0 comments/ 40882 views/ 2 favorites Adventures of R.M. Roxinger Ch. 01 By: R M Roxinger 1. First Night of Adulthood Turning 18 was a greater joy for me than anything I'd ever experienced before. Even graduating from high school just 3 nights before was nothing compared to this. The day I had anxiously awaited for years was now here. I was legally an adult. I could vote, enter sweepstakes, buy lottery tickets, or do almost anything else. For drinking alcoholic beverages, & probably also for reading Playboy & Penthouse, I'd have to wait 3 more years, but neither of those appealed to me much anyway. They still don't. I prefer soda pop over beer & wine, & naked women look better in person than in pictures. The other aforementioned powers were appealing, but even more than for those, I longed to have sex with a girl with whom I'd gone steady throughout high school. She had turned 18 three months before, & we'd spent those 3 months scheming to make my birth-night really a special one. Though it didn't occur to me then, being born on June 9 seemed to destine me to have my first sexual intercourse on my first night of being 18. I've heard of "69" as a synonym for simultaneous oral sex, & the month-day notation 6-9 spelled it out. (Another interesting coincidence, I might add, is that 1969 was the year of Woodstock, a party that teemed with music, drugs &–you guessed it–sex; I just happen to enjoy music from that era.) At any rate, my girlfriend Heidi rang my doorbell at 7:00 that evening. Once I answered we embraced tightly & she drove me to my favorite Mexican restaurant. Even as we sat in the car, I couldn't help but notice the hem of her skirt hiking halfway up her cream-white thighs. Already I felt my heart beating fast & a hardness in my pants in anticipation of what was to come. We arrived at the restaurant & were led to a small table with 2 chairs on opposite sides. Once we made up our minds about what to order, we gazed lovingly at each other. Her hair was brown (like mine) & cascaded halfway down her chest. She had little makeup on other than the green that decorated her eyelids. She was no supermodel, but still gorgeous. Finally a waiter arrived. Heidi ordered a chimichanga, I an enchilada. For drinks, it would be Pepsi for her, Mountain Dew for me. Once we finished eating & walked to the counter to pay, she whispered to me, "I'm paying every cent, since you're the birthday boy." In gratitude I smiled & squeezed her hand. She did as she promised, retrieved her change & led me out the door. We drove to her house, & when we arrived we had the place to ourselves. She was the youngest in her family, as was I in mine, & her folks were out on a date of their own. We went upstairs to her bedroom, locked the door behind us, & took our clothing off piece by piece. Once we were naked, we stood next to the bed with my arms around her waist & hers around my shoulders. Wow, did her skin feel soft! We gradually tightened our embrace until I could feel her breasts swelling against my chest & my penis swelling against her thigh. I gave her a pattern of kisses like a baseball diamond: first on her right cheek, second on her forehead, third on her left cheek, home plate at her lips. Now that our lips met, we kissed deeply while we caressed each other's backs. After maybe 5 minutes of this, I lowered my mouth, planting a slow trail of kisses from her chin to her neck, her shoulder blades, the tops of her breasts. As I neared the center of one breast, she encouraged me to suckle. So I took the nipple–in fact, a 2-inch circle of the breast surrounding it–into my mouth & sucked, being careful not to bite too hard. After many minutes I sucked on the other breast. Though she had no milk to offer me, we seemed to know why the word "baby" applies not just to a newborn child, but extends to a person one's own age with whom one is sexually intimate. Once I was done with both of her breasts, we hopped into bed, me astride her. As I prepared to enter her, I softly said, "This may hurt a bit; just relax & everything will be all right" (it was her first time also). She did whimper softly, but I managed to get in; it helped a lot that she was wet between her legs from wanting me as badly as I did her. I took my thrusts slowly at first, but over the next half hour or so I gradually accelerated until I reached top speed. We both moaned, heaved & sighed in ecstasy as we neared orgasm. We came simultaneously, then I slowly exited her. We spent about 10 more minutes lying on our sides & in each other's arms. We got out of bed & put our clothes back on. As she took me home, neither of us said a word, but I reclined my seat a little & thought about the wonderful passion we'd just shared. Next thing I knew, we were in my driveway, & she purred, "Happy birthday, R.M." "Thanks for the date, Heidi, & the passion," I replied, & we caught one last kiss & embrace. I got out of the car, opened my front door, & turned around to watch her drive off until I could no longer see her. When the summer was over we went to different colleges & I never saw Heidi again. But thanks to her, my first night of adulthood was more special than any night before or since. Adventures of R.M. Roxinger Ch. 02 2. College Intuition My freshman year at the University of Pennsylvania was going fairly smoothly. I was getting decent grades, for I'd been doing my homework, which kept me busy enough to distract me from feeling bad about never seeing Heidi again. But every now & then, while taking a break from studying, I would wonder what became of her, if she found someone new at her college, if he treated her nice & knew how to satisfy her, if she might even be engaged to him by now. Such is love; instead of lasting forever, it comes & goes. I promised myself that from then on I would not delude myself with hopes of marrying any woman. One afternoon I was in the student lounge studying for a history test. In the corner of one eye I could see a girl approaching my table. I said, "You may sit with me if you want; I don't mind a bit." So she took a chair sideways from mine & set her study materials on the table. She had hair as dark as the night sky & skin somewhat darker than mine. She wore blue jeans & a black short-sleeved shirt with a scoop neck. We both did our best to concentrate on our studying, but we couldn't help but look at each other constantly. Finally she said, "My name's Li Chang. What's yours?" "R.M. Roxinger. Nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you also. What are you studying?" "History, & you?" "Physics. My test is tomorrow." "Oh...then should I leave you to study in peace?" "No, that's quite all right. In fact, there's something about you that leaves me...uh, what's the word?...smitten." How flattering; in fact, her Chinese accent was starting to leave me smitten also. We resumed studying, again trying to concentrate, but something inside both of us was telling us that we