0 comments/ 16550 views/ 1 favorites Sexual Awakening - New Chapter Ch. 01 By: Nayes (This is the 5th episode of my life story. Sexual Awakening, Sexual Awakening Ch. 02, Sexual Awakening Ch. 03 (by nayes59), and Sexual Awakening: Wedding Plans by stuartnayes.) * It is long time since I shared my life story here. Almost over two years. Lots of things have happened since then. I am Kim by the way; if we have not met before. Hope you have fun reading my narrative. In the last episode, Sexual awakening -- Wedding plans, I kicked Sam out of our life and Steve and I got back together. It was good to start with. Steve was able to overcome or rather work around his erection problems and we did enjoy having our relationship. At least, I thought we did. But soon we fell into our old routine. Work and other activities made us have sex less often and before long we stopped having at all. Just as it was before Sam came into our life. The difference this time was that I did miss having sex, unlike before. If you have read the four earlier episodes, you would know that it was my husband Steve's idea to bring Sam in as a substitute for his shortcomings. I did not want it and vehemently objected to it in the beginning. Sam took over our life, lock stock and barrel. He was rude and rough and at every opportunity, humiliated Steve and me. The sad and or the shocking aspect of it were that I began to accept it and even to my dismay, enjoy it. It became obvious only when he left us alone to pick up the pieces of what ever was left over. But after some time, I started to miss the excitement. I could not believe that I was even contemplating such thoughts. Steve, as I told earlier, was always a very gentle person. This came across in every thing he did including his love making. Sam was just the opposite. It was like chalk and cheese. What I probably missed most was the way Sam was always in control. He knew what he wanted and he always got it. I don't think I have ever refused to his demands. A couple of times when I tried to exert some sort of authority, I was quickly brought down to earth, usually with an act, something to hurt me. A pinch where it hurts most or a slap across the face, some times even in public. I learnt quickly to read his moods and flow with the wind, thus not to make a spectacle of it. Any how, where was I? I am getting carried away with reminiscing. At first I tried to shoo away these thoughts. But as time went by, when I was lying in bed next to Steve and nothing was happening between us, I started to feel that I need some one to hold me and make love to me. You may ask why did I not talk to Steve about it. I did try. But it only brought about a few hugs and huddles for a day or two and we were back to the starting block. I needed some one to take control of my life. Oh my God! Did I say that? This particular morning I was depressed. I had a bad night as I really missed the physical aspect of love making. Steve was working late and I was already in asleep when he came into bed. I woke up with this great desire for love and sex. Wow. I never thought that I will say that. Yes I missed sex. Good passionate raunchy sex with the capital S. I was not going to wake up Steve. I almost thought of doing it. Nay. It will be useless any how. He is still having problems with his erection. I tried to ignore it but it was obvious after the experience with Sam. There is no comparison. No way Sir. It made me even madder. I am not into self gratification. I always thought it as a cheap substitute. I wished I thought other way. Any how I went to sleep with the determination that I have to do some thing about it. After my morning work, I went for shopping during the luncheon break. As I was walking back to the car, I heard some one calling out "Hey Kimmy baby." I turned around. There was a man standing there with his hands full of grocery. The face looked familiar. A middle aged man bald headed bare body with well built muscular physique, wearing shorts and sandals. Not the kind of person I am usually acquainted with and also calling me by a name not many use it. Oh dear. It was Des. I have not seen him for more than 35 years! Last time I saw, he had a head full of hair. He was always into body building but looked great for some one who would be at least in his late 50s. Des was the head attendant in the department I was working as a young junior doctor. He was abrasive and extroverted. I was quite scared of him to be honest. He used to bully all the new junior doctors. I was no exception. He was a big flirt; we used to say that he flirted with any thing in a skirt. He was also openly rude. I used to get quite a bit of his tormenting. His nick name for me was 'twin peaks' for obvious reasons! I used to cringe when ever I have to