want to ruin the mood because of my inexperience."

"I am no expert, either. The truth is, even at my age, I have never had a proper blowjob. Julia refused and there hasn't been anyone since. Maybe we can learn together, but later. Right now, I just want to be inside you. There is nowhere else I would rather be."

Our lovemaking was very slow that night. I worked hard to extend the session by pacing myself and even stopping to eat her pussy or nibble on her tits. Her face was unbelievably beautiful. She still wore the makeup from the party and her hair was still up. I felt as though I were making love to an angel. As I was about to empty my load into her tight, bald pussy, she reached up and touched my face. "Denny, please cum all over my face and in my hair. I want you to make a mess of me." If she had asked me a moment later, it would have been too late, but I was able to pull out and aim just as the first spurt hit her right cheek; the next shot hit her in the left eye. Rope after rope of semen covered her face, hair, neck and chest. The sight of my cum spreading oh her face made my orgasm even more intense.

"Tatiana, that was incredible. You are a mess."

"Do you have a camera or cell phone? Can you take a picture?"

I reached over to the nightstand for my phone. I snapped a close-up of her face. "Get my tits, too. I want to savor the perfect end to an unbelievable evening."

After our photo shoot, we got in the shower. As always, we used our hands to not only to wash, but also explore each other. I still had a fascination with her labia. When she stood in the shower with her legs spread, her lips were visible in silhouette. 

I used my hairy chest as a sort of luffa to wash her back. My hands worked on her tits and nipples, and my flaccid cock worked around her ass and pussy. Suddenly I realized that my flaccid cock was not so flaccid anymore; it was rock hard and ready to go. 

At age 57, it takes me some time to recover from a sexual encounter. Since I have been sleeping with Tatiana, I have actually been quite proud of the fact that I have been able to perform twice a day. Unfortunately, with the exception of the first night, twice in a session was usually more than I could muster, but not this night. Recalling the intense images of the past eight hours was all I needed to be ready for more. 

Tatiana felt it too, and turned around. "So, you're ready again? That suits me just fine. You haven't taken me from behind, yet. How about now?"

With that, she turned and put her hands on the back wall of the shower and leaned forward. With her long legs, she was at the perfect height as her labia peeked from between her legs. It was like a beacon drawing me into the softness of her tight pussy. To me, this was the ultimate gift. She was totally vulnerable, yet trusting. I slid in easily. I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me so my cock filled her.

My movements, the control I had with my hands on her hips, and her enthusiastic pushback made for a dynamic combination. I watched as her tits, because of their small size, jiggled (rather than swung) in perfect rhythm to pounding I was giving her. 

The entire evening played back in my mind: The dress which, given the right viewing angle, showed her breasts, her incredible legs and, of course, her swollen, shaved pussy; the men crowding around her, trying to get just one dance with her so they could cop a feel. I recalled the way she undid my fly and let me know what was in store later in the evening: how, on the ride home, she proudly sat in my open convertible with her dress in her lap as her tits were on display for anyone that happened to be in the right place at the right time. I remembered the way she walked through the garage, naked except for her high-heeled shoes. Finally, there was the image of Tatiana, her face covered with my semen, wanting a picture for posterity.

The woman, in whom my cock was impaled, wanted nothing more than to make me happy, and did these things to make me proud and feel pleasure. I had the libido of a teenager, but the staying power of a more experienced lover. I could tell that she was enjoying it and deriving as much pleasure from it as I was.

For the first time since we became intimate with each other, she did not cum. My orgasm built surprisingly fast and within a few minutes, I spurted another load into her receptive vagina. When I gathered myself, I turned her around, took her into my arms, and we stood under the cool shower. I apologized for not giving her a chance to cum, but she told me that we would have to be together a long time before we evened the score.

When we finished cleaning up, we headed into the bedroom and slept, always touching and always close.

The next day was Sunday. I got up, put the coffee on and went out for the paper. I sat in the great room with a pair of running shorts with no underwear, and a tee shirt. Although we had the party the night before, I wanted to get out of the house and do something with Tatiana. The paper had very little news; it was heavy on ads and opinion, so it did not take me long to get to the sports section. I noticed that the Minnesota Twins were in town, and I had not taken in a game at their new stadium yet.

About then Tatiana came down the stairs in the Utah Jazz jersey (no bra and no panties). She got some coffee and sat on the sofa beside me. 

I asked her, "Being from Minnesota and Miami, why are you a Utah Jazz fan?"

"I'm not. I really don't like basketball too much."

"Then what is the significance of the Kirilenko jersey? I know you have two of them, so it cannot be random chance."

"Andrei Kirilenko. He is sort of a legend back in Russia. He was very young when he came to the United States to play professional basketball. He is about my age and we both come from St Petersburg. It impressed me that he could leave everything he knew behind and come to a land that, when we started elementary school, was the enemy. It gave me the courage to apply for the scholarship to get my master's degree. I don't know a basketball from a football. All I know for sure is that Andrei Kirilenko is doing well in the states and so am I."

"That's a great story. We all need heroes."

"I didn't say that he was my hero. Yes, he inspired me, but my real hero is sitting in this room with me."

"Oh, come on. You flatter me."

"No, it's true. You are actually the only person in the United States who I trust completely. Everyone else seemed to change as the situation and my physical appearance changed. When I got fat, people turned away from me, including my husband. When I got in shape, people came on to me thinking that I would be grateful for the attention. Everyone seemed to have ulterior motives. Even people who claimed to be my mentors figured they could sleep with me. Everyone changed over time—everyone except you."

"I've got news for you; our relationship has changed just a little since we met."

"Yes, our relationship has changed, but you have not. You are still protective and respectful of me. And remember, I asked you to make love to me that first time. I bet that if I had not seduced you, we would have a loving, but asexual relationship. I also bet that if I told you that I wanted to go back to a father-daughter relationship, that is what we would have, and it wouldn't change the way you care for Annika and me and the way you look out for us."

"I hope I wouldn't change, but I also hope you would not find it necessary to make such a decision."

"Don't worry; I rather enjoy sleeping with you."

She hiked up the jersey and sat straddling my lap. "That's enough serious for one day. Its Sunday, so what should we do?"

"I am glad you asked. The Twins are in town and I have not been to a game at their new stadium. We can go to the Mall and grab a train to the game, then go back for dinner and maybe some shopping. How does that sound?"




My Last Summer Romance Pt. 02



"It sounds great, especially the shopping part. Maybe we could skip the game and just focus on shopping for clothes that please you."

"Damn, now that's an even better idea."

"Okay, come with me. I need someone to wash my back and scratch my itch."

We took a shower, and as requested, I washed her back, and other parts. Then she turned her back to me and grabbed her ankles. "Go ahead; I think you know what to do."

Indeed I did. Her pussy was right at the perfect level. Her lips had already opened, inviting me into her body. As soon as I penetrated her, I felt her muscles squeeze against my cock. Each time I pulled back and her lips made it appear her vagina was holding on for dear life and I was ready to turn it inside out.

She straightened up slightly and placed her hands on a ledge in the shower. I bent over her and used my right hand to provide more clitoral stimulation, and my left to pull on her nipples, something that I knew she liked. It did not take long for her to display the familiar signs that she was about to have an orgasm. As hers built so did mine. I made one final thrust into her while I pulled her hips to me and shot my load deep inside her. This triggered her orgasm and we came at the same time for the first time.

I turned her around, embraced her and we kissed. We quickly finished, dried off and got ready to go shopping.

After she dried her hair, she padded off to the guest suite to get dressed. Tatiana still maintained most of her clothes in there. She decided that it would not be a good idea to have all her things in our room if Julia dropped by with Annika. She also liked getting dressed in another room so she could surprise me with what she wore. 

I threw on a pair of shorts, a golf shirt and some comfortable shoes. We were going to the Mall of America: 800 shops and an amusement park in the central court. It is the largest shopping center in the United States, so you needed comfortable shoes. I went down stairs and waited. Once again, I was very pleased with what I saw.

She wore a turquoise print sari that wrapped around her, criss-crossed at her breasts, and tied around her neck. While it was long in back, it was about four inches above the knee in the front. The affect was incredible, and was as sexy as anything she wore so far (except for the cocktail dress the night before).

"I like it", I said, "but is that practical for clothes shopping?"

"Why, yes, it is very practical. It is easy to get into,"...she untied the knot in back of her neck, and everything fell to the floor, leaving her naked..."and easy to get out of. So, are you ready to go?"

She scooped up the pile of fabric, wrapped it around her, tied it in back and she was dressed. We headed out the door.

I noticed that Tatiana was getting more and more open about nudity. At first, she was only comfortable being in some state of semi-nudity and then full nudity in the house; then she advanced to nudity in the privacy of our pool area. The previous night, she exposed herself in the car, and now she was wearing revealing clothing in anticipation of a visit to a mall. A prude might say it was a fast journey to debauchery; if it was, I was certainly looking forward to the trip.

We took the Beemer and drove with the top down, and she held the edges of the sari up to allow the breeze to flow across her naked pussy, but she did not expose herself. It was quite cool that day, and even if I could not see her pussy, I could certainly see her nipples through the light fabric as we drove to the mall. While she was most likely thinking about what she was going to buy, I thought about ways her new-found exhibitionist streak could add even more spice in what was becoming a "spicy" life. It came down to this: I was a 57-year-old man who had lived vicariously through the lives of the people who wrote for Literotica. Tatiana was a 29-year-old woman who had an exhibitionist streak and was quite open about most things. That made for an interesting and adventuresome duo.

I parked in one of the huge ramps at the mall, just outside the door. Once inside the Mall, I stopped and picked up a map. I had some very specific places I wanted to visit in the hopes of coaxing a little more exhibitionism from this sexy woman.

The first stop was a small shoe store. I looked specifically for one that was not too crowded and one with a younger, bored clerk. We browsed for a time until she found pair of silver shoes with 4-inch heels. It was a stretch to call them shoes. They were nothing more than a piece of leather with heels and straps. She asked the clerk, a 20-something with very little in the way of sales skills (otherwise, what would he be doing in a women's shoe store?) for a size six. 

While he trudged off in back to get the proper size, I winked at Tatiana and suggested she give him a show. She winked back and nodded. When he returned, Tatiana sat on one of the chairs and put her foot up on the sloping stool, which is a fixture in all shoe stores.

The clerk eased her right shoe off and as he did, Tatiana subtly brushed the fabric so it fell off to the side, exposing her legs to nearly the hip. I was standing directly opposite her, but with my back turned pretending to look at some ugly boot called, appropriately enough, an Ugg. I was able to watch her performance in a mirror over the display.

Her pussy was not yet visible and the clerk had not even noticed that her dress had slid off her thigh. When she put her other foot on the bench, the fabric covering her left leg fell away, and I could she her pussy from across the store. I was certain that the clerk would notice, and I was right. About a second later, he looked up and saw Tatiana in all her glory; he nearly fell over backward. He recovered quickly, however, almost as if this happened all the time (maybe it did). But she was not ready to let her new friend off the hook quite yet. With her foot still on the inclined part of the stool, she leaned over to adjust the fastener. Now, in addition to her pussy, he had a perfect "down-blouse" view of her tits. I watched as he moved his head to get a better angle as her hair got in the way of the show. We played this little game while she tried on three more pair of shoes. Each time I took up a position at a different angle so I could watch our victim. We ended up buying two pairs and left the store. As we walked past the window Tatiana's new best friend watched her until we went around a corner. 

"God that was so much fun," she gushed when we were out of site. "I felt so naughty. Could you see the look on his face? He was practically drooling. I guess I now know two people that like my pussy. Okay, what's next?"

"Well do you want to try on some lingerie?"

Lingerie? I never wear the stuff, you know that. I would rather be naked."

"And so you shall be...in the store, while trying on a variety of sexy things that will make other men in the store, blush. I never said you had to buy, just try."

"Okay, got it, let's go."

We went up three flights and around to the other side of the mall where some of the local specialty stores are located. These stores are not mainstream national chains, like Victoria's Secret. These specialty stores retained their uniqueness, and...well...tackiness. Simply Sexy was just such a place. 

The front windows contain window displays, showing mannequins in terry robes and silk dressing gowns. These displays gave privacy to the customers and provided a buffer so the delicate sensibilities of passersby who believed anything other than white cotton underwear was scandalous would not be offended.

Inside was a different story. The shop had dozens of mannequins dressed with the merchandise one could find on the tables that surrounded them. More importantly, there were two men in the store who seemed to quite unsure of what to buy. This is exactly what I was hoping to see.

The shop carried every manner of lingerie from subtle to sexy to trashy. We went in the area that had "baby dolls", most made with nearly transparent fabric. I spotted a red one I sort of liked and showed it to her. She agreed to try it on. When she grabbed it, she let the matching panties fall off the hanger onto the floor. She went into the changing room, but left the bi fold doors slightly ajar. An onlooker would catch an occasional glimpse of her, but would not be able to see anything. After a few minutes, she walked out of the dressing room. The garment hid nothing. The filmy material barely covered her pussy. When she turned, her ass was totally exposed. She turned back to face me and I could seen that her nipples were erect; she was turned on by our little game (and so was I).

The two men suddenly noticed a nearly naked woman a few feet away and directed their interest to the frilly bra and panty sets near the changing rooms.

"Denny, there should be panties with this. Can you check to see if I dropped them?" She waited at the entry to the changing area while I "hunted" for the panties. The two victims of our game (or maybe I should say, the two beneficiaries) were watching intently while trying to hide their interest and their erections. As Tatiana stood there, posing in the full-length mirror, and seemingly taking stock of how the garment fit. She turned to one of the men, who was a few years younger than I was, and asked, "What do you think, is this a good color?"

The man stammered a positive reply. "Do you think it is too short?" she asked." You can see my butt."

The other man, who looked like he was in his mid-forties, chimed in, "Lady, not only can you see your ass, but you can see everything else, too."

Then, as if she just realized she was nearly naked in front of these total strangers, she gave a little scream and dashed back into the dressing room. The second man started to follow her into the dressing area but I stepped in front of him. "That's far enough. You got to enjoy the show, now it's time to move on."

"Who the fuck do you think you are? Just mind your own business."

"I'm here to tell you that this is my business. I brought her here, and I am leaving with her. If you think you are going to walk in there and continue the party, you are going to get a face full of Pepper Spray, which she took out and set on the shelf the minute she walked in there. By the way, she also carries a cute little 32 automatic. I will tell her that you enjoyed the show, but if you expect to ever use your little gun, you better back away."

"Fuck you, old man." But he did back off and stomped out of the store. I took note of his direction of travel. I wanted to make sure he did not follow us since we had neither Pepper Spray nor a 32 auto.

The first man came up to me, gave me a Boy Scout salute, and said, "You are one lucky son of a bitch. Thanks for the show. If she wants that, I would be very happy if you would let me buy it for her."

What the hell, I thought. "I am sure that she would be happy to accept your gift. Tatiana, this man wants to buy you that outfit."

She came out of the room, holding the sari behind her before tying it up. Her benefactor got a full frontal view as a way of thank you. 

She walked up to the guy, kissed him on the cheek and tied the sari around her neck. His erection was still visible as he walked to the counter and paid for the lingerie. He walked into the mall, and at the door, he turned, tipped an imaginary hat and was on his way.

As we walked out of the store, I checked for our other friend and I saw him walking a hundred yards away, heading in the opposite direction. 

"What was that all about?" she asked.

"I'm just looking for the other guy from the store. We had a little confrontation when he thought that you were inviting him for a private show in the dressing room. I talked him out of it."

"How did you do that?"

"I told him you had pepper spray. If we are going to do this again, pepper might not be a bad idea?"

"I would like to try this again. That was great fun. When I was standing in front of those two guys, putting on a show for them...I have never done anything like that before...my heart is still beating fast. Then to have a total stranger buy me lingerie...well that was something".

We got something to eat at one of the fast food joints in the food court. Every time she sat down and crossed her legs, the fabric of her sari fell away, leaving her leg exposed to her hip. Even without trying, she was putting on quite a show.

We left the mall and stopped at the grocery store to get our supplies for the week. I never thought of a grocery store as a place to play an exhibitionist game, but Tatiana found a way. Everything she wanted to buy was on the bottom shelf. As I pushed the cart down the aisle, she would watch for an unsuspecting man (or woman) and the show would begin. She would stand facing the shelf and squat down to examine the large cans of soup, or the store-brand tomato sauce or whatever low-margin generic item happened to be there. The fabric fell to either side of her legs giving anyone watching a clear look at her legs and most of her ass. Then she would twist slightly as if to get closer to the shelf, but the real purpose was to spread her legs just enough to see her bald pussy. She then picked a can off the shelf, got up, put the item in the cart and we moved on.

We repeated the process in each of the aisles that had low shelves. I ended up buying dog biscuits (I don't have a dog), a gallon can of tomato sauce, a huge bag of bulk breakfast cereal, and some generic dish soap. It was worth the investment, however. By the time we were ready to leave, we had four men and one woman following us around the store. 

We got home from our adventure at about 6:00. We were both naked within about ten seconds. I took her in my arms and relished in the feeling of her naked body against mine. We decided to put a frozen pizza in the oven and spend the evening watching TV. Of course, we were naked and while the Sunday evening programs droned on in the background, we made out like teenagers. Our hands and fingers continued the exploration of our bodies.

Finally, just before the 10:00 news we walked up the stairs hand in hand and went to bed. We made love and fell asleep. When we woke at about 5:30, it was already daylight. I got up and put some coffee on. When I got back to our room, I crawled back into bed and noticed that for the first time in a long time, Tatiana wore panties: conservative mommy panties.

"What are those all about?" I asked, as I snapped the waistband.

"It is known by many names: the curse, that time of the month, on the rag, riding the cotton pony...I got my period."

"Shit, forgot all about that stuff. I guess I am showing my age."

I leaned down, kissed her on her lips, and then copped a feel of her tits.

"I am sorry, Denny. I love you but I just don't feel sexy, and I won't for a few days."

"You don't need to explain. You tell me what you want, and I will get it for you."

She sighed. "What I really want is my baby. I have not seen her in over a week."

"Okay, let's call Julia and see if Annika can come and visit for a few days."

"Can we? You wouldn't mind."

"Mind? I'll have to change my idea of what is normal for a while, but I miss Annika, too. It would be nice to have her around. Let's call Julia after she wakes up." She kissed me on the cheek and we drank our coffee and discussed what we could do for fun this week with Annika.

I was mildly surprised that Julia agreed to let us (well, let Tatiana) have Annika for the week through the next Sunday. I was going to miss not being able to sleep (and make love) to Tatiana, but having Annika for an entire week somehow made up for that fact.

When Julia brought Annika around on Monday, Tatiana immediately switched into Mommy mode. What's more, I had no difficulty switching into Grampy mode. 

I used the opportunity to catch up on some work that was not critical, but was necessary to stay in business (such as paying my contractors, utilities and mortgage). I also made a couple of sales calls and actually signed a contract for a web design.

The main goal of the week, however, was being with Tatiana and Annika. Every morning we asked her what she wanted to do and every morning Annika did not hesitate to say, "Go swimming". 

The first time the three of us used the pool, it occurred to me that since she arrived, I had never seen Tatiana in a bathing suit; we always swam in the nude. She wore a yellow one-piece that was cut very high at the hip and it showed quite a bit of her ass. The front was cut quite low. It was conservative and sexy at the same time.

During the week, we took Annika to the Children's museum, a large state park, a baseball game (I finally was able to see a game in the new stadium) and a couple of movies. In the evenings, we played computer or board games. When it was time for Annika to go to bed, Tatiana and I took turns reading her stories; I read in English and Tatiana in Russian. Then, when she went to sleep, we would go downstairs, share a bottle of wine and make out for a while before we headed to bed (separately).

Before I went to sleep, I would always contemplate the day. I did not get much of a chance to do that when we slept together, but alone I was able to crystallize my thoughts.

There was no doubt that I was in love with Tatiana; I believe I had been for years. But that was not the full story. During that week, I also realized that I was also in love with being a family. For some reason, the fact that I could not sleep with Tatiana did not bother me as much as I thought it would. Having Annika tell me all the important things in her life and having her wrap her arms around me and giving me a goodnight kiss made me feel whole. It was funny that up until a few weeks ago, I was perfectly content with my life. Then I began sleeping with Tatiana and I realized that in my 57 years I had never really known total and all-consuming love. Then, after spending time being a "father" to Annika, I realized that I never really had a family; I was always an outsider in my own home.

Was it too late to have the love and the family that I never realized I was missing? Maybe, but I was going to try. How? Well that was a question for another time.

Sunday came all too quickly and Annika went back to her father, and Tatiana came back to my bed. Once again, she was sad, and this time, so was I. 

I would have figured that after a week, I would have been ready to fuck rocks, but as Tatiana and I lay in our bed, sex was not on our minds. We both felt a sense of loss because there was someone missing from our new little family.

I lay on my back with Tatiana's head resting on my chest. I had my arm wrapped around her and caressed her back, reaching almost down to the crack of her ass. We talked about the week with Annika and all the fun that we had. There was something that I wanted to say, but I still needed to work things out in my head. Then, she was silent, and her breathing became slow and measured. She was sleeping in my arms. Soon, I was sleeping, as well.

I awoke to the now familiar sensation of Tatiana's silky smooth skin against mine. Her head rested on my chest, and her hand gently stroking and caressing my cock. As it stirred, I stirred and Tatiana turned and looked at me. 

"Good Morning, Lover."

"Good Morning. That feels very good. I'll give you three hours to stop."

She kissed me gently on the lips. "Let's grab a quick shower and then I want to give you a blowjob." 



My Last Summer Romance Pt. 03



Chapter 4: What a Weekend! (Part 1)

Are there any sweeter words that a woman can say to a man? "I want to give you a blowjob."

I had been sleeping with my daughter, Tatiana for just over a month. She needed a place to stay when she moved up from Florida for the summer so my granddaughter, Annika, could spend the summer with her father (my son). I fixed up a guest room for them, but after a week, Tatiana and I became lovers and she slept with me except when Annika spent the night.

Tatiana was a creative and liberal lover. We had sex in the shower, in my home office, in the kitchen, in the back yard, in the pool and anywhere else that came to mind. We had vaginal sex in almost every position imaginable. Nearly every session involved me eating her pussy; I could not get enough of it. The only thing that was missing was that she never took my cock into her mouth.

I asked her about it and she explained that she had a miserable experience with Brien (my son); she was very self-conscious and did not want to wreck the mood. Suddenly, she announced that she wanted to give me a blowjob. In all honesty, this would be a new experience for me, as well. Julia (my ex) thought that blowjobs were for back-allies and had no place in a respectable relationship. The women I slept with since were of the same mindset. Oh, they would go down on me for a minute or so, but soon they would just want to fuck (although they certainly didn't mind if I ate their pussies). I didn't really care because they were not that important to me.

After Tatiana and I showered together, we headed, naked as always, into the bedroom. I walked towards the bed, but Tatiana asked me to sit on a wingback chair in the corner of the room. I was already hard from the anticipation of what was to come and the by attention she paid to my cock in the shower.