needed to copulate, & do it that night. Finally, it was getting dark outside, so I said, "Li, would you mind if we finish our studying in my dorm room?" "I see nothing wrong with that." With that, we both arose, gathered our study materials, & walked to the complex where I resided. We took the elevator to the 3rd floor, where my room was. Luckily, my roommate was out somewhere for the evening. Once Li & I entered my room, we closed & locked the door behind us. Windows, curtains, everything was closed. We lay our backpacks on the floor. Studying was the last thing on either of our minds now. We needed sexual release, & we needed it now. So we undressed as fast as we could; I took a few seconds longer than she did because I was wearing a button-down shirt & tennis shoes. At any rate, once we were naked, we hopped into bed with me on my back & her sitting on my thighs. Already moisture was trickling down her own thighs, so getting into her was a cinch. She ground her hips toward me, away from me, toward me, away from me, back & forth to facilitate my thrusts. It took perhaps 10 minutes for my semen to start splashing into her cervix. I stayed inside her for an additional minute, during which she had her own orgasm. Then I slowly withdrew. "Want more passion? Up here, perhaps?" I asked, touching her breasts. She gave me an affirmative wink & smile. So we changed positions: her on the mattress, me lying on top of her with my head between her breasts. I sucked on one for a few minutes, then the other for a few more, then the first one again...back & forth. She sighed with delight as I suckled her. Then I sat up, stretched & looked at the alarm clock atop the small table next to the bed; it was 9:03 PM. Suddenly, an alarm went off in my mind. My roommate might come back any minute, & Li had a physics test to study for! So I said so aloud. We arose & got back into our clothes almost as quickly as we'd gotten out of them. As she retrieved her backpack, she said, "You are a great lover, R.M. I knew by intuition that you would be." "Oh, Li," I giggled as my arms encircled her shoulder blades. "Thanks for the passion in any case." "You're welcome, R.M." She opened the door & blew me a kiss on her way out. Though I never saw her again, I wonder how she did on that physics test. As for my history test, I passed it. Adventures of R.M. Roxinger Ch. 03 3. Senor-itis My encounter with Heidi was the peak of a relationship that had built over several years, whereas Li had come into & gone out of my life all in one day. But with the next gal I'd meet, things would happen at a pace somewhere in between. It was the first day of classes for the fall semester of my senior year at U of PA. When it came time for my literature class to start, I found an empty chair at one corner of the table farthest back, then unloaded my notebook & textbook from my backpack. Within half a minute, a woman entered the room & took the seat next to mine. She looked to be about 30, with dark hair, eyes & skin. After I introduced myself to her, she said, "Nice to meet you, R.M. I'm Elena." But time ran out for chitchat as the professor began to speak. So we took our attention off each other until class was out for the day. Before long, Elena & I formed a study group with a few other classmates. As weeks turned into months, mutual attraction built between me & her. Then one evening in early December, I saw her in the student lounge & asked her, "Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" She thought for a minute, then said, "I would, & it just so happens I'm not terribly busy. So let's do." "Good. Now, where to go...I like Mexican food; how does that sound?" "That's my favorite food also. In fact, being Hispanic myself, I know how to cook tamales. So how about I take you home & cook some?" "That would be wonderful," I said with a sigh of delight. So we donned our coats, grabbed our backpacks, & drove away from the campus. Roads were snowy & icy all the way to her apartment building in south Philly, so Elena made sure to drive carefully. When we arrived at her apartment & closed the door behind us, we set our backpacks & coats against the door. As she went into the kitchen & started cooking the tamales, she permitted me to turn on her stereo & play whatever music interested me, as long as I kept the volume down. I did find something of interest–one of Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell's duet albums. So I put it on the record player & played it, starting with that old radio classic "Ain't No Mountain High Enough." As I listened I lay flat on the floor with my ear to one speaker. A few songs later, on came another hit, "Your Precious Love." Elena walked toward me, knelt, lightly touched my shoulder & said, "I just put the tamales in the oven. While we wait for them to bake, shall we dance?" I accepted, then took the needle off the record & brought it back to the beginning of the song. I wrapped my arms around Elena's waist, her arms encircled my shoulder blades, & we rocked each other gently as we heard Marvin begin to sing, "Every day, there's something new..." We looked into each other's eyes & smiled at each other. When the song finished, we stopped dancing but tightened our embrace. Within seconds, an erection grew inside my pants & started to press against her thigh; her breasts swelled & began crushing my chest; & we grew oblivious to the remaining songs on the record. Then came the buzzer signaling that the tamales were finished baking. Abruptly we let go of each other & she rushed to the kitchen to turn the oven off & take the tamales out. The record had finished playing, so I turned the stereo off & took a seat at the table while I waited for Elena to serve dinner. Soon she brought 2 plates, each containing a tamale & a whole-wheat roll. Then she brought a glass of water for each of us. As we ate, I told Elena, "Only 3 more weeks & this semester will be over. Then one more semester & I'll graduate. I'm really looking forward to that." "I graduate this coming spring also," she said, "& I can hardly wait either. Especially since I started so late!" She then told me that she grew up in a middle-class family, but for 5 years after graduating from high school she had to work day & night (& stay at home with her parents) to save enough money to pay for college. She received a full-tuition scholarship for her freshman year, but over the other 3 years she would deplete her savings. She still worked on days when she didn't have classes so she could pay the rent for the apartment we were now sitting in. When we finished our dinner & she her story, I said, "After all that work & all that studying, you must be getting senioritis." "Not only that, I find you attractive & witty. In fact, I want you!" "Then make that senor-itis," I said, half-joking. "Ole!" With that, we arose from our chairs, walked hand in hand to her bedroom, & locked the door behind us. We