come across him in the corridors when he used to openly stare at my bosom and loudly greet me 'How are both of you today!' Others thought it was funny but not me. "After all these years. Wow. You look great Kim." "Thank you....." I stuttered, not knowing how to respond. "You don't look bad either." "You did notice. I am flattered." "So, what are you up to? Still working in the department?" "Shit no. I left that long time ago. I have done lots of exciting things since then" "You seem to be still into weights it looks like it." He admiringly looked down his body. He was pleased that I made a remark about his physique. "Thank you. Hey why not let us have a cuppa, if you have the time." I was hesitating. He was quick to pick up the vibes. "I do look like a yobbo, don't I?" he laughed. "I do have a shirt at home, if you insist on." "No. that is not it....Just that I have to get back to work...." "Come on. For old times sake. Just a quick cuppa. I was also feeling a bit hungry having not eaten anything the whole day. "Okay, but it has to be more than a cuppa; I am hungry." "Great. It is my treat." We went to a nearby cafe. The waiting line was mile long. 'This is a joke' he said, "We will be here for ever." 'Hey I got an idea. I just live across the street." He pointed to the adjacent block of villas. "I am in one of them. Why not I fix you up some thing." "No. it is okay. Probably some other time." I tried to wriggle out of it. He was firm. "Yes. I insist. Won't take no for an answer." He virtually grabbed my bag of groceries from my hand and led the way towards his home. I had no option but to follow him. We walked side by side. It would have looked strange for any onlookers to see a bare bodied man and a well dressed woman in a business suite together. At first I was a bit embarrassed and tried to ignore the surroundings. Gradually I got used to it. We talked as we headed towards his house. He was telling abut his life after he left the hospital. He went into navy and was travelling around the word for quite a few years before he came back and settled down in retirement, three years ago. The naval pension was more than adequate to lead e life of gentlemanly leisure. While we were walking, I could not help but to look at his body even though I tried my best to be discrete about it. The muscles were distinct and bulging and not since the days of my anatomy lecture classes have I seen such any torso where by I could make out the individual muscles! I even started to name them from my memory. He must have noticed the grin on my face and asked me what was so amusing. I told him. "Hey if you behave yourself I may even let you feel them and identify them." I blushed. We were at his door step. It was a small but well kept unit. For a man he was quite neat and organized. He put his as well as my perishables from the shopping in the fridge. I took my coat off and kicked my shoes to a side and settled into one of the sofa chairs. "What would you like to eat?" "Any thing will do, just to take away the hunger." "I will surprise you. First let me get you some thing to drink." Without asking me what I wanted, he went into the kitchen and came back with a wine glass with what appeared to be white wine. He had a bottle of wine. "I am not much into wines" I mumbled. "It is semi sweet. I still remember that you don't like drier ones." What a memory. I sipped. It was delicious. Just to my liking. He returned with a plate of Jatz biscuits and left them on the table in front. I started to nibble. He went back to the kitchen. I could hear him talking to me while preparing his surprise. "Did you get married at any stage?" I was curious. "Yes twice. Stupid aren't I, never to learn from one mistake?' he laughed. "What happened?" I knew that I was prying into his privacy, but what the heck. "First one was when I was still in the hospital. I think I was sort of going out with Janice when you were there" I could not remember. "Married after you left the department. I remember that because I invited rhe whole department for the wedding. Lasted for two years. We were too young and immature." He came back and sat across from me. "Then I joined the navy. When I was on shore leave I met the second one. Alice. It was a love at first sight. Married and soon I left her behind on my next assignment." He related a few things about his life in the Navy. He had to leave to attend to his cooking. Soon he came back with two plates of toasted sandwich. Smelt great. "Thank you. You should, not have gone to that extent. It smells and looks great. Bet it will taste delicious too" It did. Some thing out of the cooking pages of a gourmet magazine. "It is nothing." We were both hungry and there was no talk for the new few minutes while we were diving into the thick juicy steak sandwich. 