I sat and she kneeled between my legs. She took my cock in her hands and pulled my foreskin back. She examined the head of my penis and the ridge. She looked up and said, "So this is what makes me feel so good." She looked at the underside, studying the parts and getting a "lay of the land".

About then, pre-cum oozed from my cock. She leaned down and licked the end. "It tastes salty but sort of sweet." She took the head into her mouth and ran her tongue around the tip. I couldn't help but let out a moan of delight. She let loose of the tip and licked from the tip down to my balls and back up again. This time she took my cock into her mouth until I could feel it hit the back of her throat. She immediately started to gag.

"Denny, I'm so sorry, but I just can't get past my gag reflex. I just can't do it."

"Hey, Baby, you don't have to do that. I don't expect you to take me down your throat like a porn star. Just do what you are comfortable doing."

"But isn't that the point of a blow job?"

"I think I hear my idiot son, again. Did he tell you that?"

"Well, yes, as a matter of fact."

"God, instead of circumcising him, we should have castrated him. I am so sorry, but I should have done a better job of teaching him about being a man."

I slid off the chair and we sat on the floor. I took her in my arms.

"I want you to understand something. I never, ever want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Obviously, you have a sensitive gag reflex, so deep throating is out of the question. Don't even try it."

I held her closer and she took my cock into her hand.

"Tatiana, the purpose of a blow job or eating pussy is to share a pleasant experience. Do you enjoy it when I eat your pussy?"

"Of course...I love it."

"And I enjoy doing it. I enjoy knowing it gives you pleasure, and I enjoy being so completely intimate with you. Do you remember when I first went down on you? You were so nervous because you thought I would gross out. I promised you that I would stop doing anything that made me uncomfortable."

"I remember that."

"Well, that's the way it should be with you. Making love can't be mutually satisfying if one of us is uncomfortable with the situation or the activity."

She gave me a long passionate kiss. When she finally broke away, she said, "Get on the chair, I want to try this again."

This time it was very different. She did not fear that she would gag. She caressed, licked and sucked me for a very long time. She discovered the sensitive area between my scrotum and asshole. She paid attention to the frenulum on the underside of my cock. It was the most sensuous thing I had ever felt, and I just sat back and enjoyed it.

I started to feel guilty that she was working so hard. When I told her she could quit, she resisted and told me that she was enjoying it too much to stop. Finally, I felt my orgasm building, but it was very different from other orgasms. I felt it build not only in my crotch, but also in my chest and stomach. It seemed to be a total body experience.

"Oh, Baby, I am going to cum!"

She took her mouth away from my cock just as the first wave overcame me. I shot a rope that hit her on the cheek, and one that landed squarely on her forehead. The third was weaker and landed on her hand, which was jacking me. Then she surprised me by taking me back into her mouth where I shot two more, rather weak, ropes of cum.

I looked down and saw her looking up at me, her face covered in my seed and a smile on her face. I was never more in love with a woman than I was at that moment. Whether it was the power of a blowjob or the power of someone wanting to please, I did not know, but I certainly liked it.

"I never tasted cum before, I think next time I want you to come in my mouth."

"Next time? There will be a next time?"

"Absolutely. I really love it when you eat my pussy, but I always feel a little guilty because you were doing all the work and I was getting all the enjoyment. I just learned that giving is as pleasurable as getting. So, I don't want you to have all the fun."

After a little recovery time, we went outside by the pool, still naked, and lay out in the cool of the early July morning. After a time, we jumped into the water and swam laps, then played a game of "dunk and grab". The cool water always made her nipples hard and my cock wither and shrink into my body, but the total freedom of living without clothes was so stimulating.

As the sun moved around the house, I struggled to find shade, while Tatiana worshiped the sun and worked on her tan. One of the most wonderful summer jobs there could ever be is putting suntan lotion on Tatiana.

Since July Fourth was on Sunday, Monday was the Independence Day Holiday. Brien took advantage of the long weekend and made plans with Annika: plans that did not include Tatiana or me. I suggested that we take a drive along the North Shore of Lake Superior. Duluth had some great fireworks on Sunday and we planned to drive back on Monday. We were going to leave for "Up North" on Thursday afternoon to beat the weekend traffic.

A customer, for whom I created a web site, owned a resort with old-fashioned cabins on a bluff overlooking the lake. When I visited the resort to gathering information for his site, I was so impressed that I actually invested in it. So, even though it was generally booked from Memorial Day to Labor Day, Lester, the owner, always held back his best (and most expensive) cabin until the last minute for VIP's who do not generally plan ahead. Even with my "partner discount", the cabin was more than I would normally spend for a weekend get-away but since it was Tatiana, it was worth it. (Being a partner does not mean I get it free, just at a discount.)

Thursday was a perfect day. There were a few high puffy clouds and the temperature in the low 80's. We took the Beemer and rode with the top down. Tatiana wore a white tube top and a denim skirt. Her nipples created noticeable bumps in the material, and the light color made her dark areolas visible through the material. I knew that under the skirt was the smallest G-string I had ever seen. It was about an inch wide and barely covered her long puffy lips.

When we hit the freeway, Tatiana reclined the seat and settled back to work on her tan. She pulled the tube top down around her waist. She figured she sat low enough in the vehicle that no one could see her, and she was right...well almost right. She did not bargain on the dozens of big-rig truckers trying to get home for the long weekend. Every truck we passed was high enough that the driver had a great view of her sunning herself.

She wore big, oversized sunglasses, so I could not tell if she was awake or asleep. All I know for sure is that truck after truck accelerated to keep pace with us for a mile or so, and then fell back, only to be replaced by another. Each driver gave me a look that bordered on jealousy and admiration. One driver gave a pull on his air horn, which caused Tatiana to jump. She became aware of how exposed she was, but instead of covering herself, she waved to her admirer.

Unlike the scene at the shopping mall a couple weeks before, I knew I was in control of the situation. No truck, no matter how powerful, could keep up with my Roadster if I needed to make a quick escape.

Tatiana turned to me, as if seeking my permission to have some fun. I nodded, and just to make sure there was no question in anyone's mind about where Tatiana slept at night, she leaned over in the seat, with her g-string clad ass exposed to one lucky driver, gave me a kiss and grabbed my crotch. A duet of air horns from alongside and behind our little car honked their approval.

As she sat back in her seat, she flipped the back of her skirt up so her bare ass sat on the leather of the seat. I soon realized why as she started putting on quite a show for the six or so trucks that were following us from Minneapolis to Duluth. She pretended to lie back and work on her tan, with her white tube top still gathered around her waist. She acted as though she were trying to get comfortable, but in reality, every movement was designed to expose more and more of her smooth, tanned legs. I saw that the trucker next to us was on his CB radio, apparently giving a blow-by-blow description to the others in our convoy. As before, periodically one truck would fall back and then be replaced by another, driven by another very appreciative man.

After about 50 miles, I could see that Tatiana was getting a little red. Even though we were driving north, and the sun was behind us, it was still intense. She sat up and looked through her bag sitting on the floor at her feet. She took out some suntan lotion and rubbed it onto her face, neck, belly and tits. This brought on another cacophony of air horns.

She sealed the deal when she applied it to her legs and used that opportunity to slide the hem of her skirt up to meet the tube top gathered at her waist. The small, see-through thong, wet from her excitement, glistened in the sun.

Once again, she sat back in the seat and let the procession of eager truck drivers pass by to see what I get to see and touch every day. Occasionally, she would reach down and pull at the tiny bit of material covering her most private area, lifting it away from her body as if to adjust it, but in reality, giving the truck alongside a perfect view of her hairless pussy.

We played this game until we reached the outskirts of Duluth. We started to see more and more police cars and the traffic started to get heavier. Much to the dismay of our newly found friends, Tatiana smoothed her skirt, pulled up her top and sat up in the seat. Gradually our escorts moved up alongside us, honked their horns and exited the freeway. As each one passed, Tatiana pulled down her top and flashed them. By the time we passed the exit for the Port of Duluth, our friends had all gone about their business.

The traffic was heavy through Duluth; many people apparently had the same idea as I did and got out of town early. As we made our way through the traffic, I looked over at Tatiana. She wore a smile that just would not go away.

"What are you grinning at?" I asked.

"I am just thinking what great fun that was. I never thought I would ever expose myself like that, especially to total strangers. I mean, it was one thing to flash you when I was trying to seduce you, but these were total strangers. They all appreciated my body and were not shy about expressing their appreciation with their horns."

"You've come a long way in the past year or so."

"I would never do anything like this without you around and without your approval. I feel like my body is yours so this is something I would only do if it pleased you, too."

"What pleases me is having you sleep in my bed every night."

She leaned over in the seat and wrapped her left arm around my right arm and her right hand went to my crotch.

We stopped for lunch at one of the more popular restaurants in Duluth. We sat down and ordered two beers. We talked about the cabin and about how I came to know the owner.

About four years before, I called the owner of the small resort because of a lead I got from that year's Summer Solstice Ball. The owner was desperate. He had a very nice resort with comfortable cabins with lots of amenities. It was build in the 1930's and had more flavor and charm than the new, modern, sterile resorts that were popping up along the North Shore, but he did not know how to compete with their advertising budgets.

It was obvious after talking to him for five minutes that he could not afford my services, but I accepted the invitation see the place. He offered me a cabin for the weekend in exchange for a few suggestions. When I drove into the parking lot, I felt that it was some place special. It felt like an old black and white vacation picture of easier, less hectic times. Lester, his wife and I talked into the night about the history of the place and what it meant to them and their family. He was retired military and had put everything he had into it.

I went to bed and slept so soundly that when I woke the next morning, I knew that I wanted to save this unique piece of Americana. Later at breakfast, I made him a deal; I would kick in all my services and pay up to $100,000 in advertising in exchange for a 25% stake in the resort. He jumped at my offer, and we had the deal signed before I left for home.

Bookings that summer were still weak, but by fall, the advertising and the web site were beginning to have an effect. We were booked most of the holiday weekends in the winter as people took advantage of the cross-country skiing and snowmobile trails near the resort. The following summer, we were booked most weekends, and now, we only close for about a month or so from the end of the fall colors until the snowmobile trails open.

"It was one of the best investments I ever made. I recovered my investment in two years and since then is has generated some nice income."

As we talked, she had her hand in my lap, and I had my hand in hers, rubbing each other through our cloths. Tatiana was definitely horny, and I even thought about getting a room for a couple of hours. I knew that would be impossible, because everything in town was booked for the holiday weekend. Besides, by the time we found a room in Duluth, we could be checked in and rolling around in the king-sized bed that I knew awaited us.

Soon we finished lunch and prepared for the couple hour drive to the resort. Tatiana excused herself to go to the restroom while I paid the bill. When she came out, it looked like her face was flushed, but it might have just been a reaction to the sun.

We walked arm and arm out of the restaurant. To some I was just a man with an affectionate daughter. To others, I was a lecherous old coot. To everyone, I was one lucky SOB.

As we started our last leg of the journey, Tatiana turned to me and asked, "Have you ever masturbated in a public place before?"

"Ahh, no. Have you?"

"Yes, about five minutes ago in the bathroom. I was so hot from all the attention that I could not resist. I wanted to wait until we were in our cabin, but I figured that would be two or three hours, and I couldn't wait."

"Tell me more."

"Well, there isn't much to tell. I was standing over the toilet with my panties down around my knees and my fingers on my pussy to open me up so I wouldn't dribble. I touched my clit and that was it; I had to get some relief.

With that, she handed me her tiny thong. It was not damp; it was wet. I lifted it to my nose and breathed in her familiar scent, combined with the smell of coconut from the sun tan lotion she had applied earlier.

"And Denny, I am still horny as hell. I came, but it was not as satisfying as your tongue or cock. Let me unzip you and give you some relief, too."

"Oh, Baby, I can't. I want to stay off the main road and take a road very near the lake. It twists and turns and if you get me too worked up, we are likely to drive off a cliff and into Lake Superior. I can wait until we get to our cabin. It is the perfect setting for a loving blowjob."

She got a pouty look on her face, which soon turned into amazement as we caught our first glimpse of the craggy shores of the world's largest freshwater lake. As the scenery unfolded before us, she became mesmerized. Eagles circled high above, waiting for a fish to come too close to the surface. We drove through small towns that retained the culture and flavor of early 20th century life on the lake.

Finally, she turned in her seat, giving me quick glimpse of her naked pussy and asked, "How come I have never seen any of this before. I lived in Minnesota for nearly seven years and have never seen anything so beautiful."

"This is one of my favorite places on earth. The drive from here to the Canadian border is mile after mile of one-of-a-kind scenery. When we were married, I tried to talk Julia and Brien into coming up here with me, but they were never interested. In retrospect, I guess I am glad I never shared it with them and that I am sharing it with you."

Soon we arrived at the resort. We drove to the main house and I was surprised that the lot was full of cars. We entered the lodge and Marge, Lester's wife, greeted us with a huge hug. Marge was 300 pounds of the nicest woman you would ever want to meet. Her husband, Lester, weighed about 130 pounds. I sometimes wondered how that worked, but when I thought about it, my skin crawled at the image.

"Lester went into town for some supplies. He asked me to put you in cabin #1. He didn't know that there would be two of you. I hope a one-bedroom cabin will work out. If not, we have trouble."

"No trouble at all. Marge, meet Tatiana. She and I are...well...let's just say that one cabin with one bed will be enough."

"Dennis Johnson, I am so glad that you found someone. Tatiana, this is quite a man. He saved our business and in the process probably saved our marriage. You be good to him."

"I will, Marge, and I agree that he is a good man. He saved me, too."

Marge gave her a curious look, hoping for more details, but when none came, she changed the subject to business. "We're having a full house this weekend. Every cabin booked at the full rack rate...well, except for yours."

I chuckled and said, "It looks like people are getting an early start. The parking lot is full."

"Most of them have been here all week. You are the last to check in, so here are your keys. Now get out of here and have some fun."

Tatiana answered for both of us, "Oh, we will. I promise, we will."

I grabbed the single large suitcase we packed for the weekend, and the smaller bags we each had for our personal items and walked to our cabin. As we got closer, we heard the waves as they broke on the shore about 20 feet below us.

By some standards, the cabin would have seemed rustic, but by northern Minnesota standards, it was downright luxurious.




My Last Summer Romance Pt. 03



The main entrance was through the back door, which entered into small, but fully equipped kitchen on the left and a small eating area on the right. Beyond the dining area was a large great room that spanned the front of the cabin. It had three couches that opened into beds. (Although it was only a one-bedroom cabin, it could sleep ten people.) There was a small bathroom adjacent to the dining with a very small shower.

Near the kitchen was a wet bar, and on the opposite wall, a 50-inch plasma TV. There was a second floor that covered half the footprint of the house. Entry to the second floor was by a circular staircase in the area that separated the dining area from the great room.

The most dramatic feature, however, was the view of the lake through the large patio doors. It stretched out to the horizon and the southerly breeze caused waves to lap onto the shore in a rhythmic and almost hypnotic way.

Through the patio doors was a large deck with a barbeque and several Adirondack chairs and chaise lounges. It also had a hot tub with a spectacular view of the lake. The cabin is the last building on the point, and out of the view of the other lakeshore cabins, so the deck offered complete privacy.

I dropped our bags and led Tatiana out onto the deck. Once again, she was awestruck by the beauty. Then she looked around. "I don't see any other cabins."

"...and you won't, either. They are all set back from the lake. When the original owner built this resort the 1930's it was for the upper class. This cabin was the most exclusive cabin so the original owners didn't want some rich industrialist's view ruined by other vacationers."

I turned and went back into the cabin. "Come on; let me show you the bedroom."

"Oh, now I like the sound of that."

We got to the foot of the stairs. "You go ahead. I'll follow with the bags."

As she ascended the steep spiral staircase, I looked up and got a perfect up-skirt view of her naked pussy. "If you think the view of the lake is good, you should see the view I have right now." She looked down and knew exactly what I meant.

"Well, kind sir, in a couple of minutes you are going to get a much closer view than that. I need my pussy eaten and you are just the man I want to do it. Then I am going to suck your cock, because Marge told me to be good to you."

I was pleased that Tatiana was now comfortable with sucking me. What a turn of events! Just a few days ago, she was afraid that sucking my cock would be unpleasant. Now she considers it to be an important part of our lovemaking sessions.

The only bedroom had a king-size, four-poster bed covered with big, homemade quilt. The bed faced the lake and the vista was magnificent. Outside was another deck with two chairs and a small table. The bathroom was large with modern fixtures, but in the style of the 1930's. The toilet had a pull chain to flush, and in the center of the room was a massive cast iron claw-foot tub.

We stood on the deck with my arm around her waist.

"Oh, Denny, thank you for bringing me here. I feel so special right now." Then she turned towards me, wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed. God, I love kissing her. If, for some reason we could no longer be together, I think kissing her is what I would miss the most.

Then she broke away, grabbed my shirt at the bottom, and pulled it over my head. Next, she deftly unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and slid them, with my briefs, down my legs. My cock was semi-hard as she stepped back, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She was naked from the waist down because I had her panties in the pocket of my shorts. I stepped forward and helped her remove her tube top.

"Sit in that chair," She commanded. "It is 3:30 in the afternoon and it occurs to me that you have not cum, yet today. I am going to remedy that right now." I did as ordered, and she grabbed a cushion off the other chair and threw it on the deck in front of me. I sat facing the lake, but it did not capture my attention; the beautiful woman now kneeling between my legs did.

In the week or so since she overcame her reluctance to take me into her mouth, she became more confident and started experimenting. A Tatiana blowjob became less about sucking and licking, and more about the total attention to my cock, using her mouth, hands, tits, feet and even her hair. She took great pleasure in playing with and manipulating my foreskin. She told me that, while I was the third lover she had ever had, I was the first who was uncircumcised. My ample foreskin and prolific flow of pre-cum made artificial lubrication unnecessary. We found it ironic that we both had extra skin "down there": her with her large lips, and me with my uncut penis. For her, her long, puffy lips went from a reason for embarrassment to a source of pride.

Her favorite technique was to pull my foreskin over the end of my penis. Then she would flick her tongue over the tender skin, mimicking the way that I used my tongue on her clit. Then, with her fingers, she would pull the skin apart, insert her tongue down through the opening, and flick the end of my cock. She sucked, twisted, rubbed, and tickled me for nearly 30 minutes. Her varied technique made these long sessions possible and very erotic, and the resulting orgasm was extremely powerful. As mine approached, I warned her so she could decide whether to swallow my cum which she did often, or direct it at her face or on her tits. This time she sat up on her knees and let the full force of my orgasm land on her chest and tits. One rope hung off her right nipple, but as was about to fall to the floor, she slid up my body and my own cum blended with my perspiration. She glided up my body and kissed me. Tatiana's kisses are almost better than sex, but when they come right after sex, they are unimaginably pleasurable.

She looked at me and smiled. "It makes me so happy to be able to do that. To think I went so long without knowing how much fun it was to give the man I love a blowjob."

"I'm glad I can make you happy. Now, make me happy and let me return the favor."

Although she was enthusiastic and almost demanding for me to eat her pussy earlier, she became self-conscious because she had not showered since this morning. The excitement of exposing herself to the dozens of truck drivers on the way up got her juices flowing and the excruciatingly sensuous blowjob only added to her sexual excitement, and she was uncomfortable with me getting to close.

Personally, I did not care, because I love her scent. When she showered before I ate her pussy, she tasted rather sterile and I smelled the soap instead of her. On a couple of occasions, I woke her up in the middle of the night by performing oral sex; her musky aroma, combined with the lingering scents her perfume and perspiration, was such a turn-on for me.

I told her the shower was not big enough for the two of us and I was not going to wait to feast on her. I gently pushed her down on the same chair. I slid her down until her butt was barely on the seat, and I sat with my legs under the chair, with my eyes (and tongue) at pussy level. The position was awkward, and I was unable to reach her tits or finger her cunt and ass. It was just my tongue and her pussy.

I breathed in the musky scent that was unique to her. She always dabbed a little cologne on her thighs and whenever I was between her legs, the mixture of scents could keep me hard for hours. It was very different to use only my tongue, lips and teeth to stimulate her.

Her pussy was still smooth, but fine hair was beginning to grow back in. I really liked the smoothness of her hairless pussy, but whether to go through the process of having her pussy and ass waxed again would have to be her decision.

I began by kissing her inner thighs. There were signs that she had been so wet that her sweet nectar dripped down her legs. I licked her clean as I worked my way up her legs to her most feminine of parts. I kissed around her puffy outer lips and then gently pulled on her inner lips. Her scent was intoxicating and despite cumming a few minutes prior, it was making me hard again.

I used my tongue to separate her lips to get at her clit. I knew that she liked it when I was slow to touch it, so I worked around the edges. I was also able use my tongue to massage her in the area between her asshole and luscious lips. When I finally touched her clit with the tip of my tongue, she arched her back and let out a groan: a response to the hours of sexual stimulation without relief.

While I could not use my hands on her, she could certainly use her hands on me, which she did by forcing my head into her aching crotch. I frantically tried to keep pace with her demands, flicking my tongue and humming to vibrate her sensitive and aroused sex.

Then she came!

She let out a scream that could only be associated with a woman in the grips of passion. Her release brought on a flood vaginal elixir. I drank it all in, then gently kissed her pussy and thighs as she came down from her orgasmic high. Finally, she ran her fingers through my hair and sighed, "Oh, god, I needed that!"

I slid out from under the chair and stood over her. I kissed her gently and she ran her fingers through my chest hair, which was crusted with my own cum from the oral attention she showed me earlier.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and said, "I think the fireworks have started already." I went into the bedroom and grabbed two beers out of the mini-bar. I pulled up a chair next to Tatiana's and we sat holding hands, naked with my cum drying in the sun.

At about six o'clock, she decided to soak in the large, old-fashioned tub. I used the shower downstairs. When I finished, I dried off, went back upstairs, and looked in on Tatiana. She was stretched out in the tub and looked like the picture of contentment.

"Hey," I said, "Do you want me to wash your back?"

"That would be great. Do you know that I have not had a bath in over a month? This feels wonderful."

I kneeled on the floor next to the tub, took one of the thick washcloths and applied a liberal amount of bath gel. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her knees. As I created lather on her back, she moaned with pleasure. I continued with her chest and tits. I worked down her tummy to her well-used pussy. As I bent over, she looked up and kissed me.

"I noticed that my pubic hair is starting to come in again. I have an appointment next week to have it waxed again."

"You know", I said, "You don't need to do it if you don't want to."

"I thought you liked it without hair. Did you change your mind?"

"Hell no, I love your hairless cunt. I just know it is painful and if you don't want to go through the hassle and discomfort, I understand."

"Please don't take this wrong, but not everything I do is for you. I love it, too, so unless you object, I am going to keep my pussy, ass and legs waxed...Now get out of here so I can finish up so we can go exploring and check this place out."

Tatiana put on a short white skirt that came to a couple inches about her knee. Underneath she wore a white cotton thong. On top, she had on a baby blue tank top that was very tight and made it clear to anyone passing by that she was in excellent shape. Some low-heel sandals finished off the ensemble and we headed out.