took off our shoes, socks, shirts, jeans & underwear, then we embraced tightly again. It felt even better naked than clothed. Then we let up a little & joined mouths in a deep, passionate kiss. After a few minutes of this I started a trail of kisses from her chin to the tops of her breasts. Then, while sucking on one breast I would squeeze & rub the other; every few minutes I would switch back & forth. While I did this she ran the fingers of both her hands through my hair. When I was through with her breasts I planted yet another trail of kisses–down her lower chest to her vagina, which by now was dripping shiny liquid down her legs. I licked some off each of her thighs, & it tasted sweet. So I captured some more by putting my tongue inside her vagina. As I did so she let out moans that told me she enjoyed it. After maybe 5 minutes of this, I stood up & she knelt to perform oral sex on me. Some love drops had formed on the tip of my penis, so she licked them off, then took most of the shaft into her mouth & ran her tongue up & down the underside. After this lasted a few minutes, I pulled out of her & we climbed into bed, me astride her. I inserted my penis between her breasts, holding them together as I pumped up & down her cleavage. Before long, more than 6 strings of semen squirted onto those lovely globes & I spread it all over them. For a minute I stared, noticing how shiny her breasts were. Then I went on another spree of kissing, licking & sucking them. That 2nd spree lasted about 15 minutes, enough time for me to regain my erection. By then she was pleading, "Come on, R.M., enter me!" So I did, & thrust in & out of her at my usual pace (slow at first, then gradually accelerating to top speed). Finally, as I reached my second orgasm, she reached her first. As our juices mingled, I exited her & lay on top of her with my head between her breasts. We were spent now; soon we were both sound asleep. The next thing we knew, her alarm clock screeched. It was too bad Elena had to get up immediately & shower so she could get to work, but at least it felt wonderful to wake up in her arms. As the water ran behind her locked bathroom door, I got back into my clothes, walked to the stereo & played the other side of the record I'd played the previous evening. After a few songs played, Elena emerged wearing a bathrobe & a towel over her head. She fixed us a quick breakfast (toast, raspberry jam & orange juice), then walked back into her room to get dressed for work. Once she was dressed, we retrieved our coats & my backpack from against the apartment door, which she locked behind us as we went out. We walked to her car & she drove me to my dorm. Once we got there & I got out of the car, I thanked her for the wonderful night we'd shared. I watched Elena drive away until her car disappeared from sight. I last talked to her 3 weeks later, the day we took the final exam for our literature class, 3 days before Christmas. One semester later, from the audience at our graduation ceremony, we watched each other get our degrees. I received my bachelor's degree in Computer Science; she received hers in Social Work. Adventures of R.M. Roxinger Ch. 04 4. A Web of Passion Shortly after graduating from college I found a job designing a website for a music store, the job I hold today. I now had an income adequate for me to live on my own, so I bought a house in Camden, NJ, across the Delaware River from Philly. This house is not big or expensive like many I've seen, but has just enough bedrooms for a family of 4, should I ever have one someday. Adjacent to my bedroom is my office, the room where my computer is. By day (9 to 5, Monday to Friday) I work on the music store's website & communicate with the owners & managers via e-mail & instant messages. They don't pressure me much; they let me work at my own pace as long as I get the job done at all. But by night (6 to midnight on weeknights, sometimes later on weekends) I use that same computer for personal surfing. I usually surf sites related to music or to erotic fiction, but sometimes I also visit chatrooms under the alias "RoxMan94." Most other chatters I encounter only once, but every once in a while my small talk will lead to regular correspondence with a female chatter. One particular instance of this occurred the winter after I got my job. The gal used the alias "kate-ering." I remember that she typed in all lower-case, & we typed a conversation similar to the following: RoxMan94: Hello, all. 23/m/NJ here kate-ering: nice to meet you rox 24/f/ky here RoxMan94: Wow, so you're a southern belle :-) kate-ering: i sure am :-) RoxMan94: I have brown hair & eyes. How about you? kate-ering: red hair, green eyes kate-ering: what kind of work do you do rox? RoxMan94: Web design. & you, Kate? kate-ering: i run a catering business RoxMan94: OK...hence your alias kate-ering: yep Every first conversation between a gal & me approximates the above pattern. Anyway, Kate & I continued our conversation via private messages so that other chatters wouldn't see. We exchanged e-mail addresses; every night after that we sent e-mail to each other–& still chatted also. For the first month or so we didn't type anything sexual. Then one night she confided to me in the chatroom: kate-ering: i get lonely every once in a while it's been a long time since i last had even so much as a pair of male arms wrapped around my waist RoxMan94: I know what you mean. I get few chances to be in a gal's arms either. Now that you bring this subject up, I wish you & I could be in each other's arms. kate-ering: i think we can arrange that Arrange it we did. The next morning I asked my boss if in 2 weeks I could have a day off. I got an affirmative reply, so once I was done with work for the evening I surfed Travelocity & bought a round-trip airplane ticket from Philly to Louisville. Over the next 2 weeks Kate & I did type explicit messages, telling about all the sexual acts we were eager to do to each other. We even exchanged pictures (clothed) so we'd be able to recognize each other at the airport. On my departure date I got up much earlier than usual so I could reach the Philly airport in time to catch my 6 AM plane. Although the roads were slippery, no new snow was falling, so that helped ensure my plane would leave on time. The flight would take a little over 2 hours. As the plane neared Louisville, a broadcast over the intercom reported calm weather, so the plane would have little trouble landing. Sure enough, as I emerged from my plane into the airport building, there was Kate, that same redhead with the hourglass figure I had seen in the pic. Her green eyes sparkled with joy as she rushed toward me with open arms. We embraced as tightly as we could, then walked to the baggage carousel so I could retrieve my suitcase. Once I did that, she led me out of the building, through the parking lot, to her car. I put my suitcase in the trunk, then hopped