'mmmmmmm. Where did you learn t cook like this?" "In the navy" he started to hum the village people song. We both laughed. "Any how to finish the story. Alice. It is not her fault. I married her and left her on her own and went off to the sea. I came home now and then for a short time when on shore leave. The brief period of being together did not make up for the loneliness she must have felt when I was away to keep the marriage together. So, when I received the 'Dear John' letter I was not surprise." "How long on your own now?" 'The sad part was I was about to terminate my services with the navy when I heard from her that she was leaving me. What a bad timing. Back as a civilian for almost 2 years, now" "How do you keep your self occupied?" "Gym and Pub, I guess!" "That is not all true. I don't drink as much I used to." I always remember him drunk even at work. "I do a bit of social work with the local police boys club. It is great fun trying to help kids with no purpose in life. I was like them when I was young." "That is really nice. I never could think of you as some one who could do such charity things." "Did I leave such a bad impression on you?" he grinned, which made him look sort of cute. I just smiled. "Hey you got some gravy on your cheeks. Let me wipe it for you." He came and sat next to me and gently wiped my cheek with a tissue. 'Thank you." I could smell him. A Mixture of wine, sweat and his unique body odour, I guess. I was getting a bit woozy, partly because of the alcohol and partly because of the sugar kicking in. It was a nice feeling. "By the way, now is your chance to cheque out the muscles you were referring to." I coyly smiled. I could see his muscles at a closer quarter now. They looked firm and bulging, more daunting than I noticed before. I could not help but to notice the few words tattooed on his right upper arm. Small letters but I could juts read them. I read from below -- Alice, Janice and on the top of it was Kim. "Names of your girl friends and wife's?" I asked. "Yes." He was quite shy about it. "Who is this, my name sake? Where does she fit into the picture?" I was curious. "She was the first love of my life." "What happened to that love?" "She was a married person. I had no chance getting her" He was not forthcoming. "Oh. When was this and how old were you?" "You are very inquisitive aren't you?" "I am really sorry. I hope I did not bring back any bad memories. I sincerely apologise." I put an arm around him. I don't know what made me do it. He reciprocated by putting his arm around my shoulders too. His body was so broad that my arms could go around him. I felt his back muscles and they felt very firm and hard. With the other arm I felt the front of his chest. The bulging pectoral muscles were like rock. I could not help to move my palms around the chest and the upper belly. Suddenly I had this weird feeling. "Tell me about this Kim character" "Why?" he was defensive. Oh my God "Please don't tell me it is,,,,,,," He looked at me whimsically with a smile. The answer was starring at my face. "Oh Des......." He leaned forward and gently kissed me on my lips. It was light and ever so gentle. I put my arms around his and held him tightly as the kiss became more fervent. I loved the feeling of his lips on mine crushing them. The smell of the wine and the steak on his breath added to the aura. We passionately kissed each other. He was strong but was restrained. Our tongues probed each others and I loved that taste of his saliva. I can't honestly remember when I enjoyed kissing so much. Probably never in my life for all I know and remember. We surfaced now and then for a breath. "Oh Kim Honey, how long I have waited this to happen" "Des, you never let me know what you felt ...." "But how could I? You were recently married and I don't think nothing what I said would have made any difference" That was very true. I would have had no time for Des at that stage of my life. We continued to kiss. I have not been much of a lip kisser. Steve was not one either but Sam was; that was one of his grudges that I did not enjoy kissing on the mouth. For what ever reason. It was different today. Don't know what was different. Is it because I am half drunk! No it can't be just that. Has to be to do with the other person. I would have never guessed Des as some one who was capable of being gentle and passionate in such a manner. When we remerged for breathe time, he asked me, "Do you remember what I called you behind your back in those days?" "Twin peaks, of course I did." "I just love your tits in those days. They were so upright and magnificent." "You could see that through all the layers of clothes I was wearing?" I teased him. I always knew that people appreciated my boobs. Even