In July, this far north, it stays light well past 9:30 in the evening. When we left our cabin, it was about 6:00, and the sun was still quite high in the sky, but the shadows were beginning to lengthen. The breeze off the lake also made it deceptively cool; cool enough that Tatiana's nipples were in a constant state of excitement.

We walked over to the lodge. In the rush of checking in and getting our sexual needs satisfied, I did not get a chance to show her around. When we entered, Lester was on a ladder changing a light bulb.

"Hey, Lester, how the hell are you?"

"Why Dennis Johnson, you finally decided to come up and see us. And Margie tells me that you brought a lady friend with you."

"Yes, I did. Lester, this is Tatiana Lakova. Tatiana, this is Lester. He owns the place."

Holy....God, Margie said you a pretty, young thing; she was not exaggerating. It is a pleasure to meet you."

"I am happy to meet you, too, Lester. Denny told me some wonderful things about this place, and I can see that he is not exaggerating either. This place is wonderful."

"Oh my," Lester gushed. "I could listen to you talk all day. I love your accent. Is it German?"

"No, I am Russian."

"Well, I am glad you came up here. Dennis, let me show you what I installed."

We walked out to the huge outdoor swimming pool and heard an ear-piercing scream and a splash. I panicked for a moment until I heard the laughter. We came around the corner just in time to see a kid jump into a large water slide and corkscrew around and be launched about ten feet in the air before landing in the Olympic sized pool.

"When did you put this in? It's great."

Lester beamed. "We just opened it up a couple of days ago. I installed it this spring, but it took awhile to get it approved by the county board."

Tatiana looked at it with awe. "Is it just for kids, or can anyone use it?"

"Anyone under 200 pounds, so Dennis and Margie will just have to watch, but you and I can certainly give it a try."

"I am going to do that. I bet Annika would love it, too."

"Annika? Who's Annika?"

I replied, "Annika is Tatiana's daughter."

"Why didn't you bring her along? This IS a family resort."

"She is spending time with her dad this weekend. It gives Tatiana and me time for a little one-on-one time."

"I know," Lester said with a wink. "I heard."

Rather than be embarrassed, Tatiana smiled.

We walked back into the lodge. I showed her the huge fireplace. I told her that Lester and Marge build a fire every night. This close the lake, the temperatures can dip to near 50 degrees at night, even in the middle of summer. We sat in the huge, overstuffed chairs and took in the atmosphere.

After a few moments, Tatiana slid forward on chair and looked at me. She had a funny look on her face. "Why did you use my maiden name when you introduced me to Lester? Why didn't you use Johnson?"

"It was on the spur of the moment. I like Lester and Marge, but they are not what I would call friends. If I introduced you as Johnson, the moment you said your first word with your sexy Russian accent, Lester would know there is more to the story. If your name was Peterson or Anderson, it might have passed without too much notice, but having the same name as me would have raised issues that were just none of his business."

"But he didn't even know I was Russian until I told him. He thought I was German."

"Don't kid yourself. Lester may come off as a hick from the north woods who doesn't know a German from a Russian, but he bought this place when he retired from the military as a Lieutenant Colonel. He was a linguist with the army in Germany. He speaks Russian, German, French and Polish. I bet he can tell you are from St. Petersburg just by listening to your accent. I'm sorry that I lied, but it was not really a lie, just a truth that was not up-to-date."

"I guess I understand. It just surprised me, that's all. I haven't thought of myself as Tatiana Lakova for a long time."

The shadows were getting longer as the sun sank lower into the sky and I felt a need to change the subject. "Let's go for a drive. There's something I want to show you."

"Okay, what is it?"

"You'll see. Let's grab the extra quilt from the closet and grab a bottle of wine and some snacks."

After a quick stop at the cabin, we got into the car and headed northeast on the Lakeshore Road. We left the cabin at about 8:30. After about 20 minutes, we came to an old trail that angled down to a point that juts out into lake. The timing was perfect. Sunset was at a little past nine and I knew that from the point we would get a spectacular view of the sun as it sank below the horizon, and with the clear, moonless night, the stars would be spectacular.

As we sat, facing the western sky, the vastness of the lake was obvious. To the north, the rugged a beautiful shoreline with its copper color cliffs reflected the sun as it sunk closer to the water's surface.

I held Tatiana close as the spectacle unfolded in front of us. The sun came closer to disappearing for the day. The sky turned to indigo as the canopy of darkness followed the sun. By 9:45, darkness enveloped us as one by one the stars appeared in the darkness. Then we lay back, hip to hip and watched as day gave way to night. We were nearly 100 miles away from the nearest big city, so there was no light pollution to washout the starry vista above. Soon, billions of specks of light turned the sky from black to star-lit.

When the sky finally turned from azure blue to a black sky with billions of twinkling lights, she rolled to me, kissed me, and guided my hand to her breast. "Oh Denny I have never seen anything like this in my life. Thank you for bringing me here. How long can we stay here?"

"Until we get cold or the county sheriff comes."

"Will you make love to me here, under the stars?"

I didn't answer her, I simply kissed her again and slid my hand under her skirt and pushed aside the fabric covering her pussy. With the other hand, I lifted her top, exposing her breasts and suckled like a hungry infant. She held my head and stroked my hair, then reached down and lowered the zipper on my shorts. She reached in, fished my hardening member through the fly of my briefs and shorts, and slowly jacked me until I was hard.

The night was still warm, and the heat of the day radiated from the rocks, which also protected us from the cooling breeze off the lake. In the darkness, I could see only a silhouette of Tatiana's body, but I knew it so well that in my mind I could see her as if it were the brightest day. With the quilt as a mattress, I lay, half on top of her as I slipped my left hand under her skirt. I felt the heat radiating from her as the simple white thong she wore became damp with her juices. She raised her hips as an invitation to remove them. As I slid them past her knees and ankles, she sat up and removed her skimpy top. She lay back, and in the darkness, I could see that she was caressing her own breasts and pulling at her nipples.

My cock was painfully erect and I stood and removed my shirt, pants and briefs. At this point, if the Sheriff came by, we would have some explaining to do, but for a chance to make love to Tatiana in this setting, it was worth the risk. Tatiana unzipped her skirt, sat up again and slipped it off by lifting it over her head. We lay under the stars of a glorious Northern Minnesota night naked, with our passion for each other at a fever pitch. It was then that it occurred to me that I had not had intercourse with Tatiana in nearly 24 hours. (For a fleeting moment, I smiled to myself, thinking , here I am complaining that I had not had intercourse with Tatiana for a day, when I used to go weeks and months without putting my cock inside the body of a woman.)

Then she pulled me on top of her, reached down and guided my cock into her wet pussy. I slid in easily as she raised her legs to give me the space I needed to penetrate fully. I pushed all the way in, until our pelvises met. I held the position for several seconds to enjoy the sensation as her tight pussy grabbed my cock. Then, slowly, I pulled out until only the head of my penis was inside her. I thrust again and then developed a comfortable rhythm. Rather than a conventional piston type action, I ground my pelvis into hers, changing the type and direction of the friction against her clit as my cock maintained constant contact. The affect was dramatic as the surroundings, the sky and the action quickly brought her to the edge of orgasmic pleasure. I made sure that I kept pressure against her clit by using my hands against her ass to coordinate our movements.




My Last Summer Romance Pt. 03



This session was nothing but straight sex under the stars. The day was filled with erotic actions, sights and smells and her passion was high. We came together. As I shot my load into her hungry pussy, she arched her back and let out a long, low, and very loud moan. After a day of sexual tension, we collapsed into each other's arms. Suddenly I was chilly and pulled the quilt over us.

As soon as I covered up, a blinding light pierced the night and shined on us from where my car I parked my car.

"Hey, Lake Country Sheriff. Now that you are finished, you two need to move along. This is private property."

"Ah, sorry. We were just watching the sunset."

"I know, I heard. I am going out to the main road. I expect to see your car come out of here in less than ten minutes. If you do, that will be the end of it. If not, then you and your friend will take a ride with me. Have a good night."

The light snapped off and I heard the gravel crunch under his feet, his car door slam and he leave the area. We looked at each other in the darkness; I could tell that she was scared. I laughed and said that we should probably leave.

We got dressed, grabbed our stuff and headed to the main road. As promised, a patrol car waited. He did save my ass by not issuing me a ticket, so when I passed his car, I rolled down the window and thanked him.

"Are you Dennis Johnson?"

"Ah, yes. How did you know?"

"I ran your license plate. Aren't you Lester's business partner from the Cities?"

"Yes I am. You found that out from my license plate?"

"No, Lester talks about you all the time. I am glad you saved his resort; he's a good guy, and I could hardly arrest someone who did that. My wife and I stay there sometimes and it is something special. By the way, I have been trying to figure out the meaning of your vanity plate. What does 'FUB' signify?"

"It is a tribute to my ex-wife. It stands for 'Fuck You Bitch'."

"God I love it. You and your friend have a good evening."

I rolled up the window and we headed back to our cabin. I looked over at Tatiana, and she was shaking. "Are you cold?"

"No, I'm not cold; I am scared shitless. I hate dealing with police. In Russia, it was never pleasant. Once when I was riding with Brien he was arrested for drunk driving, and was treated like a criminal. When that policeman caught us down by the water, naked and having sex, I didn't know what to do. I was so glad to get out of there, but then when you stopped and talked to him just now, I was so scared."

"I am so sorry. I guess I didn't realize. Can you forgive me?"

"Just hold me."

"Oh, Baby, I can't. Our friend is behind us and if I pull over now, he will pull over, too. The resort is just around the next curve in the road."

As we came to the turn-off into the resort, the red and blue lights of the squad car flashed for an instant as a form of good-bye. Of course, he had no way of knowing how they would affect Tatiana. She jumped across the center console and wrapped her arms tightly around me. She was obviously terrified.

"It's okay, Baby. We just turned into the drive and the police have gone. We will be in our bed in about two minutes."

Although the temperature had only dropped a few degrees, Tatiana was shivering violently. I wrapped her in the quilt and carried her into the cabin. As I put one arm across her back and the other under her knees, she desperately clung to me. She felt cold to the touch and figured she was either scared or slightly hypothermic. Either way, I knew I could not carry her up the spiral staircase to the bedroom without bumping her head and causing major injury.

Instead, I took her into the small downstairs bathroom. I turned on the shower so it was quite warm, stripped off her clothes and then mine and got under the stream of hot water.

It was a tight fit, and all I could do was hold her shivering body against mine, letting the water ran over both of us. She held on to me in desperation. I tried to pull her away to look at her face, but she almost panicked and held me tighter.

After a few minutes of wondering what to do, the shivering stopped and her pulse came back to normal. She still hung on to me, but her hands started moving across my back and she started kissing my chest. Then, she took in and let out a deep breath, and the panic attack (which I figured out later) had past.

The water was beginning to get cold, so I shut it off and grabbed one of the huge, thick towels and wrapped it around her and dried her off.

She looked up at me with a look of embarrassment on her face. "I'm really sorry about that. I don't know what came over me."

"Well, if I had to guess, I would say there is a story to be told, but not tonight. Do you think you can make it up the stairs?"

"I'm fine. Let's just go to bed...and thanks for not pressing me on this. I promise I will tell you about it."

We went up the stairs together and climbed under the covers of the huge bed. After our session on the deck earlier, I had left the door open. The breeze caused the sheer white curtains to blow into the room like ghosts of summers past. Tatiana climbed in, naked, between the crisp white sheets and drew the quilt up around her neck. I climbed in beside her and spooned around her still damp body. I leaned over to kiss her goodnight, but she was already asleep. I stayed close to her and soon, the now familiar feel of her body, and her steady breathing pushed aside the thoughts of why she was so afraid of the police, and I drifted off to sleep.

Facing the lake, on the North Shore, it means that the sun is streaming in the windows all day. The next morning, I woke up after 4:30, and the sky was turning from black to predawn grey. The three quarter moon was still high in the sky, but began to fade as the impending dawn came closer.

I slipped out of bed and onto the deck and watched the daily transition from night to day. By 5:15, the sun rose from the lake and a new day had begun. As I watched, my mind went back to the previous night. Why had Tatiana reacted so badly to a very nice cop, who cut us both a break?

I was so deep in thought that I did not realize Tatiana was up until I felt her warm, naked body against mine as she wrapped the quilt around both of us to ward off the early morning chill.

She kissed my shoulder and laid her head against my back. "You must think I am a real nut case after last night. When I woke up and you were gone, I thought maybe you wanted to get away from me."

"I hope you are joking, because I never want to be away from you. I do want to know what happened so I can make sure it never happens again." I turned under the blanket, facing her. I wrapped my arms around her so she would know that she would always be safe as long as I was around. I kissed her, but not deeply. (She has a thing about kissing before brushing her teeth.)

"We discovered last night that the showers are not really big enough for two people, so can I get in first while you make some coffee? I will come downstairs and then I feel like I owe you an explanation for last night."

I reminded her that she had to wear a robe or get dressed because the widows on the ground floor were at a height that people could look in. I put on my robe, grabbed my toothbrush and as I started down the stairs, I realized that while the kitchen was fully equipped, I never got any supplies. "Shit, I was going to buy coffee and some other staples on the way up here, but I totally forgot. Let me see if there is anything left from the last residents."

I threw on my robe and walked down the spiral staircase and to the kitchen. When we came back last night, I did not notice the note sitting on the counter.

Dennis and Tatiana,

I figured you two had other things on your mind than food, so I took the liberty of getting you some staples. There is coffee and bread in the cupboard and milk, cream and eggs in the fridge. If you need anything else, just call me on my cell, or come down to the lodge.

It is so good to have you here,

Marge

I yelled to Tatiana, "Good news, we have coffee!"

As I sat waiting, the resort was coming to life. It was only 6:00, but already guests were getting an early start on that Friday, what was unofficially the start of the long weekend. Soon I heard the water shut off, and saw her walk, naked, into the bedroom. I poured her a cup of coffee with cream and a little sugar and waited. She came down the stairs wearing the short, red silk robe that I bought her during Annika's one-week visit with us. It covered her ass and pussy, but as she came down the stairs, it hid nothing. She walked over to me, put her arms around me and thanked me for a wonderful evening. She thought it was so romantic, watching the sunset and then making love under the stars. "I am so sorry I messed everything up with my foolish behavior."

"You didn't mess anything up. It was a very good evening because any evening I spend with you is a good evening. I just need to know what happened so it doesn't happen again."

"Unfortunately, that is something we cannot avoid. I am just so afraid of police. I know it is irrational, but it is a fact."

Tatiana had told me much about herself, but she was very sketchy when it came to details about her life before coming to the States. I felt that I was finally going to get a glimpse at that life because I felt it had something to do with her fear of the police.

"Can you tell me about it?"

"I was born in the last decade of the Soviet Union. When I started school, I was too young to understand that history was being made around me as the Soviet Union began to crumble. My father was a good provider. He was the manager of a factory that produced machine parts. We were not rich, but we had a nice home and we were comfortable."

She paused. I think there was a tear in her eyes, but I did not try to comfort her. She was in her own world, describing her early life as though she were describing a movie she saw, or a book she read.

"Anyway, in 1992, the Soviet Union broke apart, and suddenly, I no longer lived in Leningrad, I lived in St. Petersburg. I no longer lived in the Soviet Union; I lived in Russia. My father no longer had a job because the factory closed down. There was no food and certainly no clothes or toys: none of the things that are important to an 11-year-old. We still had our apartment, but the elevator never worked and the hallways smelled of urine and filth."

Another pause, and by this time she was struggling to keep her composure. I moved towards her but she held up her hand to stop me. She was telling me things that I knew from reading the newspapers, but this was a personal story. I think she would have told the story in the same way, even if I were not in the room.

"One day there was a knock on the door, and then the door flew off the hinges as three policemen kicked it down. They grabbed my father, threw him to the floor, and beat him with black rubber sticks. He curled up in a fetal position to protect himself, but they still hit him in the back and around the head. They said that he stole bread and milk from the market. They put handcuffs on him and dragged him out the door. They literally dragged him and I could hear as his feet hit every step. As a child I could not figure out what was happening, but that night I had nightmares about it."

Her coffee sat on the table, untouched. She got up and walked to the window. To the southwest, storm clouds were building. It would rain later today. In our little hideaway, a cloud also hung over my lover.

She turned toward me and continued, pacing around the room as she talked. "The next day, my mother went to the police station with me and my little sister, Svetlana. She pleaded with the officer at the desk to allow her see my father, but they would not. While she was talking to the officer, I walked around, like 11-year-olds will do and I saw other men in uniform beating men in the same way my father was beaten. I turned to ask my mother a question, just as I saw the policeman she was talking to, slap her hard across the face. It was so loud that the whole police station went quiet for a moment. I ran to her and held her while Svetlana grabbed Mother around her leg. The man told her to pay the shop owner what my father stole, and then bring Rubles to him and he would see if he could help."

She slumped on the sofa next to me. She was openly sobbing. "It took mother two weeks to beg for enough money to pay the shop owner and pay off the policeman. In the mean time, my mother went to the station every day to ask about my father. Every day, she was told that sooner she got the money, the sooner my father would be safe. When Mother finally got the money, she went to the same officer, and he told her to come back tomorrow. Later that night, there was a knock on the door and there stood my father, beaten, sick and weak. He could barely stand up. I almost did not recognize him, but when I did, I was so happy to see him. He said he was okay, but he was never the same. He died of pneumonia about two months later."

She looked up at me. "As it turns out, he never stole the bread or the milk. The clerk stole it and blamed my father. The police did not investigate or check out the clerk's story. They just came in and beat him. In my mind, the police beat my father to death."

She gave a deep sigh. "Then, just after Annika was born, Brien was arrested for driving drunk. He got nasty with the police and they slammed him against the car and put him in handcuffs. When one of the policemen came back to the car, I was so afraid. He asked me if I could drive, and when I said I could, he saw Annika in the back seat. He started yelling at me for putting my baby in such danger. I knew how my mother felt when the policeman slapped her: powerless and scared. Then he told me to come to the station in three hours with $500 bail and Brien could go home. Otherwise he would have to spend the night in jail."

She continued. "I called Julia and she had the money and drove me to the police station. When I paid the bail, Brien came out and his eye was swollen. I thought the same thing happened to him as happened to my father. What I found out later is that he said the wrong thing to someone in the holding cell and they hit him."

I could see now why she was afraid of the police. Her only interaction with them had been negative. I did not know much about the police in Russia, but I knew that in the USA, especially Minnesota, if you show them respect, they generally treat you with respect.

"Denny, I've never told that story to anyone before. I never even told Brien. I've had nightmares about it for the past 18 years. There is always a policeman in a green uniform and black leather belt swinging a rubber club at the people I loved: first it was my mother and sister, then it was Brien, then Annika. After I left Brien and realized I had feelings for you, you were the one being beaten. When we became lovers the dreams stopped, but last night, I was so scared. I thought the policeman was going to do the same to you, and that it would be my fault for lying there naked, and having sex while the police were waiting to beat you."

There was no point trying to get her to think rationally. By her own admission, she had an irrational fear. What I could do was give her comfort and support. I sat beside her, put my arms around her and held her close. She slid her hand under my robe and ran her fingers across my chest. She looked up and gently kissed my lips. By this time, it was about 6:30.

"You know," she said. "It is much too early to be up. I'm going back to bed for a while. If you want to join me, you will get a treat." As she climbed the spiral staircase, the robe slipped off her shoulders and she made the assent naked. I scurried to the stairs, gathered up the discarded garment, and followed her to the bedroom.

When I entered the room, she was sitting on the side of the bed. She had her hands folded in her lap. Her perfect tits were exposed for my eyes to feast upon. Despite the serious and sad conversation we had just a few moments ago, I got hard, as I always do when I see her naked body.

"Denny, take off the silly robe and let's lie here for a while." I dropped her robe and mine on the floor and climbed in beside her. A few minutes ago, she was so sad and crying and now, she beckoned me to be with her.

Was it the right thing to do? A long time ago, I made a promise to myself that I would never have sex with anyone who was vulnerable: not when she was drunk, on the rebound, or in this case, when she was sad and seeking sex for comfort. But this was different, wasn't it? After all, how could I take advantage of someone with whom I have been having sex twice a day for more than a month? I could not explain it, but doing so just did not seem right.

I climbed into bed with her. I was going to hold her and give her the comfort that she needed, but I was not going to make love to her...then it occurred to me. Make love. That was the difference between having sex with a vulnerable woman, and making love to someone as a way of showing them love, support and protection. As I lay down, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her. She pulled herself to me as if she were trying to get inside me. I held her naked body against mine and did not say a word for what seemed like hours. When she came up the stairs, I am sure it was her intention to make love to me: maybe even take the lead. But once we got into the bedroom, that was not want she wanted. I could tell by her breathing that she was not sleeping.

"Tatiana, tell me about your father."

"Oh, Denny, he was a wonderful man. He would have been about your age now...maybe a couple of years younger. You and he could have been friends. He was tall and very handsome. He worked as a manager in a parts factory, and to everyone else, that is who he was, but to me he was my hero. Every Friday he would come home from work and bring my sister and me some candies from the International Store. I know now it was very expensive, but nothing was too good for his two girls."

She reached down and stroked my legs and belly as she told the story of her father. "Every Sunday, we went to one of the parks, or to the museum or for walks along the river. No matter what Svetlana or I told him, it was as though our words were the most important and insightful he had ever heard. He expected us to take advantage of his position to excel in school and to make a difference. He made sure we knew about the history and art of Russia. He never called it the Soviet Union; it was always Russia. Oh, how he loved the Hermitage Museum. As huge as it was, I think he knew every square meter, and regarded the artwork as his friends...then they arrested him. When he came home, he was changed. He was no longer interested in anything. He would just sit by the window and stare into space. He was a broken man. He developed a cough, but we did not have the money to go to a doctor and he got worse and worse. Then he died. There is nothing more to it than that."

"What about your sister and mother? What became of them?"

"My mother got a job at a hotel as a maid. My sister grew up and went to a university in St Petersburg. In that, we were very lucky. Back then, most Soviet citizens knew how to do things, but they did not think. When Yeltsen became president, the government paid for any student who wanted a college education. He knew that Russians needed thinkers, not just doers like during the days of the Soviet Union. My sister Svetlana is engaged to be married next spring and still lives in St. Petersburg, very near our mother."

"When was the last time you were back to Russia?"

"When I left eight years ago, I have never been back. Life is much easier here, but I still miss the beauty of St. Petersburg. I really wish I could show you around."




My Last Summer Romance Pt. 03



Would you like to go for the wedding? We could bring Annika and she could get a chance to meet her other grandma. You could reconnect with your sister and mother, and you could show me your hometown."

"Denny, are you serious? You're not saying that just to get in my pants are you? Oops, I'm not wearing pants... I appreciate the thought, but there is no way that Brien would grant permission for me to take Annika out of the country."

"There might be a way. For now, just tell me if you would like to travel to Russia for your sister's wedding."