into the passenger seat. Once she got in, she drove us to the hotel where she had stayed the previous night, where we would stay together for much of the day. The hotel wasn't far from the airport, so I stared at Kate as she drove. She wore a black dress, the upper portion of which was covered by a green parka because it was midwinter, but the hem stopped midway along the whitest thighs I had ever seen. I wondered in my head if they were naturally that white, or if the chill had made them so. Her face was that white also; apparently she never was much of an outdoor girl. Her wavy red hair flowed just below her shoulder blades. She wore no makeup but looked gorgeous just the same. We did not say a word to each other during the drive. We arrived at the hotel, a Holiday Inn. I retrieved my suitcase from the trunk & carried it in my right hand. In her own right hand Kate held my left as we entered the lobby & walked to the elevator. She pushed the button for the 10th floor, where our room was. Once we reached our floor we walked hand in hand once again, till we reached the room. Kate slid in her keycard & opened the door. Once we were in the room I lay my suitcase at the floor. As we took our winter coats off I got to see more of that dress Kate was wearing. The sleeves stopped just below her shoulders, revealing creamy arms. The scoop neck was just low enough not to reveal any cleavage, but I could still see the outline of her breasts, which looked to be at least a size D. After I gazed at her for a minute or so, we kissed, then she asked me, "Would you like to go downstairs for some breakfast?" "Why, that would be wonderful." I'd had a little breakfast on the plane, but I did need more to maintain my strength. So we went back down the elevator & into the continental breakfast room. This was a buffet breakfast that was included in the price of the room. We each took some plastic utensils, a plate, a napkin, a croissant, & some fruit. I poured myself a cup of orange juice; she had apple juice. We found a small table, sat across from each other, & talked. Kate lived in Clay, a small town in western Kentucky. She had left home the previous evening because Louisville was several hours' drive from there. She'd had her catering business for only a year, but it was thriving. Clay was a small enough town that hers was the only catering business there. Everyone knew everyone within a 4-mile radius, which had some benefits & some drawbacks. Soon we finished our breakfast, found a trash can to throw our trash in, & walked hand in hand back to our room. Now we were both horny, so once we shut our door behind us, we embraced & kissed. As I slowly lifted her dress, Kate undid my shirt one button at a time. She had to lift her arms for a few seconds so I could get the dress all the way off her, but as I gazed at her black lace bra & panties, she finished getting my shirt off me. As she unzipped my jeans I ran a finger up & down her sharp cleavage; her nipples began to harden & poke through the bra. Once she slid my jeans to my ankles, we doffed our own shoes, then I got my socks off & my jeans the rest of the way off. As she pulled the covers halfway out from one of the 2 beds, I doffed my briefs, freeing my fully erect penis from a confining position. As she stood to one side of the bed, I took her panties by the waistband & slowly slid them down, kneeling to her feet in the process. When I stood back up I reached around her to unclasp her bra. I touched her shoulders & slowly slid the straps off them. There stood Kate, unclothed, with skin as white as skin comes. Her nipples, areolae, clitoris & labia were all light pink. Already both our genital areas were glistening with pre-orgasmic liquid. We got into bed with me lying on top of her, my head between her breasts. I gently sucked on her left one for probably 15 minutes, then spent a similar amount of time on her right one. The suckling seemed to intensify her arousal, for now she begged me to enter her. So I did; the whole length of my shaft slid into her easily, deeply enough that I touched her cervix, which I didn't want to ram so hard as to cause more pain than pleasure. Besides, it was still morning; we had a whole day to live for. So I kept my thrusts at a slow but steady pace; after about half an hour we reached orgasm in unison. I stayed inside her until my erection went away. We were both exhausted now, so I nestled between her breasts once again, & we both caught up on the sleep we'd lost from getting up early. When we woke up, the clock next to our bed read 1 PM. It felt like paradise to wake up in the arms of a snow-white southern belle. We walked into the bathroom together & took a shower. Our arousal returned as we washed each other with soap & each other's hair with shampoo. Our whole bodies glistened & felt soft & slippery as soap & water lubricated them. Kate stood behind me, shampooed my hair, then washed my whole backside with soap. She turned me around & washed my arms, chest, & legs. Her hand, still lathered with soap, encircled my erect penis, rubbing up & down for a minute. She handed me the soap bar & the shampoo bottle, signaling it was my turn to wash her. I shampooed every strand of her wavy, fiery hair. I washed her arms, shoulders, breasts, stomach, & legs. As I turned her around & washed the back side of her, I couldn't resist reaching around to cup her breasts & gently pinch her nipples. I finished washing her legs, then penetrated her from behind. I didn't enter as deeply as I had when we were in bed, so I could thrust at a somewhat faster pace without hurting her cervix. This time we took 15 minutes to orgasm. After I exited her we soaped each other's genital areas. Once we were fully rinsed, we turned the shower off & dried ourselves. As we emerged from the bathroom we obtained fresh underclothes from our suitcases. As for outer garments, we put on the same ones we had worn that morning. Once we were fully dressed, Kate took me to a restaurant that served southern cuisine, including fried chicken, grits & black-eyed peas. I'd never eaten such food before, so having it now was quite a treat for me. Our meals were filling, so they would serve as both late lunch & early dinner. My plane back to Philly was due at 6 that evening, so after our big meal we went back to the hotel, gathered our luggage, & checked out. We put our suitcases into the trunk of her car, then she drove me to the airport. As we drove I said to Kate, "I'm so glad I could spend a day with you. From our first night chatting, to a meal of southern food, we wove a wonderful web of passion together–& I do mean Web, as in the World Wide Web. Thank you for taking the time to drive all the way here from Clay." "My pleasure," Kate purred, "I'm glad I could see you also." Before I knew it, we were at the airport. We got out of the car. I took my suitcase out of the trunk. We walked hand in hand into the building & toward the gate from which I would depart. We stood side by side until it was time for me to board. We embraced tightly one last time, each of us hoping the other would get home safely. I followed the other passengers & got on the plane. The night was still young when I drove home from the Philly airport; the clock in my car read 8:35 PM when I left the parking lot. When I got home I was still overwhelmed with joy at having met Kate in person; to paraphrase a 60s song, my empty cup retained the sweetness of the punch. Kate & I still chat & exchange e-mails. We hope to see each other again someday, as soon as we both can save enough money for another trip. Maybe next time she'll fly to Philly, who knows? I'll just have to wait & see. Adventures of R.M. Roxinger Ch. 05 Chapter 5. A Weekend of Vanilla, Chocolate, Milk & Honey Another noteworthy gal I met while chatting used the nickname "RavenBeauty." At first sight of the alias, I surmised she was black...or at least her hair was. I met her online just 3 nights after my day in Louisville, but in a different chatroom than the one where I'd met Kate. RavenBeauty was 29 years old. When I told her about my job, she was intrigued & told me that she too worked from home. After a few nights of chatting, we began exchanging first private messages, then e-mail addresses. When we started e-mailing each other, I told her my real name; she said hers was Myra. What I especially found intriguing was that she lived in Philly--right across the river from me! Still, we took a month to get acquainted before arranging to meet in person. The only difference was that there'd be no airplane tickets, hotel rooms, or 4-hour drives this time. I gave her directions to my house. It was mid-March. Most of the snow & ice had melted, but temperatures were still somewhat cold. It was Friday, 6:30 PM. I was expecting Myra any minute. Soon the doorbell rang. When I answered it, sure enough, there stood a tall woman with a chocolate face & raven hair styled in thin braids. "Myra?" I asked. "Yes." "Come on in." So she did. She took off her gray trench coat & I opened the closet & found a hanger for it. She took a seat at the dining table while I contemplated what to fix for dinner. I asked her if nachos would be OK; she said yes. So I took 2 plates out of the cupboard & lay the ingredients on each plate one by one: refried beans, chips, ground beef, cheese, olives, onions. As I heated the first plate in the microwave for 3 minutes, I walked toward Myra, stood behind her, & rubbed her shoulders. She let out a heavenly sigh, which told me she liked that treatment, even needed it. Soon the first plate was finished heating, so I exchanged it for the other one, which I zapped for the same amount of time. I resumed massaging Myra's shoulders until the microwave beeped again. I topped both plates of nachos with sour cream & salsa. After bringing them to the table, I filled 2 glasses with water & brought those to the table also. Myra & I sat across the table from each other. She was wearing a plain white T-shirt that did little to hide her ample breasts. In fact, as we ate our dinner, 2 wet spots began to form on her shirt. By the time we finished eating, the spots had grown bigger, arousing my curiosity. So as I cleared the table I asked her why her shirt was getting so wet. She told me that from the time she hit puberty, she played with her breasts during many a moment alone in her bedroom. Now that she was a single, independent adult & worked from home, she had a lot more privacy so she could play with them more frequently, though just enough not to distract her from her job for too long at a time. She always knew the time would come when she'd have the chance to feed a lover from her breasts. I then told her that I had always wanted to drink from a sex partner myself. She had never been pregnant, but now here she was, leaking into her shirt; we both started getting horny & could feel a dream about to come true. So I took her by the hand into my bedroom & we quickly took off all our clothes. This time I was standing face to face with a gal whose skin was as dark as skin comes. She climbed into bed first, lying on her back; I climbed on top of her & began to suckle her right breast. Soon a fountain of milk began flowing into my mouth. This stuff tasted sweeter than any dessert I had eaten before. It took me about 15 minutes to empty her right breast; I then moved on to the left one & suckled it for a similar duration. Then I proceeded to kiss every inch of the rest of her. As I kissed her face I took her braids one by one, lightly & slowly stroking our foreheads & the sides of our faces with them. After what seemed like an hour, my kisses approached her thighs & the area in between, which by then were glistening. So I licked off all the honey that had leaked out, then inserted my tongue into her vagina, moving up & down until she climaxed. She expelled so much honey that some of it spilled all over my face, but once I swallowed what had landed in my mouth, I wiped the rest off my face, then licked most of it off my hand. The residue I rubbed onto my penis for some lubricant in addition to my own drops that already decorated the top. Then I entered her so I could take my turn to climax. It didn't take very long, for I'd been erect off & on the whole time. Myra & I were both exhausted now. We fell asleep together, my vanilla body melting in her chocolate arms, as if we were becoming a light-brown lake of sweetness. We would repeat the process Saturday morning & night, then Sunday morning & evening. During the times in between when we were clothed, we would dance to my favorite CDs, some of which she happened to like also. Or I would take my guitar & serenade her; to some songs she knew the words, so she sang along. Of course, we also fixed whatever meals we could from what was available in the cupboards & the fridge. Though we both had water with our meals, she drank more than I did so she, having given so much of her essence to me, could stay hydrated. On Sunday evening, once we were fully clothed after our final sex session, Myra retrieved her trench coat from the closet & put it on. Our arms enfolded each other & our lips met for a few seconds, then we both walked out the door. Standing on the lawn adjacent to my driveway, I watched her get into her car, back out, & drive down the street until I could no longer see her. Myra & I still keep in touch online. Being only a river apart, we could easily meet in the flesh a 2nd time. We're in no hurry to, but we might someday. Adventures of R.M. Roxinger Ch. 06 Chapter 6: A Tryst in a Tepee Then came fall. In early October I was granted a full week’s vacation from my job. On Monday I rose with the sun & took a plane to Santa Fe, NM. I rented a car, bought a cowboy hat, & from there drove north, then west, until shortly after dark. I stopped at a Navajo reservation by the northwest