Sam said that when we met under the new circumstances. "They still look the same for me" he was looking at them, I noticed. "mmmmm. I think you could see them for your self whether they are what you thought they were." It was the invitation he was waiting for. I was quite impressed that he did not make the first move. I always thought of him as a rude and abrupt person. That must be all in the past. A new respect for him started to emerge. He was very gentle. For some one who waited for more than 30 years to do it he was so patient. My admiration for him was growing by the minute. He started to unbutton my blouse; one button at a time. His eyes were like that of a child opening his or her Christmas present, but he was not in haste as a child would have been. I was watching his face. When the last button came off he gently moved the blouse apart, exposing my boobs covered in the lacy black bra, my favourite. "Magnificent! Just as I imagined it would be." I expected him to grab the boobs or to rip off the bra. But he was just studying my bosom with all intensity. I was getting excited in anticipation of what was going to happen next. But, nothing happened. He was just admiring the boobs. Then after what appeared to be an eternity, he gently moved me forward so that eh could reach the back of my body, and started to unhook the bra straps. He gently slipped the bra from my shoulders and removed and carefully kept on the nearby chair. Every move was purposeful and was leisurely. "Wow. The twin peaks at last" I could not help smiling. "Do you know that I waited for this moment all my life?" He was talking to himself. No reply was expected of me. He was intensely watching my boobs moving up and down with my breathing. I could see the joy and excitement in his eyes. I was in a state of euphoria. My body was aching for him to touch me, take my boobs in his hands, squeeze them, kiss them, suck them t/etc. etc. But he was not making a move at all. I waited and waited. Noting was happening. I impatiently grabbed his hand and tried to place it on my boobs. He pulled it away. "What is wrong?" I was getting into a stage of being irritated. "Sweet heart. Please be patient with me. Call me a sentimental fool. I just want to cherish the moment." I could not believe. Any other man would have taken the opportunity and would have fucked me by now. In fact that is what my body wanted. "I waited for this all my life. I like to take one step at a time." My emotion of irritation and frustration began to disappear. It was replaced with a feeling which was beyond comprehension. A strange warm sensation came over me; replacing the hunger I had few minutes ago for sexual fulfilment. I have not had this emotion for a very long time. Probably when I started going out with Steve. That was centuries ago. I can't even remember. A tender and pensive feeling. It was unreal. Wow. I really misread him, didn't I? That was not what I expected from Des of the past, I knew of. "Further more, it is time for you to go to work." I looked at the wall clock. "Oh shit" I suddenly realised that I had only another 15 minutes before I had to be back in my office. I hurriedly put my bra on and did up my blouse. I grabbed my coat and slipped into my shoes. He followed me to his door step. We stood there looking init each others eyes for a moment. I put my arms around him. "Thank you honey for the lovely meal" I kissed him gently on his lips. "Please call me later this evening." He gave me a passionate hug before I dashed across the street to the car park. He was standing watching me all the way back to my car. I waved at him and sped off. I would not have gone even 100 meters before I pulled over to a side of the road. Oh God. I did not want to leave him and go to work. My heart was telling me to turn back. Shit. No. I can't do that. He didn't want it that way. I have to respect his wishes too. May be, it is for the best. I carried on with my drive back to work. I could not wait till I get home after work so that I could ring him and talk to him. There is a lot to talk about. Who ever dreamt that my life was going to take such a new twist when I left this afternoon for a quick shopping! (To Continue) Sexual Awakening - New Chapter Ch. 02 I can't remember too much about what I did at work. I was on cloud nine and the whole afternoon was all a blur. Hope I did not make any wrong diagnosis or gave a wrong script to a patient! I could not wait to get home and ring Des. I was initially disappointed that he did not make the move and entice me to have sex with him, not that I needed much persuasion at all from what I felt at that moment. In fact, I was about to make my own moves when he stopped me. He wanted to be romantic. As I was leaving he said something to the