She never really answered; she just kissed me deeply and told me she loved me. Then she kissed her way down my body until took my cock in her mouth. Her feet pointed to the head of the bed, so I pulled a pillow under my head and lifted her left leg over me so that I could eat her pussy while she busied herself with my cock.

The folds of her large and tender pussy hung down, ready for my hungry tongue. In this position, I also had access to her rosebud. I kissed and pulled on her lips and at the precise moment my tongue touched her sensitive clit, I pressed my right forefinger into her asshole. She threw her head back and let out a loud deep moan, as though she had not been sexually stimulated for months instead of hours.

We continued like this for a while until suddenly pulled away from me. "No...I need you inside me. I want to feel your cock and I want to have your cum drip out of my pussy."

She quickly turned around (whipped around, might be a better description), sat on me and in one thrust, impaled herself on me. We were both sufficiently wet from each other's saliva that she slid in easily. She sat up on me to get the maximum penetration and rotated her hips. I love this position: to let her be in control, but I could only touch her legs with my hands. Part of the joy of making love to Tatiana was having our bodies in full contact. Here skin was unbelievably smooth and the full-body contact enhanced the sensations, even if I did not get as deep a penetration.

She sensed this and collapsed on my chest. She still rotated her hips so my cock, top, bottom and sides, were stimulated. From this position, I was able to lift my hips to add some thrust, but she was in full control. The only thing I could do was reach my hand around her, dip a finger into her wet and slippery hole, and then lubricate her asshole. I pressed my middle finger against her rosebud and slowly inserted one finger. She responded by increasing her pace. She sat up again and I could see that she was in her own world as she her orgasm appeared on the horizon and came ever closer. Soon she tightened her grip on my cock and let out a wail that marked another earth-shattering climax.

She collapsed on my chest and while I was still hard, and had not yet had my release, I felt her smooth skin against mine, a feeling that was almost as good as the feeling of my cock in her pussy. While I remained pressed into her, I rolled over and took control of the lovemaking session. She raised her knees and spread her legs to give me unobstructed access to her pussy, but that was not enough. I scooped my arms under her knees and pulled them up so they almost touched her chest. Her pussy tipped up so I could drive into her. As my climax built, Tatiana reached up, stroked my hair, and wiped the perspiration off my face. I looked into her face and saw a look of love and respect.

I shot my load into her waiting pussy, as I looked her in the eye and she watched my face contort in ecstasy, she smiled and pulled my face to hers and kissed me deeply and passionately. I rolled off her and held her until my cock slipped out of her wet hole. These were private moments for me. During these moments, I relished in the fact that I was no longer alone: that the post orgasmic feelings were not the product of masturbation, but of a loving, sharing and caring relationship with a beautiful and loving woman. This was when I was able to bask in the glow of being in love.

I looked at the clock on the nightstand; it was just 7:30, and we had been up for nearly two hours. In those two hours, we covered a lot of ground. I knew more about her and about what she wanted. I looked at her as she rested with her head on my chest and stroked my flaccid cock.

"Baby, are you getting hungry?"

"I am, but I am really need coffee."

I jumped out of bed had headed for the kitchen. The coffee pot was still on, so I poured two cups and put the requisite cream and sugar into hers and headed back upstairs. I forgot to wear a robe, but I didn't care if people saw me or not.

I wanted her to be with me for the rest of my life; there was no question about that. Once the summer was over, Annika would be a full-time fixture in our house. Sex would not be a problem because she would be starting school in the fall so Tatiana and I would have the day, but that would be living a lie. I wanted the world to know that I loved her, and I especially wanted Annika to see how a real man treats his family. I wanted to her to know that Mommy and Grampy slept in the same bed because they loved each other.

Up until that day, Tatiana and I only talked about the present. We lived day to day and moment to moment. That morning we talked about the past, and I figured that it was time to talk about the future, too.

When I entered the bedroom, she was still naked and sitting out on the deck, looking out over the lake.

She took a sip and looked over at me. "So, what do you want to do today?"

"I thought we would take a drive along the lake. There are some great walking trails just past where we watched the sunset last night. I thought we could go hiking."

"That sounds great. I am very hungry. Can we eat first?"

"Marge got some eggs and bread, or we can go to the buffet in the lodge. It is really a nice spread."

"Let's do that." We finished our coffee, dressed and walked to the lodge. We met up with Marge and I thanked her for the supplies.

After a huge breakfast, I grabbed a small daypack out of the trunk of the car and filled it with bottled water, some sandwiches from the lodge, and foam pad (just in case there was a chance for a little romance) and we set off.

As always, Tatiana was dressed to show off her trim and sexy body. She wore tight black spandex shorts, which complemented her already great body. On top, she wore a tight tank top with no bra. Her firm tits and always-hard nipples and her dark areolas were visible through the white fabric. On her feet, were very practical walking shoes, which made her legs look even more muscular.

We drove south, back towards Duluth and arrived at our first stop: Gooseberry State park. We hiked the trail along the rushing river until we came to the falls where the river emptied into the lake. We stood at the observation point, mesmerized by the rushing water. Her back as pressed against me, and she subtly moved her ass against my growing erection. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed my fingers through her tight shorts and against her pussy, giving as good as I was getting. She leaned her head against my chest, and then turned and kissed me.

"I love you, Dennis Johnson."

I knew then that the time was right to press ahead. "I love you, too. My life is an empty hole without you."

I saw an empty bench that looked out over the falls. "Come and sit with me for awhile. I want to talk about something."

She had a concerned look on her face. "Should I be worried?"

"I hope that what I have to say will make you happy." We sat down and I put my arm around her.

"Tatiana, the past six weeks have been the best of my life. I haven't felt this way since the summers of my youth. I never knew how unhappy and alone I was. The six years that I have known you and Annika have been fulfilling for me only because of you. Now that we are lovers, I have never been happier."

"Denny, do I sense a 'but' coming?"

"No...God no. I just don't want it to end, but I don't want to live a lie. I don't want to hide what you mean to me. I don't want to pretend that I am just your father; I want the world to know what you mean to me."

"Annika starts school this fall. We don't have to be celibate. We will have the mornings to be with each other." She gave me a playful nudge. "You'll still get your share of blowjobs."

For just a flash, I was angry and a little bit insulted, but I knew that she was trying to make me feel better. "That isn't what I mean. I love having sex with you, but it comes in third behind sleeping with your naked body next to mine, and kissing you. We can't do that when Annika stays with us permanently."

Now it was her turn to be angry. "Are you asking me to somehow give up Annika so you can sleep with me? What the hell are you trying to say?"

"No, No. I want Annika here, and I want you with me...I want it all. I want us to come out in the open and be a couple. I don't want to lie to Annika. I want her to know why her mother is happy. I want her to know that I am in love with her mother. Most of all, I want us to be a happy family with no secrets."

"Oh, Denny, I am sorry that I thought the worse. I want to be in the open, too. I'm not looking forward to having to sneak around in our own house. But how do we do it?"

"Unfortunately, we need to talk to Brien and Julia. We can't expect Annika to keep our secret...that wouldn't be fair to her...so we need to talk to them."

She gave me a light kiss on the lips. "I think I would rather sneak around in our own house."

"Well, we still have four or five weeks to figure it out, but for now, I just need to know if this is something you want as much as I."

"Yes, Denny. I want this very much, but I will take you anyway I can get you."

Another kiss, this one more loving than the last one and she got up and pulled me to my feet. "Let's go for a walk and try to find some privacy."



My Last Summer Romance Pt. 04



Chapter 4: What Weekend! (Part 2) 

I just declared my love for my daughter, and my desire to live with her in the open without hiding our relationship from her five-year-old daughter (my only granddaughter), my son or my ex-wife. Tatiana wanted the same things I wanted, but we knew it would take some planning and luck to keep my vindictive ex-wife from creating trouble for us.

We came to this conclusion as we shared a wonderful walk in one of the dozens of parks and miles of walking trails that lined the North Shore of Lake Superior. We were by no means alone; it was, after all the Independence Day weekend. In the midst of the crowds, we shared our desire to have a long-term commitment to each other. At this moment of elation, I desperately needed to kiss her and feel her naked breasts under her shirt, so I started to look for some privacy.

The Friday of the Fourth of July weekend is not the time to find privacy on any of the State walking and hiking trails so we gave up and walked hand in hand instead. We took hundreds of pictures of the scenery and of each other. We wanted some pictures of the two of us together, so I asked a woman who was older than I was to take a photo of us. After she handed the camera back to me, I looked at the pictures she took; she was an excellent photographer.

She introduced herself as Emily and told us what a wonderful couple we were. "My husband was much older than me, and we had such a wonderful life for 30 years. He was a terrific lover and made me feel like a queen. The boys my age just didn't measure up." 

Tatiana answered as though they had been friends for years. "That certainly describes Denny. He does things to me and makes me feel so good in so many ways."

The woman winked at me. "So, you really curl her toes, do you?"

Tatiana burst out laughing. "He certainly does. Is your husband here?"

"No. He died about five years ago after giving me two wonderful children and a wonderful life. He proposed to me 35 years ago on the Fourth of July near that bench right over there." She pointed to the bench on which Tatiana and I sat an hour before. "I come back here every year to relive the memories. You two take care." She took Tatiana's hand. "I am very glad to meet someone who has the common sense to fall for an older man. You will never regret it."

Emily turned, walked to the bench and sat, staring at the falls. A look came over her; it was not a look of loneliness or sadness, but a look of a woman who was contented with her life and, if given the chance, would do nothing differently.

Tatiana slipped her arm through mine and smiled. "Well, Emily seems to think we make a good couple, so that's something."

We spent more time walking the trails around the falls and headed to the car at about 1:00. We drove towards the Split Rock Lighthouse, but stopped for lunch first. We spent more time holding hands over the table. We talked about how we could bring our relationship into the open, but no solution came to mind.

The one thing on which we both agreed was that we were getting tired and wanted each other. After a long lunch, we took in a few more sites and then headed back to the lodge. I stopped at a grocery/liquor store and got some supplies and some wine so we would not have to get out of bed if we did not want to. I also bought some steaks to put on the grill.

We entered our cabin and Tatiana went straight to the deck, shedding her clothes as she went. I opened the wine and joined her on the deck with the bottle and two glasses. She was standing against the railing, looking out over the lake with her arms in the air. I poured the wine and walked up to her and gave her one of the glasses. We clicked our glasses together and I asked her what she was thinking.

"I am just so happy. I know that I do not need validation, but I enjoyed listening to Emily about how happy she was with the choices she made in life. Now, please get naked."

I stripped of my clothes and she guided me to the chaise lounge. She straddled the lounge chair and sat on my thighs with her glistening pussy and ample lips touching my engorged cock. As we talked and drank wine, Tatiana rocked back and forth, as my cock slipped through her pussy lips, which were becoming wet from the combination of my pre-cum and her own juices. She squirmed and rotated her pelvis while she held the glass of wine in her hand. Try as she might, she could not get my cock to slip into her pussy.

"Fuck it!" She set the glass on the table, stood up slightly and stuck my penis into her snatch. She sat on it, driving it in to the hilt and reached for her wine. She swayed back and forth, as we talked about the scenery and about putting our relationship out in the open. She sipped on her wine while she drove my cock further and deeper into her body.

"This really feels good. I could sit here all day." She continued to rock back and forth, almost as if she was trying to scratch an itch.

"You're acting like you have ants in your pants. Why don't I just make you cum?"

"No, this just feels so damn good. I'm almost there."

Her conversation stopped and she focused on the feelings emanating from between her legs. Moans, groans and guttural noises replaced her complete sentences. Instead of looking at me, her eyes rolled back in her head. She put her hands on my chest and used the extra leverage to aggressively grind her pelvis against mine. Her muscles tightened against my cock and I knew that her orgasm was imminent. Her movements increased in speed and intensity and soon her back straightened and she let out a low moan. 

I did not cum; I was content to submit myself to her as a flesh and blood dildo.

She collapsed on my chest and when her breathing came back to normal, she kissed me and I reached down and cupped her tits. "Feel better?"

"Yes, I do. That was nice...unexpected, but nice...but you didn't come."

"No, I was too busy watching you. I will get mine later."

"What makes you think you're going to get laid later?"

"I think I'll get lucky. I have a feeling you like sex, and you aren't going to pass up an opportunity to have another orgasm...and that is good for me because when you get laid, I get laid."

"You think you know me pretty well don't you? So, do you know what I want now?"

"I predict that you want a steak with sautéed onions and mushrooms, baked potato and a nice merlot."

"God, you do know me."

"I know. I'm going to pull on some shorts and fire up the grill. Are you going to stay naked and get some sun?"

"I'm going to stay naked, but I think I'll take a shower first."

After her shower, we had a nice dinner. We ate al fresco, au naturel (on the deck, naked). After dinner, we sat on the deck and watched the boats on the lake in the waning sunlight. We held hands as we sipped our wine and talked more about the future. We were making plans that extended beyond this week or this summer.

As we talked, music wafted across the compound from the main lodge. 

"Hey, Tatiana, should we go to the lodge and go dancing?"

"That sounds like fun. Do you want me to dress casual or sexy?"

"Hmm, what have you got that is sexy?"

"I think I can put something together. You get in the shower and I will see what I can find."

I got into the shower and as I lathered up, my cock got hard as a rock. I had still not gotten relief after Tatiana used me like a dildo before dinner. I contemplated jacking off, but decided that doing so would be stupid when I had a sexy woman with a luscious pussy waiting for me later that night.

I got out, dried off, shaved and dressed in khaki shorts, button shirt and docksiders. Tatiana wore a short, short blue skirt with a white, tight tank top. She wore no bra and a tiny thong. 

We walked to the lodge and into the bar. A local band was playing a mix of Rock n' Roll, Country and some ballroom and Latin dance music. I ordered a beer and Tatiana a screwdriver. We hit the dance floor and did some twirls, flips and other moves that gave some of the lucky patrons a glimpse of her cute ass. Like the Summer Solstice Ball, her dance card was full, but unlike at the Ball, she only danced with me. After we were there for about an hour, the band took a break and she looked deeply into my eyes. 

"Denny, I love you so much. Every time I look into your eyes, I get a tingle between my legs." She touched my leg and lightly moved her fingers up and down my thigh. The action was not sexual, but my body responded as though it were.

We sat through the next set and danced a couple of times, but the noise was getting to me, so we moved out onto the outdoor patio, held hands and talked. When the band took their next break, Tatiana leaned over and asked me if I was ready to get lucky. "I am so horny right now. If we wait any longer, I will take you right here and right now. Touch my pussy and see how wet I am."

I slid my hand up her thigh and was surprised how damp her panties were. While my hand was still on her hot pussy, I signaled the waitress, paid the check and we walked back to the cabin. It was a warm evening and the moon was not up yet, but the crickets were active. In the soft light of the walkway, I could see that Tatiana's skin was glistening with perspiration but I could not tell if it was from the heat of the evening or the heat of passion. She took my arm, wrapped it around herself, and placed my hand on her breast. Her nipple was nearly as hard as my cock got in anticipation of being buried in her steamy pussy. I looked at the path ahead, and the cabin seemed like it was a mile away. I tried not to rush, but it was no use. I was as horny as a teenager was on prom night. 

As soon as we closed the door behind us, she turned and frantically unbuttoned my shirt. She pulled it off my shoulders and onto the floor. I lifted her tank top over her head and tossed it on the floor with my shirt. I took her into my arms and felt her rigid nipples against my chest. I kissed her neck and ears, and then kissed her passionately on her lips. We made our way up the stairs to the bedroom and fell on the bed. We were topless and horny, but at that moment, all I wanted to do was taste the sweetness of her mouth and lips. 

She rolled on top of me and sat up. She looked down at me, but said nothing. She ran her fingers through my chest hair, and it seemed like she was getting teary eyed. She tilted her head slightly and seemed to be staring at me.

"What's wrong? You look sad."

"Oh, no! I am definitely not sad. In fact, I have never felt happier or more at ease. I sometimes wonder how I could be so lucky. I really love you and it just feels so good...Am I making any sense?"

"I understand what you are feeling. I love you too, and my heart just soars when I am with you, especially when I am with you in public. I never want to be apart from you."

She bent over and kissed me again. She rolled off me, slipped off her skirt and thong and was naked. "Come on, Denny; get those shorts off and tend to me before I have to do it myself." With that, she started fingering her pussy and tweaking her nipples.

It took me a couple of seconds to jump off the bed, drop my shorts and briefs, and jump back onto the bed with this beautiful woman.

I took a nipple into my mouth and gently raked my teeth across it. She reached down and took my rock-hard cock in her hand. The physical and visual stimulation actually made it hurt. She seemed to sense my situation, and guided me to her pussy. I knew that I could not last long, and that she was allowing me use her for my own gratification.

She surprised me, however. As soon as I entered her, she let out a moan. It was not a moan of passion, but one of release: a way of expressing how good it felt. She pulled her legs up, wrapped them around my waist, and flexed them in syncopation with my thrusts. She stroked my head and urged me on. In no time, I started to feel the familiar sensations that would lead to release. She moved her hands from my head to my ass as she used both her legs and her arms to pull me deeper into her body.

Instead of moans of passion, Tatiana told me over and over how good my cock felt. I knew that she would not cum; I was scratching an itch, and I don't think she expected to have an orgasm. Her willingness to take care of my needs over her own made me love her even more. Just as she used me earlier, I was using her, not selfishly, but as a way of giving to each other.

I reached down, swept my arms under her legs, and pulled them up so her knees were pushed up to her chest. I don't think my cock could have ever penetrated any further into her body. My balls slapped against her exposed asshole.

"God, I love your cock inside me...Oh, it feels so good...Cum for me, Baby...Fill me up."

I thrust into her with all the vigor of a horny teenager. I could feel the beads of sweat building up on my chest and forehead. My balls started to churn as my release came closer. I slowed my pace as the feeling between my legs intensified. I knew that there was no way to delay it, but slowing the pace allowed me to enjoy the sensations. I looked into her eyes and she looked back with what could only be described as bedroom eyes; soft and seductive and filled with adoration. In the process of giving herself to me, I gave myself to her. I knew at that moment I was surely in love with her.

The first spasm of cum was an intense and all consuming explosion. The subsequent spurts were like waves that washed over me.

I released her legs and gradually my shrinking cock slipped out of her pussy along with my cum. She looked at me with a dreamy expression on her face.

"God, Denny, that felt so good. It was like you scratched an itch that I couldn't reach."

I did not respond, but took her right nipple in my mouth and gently sucked. She stroked my head with her right hand as I suckled. Her left hand made its way to her pussy and she began to pull on her lips. She had not come, and she was horny in the nightclub and I could only imagine how frustrated she felt after I came and she did not. I slowly kissed my way down to her left hand which was wet with my cum. I looked up at her as gently moved her hand away from her pussy and began licking the folds. Cum was flowing freely from her wet hole and she tried to push my head away.

"No, Denny, not until I have a shower."

"Yes, now. I want you to cum for me, and I don't want to wait."

She moved her hand from her crotch to the back of my head and instinctively steered it to where she wanted attention. She was indeed horny and came within a few minutes. Her back arched slightly and she came with a shudder. My face was flooded with the combination of our juices. I loved the taste of her juices, but combined with my cum it was an exquisite nectar.

I moved up and kissed her, sharing the taste of our combined juices. Within moments, we were both asleep.

I woke early as the sun streamed into the window. It was Saturday, the day before Independence Day. Tatiana was still sound asleep and showed no signs of waking. I threw on a robe and padded down the stairs to put on a pot of coffee. Then I climbed up the spiral staircase and shed my robe. I walked onto the deck and stood naked, taking in the glory of Lake Superior. How could my life be any better? I turned and watched Tatiana sleeping. The sheet slipped down and I could see her chest moving up and down as she breathed. Sometime during the night, she kicked her leg out from under the sheet, exposing the delicate folds of her pussy and my cum dried on her legs.

I studied her and realized that I was the luckiest man on earth. I had a young, beautiful, sexually ravenous woman who was also gentle and loving. I was devoted to her and she was devoted to me. I looked at my own naked body. Over the past six weeks, since Tatiana came to stay with me, I became toned and tan. Although I still bore the marks or a man that had lived 57 years, I felt better and stronger than I had in years.

What would happen in the next five weeks? I knew that Tatiana would be with me until Annika's visit with her father was over. But then what? Yes, they would live in my house, but Tatiana and I could not share bed because of Annika. 

I turned away from Tatiana and stared out over the vast expanse of the lake. I don't know how long I stood there, mesmerized by the view and my situation, but I felt her delicate arms around me as she pressed her naked body against mine.

"What are you doing out here by yourself?"

I turned so that I faced her. My flaccid cock pressed between her navel and pussy. I pulled her to me and felt her tits against my chest. "I am just thinking."

"Good thoughts, I hope."

"I am thinking about us, so you can be sure they are good thoughts."

"What are you thinking?"

"Well, we have about five weeks before our 'Summer Romance' will end and we will have to get back to the real world. Annika will be back with us and we won't be able to act like two people in love. We will have to keep up appearances for Annika. Sure, we will still have sex, but we will have to sneak around so that we won't be caught. It will almost be like having an affair."

"I know, I've been thinking about that, too, but what else can we do?"

"That's what I have been thinking about. "I don't want to hide from people anymore. I don't want to live by what other people expect. I want the world to know we are in love. We have to figure out a lot of things, but first thing we need to do is decide if we want our relationship to be permanent or just another summer romance."

"I want this to go beyond summer, too, but how do you think we can accomplish that? If Brien or Julia found out, they would have me declared an unfit mother and take Annika away. As much as I love you, I will not allow that to happen."

"I know, and I will not allow it either. If this is something you want as much as I do, then I will contact some people and see what we need to do. If you don't think it is worth it, then I will drop it and be satisfied to have whatever time we can steal together."

She was silent. Her face showed her confusion and indecision. I decided not to give her a chance to respond until I told her all that I felt, so I ploughed ahead.

I took a deep breath and continued. "I know we have a lot of things to work out; I know that I am 26 years older than you are and that I may die before you and I know that is not fair to you...but I love you and...well, that's it. I want to be your husband and I want you to be my wife."

She reached out and stroked my face with her fingers. Her look had softened, but her face still did not reveal whether I had made a fool of myself or whether she was going to make me the happiest person in the world.

"Yes, Denny, I will marry you on two conditions. We have to figure out how to live together without losing Annika, and once we are married, I want us to make a baby. I want that feeling of knowing that you put a life into me."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

My heart soared. At 7:30 AM on Saturday July 3, 2010, I found happiness. I would do my best to make sure we could live in the open as husband and wife. How? I did not know, but I had to figure it out before the end of the summer.

We each took a shower and walked to the lodge for breakfast. Marge was there greeting the guests. I invited her to sit with us.

Marge took a sip out of her huge mug. "So, are you guys having fun?"

Tatiana responded instantly. "I am having the best time. I am going to remember this weekend forever."

"Really?" Marge replied. "Why is that?"

Tatiana looked at me a raised her eyebrows in a silent question. I nodded.