corner of the state. The trading post included a gas station, so I refueled, then found a place to park for the night. The Navajos were friendly & hospitable. They were about to have dinner when I arrived, so they asked me to join them. Following a delicious meal of lamb chops, corn & squash, they invited me to gather with them in a circle around a campfire for a dance to celebrate the 21st birthday of Sara Red Wolf. Once we were all assembled & seated, 2 men in headdresses arose & walked toward the fire. One started playing a drum, the other a pan flute; everyone else began chanting. I sat, watched & listened in awe as the tribe sang its song. A short time later the 2 musicians clapped in unison, then a young woman I guessed to be Sara emerged from the audience & walked toward them. Each reached into his pocket, took out a necklace of multicolored beads, & placed it around her neck. Then they asked her to choose a male member of the audience with whom to dance by the fire. As she scanned all the faces, she noticed a lone cowboy (me). She walked toward me & reached out her hand, so I took it, & inward we went. The musicians began playing some more; Sara & I knew it was our cue to start dancing. Her eyes & smile were bright like the stars & her single, waist-length braid swung every which way as we danced & danced until the ceremony was over. As the tribe retired to their tepees, she took me to hers. Once the flap of the tepee was closed behind us, Sara took me in her arms, held me as tight as she could, & kissed me hard on the lips. As she loosened her grip, I reached up & lay one of my hands on the back of her head, the other on her neck; I gave her softer kisses on her right cheek, her left cheek, & her lips. Then we let go of each other so we could undress. Once we were naked, she lay flat on one of the sheepskins that covered the ground. I lay on top of her, she wrapped her arms around me, & I started kissing every inch of her, starting at her forehead. Time passed...my kisses reached the tops of her breasts. Then I found her right nipple & gently sucked on it while I used my right thumb & index finger to stimulate her left nipple. A few minutes later I moved my mouth to the left nipple & pinched the right one with my left fingers. After switching back & forth a few times, I resumed my trail of kisses. More time passed...I began to kiss her thighs. Some moisture had flowed down them by then, so as my lips made contact with it I licked it off, savoring the sweet taste. I, meanwhile, had been erect the whole time. Pressure was building inside me as it was, & the taste of her spurred me on. So I gently spread her legs & entered her. I moved up & down at a moderate pace, lightly touching her cervix during the downstrokes. After several minutes we reached orgasm simultaneously. I stayed inside her until my erection went away. Then I lay flat on top of her & we fell asleep in each other’s arms. When we awoke Tuesday morning, the sun was not yet up, & neither were the other tribe members. I reached for my watch & saw that it read 6:15. I told Sara that I had stopped at the reservation on the way to the 4 Corners National Monument, & asked her if she wanted to come with me. She said she would be delighted. So once we got dressed, I took my pen & notebook out of my shirt pocket & wrote a note telling the rest of the tribe where we were going & promising that I’d bring her back by noon. I found an arrowhead & used it to secure the note to the tepee entrance. Then we walked to my car & drove off. Now the sun was starting to rise. After a little over an hour, we approached the Corners & the sun was halfway up. We found an extension of the shoulder of the highway where we could pull off & view the monument. Having taken my camera with me on this trip, I strapped it around my neck just before we walked to the monument. Sara & I stood & faced each other, then spread our legs. My left foot touched Colorado, hers touched Arizona. My right foot touched Utah, hers touched New Mexico. I took a picture of her wearing that lovely tribal dress & those beautiful necklaces. Then I handed the camera to her so she could capture me in my shirt, blue jeans & cowboy hat. That done, she handed the camera back to me & I covered it with the lens cap & set it on the ground. No longer caring which states our feet touched, we hugged & started to rock each other slowly, even though we had no music to accompany us this time. After several minutes we stopped dancing, I retrieved my camera, & we hopped back into the car & drove back to the reservation. Another hour-plus passed & we were back at the spot where I’d parked the night before. Once we were out of the car, Sara slowly lifted one of her necklaces off her neck & placed it on mine. She said I could keep it for the rest of my life as a reminder of our wonderful night & morning together. We embraced & kissed one last time, then I watched her walk away from the car. Once she walked beyond my range of vision, I headed back for Santa Fe. The sun was almost completely down when I reached the city. I returned the car to the rental garage & stayed at a hotel near the airport for this night & Wednesday & Thursday nights. I spent the days simply relaxing. Then on Friday I flew back to Philly. Adventures of R.M. Roxinger Ch. 07 7. A Weekend of Flowers & Rainbows A flower show is held in Philly every spring, & one Friday evening in the spring following my trip to Santa Fe, I drove across the river to attend the show. I saw flowers big & small, short & tall, from geraniums to sunflowers. As I walked, I was sometimes so focused on the flowers that I was oblivious to other attendees; while viewing some tulips I felt myself bump into someone. I turned to my right, saw a woman & said, "I'm sorry; I didn't know you were standing there." "That's quite all right," she said. She hesitated for 2 seconds, then said, "My, but you look handsome." "Thank you; you look gorgeous yourself. By the way, my name's R.M." "Nice to meet you. I'm Emily." We studied each other for a minute. She stood about as tall as I do & looked to be 30 years old, give or take a year. Her straight raven hair flowed to the middle of her back. Her skin was the color of caramel. She wore black earrings that looked to be about an inch in diameter. Her dress was black with pictures of pink roses; the sleeves ended just below her shoulders, the hem just below her knees. "Well, R.M., shall you & I finish viewing the flowers together?" she asked, winking at me. "That would be wonderful," I answered. So with her hand in mine, we spent at an hour browsing the beautiful bits of botany. By the time we were through, it was getting dark, so she asked me, "Would you like to walk home with me? I'll fix you some dinner." "Actually, I drove here because I live in Camden. So how about I drive you home?" She said yes, we walked to my car, & she gave me directions to her apartment. Once