effect that 'we should probably go on a date or two.' The idea started to make sense to me. It was exciting too. It took me back to the days being a teenager. I really did not have any such romantic relationships when I was that stage, but always fantasised about it like any other girl of my age. Strict Christian upbringing and being focused on studies at school and later in university did not give me much time for anything. I have to confess that I did have a few admirers especially at uni who tried their best to get close to me. But soon they realised that they were wasting their time. My romance with Stephen was not a whirlwind sort you read in romantic novels. We were both working together and it was a kind of marriage of convenience for both us, one could say. It may sound weird for those of you who believe in love and all that jazz. Of course there was a mutual attraction, physical as well as intellectual, and the realisation of shared common values; once that was established, the rest was just a formality. Thus, you could understand the excitement I was getting my self into. One does not have to be young to have such feelings. We oldies are also capable of romance! I was just finishing my work and my secretary Jen came in with a bag full of groceries. Oh shit. I clean forgot about the stuff I left in Des's kitchen fridge. "A man dropped this bag to be given to you. He did not say much at all." She was looking at me for an explanation. I was lost for words. My face was blushed. "Oh I left my grocery shopping.... Thanks Jen." I changed the topic quickly to office matters and did not give her opportunity to ask me any more questions. I was certain that she suspected some thing, but I was not going to make an issue of it, at least today. When I went to my car with the bag, I noticed a single rose along with the rest of my shopping and also a piece of paper with a phone number. How sweet and romantic and also how thoughtful to give me his phone number which I did not ask for before I left. When I was sure that Jen was not watching me, I took the rose and smelt the sweet fragrance. My mind instantly went back to the hour of bliss I had with Des at his place. I could not wait to reach home. Dumped the shopping in the fridge and quickly changed into more comfortable attire. I know Steve was going for some hospital meeting and won't be back for another couple of hours. I was not hungry either but was keen to get on the phone and ring him. I took the rose in my hand and slipped into my bed and rang him. I was very apprehensive to be honest. He answered on the first ring. "I knew it will be you," he said even with out waiting for me to say hello. "Oh were you waiting for a phone call from your girl friend were you. Sorry to disappoint you," I teased him. Before he could even ask me, I said, "Thank you for the lovely rose. It is beautiful." "A rose for a rose" "I never knew you were a sentimental person. The Des I knew was a different one." "How about you, you have changer too. It was not the old Kim I knew of who was purring in my arms this afternoon." He got me there. I was a prime and proper to the extent of being prude when I knew him. "I have every reason to behave that way. You were so irresistible" "I know that, and I was always like that but you never noticed it before" We kept bantering each other for sometime. It made me relax. Talking to him became very natural. We asked about each others day or what was since we met earlier. Steve never talks to me about work. I was able to talk to Des about the patients and had a bit if whinge too. He was a patient listener. "I was thinking about what you said about us going on a date" "And..." "I think it is a great idea. In fact excited about it..." "I am so happy that you feel that way. I was wondering whether I blew the whole thing." He was referring to him stopping me from placing his hands on my boobs. "I was a bit disappointed to be honest. But, I am happy that we did not go any further today. It will be really good for us to go out and enjoy each others company before we go any further." I could not believe that we were talking openly about the relationship in such a mature manner. I know mostly people if they had a passion for each other like we had, they would not have held back. I continued. "My whole body was aching for you and all you had to do was to lift a finger, I would have been yours" "Hey it was not easy for me either. I had to try my level best from stopping my little fella making a mess of himself!" "I did notice him too, but he was not that little from what I saw!" "Hey we better stop it now before we got too excited. Otherwise when Steve comes home you are going to rip his clothes off and rape him before he knew what was happening." "I don't think