"This morning Denny asked me to marry him, and I said yes!"

"Yeeeee! I am so happy for you. Dennis is a wonderful person, and if he asked you to marry him, you must be wonderful, too."




My Last Summer Romance Pt. 04



Then she spotted her husband. "Lester, get over here. Dennis and Tatiana have some news for you."

Lester strolled over and I told him that Tatiana and I were getting married. "There is something else I want to tell you. When we checked in the other day, I told you that Tatiana's last name was Lakova. That was true six or seven years ago, but it is not true today. I want to introduce her by her real name. Lester, Marge, I want you meet Tatiana Johnson."

Marge looked at Lester then back at me. "You mean, you are already married?"

"No. Up until a year ago, Tatiana was my daughter. Her daughter is my granddaughter. When she needed a place to stay while Annika visited my son, I invited her to stay with me. It didn't take long for us to realize that we had been in love for years."

I don't know what I expected them to say, but I didn't expect Lester to say, "Well, that will make for some interesting Thanksgiving dinners. Hell, Dennis, I am just surprised that two ugly old coots like us can attract such gorgeous women." He leaned over, kissed Tatiana on the cheek, and shook my hand and patted Marge on her ample ass. "Congratulations to both of you. Now I have to go and unplug a toilet so I will catch you both later."

About that time, there was a crash of dishes in the kitchen and Marge jumped up to see what had happened. I looked at Tatiana and she said, "I knew that it would not be a big deal. People can see we are in love, and that is all they see."

"I hope it will that easy with your ex and mine."

"That's not going to happen. It is going to take some work, but so does anything worthwhile. Now, let's eat. You need to keep up your strength."

After a plate of pancakes and ham, we decided to take a walk to counter the heavy breakfast. As soon as we stepped out of the restaurant, we saw that a walk was not in the cards; the skies opened up into a major summer thunderstorm. 

Tatiana turned to me and with a combined look of innocence and seduction said, "Hmmm. Looks like we have to figure out a different way to work off Marge's pancakes."

We walked arm in arm to our cabin. We did not rush to avoid getting wet. The rain felt good and I enjoyed the scenery; Tatiana's stiff nipples and dark areoles became visible as the white knit shirt she wore became transparent. 

When we finally stepped inside the door, she stripped off her shirt and dropped her shorts to the floor. Next, she kicked off her sandals and slipped out of her thong. She stepped into the downstairs bathroom and came out with two towels.

"You had better get out of those wet clothes. Dressed like that it will be easy for you to catch cold and hard for me to suck your cock." She threw me the extra towel turned and went out on the deck. I started to get undressed when she called to me from the deck.

"Denny, come here, quick. What is happening?"

I rushed out, wearing only a tee shirt with my cock bobbing. She turned to me and then pointed to the lake. From the deck, we say several rainsqualls move across the lake. Boats disappeared as a wave of rain overtook them, then reappeared as the wave passed. 

She grabbed my soaked tee shirt. "Is there going to be a tornado?"

"No, baby. This is just a nice, summer thunderstorm. It will make some noise and give us a prelude to tomorrow's fireworks, but it will not be severe. Just enjoy it.

I reached inside the sliding door and grabbed a quilt. I pulled off my shirt and we sat on the two-person swing, covered with the quilt. The overhang of the deck and roof above protected us from the rain. As we watched, she snuggled against my shoulder and played with my cock.

She looked up at me. "This is nice." "Yes, it is."

"I am glad you told Marge and Lester the truth about who I am. Why did you change your mind?"

I drew her closer to me and started to caress her nipples with the back of my fingers. "I don't know. Suddenly I didn't care what other people thought. Our love affair and marriage is going to be complicated enough without trying to remember to whom we told lies. To my knowledge, Lester and Marge were the only people with whom I was not truthful. I know you didn't approve of what I told them when we arrived, so I decided it was time to set the record straight. The truth makes life much easier.

She reached up and kissed me lightly on the lips, then pulled the quilt over her head and I felt her lips wrap around my cock. Tatiana's blowjobs were not really blowjobs, but they were the most pleasing oral sex I ever knew. I sat back and watched the storms drift across the lake while I rubbed my hand on her back. I knew I was the luckiest man on earth.

Suddenly, I shot my load into her mouth She took it all and came up from under the quilt with some of my cum dripping from the corners of her mouth. "Want to taste?" I kissed her and received a load of my own cum.

I thought back on how my life (and Tatiana's life) had changed over the past six weeks. I got more sex in the six weeks than I had going back to my marriage with Julia. Six weeks before, I could not imagine having sex twice a day, and suddenly, I didn't know how I could go a day without feeling Tatiana's naked body next to mine and the sheer joy when my erect cock entered her body.

Then there was Tatiana, who went from fearing oral sex to relishing it. Not only did she enjoy oral sex, it had become a very important part of our lovemaking. She took my cum in her mouth and fed it back to me. I have never done anything like that in my life, and I know Tatiana never did either.

Our sex life together was not particularly daring or "kinky"; there was no anal sex, although we each enjoyed a well-timed finger in our asses; we had not even thought of multiple partners. However, considering where we both were in our lives before we became intimate, and considering I was 57 years old, it was a miracle. 

"Earth to Denny. Where are you?"

"I'm sorry, Baby. I was just thinking about how much I love you and how my life has changed since you moved in this spring."

"It certainly changed my life. I came up to Minnesota confused and unemployed, and now here I am sitting with my future husband. I couldn't be happier." I started to finger her pussy and roll her ample lips between my fingers.

"The asking and accepting was easy. Now we have to figure out how to do it. I guess I should talk to Brien when we can back to town."

"No, let me talk to him. He will not accept anything you say. He has too much pent up anger to listen. You might have to talk to Julia, though. That is a conversation I really don't want to have."

I looked her in the eye and said, "It seems we have a plan."

The clouds had all blown over and it was starting to get warm. I slipped the quilt off her shoulders, leaned over and took her right tit into my mouth. I flipped my tongue over her ever-hardening nipple. She stroked my hair and let out a sigh. "You make me feel so good." 

I dropped to my knees in front of her. She knew where I was going and positioned herself to enjoy my tongue on her pussy. I kissed down her chest and tummy. I lingered at her bellybutton and inserted my tongue into her "inny". She arched her back as I put my tongue into this unexpected erogenous zone. I continued my quest to the ample lips of her pussy. I took one between my lips and gently pulled. I kissed her thighs and finally uncovered her clit. I alternately flicked it with my tongue and gently raked it with my teeth. She ground her crotch into my face and threw one leg over the arm of the swing to give me better access to her sweet pussy.

I knew she was about to cum by her familiar short moans and guttural sounds. Her juices flowed and I frantically tried to drink them in. She used her fingers to supplement my actions. I could feel her muscles contract as her release came. She released a stream of she-cum that drenched my hair and face. I kept licking and kissing until she came down from her climatic high. I kissed my way back up her belly and chest. She looked at me and held my face in her hands. "My God, is that all me?"

"Yep, that's all you. I don't remember you ever cumming with such volume."

"Denny, I am so embarrassed. Are you sure I didn't pee?"

"No, you didn't pee. That was all cum...and don't be embarrassed. That was the sexiest thing I've ever had happen."

"God, I was so turned on and it felt so good."

We spent the rest of the day on the deck, naked: or in bed, naked: or eating, naked. We fucked two more times that day. We tried for a fourth time that night. I got hard and made Tatiana cum, but I didn't; it was just too much for this old body.

We pulled a mattress out on the deck and slept under the stars. It was a cool evening, and it allowed us to lie close to each other. With the gentle breeze and the thunderstorms moving across the lake, we slept soundly. God, I loved that woman!

The next morning we slept late, or at least late for me. The brilliant sun that streamed into out window the past few mornings was hidden behind the clouds. It was cool morning and we took advantage of the warmth of each other's bodies by holding each other close.

I kissed her and she ran her fingers through my hair. "Your hair is stiff with dried pussy juice. I've never cum like that before."

"The woman I love and will marry is a squirter. It doesn't get any better than that! I'll take that shower every day." 

Her embarrassment faded, replaced by pride that her actions and reactions pleased me. She smiled at me and told me that she would do her best to make sure I was showered with her pussy juice as often as possible. We held each other awhile longer when she scooped up the quilt and wrapped it around her body.

I tried to grab it back. "Hey, what the hell?"

"I have to pee and it is too cold to run around butt naked."

"Oh, but you will let me freeze my ass off."

I was talking to her back as she darted into the bathroom. I got up and pulled on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. I didn't put on any underwear or socks; I just went down and put on a pot of coffee. I also turned on the gas fireplace to try to warm the place up a little. (Morning temperatures in Northern Minnesota can dip into the 40's, even in the middle of the summer.)

It was Sunday the 4th, and later, after dark, most of the towns along the North Shore would have fireworks displays. I had planned to drive back to Duluth, which had a massive display, but it would be four or five hours to drive down and back. I decided we would go as far as Two Harbors, about an hour's drive from the resort. It was less dramatic, but much closer. 

After about 20 minutes, Tatiana came down the stairs, still wrapped in the quilt. "Oh, that fire feels good." She walked up to the fireplace and dropped the quilt. Since it was her favorite state of dress, she was, of course, naked. She spread her legs slightly as she let the warmth of the fire take the chill out of her body. I looked at her as if I was seeing her for the first time. 

She spread her arms, which showed off her muscular shoulders and back. As my gaze went lower, strong athletic back tapered down to a thin waist. Her hips and ass eliminated any thought that she had a boyish shape. Her hips were full, yet her ass was compact and tight. Obviously, working out was working out for her. Then my eyes dropped to that special place that had been the source of so much pleasure over the past six weeks. Her long, fat lips hung between her toned and tanned legs were an invitation to come forth and appreciate them.

Then, almost as on cue, she turned and faced me. Her bare pussy and small tits, while infinitely attractive, faded into the background as my gaze met her brown eyes. She looked at me with a combination of lust, innocence and love. I broke my gaze and looked down to her tits, which stood proudly from her chest without a hint of sag. Her areolas were small and her nipples stood out from them. Her tummy was flat and muscular and showed "six-pack" abs. Her pussy lips were visible as she stood before me: long, thick and puffy.

I am sure Tatiana had some physical "flaws", but I could not see them, and if there were, they only contributed to her beauty. I was so lucky to have this woman in my life and in my bed.

"Hey, Denny, where are you?"

"I'm here, but I am lost in your body. God, you are beautiful."

"Well thank you sir. You look pretty good yourself."

She walked over to me and sat on my lap. "You know", she said, "It occurs to me that I have sucked your cock and you have eaten my pussy, but you have not put the beautiful cock into my body since yesterday. Do you want to resolve that unacceptable situation?"

"Yes, I do. Let me get in the shower..."

"No, I want you now. I don't want to smell Dial Soap, I want to smell my sex on you and your sex on me. Remember when I told you that I hate the word 'fuck'? Well, that is exactly what I want now. I want you to fuck me."

I swept her up in my arms and carried her up the stairs and into the bedroom. I continued to the deck were the mattress still sitting. It had warmed up enough, and she was hot enough that she was no longer cold. I bent over and sort of threw her on the mattress. She watched, fingering her pussy, as I stripped off my shirt. When I dropped my jeans, my cock popped straight out.

I crawled in beside her and began kissing her. "No, No, No...I said fuck me. Get you cock into me and fuck me."

I obliged her wish and unceremoniously jammed my cock into her cunt. I was surprised how wet she was because I slid in so easily. I did not pause to give her a chance to enjoy my presence in her pussy. I immediately started pumping with a force and determination that separates fucking from making love. She lifted her legs, wrapped them around my waist, and dug her fingernails into the flesh of my back.

This was a very different Tatiana then I had known for six years and had slept with for a month. She was insatiable and fucked with abandon. She surprised me when she came after only a couple of minutes. There was no way that I was ready to shoot my load so I kept up my aggressive pace. I gave her no chance to come down after her orgasm. Every time I lunged into her, she grunted. This must have been what she wanted, for in no time, she was ready to cum again. This cycle repeated two more times. She just could not get enough. 

I kept up the pace, but I began to wonder which would come first: my orgasm or my heart attack. My thrusts became more aggressive. Her pussy dripped with juices, and combined with my rapid thrusts, they were whipped into a froth as her lips held my cock. I continued my pounding; I raised her legs so that her knees were up near her shoulders. Her strong vaginal muscles squeezed my cock until the familiar feeling began to overtake my body. I reached the point of no return and gave one more powerful thrust as my seed exited my body and entered hers. I held my position for a moment and then collapsed on the mattress. 

Tatiana half rolled over and slung one leg over me. She stroked my hair, wet with perspiration, and smiled. "God, I needed that...but I always need you. You have made me so happy."

"There is only one thing missing...you need an engagement ring. Let's go shopping for one when we get back to Minneapolis."

She sat up and sat next to me. "Oh, Denny, I would love nothing better than to wear any ring you buy, but it might not be a good idea until we get things settled with Brien and Julia."

"I suppose you're right, but that is my motivation to get our relationship out in the open quickly."

We cleaned up and went to the lodge for breakfast. We were both ravenous and loaded up on scrambled eggs, ham and hash browns. As we ate, I watched her and thought about how much I loved her and how much I wanted her to be a part of my life and me a part of hers.

She looked up from her plate as she took a bite of a piece of toast. "What are you staring at? Do I have something in my teeth?"

"I am looking at you. I am wondering how different my life would have been if you would have come into it as my lover years ago."

"Everything has its time. Even the sweetest fruit is bitter if you pick it too early. We needed to find ourselves and come to terms with our own issues before we could be of any good to each other. Besides, if we got together too many years ago, you would have been arrested. I've only been 'legal' for less than 12 years."

"Well, I am glad you are here with me now. I am like a kid waiting for Christmas. I can't wait to introduce you as my wife."

She squeezed my knee under the table. "And I cannot wait to feel the life you will put into me grow."

"I really want this...I want this more than I can say."

After a final squeeze of my knee and thigh, we got up and took the walk we missed the day before. We walked in silence, comfortable with the non-verbal communication as we walked hand in hand along the lake. 

After walking a few hundred yards, we came to an area where a cliff lifted 40 or 50 feet straight up. Fractures in the rocks created a series of vertical caves. Despite being so near the resort and a popular walking path, we were alone on the beach. "Denny, do you have a camera?"

"Sure, I brought my small digital point and shoot."

"Oh, good." She dashed off to the vertical crevice and stripped of her shirt then her shorts. She put her right hand on her hip and extended her left arm high on the rock face. The pose and the angle of the midmorning sun created an artistic and erotic picture. I snapped two or three, and then had her remove her thong and lean against the rocks with her hand draped across her crotch. 

In another pose, I had her stand out away from the rocks with her legs spread slightly and her arms held high above her head. Her small tits nearly disappeared, but her labia hung low from between her legs. 

We continued to take pictures for nearly an hour with different poses. None of the poses were pornographic (no close ups of her pussy, or spread lips), just pictures of an extremely attractive, naked woman.

I wasn't until a week or so later, when I was looking at the pictures and determining which ones, if any, I could print and display in our bedroom that I noticed something I had never before seen in any pictures of her: she wore a much softer expression. She looked contented and happy instead of nervous and scared. 

Finally, she got dressed and we continued our walk down the beach. We walked no more than 100 yards when we bumped into the same deputy that caught us making love on the beach a couple nights before.

"Hey, Mr. Johnson, Ma'am. It's good to see you again. Are you having a good weekend?"

I recalled the violent reaction that Tatiana had to our last encounter with this man. I just pulled her close to me and answered, "We are having a great time. By the way this is Tatiana, my fiancée, and please call me Dennis."

"Pleased to meet you both. My name is John Torkelson, but everyone calls me Torq. So, have you set a date yet?"

"Give me a chance, Torq, I just asked her this weekend!"

Finally, I felt Tatiana loosen up a bit. "I hope it is very soon."

Torq looked at her, "You're Russian!"

Suddenly she tensed up again.

"I went to Russian for a month when I was in college. I just loved St. Petersburg."

She relaxed again. "I'm from St. Petersburg! When were you there?"

"In the summer of 1996. I loved walking along the river. I discovered the Hermitage towards the end of my trip, but I managed to spend a couple of days there. I only saw a fraction of it, and I want to go back some day and spend a week there."

"Oh my God, I interned at the Hermitage in the summer of '96. I worked in the information center."

"Well, then we may well have already met. When did you come to the states?"

At that point, I was extra baggage. Tatiana and the man who nearly scared her to death three nights ago, were now talking like old friends. 




My Last Summer Romance Pt. 04



"What are you guys doing tonight?"

Finally, I was included in the conversation. "Well, we were heading down to Two Harbors to grab dinner and watch fireworks."

"That's a long way to drive. I'm throwing a little party at my place starting at 6:00: just a bunch of cops, their spouses, and some friends. We have barbecue, beer and some confiscated fireworks. Not as much as down the shore, but it is always a good time."

I knew that being surrounded by a bunch of cops was not what Tatiana wanted for the evening so I was about to graciously express regrets when Tatiana surprised me (again).

"Denny, that sounds like so much more fun. Can we go?"

"Well, Torq, I learned a long time ago not to argue with a woman or a cop. We'll see you at 6:00."

"Great, and Tatiana, if it is not too much trouble, I took some pictures when I was in Russia, and I cannot remember their significance. Maybe you can take a look?"

"I would love to."

"Okay, I will see you guys later. I got to put some more wood in the smoker. Oh, we have a large hot tub, so bring a suit."

He gave us directions to his house and continued his walk on the beach. When he was out of range, I stopped and turned to Tatiana.

"Excuse me, young lady. Where is my fiancée? You know: the one who is afraid of cops?"

"I know, I know. He just made me feel so comfortable. I figured this was a way of getting over my fear. Besides, you will be there, so I have no worries."

"Well, you might think differently if he would have come around the corner when we were taking pictures."

"Oh God, I never thought about that." She laughed and we turned to head back to the cabin. We decided to get naked and crawl into bed and take a nap before we left for the party.

We woke up and got dressed. I wore a pair of khaki shorts, a "golf" shirt and docksider shoes. Tatiana wore her most conservative bathing suit (which was not very conservative) under a pair of shorts that came to mid-thigh, and a white button shirt with sandals. I knew it would get colder towards evening, so we threw some sweats in the car and took off for the party.

When we arrived at Torq's, at about 6:30, there were about six couples. The smells from the barbeque made me hungry. His house was off the lake, but overlooked it. It was a nice view and nice layout.

Torq introduced us to his wife, Beth. Beth was very attractive and about Tatiana's age. She had the classic Norwegian look; tall, blond, light complexion. She was wearing a conservative bikini that highlighted her big tits. She had a nice ass and a couple of months before, I would have thought she had a great ass, but that is before I saw Tatiana's naked ass.

Torq handed me a beer from the tapper on his deck and Beth offered Tatiana her choice of wine. While Tatiana and Beth talked, Torq introduced me to the other guests. Three couples were on the force with Torq, and the two other couples were friends of Beth. The thing I noticed was that all the women were hot and the men were buff; I was obviously the oldest guy there, but Torq and his buddies made me feel very welcome.

He served ribs, chicken, corn on the cob, baked beans, and Cole slaw washed down with plenty of cold beer. It was quite a spread and some of the funny stories that only cops can tell. I watched Tatiana and she listened with a mix of apprehension and appreciation. She looked at me occasionally and gave me a wink to let me know she was okay.

There was no sex in the hot tub or orgy, although everyone was interested in what was happening at the hot tub when Tatiana got in with her thong, but there was no jealously. All the women were confident and not intimidated by Tatiana's body. The temperature stayed quite warm, so none of the women felt the need to cover up. 

After dinner, I struck up a conversation with one of Torq's coworkers. After awhile, I noticed that Tatiana and Torq were missing. I went into the house and Tatiana, Beth and Torq were huddled over the computer looking at pictures. Tatiana was explaining the significance the pictures Torq took nearly 15 years before. I joined them and heard her talk about her Russia. There was loneliness in her voice. I decided at that moment that I was going to take Tatiana and Annika to St. Petersburg for her sister's wedding. I also decided that we should get married there. I had no family in the States, and her family was in Russia. I knew I was going to spend the next week or so making the arrangements.

By that time, it was dark and Torq and his buddies were ready to launch a huge box of illegal fireworks. (The confiscate them and, as Torq said, it is their responsibility to destroy them.)

It was a decent show. All the guys were with their significant others. The temperature had dropped, and the couples were wrapped with blankets. I could see that under the blankets there was a little "fooling around", but nothing obvious. Tatiana and I were no exception, and I was really getting horny. When the fireworks were properly disposed of, we thanked Torq and Beth for a wonderful evening went back for our last night on the North Shore. As I left, Torq, took me aside and told me to wait until we got back to the resort before we got naked. "No stopping by the lake!" He slapped me on the shoulder and told me he was glad to meet us.

I turned to see Tatiana talking with Beth. When they hugged, the difference in their height and coloring, along with their minimal state of dress made for a very erotic sight.

As we drove back to the lodge for out last night together on the North Shore, and in the subdued light of the star lit, and as yet, moonless night, I looked over at her. She wore the shorts she put on earlier in the day, but still wore nothing to cover the curves of her small breasts, except the small triangles of her tiny Bikini.

She apparently sensed my eyes on her, and turned slightly in the seat. "I had a really good time tonight. I'm really glad we got a chance to meet everyone."

"I admit it, I was worried. After all, there were five cops there, and after the other night....well, let's just say I didn't know what to expect."

"Actually, I didn't know either, but since they weren't wearing uniforms, or carrying guns, they weren't as intimidating. Then, once I got to know them as people instead of police, I realized they are not monsters. I really think my fear is behind me."

We pulled into the parking lot of the lodge and I stopped outside our cabin. "Tatiana, I just have to say that I had such a great time this weekend, and especially tonight. When I saw you explaining the pictures to Torq, and telling him about the history of what he was looking at, I realized you have so many dimensions that I never knew existed. I watched and was so proud; I realized I love you even more."

She leaned over and put her head on my shoulder. "Let's get in the cabin so I can show you how much I love you."

I kissed her and got out of the car to open her door. When I opened it, she held her top out for me and walked the 20 or so feet to the door topless. I continued to be amazed at her free spirit and her desire to make me happy. We ran into the cabin and just as the door closed, she turned and raised her arms urging me to hold her. I did and she kissed me as only Tatiana can kiss: passionate, loving and at the same time, playful and teasing. I ran my fingers down her bare spine and cradled her ass through the shorts that she wore over her thong bathing suit.

I pulled at the waistband of her shorts and whispered in her ear, "Take these off."

She whispered back, "You first."

We stepped back from one another and took off the last remnants of out clothing. She looked at me in the light from outside and sighed. She took her hands, slowly ran them down my chest and belly, and gently grasped my hardening cock and balls. "I really love your body." She slowly jacked my cock, "and I really love how this makes me feel. I don't care about anything else right now except having this inside me. Will you make love to me?"