we found the complex & a parking spot, she took my hand in hers & led me inside the complex. She unlocked her apartment door, led me inside, & locked it back up behind us. She went straight into the kitchen & opened a can of vegetable soup. She poured half the can into each of 2 bowls, which she then heated in the microwave. I walked toward the dining table & took a seat. Minutes later, Emily came over, placed the bowls on the table, & sat across from me. The bowls were atop saucers, along the rims of which cheese slices & crackers rested. We ate for 20 minutes. As we arose from our chairs, I thanked her for the meal, then she led me into her bedroom. On one wall I noticed 4 black-&-white photos: clockwise from top left, a white man, an Oriental woman, a Native American woman, & a black man. I asked Emily who the people were; she said they were her grandparents. Her father was half white & half Chinese; her mother was half black & half Cherokee. How wonderful, I thought, that a whole rainbow of heritage was shining in one woman. We turned our attention to each other, embracing, closing our eyes, losing sense of time. For a long time we just stood & held each other tight. Then our hormones ignited. We broke our embrace & she turned the covers down from her bed. After taking off my own outer clothing, I knelt & began to slowly lift that flowery dress Emily was wearing, gradually standing in the process. Once I lifted it over her head & flung it to the floor, I pulled down my briefs, then her panties, & unclasped her bra. Now that everything was off, I knelt slightly so I could kiss, lick & suck on her breasts, while with my hands I rubbed her behind. She sighed with delight as I sucked on one breast, then the other, every several minutes. Then we hopped into bed with me lying on my back & her sitting astride my thighs. She gently guided my penis into her vagina while I reached up to squeeze her breasts. We both moaned & heaved in ecstasy as I spent the next half hour or so thrusting inside her & kneading those lovely globes. Then we both achieved orgasm & I stayed inside her until I went soft. Then she lay flat on top of me & I held her in my arms. Before long we were both asleep. As we awoke the following morning, dawn was breaking. I was thankful it was a Saturday morning & thus not a morning when I'd have to be back home to log into my job. "Em?" I said softly, my arms still enfolding her. "Yes?" "May I stay with you for the weekend?" "Please do. I treasure these rare moments when I can find male company for a single night, never mind a whole weekend." When she said that, I was also thankful I had stashed 2 spare pairs of briefs in my jacket pockets just before heading for the flower show. "Let us enjoy this weekend while it's here," I said. With that, we arose & went into the shower together. Once the water got warm I began to run the soap bar along her back, from neck to waist. I spread the suds throughout her back, then around to her belly. We both felt a new arousal building as I began to cup her breasts. They felt soft & slippery under the running water. Her nipples hardened & she sighed as I pressed them between my thumbs & index fingers. After a few minutes I resumed the washing, applying soap all over her legs, then shampooing that long ebony hair. Once I rinsed her thoroughly, it was her turn to return the favor. As she finished soaping my legs, she reached around & surrounded my erect penis with her hand, moving up & down for about a minute. Now we both needed quick release, so she sat on the shower floor & spread her legs. I responded by crouching & guiding myself inside her. My entry was not very deep, so I was able to thrust quickly without causing her pain. After about 5 minutes, we both climaxed. Then I exited her, we stood back up & she spread shampoo all over my hair. Once I was fully rinsed, we turned the shower off, dried ourselves, & went back into the bedroom. I took a pair of briefs out of one jacket pocket & put it on; the rest of my clothes soon followed. Meanwhile, Emily got into a fresh bra & panties followed by the black flowered dress. The bedroom & shower scenes would be similar on Saturday night & Sunday morning. During the days, once we were dressed, we walked to various restaurants in downtown Philly for our 3 meals & split the cost between us; between the meals we walked to Fairmont Park & back. After dinner on Sunday evening, we walked to the spot near her apartment complex where I had parked my car. I thanked Emily for our nice weekend together. We tightly hugged & tenderly kissed each other, then I got into the car & drove back to Camden. That weekend was just 3 weeks before this writing. All in all, life's been kind to me. My adventures thus far have brought satisfaction both to me & to the women involved. From the night I became a man, I've loved 7 women, & 7's a lucky number. Whether or not I ever see any of them again, I'll always credit them for the joy I feel now. Adventures of R.M. Roxinger Ch. 08 8. Kate Comes to Philly Early summer, following flower show Since writing about my previous 7 adventures, I've had another one. I've decided that from here on out I'm gonna journalize my encounters within a few days after they're over. Now I find it nice to write about my life as it happens, just like streaming sound files play as they download. Anyway, Kate & I have just met F2F (face-to-face) again; she flew to Philly, just like I had hoped in an earlier chapter. Financially able to visit me & burned out from catering, she took 3 days off. Our work schedules were sort of opposites; I had weekends off, whereas she worked all 7 days & weekends were peak business days. So we agreed that Tuesday, Wednesday & Thursday would be our days together. Kate booked a red-eye flight so she could keep her fare down. Her plane arrived in Philly at 5 AM on Tuesday; I woke up extra early so I could pick her up at the airport. I found a short-term parking space, then rushed into the terminal building. As soon as I entered, there she was, baggage & all, waiting right by the entrance. This time she was wearing blue jeans & a white tank top with a little cleavage showing. We embraced tight for 15 seconds, then gathered her luggage & walked to my car. During the drive across the river & to my house, we said little other than that we were excited to see each other again after almost a year & a half, this time we were meeting on my turf, & we'd get to spend more time together than we could the first time. Before long, we pulled into my driveway, parked & unloaded her luggage from the trunk. While she carried one bag, I carried the other. I unlocked the front door & led her inside. I locked it again behind us & we lay the bags at the foot of the bed. It was still not quite 6, so I set my alarm clock back to 7, the time I normally set it for. We had an hour to simply lie in my bed in each other's arms, nothing but which