he is going to be that lucky, tonight or for that matter in the near future." "Why, if I may ask?" He was curious. "I am saving myself for a special person in my life" There was a silence on the other end of the line. "Oh honey. I love you." "Des darling, I love you too" I was overwhelmed with emotions that I could not stop crying. He must have sensed that. "Kim sweet heart, I had to be the luckiest person in the whole world for having a person like you to love me." "Yes you are and be grateful about it for ever!" "You bitch. I will show you one day how grateful I am" We went on talking for a long time. I did not realise the time until I heard the garage door opening. "Oh shit. Steve is here. I better go honey. Love you heaps darling" "I love you honey" We hung up ********* Over the next couple of days we talked to each other when ever we had the opportunity. I used to sneak into my home office when Steve has gone to sleep and ring Des on the fax phone. We sat up late in the night talking to each other. I felt that I came to know him better during that time. We did meet up for a cuppa too during the lunch break, but it was always in public at a cafe. Just a quick kiss was all the physical contact we had during that time. Our first date was two days later. I was registered to go for a medical meeting and I told Steve that I will be going straight from work; usually I come home from such meetings around 1030pm. The plan was for Des to come to my rooms and leave his car there. I asked my secretary to go home earlier as I was going to do some paper work. She was happy for me to lock up the place after myself. I took a change of clothes. As soon as she left I changed into more causal clothes. A floral skirt and a plain white top. It was nothing fancy but I wanted to look incognito so that no one would recognise me. Changed my high heals into a sandal. We also chose to go to a nearby town about 30 minutes away, the chances of any one knowing there was quite remote. I was quite excited the whole day. Jen kept asking what was making me to be in such a happy mood. I was half a mind to confide in her as she has been more than an employee. But, not yet. I closed the rooms, got into the car and waited. Des was on time. He slipped into the passenger seat when no one was watching. I started driving straightaway to get away from familiar surroundings. "Hi Honey, not even a quick hello?" "Give me a sec. we will get out of the area first" I smiled at him. I could not help but noticing that he was dressed quite smartly. A beige trousers, half sleeve checked shirt and joggers. Smelt nice too. "Mmmm some one smell very nice today" "What one has to do to please certain people; even had a shower today, for a change" "Oh yuck. Thank God you did" I made faces at him. We both laughed. When we got out of the traffic and were out of the known area, I turned to him and said, "You may kiss me now." "I can wait" he put his hand on my lap and gently squeezed it. It felt great. I put my hand in top of him and gave his hand a squeeze. When we arrived at the shopping mall where we were going, I parked the car at a spot where there was no other cars close by. It was getting dark by then. I undid my seat belt and so did he. We turned towards each other and gave a tight hug followed by a passionate long kiss. I felt like a teenage girl on her first date. "Oh honey. It is so wonderful" We clung to each other and our lips were glued together. He tasted so nice. It is hard to compare men how they taste while kissing. I guess one could definitely say when you don't like some one's taste for certain. Others are sort of neutral I guess. But, Des was definitely delicious. Probably it was the taste of the mint he has been chewing. After some time, what appeared to be eternity, we got off from the car. We held each others arms and walked into the shopping mall. It was Thursday night and there were myriad of people strolling around. I was very excited. I kept looking into his eyes and smiling. At one stage he had his arm around me while holding my hand with the other. I did notice some passers by looking at us, not in any funny way, but sort of happy to see an affectionate couple. I could not believe what I was doing. Here I was, in an open mall, with some one, whose existence I was unaware of, at least for many years, until twp days ago, in a very affable and compromising situation. Is this what you call love? We stopped now and then to kiss each other. For any onlooker it would have been very obvious that we were madly in love with each other. We wondered around aimlessly, hand in hand or our arms around each others waist. We went to an ice cream parlour and brought double serve chocolate truffle. It tasted delicious, more so because of the atmosphere. We