We moved to the large living room and I started a fire in the fireplace (which is to say, I opened a valve and pushed a button). I pulled a quilt from one of the sofas and through it over the think braded rug in front of the fireplace. 

Tatiana's tanned skin glowed in the light of the fire. Her eye reflected the flames as she opened her mouth slightly, urging my lips to hers. I slowly lowered her to the floor and then sat so that she was sitting between my legs with her back against my chest. I caressed her nipples and slowly ran my fingers down her chest and belly. I traced around her belly button and down the nearly hairless mons and grasped her big lips. I could see that she was already wet as her natural lubricant glistened in the firelight.

I came back up, pinched her tit as I moved higher, and put my hand to her throat. She threw her head back, trusting me totally. With the other hand, I cradled her left tit. I opened my fingers and squeezed the nipple between my forefinger and middle finger. This foreplay obviously turned her on; she gyrated her hips as she tried to masturbate herself on the blanket.

The affect was not lost on me either. My cock was wedged between her back and my belly. It was hard and precum was free flowing from it, and her movements were very pleasurable. 

"Tatiana, turn around and face me."

She did as I asked and sat on my lap, straddling me. As she sat, my cock literally fell into her slick and waiting pussy. She was not expecting it; she looked up at me with big eyes and a surprised expression and mouthed "Ohhh" as I went in to the hilt.

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her. As our lips lingered, my hands dropped to her ass and I pressed on her anus. She reacted by rolling her hips forward and back, driving my cock ever deeper into her body. She flexed her vaginal muscles, gripping my engorged penis. I massaged her pussy with the middle finger of my right hand and gathered enough of her nectar to act as a lubricant. When I pressed against her anus, she opened her eyes and they got larger as she felt the pressure of my intruding digit, Slowly, I penetrated her ass and she let out a moan of delight. I was able to feel my own cock through the membrane separating her rectum and vagina.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her breast to my chest. All the while, she ground her pelvis into mine and bit her lip as she focused on her own body's sensations. She threw her head back and looked me in the eyes as her first of three orgasms overtook her. The look in her eyes was what I could only describe as complete, unwavering love. I hoped she knew how much I loved her back. 

I leaned in, took one of her hard nipples in my mouth, and flicked it with my tongue. I continued to use my hands to assist her as she rode my cock and her juices flowed down my balls. She lifted my face from her chest and kissed me deeply. As we kissed, a second orgasmic wave took over her body as she arched her back and threw her head back. When it passed, she collapsed on me. 

I was still hard, but Tatiana was weak. The quilt that I laid on the floor had a wet spot about the size of a dinner plate where her "she-cum" leaked. I laid her back on the quilt.

"I'm so weak, but please, I'm still horny."

Without slipping out of her, I pulled her legs up over my shoulders and grabbed her ass as I took over the work. She moaned as my orgasm built. I continued with the powerful thrusts and soon shot my load into her. She surprised me by cumming one more time. We lay together for several minutes as we both relaxed and recovered. My cock went soft and popped out. My cum oozed out of her and made another wet spot on the quilt.

I kissed her on her lips, neck and breasts waiting for her breathing to come back to normal.

"Denny, I love you so much. Each time we make love, it gets better."

"It's been a long day; shall we adjourn to the bed room and get some sleep. We drive back to the Cities tomorrow."

"I hope not too early. I want to soak in a tub before we leave."

Tatiana grabbed a towel from the downstairs bathroom and wiped our combined cum from her legs, ass and pussy. We climbed into the huge bed and wrapped our arms and legs around each other. Sleep came quickly and I dreamed of our future life together.

Monday, the official holiday, dawned cloudy, which meant we could sleep a little later because the sun did not blast into our room at 5:00 AM. When I did wake up, it was because Tatiana had her lips wrapped around my cock. I stroked her hair as she sucked and licked me. I enjoyed it for a while and then had her swing herself around so I could eat her pussy.

As soon as she did, I could smell the pungent scent of last night's sex lingering on her large and inflamed labia. Neither of us came, but the intimacy we shared made up for it.

She moved up to the head of the bed and we lay together and enjoyed the sensation of our naked bodies against each other. 

Tatiana decided to get into the tub and I walked down to the kitchen and made coffee. When it was done, I took it up to the bathroom where she was enjoying a soak. The bubbles hid her tits. I gave her the coffee and sat on the toilet. We talked about the weekend as we got our morning caffeine fix. Then I went to take a shower before we went to the lodge for our last breakfast at the resort.

As usual, Marge was doting on the customers, saying good-bye to those who were checking out. We sought her out and I wrapped my arms around her massive frame. She made me promise to come back soon.

When we finished breakfast, we packed up for the trip home. Tatiana dressed conservatively for the ride home: well, at least conservatively for her. Conservative or not, her red skirt and white tube top was sexy, but in an innocent way.

The nice thing about being a partner is that you don't have to check out; you just drop of the keys and you settle up later. By 10:00, we were heading southwest and on our way home. We talked for a while about how much we missed Annika, but we knew we would not see her until Wednesday when Brien and Julia got back. Five minutes later, she was asleep, and would remain that way until we were caught up in the post holiday traffic north of the city.

I spent the time formulating a plan to bring my relationship with Tatiana out into the open. Although my son Brien was the one who would technically be the instigator of any legal action that would put an end to our engagement and pending marriage, I knew that the key would be Julia. She was the vindictive one that could (and would) talk Brien into anything she wanted. The last thing we needed was for Brien and Julia to decide that Tatiana was an unfit mother. 

I quickly dismissed Julia as a lost cause. If I put a bag of gold in her hands, she would call me a cheap bastard for not giving her platinum. I had to sever the connection between Brien and Julia, and there were only two ways to do that.

Then there was a stirring in the passenger seat. Tatiana wiped the sleep from her eyes, pulled her hair behind her ear and said, "That was a quick trip."

"Well, it only seems like it. You've been sleeping for three hours. We should be home in 45 minutes."

"Good, I really missed our big shower. Can we take one together when we get home?"

"That sounds like a very good idea to me. I don't think we have ever gone four days without being in the shower together."

"Denny, I had such a good time this weekend...and I felt so loved when you introduced me as your fiancé."

"Image how I felt when all those guys looked at you and then looked at me and wondered why anyone as beautiful as you would want to sleep with an old fuck like me, let alone marry him."

"Whenever anyone has those questions, all they need to do is look at me looking at you and they should have their answers."

We drove in silence for a few minutes.

"Denny, are we fooling ourselves? Are we every going to get out from under Brien and Julia so we can get married and be happy?

"Well, now that you mention it, I've been spending much of the weekend and the drive home thinking about just that, and I think the answer is yes, but we need to start moving on things now. I am going to call my lawyer tomorrow and see if he will recommend someone to help us."

She turned in the seat. I could see her red thong and the camel toe that it created. God she is beautiful.

"Give me some encouragement here. What is your plan?" "Okay, the way I see things, there is no problem sleeping together or even getting married from a legal perspective. The main issue is that they will try to get custody based on you being an unfit parent. Do you agree that that is the main issue?"

"Yes, as far as I am concerned, that is the only issue."

"Good, then we agree. Now, I need to confirm this with the lawyer, but I think that only Brien can make such a charge. Julia can goad him on, but he has to make the decision. I see that the thing we have to do is separate Brien from Julia, and get Brien to sign a document that he will not attempt any shit when are out in the open and when we are married."

"Good plan, but Julia will not let you drive a wedge between them, and Brien will not sign anyway."

"Not true, my dear. There are only two things that will convince Brien to think our way: fear and money. I plan to use both."

"You can't hurt him!"

"Of course not. In fact, if he agrees to leave us along, he will be much better off than he is working his two-bit jobs and selling dope. Just leave it to me, and I promise I won't do anything without your approval."

"I trust you."

With that, we turned into the driveway of our house. We dropped our bags at the door and raced to the bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothing from the door to the shower.

I love the North Shore, but it is good to be home.

We made love in the shower, with me taking her from behind. She came twice and I came once. When we were done, we decided to order a pizza and watch TV. Once the pizza was delivered, our robes dropped to the floor and we watched TV in the nude.

We were in bed before the 10:00 news came on, and I was sleeping before the weather report. Tomorrow would be a busy day.



My Last Summer Romance Pt. 05



Chapter 5: Getting on With Life

I woke quite late on Tuesday morning to the now familiar sensation of having my cock sucked by my daughter, Tatiana. She came to Minnesota from Florida earlier in the summer because her daughter, Annika, was spending the summer with her father (my son). She was not comfortable being in Florida, so far away from her daughter, so I fixed up a room for Tatiana and invited her to stay with me. After a week, we discovered that we had a longing and desire for each other that went back to the day we met almost seven years before. We acted on that longing, and, except when Annika spent time with us, she had been sleeping with me ever since.

We knew we needed to play things cool. We did go a little over the top for the Summer Solstice Ball about a month before, and the time we went on an exhibitionist adventure, but generally, when we went out in public, no one would have guessed that we were lovers. We were especially careful around Annika and our ex-spouses. When Annika stayed with us, we slept in separate rooms and limited our contact with each other. To Annika, Tatiana was Mommy, and I was Grampy.

We managed to get away over the Independence Day weekend and traveled to a Lake Superior resort in which I was a partner. It was the first time that we could be in public as a couple rather than as a man who gave his daughter and his granddaughter a temporary place to stay. In addition to being a weekend of sexual adventure, it was a weekend of commitment; I asked Tatiana to marry me, and she accepted.

Given the complications that our rather unconventional relationship created, we needed to proceed with caution. Tatiana made it very clear to me that, while she loved me, there would be no marriage if there were even the slightest chance that her ex-husband, Brien, could take legal action to have her declared as an unfit parent and sue for custody: a distinct possibility, she said, given that she was sleeping with her father.

It was the Tuesday, July 5, just one day after we returned from our weekend together. I planned to talk to my lawyer to get suggestions from him on how to proceed, but that was later in the day. At that particular moment, I was focused on her blowjob. 

I exploded into her mouth, and as she now did with regularity, she swallowed all but my last, waning spasm. She crawled along side me and pressed her lips to mine, and when I opened my mouth to receive her tongue, I received a taste of my own cum. 

After a little cuddle time, I got in the shower and made the calls to begin fulfilling the promises I made to Tatiana over the weekend and to begin to make the positive changes that would affect the remainder of my life. I called my business lawyer and asked his advice. I knew that he would not offer me any advice about what to do, but I hoped that he could recommend someone that could help me.

He recommended a lawyer who was a member of the bar, but did not practice as an attorney; she called herself an advocate. I did not get the connection, or understand how an advocate could help, but I called her anyway, and she quickly convinced me that her services were exactly what we needed. I made an appointment for later that afternoon. She reminded me that Tatiana had to come along if we were going to talk specifics.

By 2:00, Tatiana and I walked into the law office of North Star Family Legal Center, and met with Wendy Ahlstrom. She was about 45 years old, and I could tell that 20 years ago she was a real looker. However, after too much sun and too many boob jobs and facelifts, she looked like someone who was trying too hard to outrun middle age, and was losing the race. 

After the perfunctory small talk and coffee, we got down to business. The superficiality of her appearance quickly became secondary to her caring nature when she started talking.

Wendy started things off by laying out the ground rules: "If I take this case, no matter who pays me, Annika will be my client, not you. I will be acting in her best interests. You, Tatiana, are her legal guardian and custodial parent, so I will be able communicate with you on matters of this case, but I cannot communicate with Mr. Johnson without a letter from you granting permission. However, and I cannot stress this enough, if I feel that communication with either of you or Brien will be detrimental to Annika, I will withhold that communication. Are we clear about that?"

Tatiana thought about it for a few moments. "I think so. Denny, what do you think?"

"I think we need to tell Ms. Ahlstrom our story and then decide." I turned to Wendy. "Is that okay with you?"

"That is what I was going to suggest. Okay, let's get started. Tatiana, start at the beginning."

Tatiana told the story starting with the abuse she suffered under Brien, the divorce and her move to Miami. She went into detail about how we discovered that we were in love and wanted to get married.

Wendy took notes while she listened to Tatiana tell her story. She interrupted her a few times and asked clarifying questions. Finally, she put down her pen and looked at Tatiana. "Did you two sleep together during the marriage?"

"Of course not," Tatiana replied with a little anger in her voice. "I took my vows seriously, and did not act on my feelings for Denny until just a few weeks ago: more than a year after the divorce was final!"

"I am sorry, I meant no insult. I just need to know the whole story...and be prepared, if this goes very far in court there will be questions that are even more personal. Okay, Tatiana, what result do you want? Custody? Termination of Brien's parental rights?"

"Oh no, nothing like that! All I want is to marry Denny without worrying about Brien taking me to court to terminate MY rights. I also want to be able to take my daughter to see her grandmother in St. Petersburg without being at the mercy of Brien's whims to get permission."

"Hmm, at least your expectations are realistic, but I see two problems. First, generally speaking, this is a matter between the parents. Have you and Brien tried to work out a solution? That would be easiest."

"Well, I just agreed to get married over the weekend. Before Dennis, Brien was the only man I have every been with since I came to America and the issue of declaring me a bad parent never came up so, no, I have not talked to him about that. I don't think it would be an issue if I married someone else, but the fact that Denny is Brien's father makes it an issue, or at least I am concerned it could be an issue. As for the consent to travel, last year, after the divorce, I wanted to take Annika to Russia to visit my mother, but he refused to sign the letter of consent. Annika has never met her grandmother or her aunt."

"Well, the best thing is to have Brien do this voluntarily, because there is no way that the courts will rule on something that has not happened. The court will not order Brien to be nice to you. The court will also not rule that you are a good mother unless someone accuses you of not being a good mother. I will certainly help you draw up the papers to try, but it is best to work things out privately. As for the other, I think we can get the court to rule that a trip to Russia to connect with your family is a totally legitimate request for Annika's wellbeing."

She looked over her notes again. "Okay, I am going to draft four documents. The first is a representation agreement, which gives me your consent to represent Annika. Second is the authorization to discuss matters involving this case with Mr. Johnson...that is, with Mr. Dennis Johnson. These are documents among the three of us, and just define how we work together."

She paused in thought. "I strongly recommend that I help you do this privately, outside the court, so the third document is one that we want to get Brien to sign. It will give you permission to take Annika out of the country for a maximum of...let's say, six weeks at a time. The fourth will be a statement for Brien to sign, in which he agrees that you are a good mother and that any attempt to change the custodial arrangement is not justified. It is not really a binding agreement, but if he does try something, it will give you a stronger position. If he refuses to sign, then we can explore other options."

Tatiana shifted in her seat and a look of concern crossed her face. "How much is this going to cost? I mean, I want this done, but I am not wealthy."

"That depends on many factors. If Brien signs everything, than it should cost less than $1,000. If he fights, it could run about $10,000, but if it gets complicated, it could get up to $15,000."

I saw the look of concern turn into a look of dejection. "$15,000! There is no way I can afford that."

I spoke for the first time since Tatiana started talking. "There is no problem. This is as much for me as it is for you. I will be responsible for all the expenses."

She looked at me with relief, but I could also see that she was not happy that she had to rely on someone else in this very important issue in her life. 

Wendy closed the meeting. "Okay, I will get to work on this. I will call you when I have everything together...maybe by Thursday. I will need a retainer then."

We stood, shook hands and Tatiana and I headed for the elevator. We just took the first step in moving our lives forward.

We were both subdued as we drove home, but it was a comfortable silence as we both thought about what we needed to do.

We got home about 4:00. I went to my office to see if there were any urgent emails. As I scrolled through the ads for Viagra, low interest credit cards, and opportunities to meet hot women from Russia, (I had to laugh at that one), there was a knock on the door and Tatiana came in, wearing nothing but a smile. 

"Denny, I know you have to work, but can you take some time and come down to the pool with me?"

"I always have time for you. I will be right down."

"Leave your clothes here. I want to be naked with you."

Who could refuse an invitation like that? I stripped off my clothes and followed her out to the back yard. I watched her ass sway with each step. When she stopped at the patio door, she stood with her legs slightly apart, and her long, plump pussy lips were silhouetted in the afternoon sun. As was usually the case when Tatiana was naked, my cock was hard.

I grabbed a couple of beers out of the fridge and joined her by the pool. We sat in the chaise lounges that had been the site of many al fresco lovemaking sessions over the past several weeks.

I broke the silence. "I think the meeting went well. I think Wendy will be able to help out."

"Denny, I am so sorry that I put you in this position. That is a lot of money to pay out just so I can sleep with you. You don't need to be that generous."

"Generous? I'm not being generous; I am being extremely selfish, and I don't care. I want what I want, and I want you. If it weren't for Annika, I would tell Brien and Julia to fuck off. I would love to tell them that you and I are sleeping together and that we are in love. "

I twisted in the lounger and continued: "...but that is not the way things are. Annika is your life and both of you are my life. I will do whatever it takes so that I can have you and make a new family. I would pay $10,000, $15,000 or $100,000 for the privilege of having you. Generous? No, if I can get away with paying only $10,000 it will be a bargain."

Her eyes clouded with tears and she turned away. I thought I knew her well enough to know what she was thinking. Despite having six weeks together, her life before we became lovers dogged her. She had never really told me about how she got along in Miami, and I had only an occasional glimpse of how miserable her life was with my son. I knew that life in Russia without a father had to be rough. I knew that she still had self-esteem issues. 

Knowing what the answer would be, I asked the question. "Tatiana, what's wrong? Did I offend you?" 

She quickly turned back to me; so quickly that her hair flowed across her bare breast. God, she looked so vulnerable and so beautiful.

"No, of course not. It's just that...well I don't know. I feel that I am not pulling my weight around here. I don't contribute to the household. You take me on a great weekend, you buy me clothes, you give me anything I ask, and now you are paying the legal fees. All I can do is fuck, and I probably don't do that well either. I'm just such a mess."

I moved over to the chaise. I lifted her legs and sat so her legs were across my naked lap. I took her hand in mine and kissed it.

"I respectfully disagree with you, Baby. I believe you are pulling your weight in this house. It is no longer a house because of you; it is a home...but that is not as important as the fact that you changed my life. You gave me purpose and made me happy for the first time in...in...well I guess for the first time ever. I buy you clothes because I want to buy you clothes. Talk about not pulling your weight, hell I'm the one not contributing. You have made me the happiest man on earth, and how do I repay you? With clothes and presents. It should be me feeling this way, not you.

She stood up, threw her leg over me and sat down, straddling me with her luscious pussy lips brushing my semi hard cock...but this was not about sex; this was about love and being close to each other, and the kiss was about sharing the passion that was always simmering, just below the surface.

"I promise you that I will make you happy."

"You already have." I tilted my head and took her right nipple into my mouth. I could feel it get hard, and she could feel my cock get hard, too. Despite the seriousness of our discussion, her pussy was dripping juices. She reached between her legs and slipped my rock-hard manhood into her body. There, in the late afternoon sunshine, Tatiana and I made agonizingly slow love. She had given me a very satisfying blowjob earlier in the day, but she had not cum since the night before. As was normal when making love in that position, she was in full control. I cradled her firm ass in my hands and used her natural lubricant to allow me to easy my finger into her ass. The predictable reaction was still erotic, as she threw her head back and let out a low, slow moan that built in both volume and pitch until I felt my balls being bathed in her succulent juices.

I did not come because I wanted to save myself for the pussy pounding I know that Tatiana would want later that night. After she cooled down a bit, we walked into the pool and sat with the cool water up to our necks, held each other and kissed.

We remained naked the rest of the evening as we prepared a salad and French bread. Naked or not, I needed Tatiana to confirm what she wanted to do when it came to clearing the way for us to have a life together.

Tatiana wanted to take things in stages. She figured we would try to get Brien to sign the permission to travel form and then work up to the statement that she was a good mother.

I had finally formulated a plan that involved presenting all the paperwork that Wendy would prepare, mixed with a little bribery.

I knew that we were not just dealing with Brien; if we were, we could get him to sign anything. The problem, as I saw it, was that Julia was still controlling Brien and would never allow him to sign anything just because it was the right thing to do, and certainly not if she knew I was involved. My plan was to appeal to Brien's laziness and his ego. The only thing that would make that happen is money. I figured if I paid him a lump sum to sign the papers, then paid him a monthly stipend (more like an allowance) to stay out of our lives, except for normal visitation for Annika, he might be more willing to go along and not make problems for Tatiana (and me).

I did not know how much it would take to buy off Brien, but whatever the amount, it would have an economic impact on our household, so I needed to tell Tatiana about my plan.

Tatiana had an appointment to get her pussy waxed the next day. That meant no sex for 24 hours, so I figured a sexless day might be a good day to talk to her. The day after that (Thursday) we would meet with Wendy.

As I predicted, that night, Tatiana did not want to make love; she wanted to just get fucked, and I was happy to oblige. I was in control and I pinned her knees around her ears and put everything I had into the effort. 

I awoke the next morning at about 6:00 and after putting the coffee on, I went to my office. I needed to pay more attention to my business if I expected to carry out my plan. My payables were in good shape and I had a decent backlog of business. In fact, I decided that I needed to hire another contractor to keep things on schedule. 

Then I checked my investments. I had several accounts including an annuity I funded for Brien. Despite everything, he was my son, and I set things up so that he would have income if I were no longer around to look after him. That is what I was looking for. As things stood that day, it would give Brien an income of $2500 per month for the next 15 years. 

My plan was simple; we would get Brien alone in the next few days and would present him the papers to sign. I fully expected him to refuse, especially when he found out the part about me marrying his ex-wife, but I prepared for that, too. I would remind him that if he let me marry Tatiana, there would be no more alimony. In addition, I decided to reimburse him for all child support the court had ordered him to pay, but he would not lose any visitation rights. Finally, if he signed both documents then and there, I would give him a lump sum payment of $15,000 and a monthly payment of $2,000 a month if he did not make trouble for her by going to court to change custody. I would make sure that he understood that if he or Julia made trouble, then the deal was off and he could kiss the monthly payment and the rest of his annuity good bye. I knew that I could pay more, but I decided to start a little lower than what I was willing to pay in case Brien decided to negotiate.

When I figured this all out, I called my investment lawyer to run my plan by her. She thought about it and told me she would check things out and get back to me later in the day. I felt so pleased that the solution was simple and would not cost anything that was not Brien's already. I would have to pay some upfront money for lawyers and the lump sum to Brien, but that would be no problem.

I went into the bedroom to see if Tatiana was awake, but the room was empty. I headed downstairs and met her as she came up with two mugs of coffee, wearing nothing but a smile.

"That looks and smells great, and so does the coffee."

"Smart Ass."

"Seriously, I'm glad you're up. I want to talk to you about something."

"Okay. In your office?"

"Yep."

I took one of the mugs and we headed for my office, both still naked. 

We sat down and I started to explain what I had in mind.

"I think that having Wendy Ahlstrom draw up papers is good, but we both know that Brien will not sign anything without talking to Julia and neither of them will do anything because it is the right thing to do. They are going put up a fight."

"I know. I have been worried about that from the start."

"Well, I think I have a plan." I went through it with her, and showed her the charts and graphs from the investment web sites and told her about the conversation I had with my investment attorney.