sat at a bench. Enjoying the ice cream and watching the passers-by. Des asked me whether I was hungry. I was having too much fun to think about food at that moment. I was also conscious of the time restraints and wanted to make the best use of the time we had before I have to be home. Des suggested going for a movie. There was a multi theatre complex in the mall. I was excited about the idea. We didn't care what movie was on, but just wanted to be closer to each other for what ever time we could spare probably in a dark place! We quickly got the tickets and went into the theatre. The movie has already started few minutes ago. There was hardly any crowd and we got into a coupe of seats in the back row with no one sitting around us. Des had his hand around my shoulders and I leaned my head on his shoulder and snuggled as close as possible to him. We were able to fold the elbow rest between the seats and thus got as close as possible to each other. It felt so romantic. Before too long, he started to kiss me. After a long and passionate kiss on my lip, his lips moved to the back of my neck. It felt so wonderful to feel his hot breath on my nape. His tongue was licking the skin and it made me ticklish. "Mmmm you taste so delicious" "There are parts of me which taste even better" I teased him. "I won't be too long before I get there. Don't you worry" We both laughed quietly. We were whispering to each other trying to avoid attracting any attention from others. I cast my eyes around to see whether any one was watching us, but fortunately every one seem to be engrossed in the movie. His lips moved to my ears and he started to nibble the ear lobes, gently. His tongue probed the opening to the ear. "Oh Des. I am so ticklish there" "I noticed that you are quite ticklish. I should remember that for future reference when I want to torment you" His left hand which was around my shoulder moved down and gently took hold my by left boob. At last! My body shivered in anticipation. He gave a gentle squeeze as he planted a kiss on my cheek. I moved even closer to him. His hand gently kept squeezing my breast. My body started to tingle. I could feel the nipple getting aroused. I slid my left hand under his shirt and started to gently feel his chest. They were firm and hard and felt like a rock. I gently rubbed the bulging muscles. My fingers reached his nipples. They were like hard little studs. I gently took them one at a time and gave a gentle squeeze. He wriggled a bit. I could see his face and he had a perpetual smile. I removed the hand for a minute and tried to undo the buttons of my blouse. He helped me with it. I gently pulled the blouse apart. Now he had both his hands on both of the breasts on top of the bra, tenderly squeezing them again. There was a bit more firm pressure this time. It did not hurt at all; on the contrary gave a pleasant feeling. He felt the nipples through the laced bra and held them firmly. It felt great. I was enthralled by the pleasurable sensation which overwhelmed me. I moved my body forward. That was the hint for him to unhook the bra. He was quite skilful in undoing it in no time. I looked around again. No one was paying any attention to us. I slid down the seat to hide as much as I could behind the seat in front. He helped me to take blouse off first and then the bra off my shoulders, and I quickly put the blouse back again but left it open. Now he had access to my naked breasts. He kissed me on my lips and whispered, "I love you honey" and started to gently feel both my bare boobs. I was on seventh heaven. I have never felt such an excitement ever in my life when my boobs were fondled. It was different in an inexplicable way. "Oh honey it feels soooo good" I whispered back. "They are so firm and rubbery" he remarked. I was not going to tell him about the plastic procedure I underwent. "Feels better than of some one half your age" "I am not that old!" I teasingly remarked. Sam made me have silicon injected into my breasts against my wishes when he was part of my life. I hated him for it as it was so painful for days after the procedure. But, I was glad now that I got it done as it was being appreciated by Des. I was almost sitting on his lap to give him great access to what he was doing. He held my nipples and gently pinched them. I felt a slight twinge but it was quite pleasurable. I could not help but recalling a few incidents of unpleasant experience I had with Sam, even though I tried my best to shut my mind off from recollecting those depressing episodes. The one which came to my mind happened in the early stages. Sam was trying to establish his place of importance in our life. Steve, Sam and I were at a restaurant. Please stop me if I have already told the story before. I was sitting next to Sam and Steve was sitting opposite to us. Half way through the meal, Sam asked me to go to ladies and take off my bra and panties off and come back. It was more of ordering me and not giving me any option of refusing him. I looked at Steve. What could he do any how, at that stage? We have sort of given Sam a free hand to do what ever he wanted. Any how, tearfully I went to the loo and came back doing as he told. I put the lingerie in my hand bag. When I cam back and sat down next to him, he put his hands under my blouse to make sure I have obeyed him or not and did the same by feeling under my skirt too. I was very embarrassed as people were sitting all around us. Fortunately no one seems to have noticed it or even if they did, probably pretended to ignore it. While we were having our dinner, now and then, he would slide his hand under my blouse and gave a big squeeze to my boobs; it was painful to say the least and he also pinched my nipples. I had to pretend that it did not hurt even though I felt like crying out. I could not wait for the dinner to finish. There were others which were more humiliating and very distressing to relate now. I don't want to spoil my mood. I may tell you at a later stage, if I feel like it. What was taking place between Des and me at this moment was entirely different. This was a warm and consensual act of love. Des was enjoying what he was doing and he knew I loved every minute of it too. I was getting a bit worried about the time factor too. I checked my watch, turned and kissed him on his lips and whispered, "We have to leave in another 15 minutes, honey." "No worries" He gently disengaged his hand from my bosom. I could feel a great reluctance. But I did not expect what was going to happen next. He bent down and kissed my right breast. "Oh Des......!" The kiss lingered for what appeared to be eternity before he took the nipple in his mouth. He started to gently suck on it. It was heavenly. It was a focused but unhurried action. I could feel the nipple swelling up to the feel of his tongue and he sucked like a hungry baby. I lifted my breast with one hand to give him greater access while with the other hand I pulled him towards me. I could feel a tingling feeling starting from my nipple spreading all over my body followed by the tight feeling I get when I am about to have an orgasm. That is bad news. I am, unfortunately what you call a 'howler'. A cinema theatre is not the best place for that to happen! "Honey, I think we best get back to the car." He momentarily took his mouth away form the nipple, hesitantly. "I was just warming up sweet heart" "Me too. Let us do it in the car. I tell you why later" He did not argue. I quickly buttoned my blouse. Shoved the bra in my hand bag. There was no time for me to put it back. I have to take it off in minute any way and we got out of the cinema. At no time we reached the car park and climbed into the back seat of the car. "This is more comfortable" I stretched my self across the seat with my back leaning against the side of the car with a pillow against my back. He knelt on the floor and virtually ripped my blouse off and started to suck my boobs. I was a bit surprised by his fervour. The gentleness seems to have gone and he was more possessed by what he was doing. I did not mind. In fact, it was sort of enjoyable. Brought back a few memories of Sam. But this is a different scenario. What ever Sam did was for purely to hurt me and humiliate me. I felt that in every thing Des did there was love and passion. He went from one breast to the other. Kissing, sucking and kneading. I was not going to hold back my emotions. The car was parked in an isolated area and I did not worry about any one hearing me. As the orgasm started to ascend, I started to moan and groan. My body was undulating, pushing my bosom into his face. I cried and wept with extreme joy and pleasure. I did notice a little bit of pain, but it was completely overshadowed by other feelings. Was he bitting me too on my boobs? I could not say for sure, but I did not care. I had one of the best orgasms in my life. I know it may sound weird if some one says that they get the 'best' orgasm by just getting their boobs sucked. But trust me, I am a doctor! I know that all women are not the same; I know for sure as I am one of them. Des was quite exited by the impact his sucking had on me. When he disengaged from my boobs, I told him the reason why I was in a hurry to leave the theatre. He thought it was funny as he was wondering whether I did not like what he was doing in the cinema. It made him happy that I really enjoyed it and vocalised my pleasure. I had to remind him that we have to leave for home. I did not want to be later than usual and have to give some lame excuse to Steve.