"I won't know for sure until I talk to her and she gives me her opinion, but she thinks it is all legal."

"But Denny, paying $2,000 per month to buy his silence...that's just too much!"

"I agree that it is more than he deserves, but it's his money anyway. I wrote him out of the will, but I set up a separate trust for him. You are the only other person who knows about it. All I am doing is paying him off early. Remember, it is only for 13 years, until Annika turns 18, then who cares if he calls you an unfit mother. It doesn't matter."




My Last Summer Romance Pt. 05



She was beginning to get the point. I continued. "If we set this up right, it will cost us nothing, and if either he or Julia makes trouble, he is out his monthly payment and he is out the balance of the annuity. I will give it to Annika when she turns 21."

We talked for a couple of hours, trying to knock holes in the plan. We made some minor tweaks, but by noon, we had a plan that would allow us to get married and attend Svetlana's wedding in St. Petersburg in the spring.

Tatiana made some sandwiches for lunch and we went over the plan again. Right at 1:00, my lawyer called and said that since the account was not a trust and just a normal annuity account, I could do anything I wanted. I explained what I wanted and she told me she would get the paperwork ready. She would have it by the end of business the next day.

Tatiana left for the salon to get waxed and I did some more work. I could see that it was going to be a busy fall and I was going to need some full time help. I thought about how she wanted to contribute more, and remembered that she did have a degree in business. She would be perfect as an office manager or in sales. (Moreover, the fringe benefit of being able to have sex with the help wasn't bad, either.)

When Tatiana came home, I asked her what she thought of the idea, and of course she agreed. I shut down my computer; we changed and went out for an early dinner and a movie: a real date.

On Thursday Morning, Tatiana got a call from Wendy Ahlstrom. The papers were ready to pick up, and that she should bring $500.00 as a retainer. We picked them up around noon and we no sooner left Wendy's office than I got a call from my investment attorney. She told me that the annuity and the contract for me to sign were ready to pick up.

So, all the pieces were in place. All we needed to do now was get Brien alone and convince him to sign.

However, we needed to handle one other issue. How do we tell little Annika that her Grampy will soon be her stepfather? ...and what if we did have another baby? That child would be Annika's sister and aunt at the same time. 

No matter when we confronted Brien, there would be words, and neither Tatiana nor I wanted this to come down on Annika, so we decided to hold off until she was back at home with us. In the mean time, we could prepare her for what was to come.

I had no doubt that she would accept me not so much as a stepfather, but as her mother's sleeping partner. I would always be Grampy and that would not change. Anyway, there was not much we could do about it...it was what it was.

The next month flew by. Annika stayed with us for a couple of weekends. We maintained separate rooms when she was there, but started showing more affection, with kisses and hugs in front of Annika. (She was included in the hugging, of course.) 

I didn't think it could be possible, but our sex life got even better. Maybe it was the knowledge that we had a plan and that our time together was not fleeting, but permanent. We spent most of the next few weeks naked.

I reorganized my office so I could fit an extra desk in for Tatiana. We worked in the nude. It was really fun watching her talk to a potential client while she absentmindedly pulled on her nipple. One time I set up a conference call with a client in Denver. I wanted to introduce Tatiana to s couple of my designers that lived in Colorado. I wore a shirt and tie, and Tatiana, a sexy but appropriate top...and that is all we wore. Out of view of the camera, we were both naked. 

Tatiana was a natural. When she went in front of a client with her sexy face and body, they were generally anxious to take the meeting: but when she opened her mouth and she made a flawless presentation with her equally sexy Russian accent, the deal was sealed. Instead of helping lighten my workload, she actually increased it as she brought in accounts that I had given up on. 

Although Tatiana was a very exciting and willing sex partner, when she became actively involved in my business, she was even more willing to experiment and try new things. We even tried anal sex, but neither of us liked it much because it limited us. We shift positions often, going from intercourse, to oral, back to intercourse. She was not anxious to put my cock in her mouth or pussy when I had just had it up her ass.

I maintained the workout regime we started the week she arrived. I had more energy and more stamina. My libido was greater and I we often had all day sessions and I could perform like I did when I was her age.

In short, my life was better than it had ever been—I loved and I was loved. I was more sexually active than ever before. My business was thriving, and every night I got to sleep with the most beautiful and the sexiest woman I had ever met. How could life get better?

Finally, August 15th rolled around, and it was time for Annika to come home. I was surprised but pleased that Brien was the one who brought her. He stayed near the door and was about to leave after they made the exchange when I stopped him.

"Hey, Brien, come in and have a beer."

"No, I really got to get going."

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a $100 bill. 

"Here, $100 for one beer. You going to make better money anywhere else?"

"Well, I suppose I got some time."

He sat in the small sitting room off the entryway. I got a couple of beers, and the papers we got from Annika's lawyer and my investment counselor. I also made a quick call before I came back in and sat down in the chair opposite him.

"Brien, I know that we really don't like each other very much. I have come to accept that, but you're still my son, so I want you to know some things. First, Tatiana and Annika are not moving back to Florida. I don't know if she told you that or not. She decided that it was just too hard for her, Annika and you to be that far away. So the good news is that you will be able to see Anika more often. I offered for them to stay with me."

Brien eyed me skeptically. "I sense a 'but' coming."

"Well, I guess that there is a 'but'. She wants to take Annika to Russia to see her mother and sister. Her sister is getting married in April and Tatiana wants to be there. I want you to sign this document that grants her permission to take Annika out of the country for up to six weeks at a time."

"Fuck you. I will never agree to that. She has no relatives or ties of any kind to America. She asked me this before. Sure as shit, she will take her to Russia and I will never see her or Annika again. No fucking way I'm going to sign that."

"Well, Brien, you are going to sign it, and I'll give you three very good reasons. First, it is the right thing to do. Just think how you would feel if you thought you could never see your mother again. Second, she does have ties to the United States. She has found someone who asked her to marry her, and she accepted..."

"What? Who is she marrying?"

I just ignored him. "...and third, I am going to pay you to do the right thing."

"Pay me? Pay me what?"(Suddenly he was less interested in the "who" as he was the "what".)

"Just hold on. I will get to that. I also what you to sign a paper in which you acknowledge that Tatiana is a good mother and that you agree that her pending marriage will not affect that belief. In other words, you are not going to make trouble for her or her new husband."

"You said something about paying me?"

"Here's the deal. You sign these two papers, giving permission to take Annika to Russia, and your agreement not to sue for custody or to change the agreement that you two have, and I will give you $15,000 right here and now..." 

I pulled the check out of my pocket and set it on the coffee table so he could see it.

"...then every month that you do not make trouble, I will automatically send you $2,000. You will get $2,000 every month until Annika turns 18. Now, I want to be clear on something. The day that you or your mother or anyone else sees a lawyer about taking custody away from Tatiana, the checks will stop, and the annuity I set up for you will revert to a trust for Annika when she turns 21; if anyone, and I mean anyone makes trouble for her, you get nothing."

He looked at me with a very quizzical expression on his face.

I said, "There's more. I know that you are required to pay $1,000 per month for child support. When you send your check to Tatiana, and she cashes it, I will cut you a check back for the same amount. You will not lose any visitation rights because you are making your payments. It is just that I am reimbursing you. "

I could see his head was spinning.

"Let me make this easy for you. Sign these papers and in the next 12 months, if you factor in the child support reimbursement, you will see income of $51,000, and then $36,000 per year after that for the next 13 years, until Annika turns 18."

He looked at me in disbelief. I waited for the obvious question. I knew I had to tell him, and it was spelled out in the agreement, but I was enjoying watching him try to figure this out. Finally, he asked.

"Why are you doing this? What does it matter to you?"

"Since you haven't figured it out yet, I am the person she is marrying."

"You fucking son of a bitch! You're fucking my wife...your own son's wife. You perverted, twisted, fucking bastard!"

"Technically she's your ex-wife...and anyway, when have you ever been a son to me. I am offering you more money than you will ever make in a year moving cars around a dealership."

"This is fucking blackmail!"

"I cannot think of anyone who would call it blackmail to be rewarded for doing the right thing."

"But, Fuckin-A, sleeping with my wife, that's fucked up. Does Annika know about this?"

"No, she does not. Tatiana and I never slept together when she was around."

"Holy Shit. I need to think about this. I need to talk with Mom."

So much for the carrot, now it was time for the stick.

"No, Brien you will not think about this or talk to your mother. You are 33 years old, and you need to start making some life decisions. This may be your first. The reason I divorced her was that you grew up to be such a pussy. Your mother rules your life, and she ruled mine until I found the wisdom to cut the apron strings. Now it is time for you to grow a pair."

He shifted uneasily in the chair; I think I was getting to him. I softened my tone a bit.

"Look, you know that Tatiana is a good mother. Look at the daughter she raised on her own the past year. Your fear that she might stay in Russia was legitimate a year ago, but not now, not under these circumstances."

"I really want to talk to Mom."

Well, okay, but before you do, you better hear the rest of the deal. You walk out that door and I rescind the offer. You will get nothing from me. I have already written you out of my will, and this was your only way to see any money from me. Everything will go to Tatiana in trust for Annika. So, Brien, what will it be? Are you going to wash cars and depend on your mommy for the rest of your life, or are you going to do the right thing, step out of her shadow and be a man?"

"How do I know you will make good on your promise?"

Good, I knew if he started talking details, I had him hooked. I took out the annuity contract and showed it to him. I pointed out that it could only be rescinded if legal action, in the form of using the courts to change custody arrangements or any civil action against Tatiana or me as it pertains to the marriage of either party or to custody of Annika. Payments will continue until the dissolution of the marriage of Dennis and Tatiana Johnson, or until Annika Johnson's 18th birthday."

"I can't change it, even if I wanted to."

"And I need to sign now?"

"Yep, before you walk out of this room or the deal is off and we will take our chances."

"And I get the first payment right away."

"You get the $15,000 right now. It is in the form a Cashier's Check, so you know it is good and I can't cancel it. $15,000 now, and $2,000 on the 15th of every month thereafter."

"And this does not affect visitation rights?"

"It will not. These agreements are binding, but they are outside the divorce court, so nothing will change." 

"Okay, give me a pen."

I couldn't believe that he caved in so easily. I figured on up to $25,000 at the front end, and $2500 per month. I called to the other room and asked my neighbor, Mark, whom I called while I got the beer and who was waiting in the kitchen with Tatiana. He was also a notary public so he could witness the signing to make it official.

I gave Brien the pen and he signed both documents. I then signed the Annuity agreement, and Mark notarized everything. It was official; we had cleared the first major hurtle as we moved ahead. There were issues with which we had to deal, but this was the biggie.

I contained my excitement until I walked Mark out the back door. 

"So, Tatiana tells me you guys are getting married. You are one lucky son of a bitch. A great person and a smokin' hot body, too...ah, if you don't mind my saying so. I especially like the fact that she swims in the nude."

"You can see into the yard? I told her no one could see in her."

"Well, no one can, unless they are standing on my workbench, looking out a vent near the roof. I've seen her plenty...you, too, although that is not as pleasing to the eye."

"Hey, I've seen your wife a time or two...not nude, but close to it in the two-piece she wears. I wouldn't complain if I got to climb in bed with someone who looks like her."

We walked out onto the patio and he looked at the chaise lounges.

"Yeh, I guess we are two lucky stiffs. I can only imagine what action these chairs have seen."

"No, Mark, you can't imagine. Even I have a hard time believing it myself." I looked back into the kitchen through the open patio door. "Can you believe that every night I get to sleep with that body?"

"Like I said, we are two lucky sons of bitches."

"I should really get in with Brien before he bolts. Thanks again."

"My pleasure. See you later. All this talk of hot women...I think my wife and I should take a nap."

I went back into the sitting room and Brien was staring out the window. I gave him an envelope with his copies and the check. He turned and I could see that he had a sad look on his face. He may even have been crying. I started to feel sorry for him; maybe he did have a caring side

"I guess this means it is really over. I had hoped that we would get together again, but this seals it. I always knew there was something between you. It was always Denny this and Denny that. Tell me, how long were you two screwing before we go divorced?" 

"Brien, do not think that way about her. We spent time together but it was a paternal relationship. I was trying to help her save your marriage. We didn't start sleeping together until this spring when she brought Annika up from Florida." 

"Well, I guess it don't mean shit either way, so I will take my $100.00 and be off."

"What?"

"You offered me $100.00 to have a beer with you. I had a beer, now I want my money." He held up the envelope. "This has nothing to do with that, so give me the money."

I handed him the Bill that was still sitting on the table in front of where I sat. I should have known better than to feel sorry for him. He would never change.

I escorted him to the door and waited until he pulled out of the driveway. I walked into the kitchen and Annika was telling Tatiana about her summer. I looked at Tatiana, smiled, winked and held the papers up for her to see.

"So it's done? He signed them?"

"Yep, I assume he is on his way to tell Julia, but she can't do anything about it. If she tries, Brien is out a lot of money, and he knows it, so, he won't let her do anything. We should hear the reverberation when she explodes."

Tatiana stood up and hugged me, but stopped before planting a big kiss on my lips. We still had to tell Annika what was happening.

We had been discussing how to approach her for more than a month. It was now up to Tatiana. I kissed Annika on the cheek and Tatiana lightly on the lips and, on cue, left the room, out of sight but not out of earshot. I listened in as Tatiana explained what would happen.

She told Annika how much she loved her, and how she missed her while she was at Grandma's house. She went on to say how glad she was that Grampy was around when she got lonely.

"Did he give you juice and rub your tummy?"

"Yes, he did."

"And did he get in bed with you and hug you until you went to sleep?"

"Yes, he did that too."

"Did Grampy make you not be lonely?"

"Yes, I don't know how I would have made it through the time you were gone if it weren't for Grampy. Honey, do you remember how Mommy and Daddy used to sleep in the same bed?"

"Well, kind of."

"That was because I loved your Daddy and wanted to be close to him. I feel the same way about Grampy. What do you think of that?"

"Does Grampy get lonely?"

"Yes, I think he does."

Then, as though it was so obvious, Annika declared, "Then you should give him juice and rub his tummy and sleep with him so he isn't lonely."

"That's a very good idea!"

"What if I get lonely? Can you sleep with me sometimes?"

"Of course I will," and she gave Annika a kiss in the cheek.

That settled, Annika gave an exasperated sigh and asked, "Can we go swimming now?"

Tatiana and Annika walked past me in the hall on their way to change into their bathing suits. As she passed, she winked at me and mouthed the word, "Tonight". 

I changed into swim trunks, too, made some lemonade (not fresh, the frozen concentrate) and my new little family spent the remainder of Sunday afternoon by the pool. It was a warm and an absolutely gorgeous summer day, made more so by the knowledge that our future together was no longer in flux.

Although we were not lounging by the pool in the nude, as was our custom, Tatiana made sure I had something to look at. She wore the same bikini that she wore when she caught me ogling her as she rollerbladed just a couple of months ago: the white one, which became nearly transparent when it got wet. 

We had been sipping on lemonade and watching Annika splash around when the phone rang. I looked at the caller ID.

Annika was out of earshot, so I whispered to Tatiana, "Shit, its Julia. That didn't take long. I better take this in the house."

I stepped inside the kitchen and answered the phone.

"Hi, Julia. What's up?"

"What's up? What's up? I'll tell you what's up you perverted, incestuous son of a bitch. How could you fuck up your son's life by making him sign a pact with the devil, just so you can sleep with that whore he made the mistake of marrying. And you think I am going to stand by while you expose my granddaughter to your shit..."

I knew from painful experience with Julia, that she would go on for a few minutes, and that it was pointless to try to get a word in. I gently set the phone down on the counter and went outside to get more lemonade.

Tatiana looked up and said, "That was fast, what did she want?"

"I don't know; she is still just warming up. I got thirsty listening to her." I gave Tatiana a kiss on the lips, walked back into the kitchen and picked up the phone.

"...dirty rotten bastard. Your own son, god damn it...your own flesh and blood. What the fuck do you have to say for yourself?"

"Well, Julia, it's good to hear from you, too. What do I have to say for myself? Only two things. First, if you make trouble for Tatiana or me, it will cost Brien hundreds of thousands of dollars, so you might want to think twice about making him choose between money and you. You trained him well, so if you force him to choose, you may not like his decision. Second, fuck you."

With that, I hung up and walked out to the pool. I sat beside my fiancé and lover.




My Last Summer Romance Pt. 05



"What did she have to say?"

"Baby, she just ranted and raved. I told her that if she did anything to mess up our lives, it would cost Brien hundreds of thousands of dollars, and she had better be careful about making Brien choose between love of money and love of mother. Then I told her to fuck off."

"Denny, I know that you don't think much of each other, but I have to work with the woman when it comes to visitation, and I don't want to give her any excuse to put Annika in the middle of a fight between you and her."

"Even if she called you a whore?"

"Why that bitch....No, really, even if she calls me a whore, because I'm not a whore. I know it and you know it, so it really doesn't matter what she calls me."

The sun was beginning moving around the side of the house. Even though it was still the dog days of summer, the chill in the air was a harbinger of winter. We stayed out a little longer than we wanted; Annika was not quite waterlogged enough. When we finally went inside, we ordered pizza, and after dinner, put Annika down to bed. Tatiana and I took turns reading stories; I read in English, and Tatiana read in Russian.

When Annika settled in, Tatiana and I opened a bottle of wine and talked about our future for the first time since it was clear we had a future.

We decided to wait for a couple of weeks before we told her that we would be married. We needed to give her a chance to get used to the fact that we were sleeping together first. We also decided to ease into things. Tatiana would start out in my bed and then move to her old room in the night. Other times, she would start in her room and then move to ours. Eventually we would be together all night and every night.

She apologized to me when she suggested that we had to curtail the casual nudity around the house.

"What about sex?" I asked.

"Once in the morning and once in the evening until she starts school, then add in a nooner occasionally."

"Works for me."

As I sat beside her on the couch, I was gently caressing her thigh with my hand. As always, when we were not making love, we were touching. Her skin and the feel of her body had become a narcotic to which I had become addicted. I worked my hand under the hem of her loose fitting shorts and felt the heat of her pussy, even though she was wearing panties. 

Her hand came under my shirt and she gently raked her fingers through the hair on my chest.

...and then she brought her mouth to mine, slowly with her lips parted just enough to receive my tongue. She tilted her head slightly and as she came near, I could feel her breath and smell the delicate perfume wore. The scent was an aphrodisiac to me, and one whiff filled me with desire.

Then our lips met. God, how I love her lips! We lingered there a moment, our lips touching. Then our tongues met and gently danced. I reached under her shirt and lightly caressed then pulled on her left nipple. She let out a sigh and, with her free hand, through her shirt, held mine to her breast.

When the kiss broke, she pulled back from me, slowly, her eyes still closed. "Mmmmm, I love that."

"Should we go upstairs so you can give me juice and rub my tummy?" I asked.

"I think that is a good idea, but then I should spend some time with Annika. It is her first night back, and we have shared a room since I left Brien. I want to approach this slowly. Are you okay with that?"

"Selfishly, no...I want you with me all the time, but the reality is that it is important to make it easy for Annika to adapt to this new situation...not only because it is me, but because your attention will now be divided between her and me."

She kissed me again; my heart soared and my cock hardened. She moved her hand down my chest and belly and rested on my lap. She looked at me. "We need to take care of that. Come with me."

She took my hand and led me up the stairs. My shorts tented and a wet spot formed in front. I was surely ready to make love.

That night, though, our lovemaking was different. We reached a new plateau in our relationship where the lovemaking was more emotional than physical. Oh, I still ate her pussy and she still sucked my cock, but the intercourse was slow and sensual rather than fevered and erotic.

When I eased my cock into her eager pussy, she let out a sigh. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist. When I was fully buried in her, her vaginal muscles grabbed and massaged my cock to the root. We fell into a slow and rhythmic motion that not only felt good, but was euphoric, as well. As many times as I made love to (and fucked) Tatiana, this was a new experience. There were no screams, and no profanity, maybe borne out the necessity because of Annika's presence down the hall. Rather, the sounds were soft, seductive and conveyed a deeper meaning than sensory pleasure. 

Tatiana had her fingers interlaced in my hair. She whispered, almost so quietly I could not here. "Oh, Denny, I'm going to cum. Are you ready? I want to come with you." She put her arms around me and squeezed. I felt the cum boiling in my groin and building to an irrepressible crescendo. Tatiana's breathing became more labored and intense. Her muscles gripped my cock in an almost desperate effort to speed up the coming eruption. Then, unable to contain myself further, I let loose a torrent of cum. Right after my first spasm she came, too as her muscles milked my cock. When the last spasm subsided I started to relax, but Tatiana was twisting and convulsing under me. She let out a quiet but deep grunt and her body went limp.

"Oh, I was just on the edge and had on more minor orgasm there at the end. That was something that doesn't happen often."

"I'm sorry, I could have helped."

"No, that's okay. It was different to use my mind to come, instead of your body."

I rolled and brought her with me. She lay on top of me until my shriveling penis slipped out of her very wet hole. I felt the mixture of my cum and her juices flow across my balls and onto the bedding below. 

"Why is it," I asked, "that I always have to sleep on the wet spot?"

"You don't have to worry tonight. I am going to sleep in Annika's room to let her adjust to the new surroundings, so you can sleep on my side."

"Can't you stay a little longer?"

"Just a couple of minutes."

We held each other and I fell asleep. When I woke up, she was gone. I was sleeping on the wet spot, but somehow, I didn't mind, and I drifted back into a contented sleep.

When I awoke, it was Monday and it was time to create a new normal routine. I showered, dressed and headed downstairs (Showering alone and wearing clothes would take some getting used to.) Today, in my mind, it was the end of summer and the first day of tackling the work, which accumulated during my middle age Summer Romance. 

Tatiana and Annika were already downstairs. The coffee was on and Cartoon Central played on the TV in the kitchen. Tatiana wore the white #47 jersey, but unlike the last time that she wore it while Annika was here, she had nothing under it. I kissed each of my girls on cheek, grabbed the coffee and went back to my office.

I sat down at my desk and started to look at my email, but I just was not into it. Something that I thought about earlier that morning kept gnawing at the edge of my consciousness. It was almost a sense of déjà vu, and just like déjà vu, elusive to pin down.

Then it came to me. I was feeling the same sense of melancholy and emptiness that I felt those forty or more summers ago: a sense of pending loss as the carefree days of summer were passing into memory. In a few weeks or a few months, would déjà vu become reality? Would I add Tatiana to the list of girls and women who stole my heart in June, only to cast it aside in September? How would the passionate and sexual Tatiana of Summer reconcile herself with the Mommy of fall and winter? Would our normal lives be incompatible with our summer lives? Only time would tell and I pushed the thoughts out of my mind

During the following week, we settled into a comfortable routine. Annika soon became the center of our lives. I tried to draw comparisons between my life with Julia when Brien was five and my life now. I concluded that there was no comparison. Julia was devoted to Brien, just as Tatiana is devoted to Annika, but Julia acted as though Brien was hers and not ours. I was not included when they read books or played, although if I were honest about it, I should have pressed harder. Now, not only am I allowed to participate in the relationship between Tatiana and Annika, I am expected to participate. I helped at bedtime, mealtime and reading time. Annika soon became comfortable coming to me when she needed something if her mother was not around.

There is one other thing that made my life with Tatiana so different from my life with Julia: Julia never woke me in the middle of the night giving me a blowjob.

Although Tatiana had become a vitally important part of my business, she was on Mommy duty until school started. You just could not leave a five-year-old to her own devices, especially when there was a pool in the back yard.

The following Thursday was the start of the Minnesota State Fair. I had not been there in many years, and Tatiana had only been there once, when Annika was just 6 months old. We decided that we should go this year. Annika was at a good age and it would make for good family time.

We had a great time. The State Fair is known around the country as the "anything-on-a-stick-and-deep-fried" event. No matter what your gastronomical perversion, the Minnesota State Fair has it: from deep-fried hotdogs on a stick, to deep-fried candy bars on a stick, to deep fried pickles on a stick. I think we tried everything the fair had to offer.

We left happy and believing that we would never want to eat again. Annika had her face painted, and clutched her newest treasure: a huge stuffed bear dressed in bib overalls. It was a great day, but on the way home, the melancholy returned. Tatiana sensed something was wrong but did not say anything.

We got home, slathered on the sunburn lotion and sat in the cool of the air conditioning watching TV. Annika was asleep in less than five minutes. We put her to bed and went downstairs for our nightly alone time. (Something else that never happened with Julia once Brien was born.) Tatiana poured the wine and sat next to me on the couch. With her hand on my thigh, she asked me why I was so sad on the drive home.

"I don't know," I lied. "I get this way this time of year."

"Do not bullshit me Mr. Dennis Johnson. You know how I hate that. What is wrong?"

"Well, it's not entirely bullshit. I do get this feeling around this time, but this year it is especially strong."

One time, when we were discussing out past sex lives, I told her about the "Summer Romances" of my youth. What I didn't tell her then, but what I told her as we sat together, was about the intensity and passion these hormone based relationships had affected me and how there affects lingered all me life. I told her about how they went from strong, enduring love affairs to sad memories of unfulfilled love in a matter of three months. 

"Each year, the State Fair was the last big outing of the summer and soon after that, the love affair was over. Every year at this time it was the same, and every year at this time, when I see young people walking hand in hand, so totally in love, I see a love affair that will be dead in a matter of weeks, and they don't even know it."

"And you think that is what will happen to us? That we will get back to what you call normal lives and that our love will...what's the word you used...fizzle?"

"I'm sorry, but you are dealing with forty years of conditioning. It's sort of the way you are with cops. It is not rational, but in here," I tapped my chest, "it is real."

"Well, I got over my fear, with your help, and I am going to help you get over your apprehension. This is not a summer romance. If I thought that was all it was going to be, I would have never seduced you that first night. This is a Life Romance, and it was from the first night we made love. It may change, but it is not going to end."

She kissed me, as only Tatiana can kiss. "Now, will you come upstairs, get in the shower with me and then eat my pussy?"

"That would be more fun than a day at the fair."

We dashed up the stairs and were out of our clothes before the bedroom door closed. As soon as the water cascaded over our bodies, we held each other close. My cock was rigid and wedged between us. Tatiana did a series of squats as she used the friction between her body and mine to provide stimulation. It had been nearly 24 hours since I held her this way and the feeling of our naked bodies touching almost made me cum right there. She reached the shower gel, put a huge dollop in her hand, and lathered up my prick and balls. Her hands wandered and soon she was fingering my asshole. I returned the favor, but with her smooth and hairless crotch, I had to work harder to produce a foamy lather. I massaged her pussy lips between my fingers and engaged in a little ass play. 

She put her arms tightly around my neck, pulled herself up and wrapped her legs around my waist. Then she kissed me. My knees went weak, as they normally do when I taste her lips. We rinsed off and, with Tatiana still clinging to me, she grabbed one of the huge towels and threw it over our shoulders to dry us off slightly. The desperation of our desire for each other left no time to towel dry. I carried her into the bedroom and we remained in each other's arms, continuing the kiss that started in the bathroom. We lay on the bed, and she kneeled at my side, with her knees even with my chest. She bent over and took one of my nipples into her mouth, just as I had done hundreds of times to her. With my right hand, I stroked her back and followed her spine down to the crack of her ass and beyond. I was barely able to reach her labia but I was able to twist and knead her lips in my hand to coax her to bring her pussy to my lips. She worked down my belly and took my swollen member into her mouth. At the same time, she lifted her left leg over me and positioned her luscious lips over my face. 

We stayed in this position for a long time, maybe 30 minutes. Tatiana came twice and I nearly came once, but with her newfound cock-sucking skills, she knew when to back off and when to be aggressive. Finally, I needed to be in her. I rolled over so she was on the bottom and turned my body so I was poised and ready to penetrate her in a conventional, unexciting, missionary position, but that quickly changed as Tatiana took control. She pushed on my shoulder and rolled me over so she was on top. She sat on my aching member and drove it as far into her body as it had ever been. I felt it "hit bottom" as she ground and gyrated her hips. Her eyes were glued to mine with a look of what could only be described as love mixed with lust.

We both came, and as she collapsed on me, we cherished what we had for each other. Tatiana going to move to her other room in a little while, but the sun and the excitement of the day had taken its toll on us, and she fell asleep in my arms. The next thing either of us knew, there was a tap on the door. It was already 6:30 in the morning.

"Have you seen Mommy? Oh there you are. Can I watch cartoons?"

"Of course, I will be down in a minute and make you breakfast."

"Okay!" and she skipped off, giving no thought at all to the fact that we were in bed together.

Tatiana lay back down on my shoulder and told me that we needed to let Annika in on everything. "School starts a week from Tuesday, and it might raise some questions if someone asks what Mommy does, and she says, 'sleeps with Grampy.'"

We dressed and went downstairs together. Annika stood in front of the TV, mesmerized by some animated thing on TV, a juice box in her left hand and the TV remote in her right. She did not hear us come down, so we watched her for a minute before calling her name.

After breakfast, Tatiana and I sat down with Annika. We needed to move to the next step with her and we needed to give her enough time to adjust to the situation before school started the following week. 

"You know, you are a very lucky little girl, because we have a very nice home with Grampy and he is here to help us if we need anything. Do you remember how it was in Florida? There was always a new baby sitter to get used to."

"I am glad we live with Grampy. I like it here better than Florida."

"I am glad we live here, too. I'm glad that both Grampy and I will be here when you get home from school."

"Uh huh"

"Honey, do you know what it means when a man and woman get married?"

"Yes. It means they love each other."

"That's right, and Mommy loves Grampy very much, and he asked me to marry him. What do you think of that?"

She gave Tatiana a thoughtful look, "Does that mean I have to call him Daddy, or can I still call him Grampy?"

"I think you can still call him Grampy, if that's what you want. Since we will be married, that means I will sleep with Grampy all the time. Is that okay with you?"

"Sure, but you will still get in bed with me sometimes?"

"Of course I will."

"Good, can we have breakfast now?"

And just like that the concerns and issues that blocked our future were all gone. Now, all I needed to do was get a ring and set the date. Later that day, I asked Annika if she would help me shop for a ring for Mommy. She became very excited about being involved in such an important decision. Then she suggested that we take Tatiana along so we can make sure she likes what we pick out. I thought it was a great idea. 

On our shopping trip to the jewelry store, I learned one thing about women (and 5-year-old girls): their love of shiny bobbles is ingrained in their DNA.

When Brien and Tatiana were first engaged, I was a little embarrassed at the size of diamond he bought for her. It was so small, it was not even sized by Carat Weight, it was sized was by points. It almost looked like a plain gold band. This time around, she was going to have the diamond she deserved. 

As we looked over the selection, and after I pushed her away from the economy area with its small diamonds, she settled on two that she liked. One was what I would call a traditional engagement ring with a large diamond with smaller diamonds around it. (Each of the smaller stones was larger than any of the stones in her old ring were.) The other ring was an oval cut. I suppose it was nice, but to me it was more of a cocktail ring than an engagement ring. Annika broke the tie and we went with my favorite. She was so proud that she made the decision.

The store sized it right there, and within the hour, still in the store and with Annika at her side, I got down on one knee and made it official. "Tatiana, will you make my life complete and fill my days and nights with your love and boundless energy? Will you take my heart and give me yours? Tatiana, will you marry me?"

She took my hand and I stood and put the ring on her finger. It was now official, but there was one more thing I wanted to do. I reached in my pocket, pulled a small box out of my pocket, and got back down on one knee. "Annika, I want you to know that you are part of this, too. Annika, will you let me take care of you and your mommy forever and ever?" I took a small gold locket out of the box and put it around her neck. She did not really know what to make of the question, but she put her arms around my neck and told me she loved me.

Then, to celebrate, we walked to the other side of the mall and had ice cream. 

Chapter 6: Epilogue

That was a year ago. I ended my story here, because the Summer Romance ends here. When I slipped that ring on her finger, it was no longer a Summer Romance with its certain end, its disappointment and its sadness; it is now a Life Romance filled with hope and promise.




My Last Summer Romance Pt. 05



Much has happened to my little family in the 12 months since I got down on my knee in the middle of the jewelry store and made our engagement official.

The day after Labor Day was the first day of school for Annika. It was a day that she had looked forward to for months. She told us many times that she thought it was not fair that she had to wait until September to start school; she was ready now! The school bus stopped right at the end of our drive, so there was no worry about her safety. Despite this, we decided that we would take her to school on her first day to make sure she was okay. (We need not worry; she did fine and was a little disgusted that she could not take the bus.)

The school was only about a mile from the house, but it seemed like a thousand. We could not wait to get back, strip off our clothes and run around naked. We had a few hours to fuck, suck, and to be sexual animals before Annika came home and we had to parents again.

We started dropping our clothes at the front door and left a trail of shirts, shoes, pants and under garments all the way up the stairs and to the bedroom. We took hold of each other as though we had not held each other's bodies in months. Since Annika came home from Brien's, we still had sex once or twice a day, and while it was tremendously satisfying, both physically and emotionally, we tended to be more subdued. Today, it was time for a screaming, gut wrenching fuck session.

We were not in the house for a minute before I had my cock in her sweet, tight pussy. Her knees were up around her chest as she made as much room as possible to accommodate my body for maximum penetration. She could not get enough of me and soon I rolled over so she was on top of me. She sat up and gyrated her hips. She did not look at me; her focus was on what was happening in her smooth-shaved cunt and how my cock was making her feel. When she came, it was accompanied with a moan that shook the windows. When she came down, she rolled off me and then, with her ass in the air, and her ample lips glistening with the nectar that her orgasm released, she beckoned me to take her from behind. I slipped in easily, help by the coating of slick juices on her pussy and lips. I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me as I thrust. Soon she was moaning again and I reached the point of no return. I came, as did she and we collapsed on each other. I could not have been more than ten minutes since we came through the door. 

We spent the rest of the morning on the patio, near the pool. Although it was the first week in September, and cooler than it was a few weeks before, it was still warm enough to lie out in the nude.

Late summer became autumn, and the leaves began to change. We decided to go up to the North Shore and see the colors. I called Marge and told her we were coming and that we needed a two-bedroom cabin, because we were bringing Annika. 

We had a great time, and the sex was almost as it was when we were there in July. The bedrooms were separated so there was little chance of our sessions being overheard by little 5-year-old ears.

We also talked about getting married in Russia. At first, Tatiana liked the idea, but then decided she did not want to overshadow her sister's big day. We decided that we would get married in a civil service right away, then have our vows consecrated in front of her family. We got a marriage license a couple of days after we got the ring, so we were set. We just needed to find a judge.

I called Torq, and he called a judge who was very happy to perform the ceremony. We asked Lester and Marge to be our witnesses, and had Torq and Wendy present as witnesses, too. Annika was the "Maid of Honor", and the judge even let her sign the marriage certificate.

After dinner, Torq and Wendy asked Annika if she would like to come to their house and play with their daughter and their dog. She could even spend the night and come back in the morning. Obviously, Torq was trying to give us privacy on our wedding night. 

Annika seemed to understand, and away they went, leaving me alone with my new wife in our cabin on the lake. In reality, not much had changed by the simple pronouncement of a municipal judge from the North Shore of Lake Superior. Our love did not get any stronger or deeper (although the strength and depth increased every day). We climbed into the same bed that night that we climbed out of 16 hours before. The gentle curve of her ass, the softness of her breasts and the sweetness of her pussy were no different than they were that morning.

But why did it feel so much different? 

It had been nearly four months since I became intimate with Tatiana, and the sex has always been great, but that night it was something special. She rode me like I was a bucking bronco, and I felt like I was. As she drove her pelvis into mine, I met every thrust. My cock never felt bigger or harder than it felt that night. She came at least four times, and I had never had such an intense orgasm. We made love and fucked to exhaustion. We slept soundly in each other's arms all night, and awoke rested, satisfied and very happy.

We finally got up and showered together. The tub in this room, while not much bigger than the claw-foot tub in the last cabin we had, was big enough to accommodate us, although just barely. We dressed and headed down to Marge's breakfast buffet. When we entered the restaurant, all the diners stood up and applauded. It was then I saw the lighted marquee that generally advertised the dinner special. It read, "Congratulations Dennis and Tatiana. Just Married."

Yes, it did feel different.

Tatiana, Annika and I settled into life as a family. Annika was the hit of the Kindergarten, because she could speak Russian. I encouraged Tatiana and Annika to speak the language as much as possible. Not only is language a way to understand the culture of a country, it also pays off in later life when a person is looking for a job.

One day, Annika marched in the door and announced that she now wanted to be called Annie, because that is what her friend called her and she liked the name. We did so for about a week. Then one day she came to Tatiana and asked why we never called her Annika anymore. Women learn this stuff at an early age.

Annika also stopped calling me Grampy, and started calling me the Russian name "Лала" which is pronounced sort of like PAAApa. She called her father Daddy, so there was no confusion. I certainly liked it better than Grampy, because I really was becoming her Лала.

Tatiana and Brien worked out a more liberal visitation schedule, which tapered some of the animosity Julia had for the deal that Brien and I signed. It also gave Tatiana and me some "alone time". We were, after all, newlyweds.

The alone time usually consisted of naked weekends. After I had the pool winterized, we only had indoor sports to keep us busy. One weekend, we wanted to see how many times Tatiana could cum in 24 hours. (The answer is 14, counting multiple orgasms and the three times I woke her during the night eating her pussy.)

Another weekend, we decided to have a day of No-Foreplay sex. One of would say the others name, and point to a body part. The other person would oblige by sucking, kissing or fucking, as the case may be.

During the Christmas Holiday, Annika spent Christmas Eve with Brien and his new girlfriend. I am happy to say that he moved out of the dump he had before I made the deal with him, and he got a nice apartment and cleaned himself up. His girlfriend seemed nice enough and more importantly, Annika liked her and Brien seemed happy. He got rid of the baggage of his divorce and his love-hate relationship with Tatiana, and he got out from under his domineering mother. As it turned out, everyone came out of the situation happier than before, except Julia, who, because of her personality and her demands on everyone's time, was even more bitter than before.

Tatiana and I had a very nice, quiet Christmas Eve. We exchanged gifts and then made love under the first Christmas tree I had put up in more than ten years.

I had made some special plans for New Years Eve. We got the older sister of one of Annika's friends to come over and watch her. Tatiana and I got a room at a hotel downtown so we would not have to drive home (plus hotel sex is great).

Once again, Tatiana would not show me what she was planning on wearing. Before she went shopping, she made sure that we were going to party in the same hotel we stayed. This told me that whatever she wore, it would not hold up against the cold winters of Minnesota.

We checked into the hotel at 4:00, and after a quick roll in the hay, we showered (together of course) and dressed.

I have never been disappointed in anything that my wife has ever worn, and what she wore on New Year's Eve was no exception. The dress was cobalt blue, my favorite color. I was tight and showed off her wonderful ass and most of her tight and toned legs. The top had what she later told me was a cowl neck that fit loosely and gave the slightest hint of her small but firm and suckable breasts. When she leaned over, both came into spectacular view. For the first time since she returned from Florida, I noticed that she wore panty hose and light blue, 4-inch heal shoes. She was stunning, but I was a little disappointed in the fact that when I ran my hands up her legs the panty hose would block my access to her skin and her fat labia.

I wore a conventional dark, pinstripe suit and a tie that matched the color of her dress. As we waited with others for the elevator, she was the center of attention. As I stood with her, she slipped her hand around my waist, looked up at me, and whispered, "I love you." I leaned into her and kissed her softly on the lips.

Our candle-lit dinner in the dining room was not spectacular, but Tatiana certainly was. As we were waiting for desert, I took her hand in mine and she told me that this was the best year of her life. I looked into her eyes and responded, "Thank you for saving me."

We walked down to the hotel ballroom and partied with the rest of the guests. We wore the silly hats, but thankfully, the silly glasses that made up the past ten New Years Eves (the ones where the zeros are the eye holes) were gone. As we sat at the table during an intermission, I ran my hand up her hose-clad legs, despite the fact that a layer of nylon separated me from her skin. I got a surprise, however, when I came to the top not of panty hose, but of thigh high stockings. I gave a surprised look and she winked. I went higher, and found the pussy lips that I sought, with no fabric coving them. Her heat was noticeable; she was horny and so was I. I wanted her even though we had a quickie just a few hours before.

Midnight could not come fast enough; we kissed each other Happy New Year, drank our champagne and headed for the elevators. Since we left the party early, we had the elevator all to our selves. She turned to me and wrapped her arms around me. I put my hands on her ass and lifted her dress, exposing her cheeks and, with her legs slightly spread, her pussy lips.

We entered our room and I lifted her dress over her head. She stood before me naked except for the thigh-high stockings and her spiked heel shoes. My body's reaction was as intense as it was predictable. I became hard and became uncomfortable as my pants and briefs contained my erection. Sensing this, she squatted and spread her legs. She slowly unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out from the briefs that was constricting it. She took my organ into her mouth and slowly licked and caressed it and my balls. I unbuckled my belt and let my pants fall to the floor. My underwear quickly followed as she continued her erotic assault on me. As much as I enjoyed her oral ministrations, I wanted her pussy. I wanted the feel of entering her tight wet slit and driving myself to the hilt. I wanted to hear the sound she made when I filled her. This is what I wanted in the first minutes of 2011.

After the initial rush of getting back to the room and getting into the huge king-sized bed, we settled into a slow and loving rhythm. Her legs, still clad in the thigh high stockings, wrapped around my waist. We wanted to make it last. In the months that we started sleeping together, we came to know each other's physical reactions. She knew how to slow me down to keep me from cumming to quickly, and I knew all the ways that made her cum. That night she came multiple times, and when I came, it was an explosion of passion and semen.

I was about roll over and pull her on to me, when she stopped me. Her legs were still wrapped around my waist, and she said, "Just stay there for a while. I think we will make a baby tonight. I had the same feeling I had when Annika was conceived. Oh God, Denny, I love you so much." I looked in her eyes and could see that she was overcome with emotion. Her eyes welled up and she started to cry.

Once more, I moved to roll off her, but she held me. Her legs were clamped around my waist. "Is it okay? I mean, we talked about having a baby before we were married, but is this okay?" 

"It is more than okay. I love you so much, and if you become pregnant tonight, it is perfect."

We slept soundly that night, and went to brunch the next morning. We talked about what it would mean if she were pregnant. I reminded her that my better years are behind me.

She scoffed at that and said, "I would say your best years are right now. You're middle aged."

"I'm middle age if I live to be 114. Make that 116; I am going to be 58 this year. It might not be fair to you if I die before our little boy or girl reaches adulthood."

"No, what would not be fair is for you and me not to give a new life the chance to thrive in a loving home. I pray that you gave me a precious gift last night; that is what would be fair."

...and so it was. She missed her period about two weeks later. Then in late January, she showed me a home pregnancy test with a plus. At the age of 57 years and 10 months, I was going to be a parent again.

We could not get too wrapped up in the pregnancy, however. We needed to plan our trip to Russia. I needed to renew my passport and get a visa. Tatiana and Annika both had Russian passports, so there was no problem. We got Annika a US passport, too, to make it easier for her to come into the country. Tatiana had her green card.

We left Minneapolis on my birthday, April 8. I was now 58 years old with a pregnant, 30-year-old wife and a 6-year-old stepdaughter/granddaughter. We all flew business class to Amsterdam and then to St. Petersburg.

The first meeting between my mother and me proved to be interesting. She was 8 years younger than I was, but looked about ten years older. She had obviously led a hard life. She was very happy that I brought her daughter and only grandchild back to her, but she obviously did not know what Tatiana could possibly see in someone who she believed was too old to keep her happy. 

Her mother only spoke a few words of English, so our communication was limited to her glaring at me from across the room and uncomfortable silence. She was a different woman when Tatiana or Annika was around. 

Annika spoke Russian very well, and that made her maternal grandmother very happy. Tatiana told her that all her children would know their Russian heritage. 

Her mother nodded, and then the full impact of what Tatiana was saying came through. Tatiana was just starting to show, and even with the "baby bump", she was still much trimmer than when she last saw her mother.

Tatiana nodded and told her that she would be a grandmother one more time. 

And just like that the ice melted and I was accepted into the Lakova family.

The wedding was something spectacular. Svetlana could not have been more different that Tatiana. She was very tall, nearly six feet, with blond hair and blue eyes. She had very large, rather matronly tits for someone who was not yet 27 years old. She was not as fit as Tatiana, and could stand to lose a few pounds. After the ceremony, Svetlana and her new husband stood in as witnesses as Tatiana and I reaffirmed our vows. (I even surprised Tatiana and her family by reciting the vows in Russian, which I learned phonically from her mother.)

We toured the city, and we walked arm and arm along the river. Annika spent a lot of time with her grandmother, and I decided that if I could swing it, we would make this trip at least once a year.

The summer of 2011 flew by. We were busy making a space for the new member of our family. The guest suite I built for Tatiana and Annika a year ago was converted back into two rooms: the perfect little girl's room (actually, big sister's room) and a nursery.

At this very moment, as I write this memory of my very last Summer Romance, I am sitting in that nursery next to the bassinette with the sleeping Milenka Denise Johnson. She was born a little earlier than expected but the doctor said there were no complications. That is why we named her Milenka; in Russian in means "little one". I cannot believe the impact this little soul has had on my life in the few short days she has been with us.

I also cannot believe how my life has changed in 15 months. I have gone from a lonely man who was getting old before his time, to a man with two small children and a beautiful wife.

I cannot say if I will live long enough to see little Milenka reach adulthood, but I am not going to make the same mistake with her that I made with Brien. I will not only be part of her life, together Tatiana and I will be the focal point of her life. 

Tatiana and Annika just walked into the room and Tatiana took my daughter into her arms, opened her shirt and gave her breast to Milenka to suck. With that, I am going to end this story, although really, this is not the end of the story, it is only the beginning.