we were inclined to do as we were both tired. An hour seems like only a minute when one is as tired as we were. My alarm clock screeched, & I had to get up & shower. So I kissed Kate on one cheek, whispered that she could sleep as long as she needed to, kissed her other cheek, & sauntered into the bathroom. After drying myself, I slowly & silently emerged from the bathroom & got dressed, glancing every now & then at the snow-white southern belle who lay sound asleep. Aside from her presence, I went through my usual routine, fixing myself breakfast, picking up the paper from the front porch, & reading whatever news caught my eye as I ate. By 9:00 I was in my office & logged in. For the next few hours it was business as usual. Shortly after 11, I heard water running, which meant that Kate had caught all the Z's she needed & was taking her shower. After about another half hour, she opened the door between the bedroom & the office, then hugged me around my left shoulder with her left arm. So for a minute I turned away from my computer screen. "Good morning, Kate. I see you've slept well by now. There's plenty of food in the kitchen, so make yourself at home. By the way, did you bring a book with you?" "Yes, R.M., & I'm sure it'll keep me occupied while you work. I'm a slow reader, which is good in a situation like this." "You're right. Take your time & relax; after all, this is your vacation." She blew me a kiss & walked out to the kitchen. I turned back to my computer & resumed the task at hand. I logged off at 5 PM, my usual time. I turned the computer off & walked into the living room to find Kate asleep on the couch with a book open, cover facing up, resting on her chest. Books can put people to sleep sometimes. I slowly approached her, knelt, & kissed her. She opened her eyes & sat up. "My work is done for today," I told her, "so what do you say we go to Atlantic City & have some fun?" "That would be wonderful," she answered. So we went into the bedroom, changed into our best clothes, & gathered our swimsuits, towels, & sandals. We stepped out the front door, I locked it behind us, & we got into the car. It took us almost an hour to reach our destination. Once we arrived in Atlantic City, we found a seaside restaurant that served seafood. We went inside; we waited only a minute before the assistant manager came & led us to a vacant table. He informed us that the place was designed especially for couples on romantic getaways. The electric lights were kept dim & the tables were equipped with candles. After we were finished eating, we could find a locker room at the side of the back vestibule in which we could change into our swimsuits & store our regular clothes so we could walk along the beach behind the place. Kate & I sat across from each other at the table. She ordered halibut & I ordered bass. While we waited for our food to be served, we gazed at the candle, then at each other. Once again she told me about the pros & cons of living in a small town like Clay & how well her business was doing. As she talked I noticed she wore a red dress to match her hair. It was sleeveless, with a V-neck that plunged to the middle of her chest, revealing plenty of sharp cleavage, my sight of which triggered an instant erection in me. I knew she could read the excitement in my face when she said, "You can't wait till we get out of here, can you?" "Ah, Kate, you really are a vixen." "Oh, R.M. I knew this dress would turn you on." Just then the waiter arrived with our food. We said little as we ate, mostly moving our eyes from each other to the candle to our plates & back. Once we were through eating, we paid for our meal, then walked to the locker room. I changed into a baggie, she into a bikini, & we found a locker in which to store our evening wear & towels. We walked out the back door & onto the beach. It was still light at 7:30; the sun would not even begin to set for another hour & a half. Each of us wrapped an arm around the other's waist as we walked along the sand & listened to the waves of the Atlantic crash just inches from us. After almost half an hour, we decided to dip into the ocean. We took a few steps until the water covered our feet. We shivered for half a minute, then resumed walking until we were knee-deep. After another 30 seconds we walked to waist depth, then Kate turned to face me & we embraced & kissed. We held each other so tight that her breasts swelled against me; I got erect again as well. When we loosened our hold & parted our lips, I noticed that her bikini top was the most revealing garment I had ever seen on a woman. It covered little more than her nipples & the circles surrounding them. I could easily have lifted her breasts out of it right then & there, but instead I chose to take us deeper into the water. I stepped forward, she stepped back, until we were shoulder deep. For the next half hour we'd crouch for a few seconds at a time so we could immerse our heads in the water, then stand back up, & duck again. Shortly after 8:30 we walked out of the water & back to the restaurant–once again, arm around waist. By 9, as the sun began to set, we were back in the locker room, drying ourselves & changing back into our evening clothes. Hormones boiled inside both of us throughout the drive back to Camden. As soon as we parked in my driveway, we ran to the front door, unlocked it, relocked it behind us, & dashed for the bedroom as fast as we could. We took off our clothes one by one & hopped into bed side by side. I lowered myself until my head was level with her breasts, which I kissed, licked & sucked for half an hour; my hands, meanwhile, cupped her bottom. Now she was aching to be entered, so we positioned ourselves in layers of legs (from bottom to top: my left, her right, my right, her left) to prepare for the big I (intercourse). I started my thrusts slowly & gradually sped up until we both climaxed copiously. I stayed inside her until my penis went soft enough to withdraw on its own; in the meantime we enjoyed an afterglow of caressing each other's hair, shoulders & backs. Finally, sleep overtook us. The next morning, again Kate slept in till 11 while I worked. Wednesday was the same as Tuesday until I was finished with work. This time I drove her to downtown Philly so she could have a chance to eat one of the famous Philly steak sandwiches, as a return of the favor she had given me during our first meeting with the southern food. We ate our sandwiches at a café that wasn't fast food, but didn't take as long as most other restaurants either. We talked little but took time to eat our sandwiches. When we were through we drove to Fairmont Park, found a tree to sit under, & watched the children play in the distance until they had to go home. Then we watched the sun go down, taking turns laying our heads on each other's shoulders. Finally, we drove back to my house & repeated the sex scene from the previous night. On Thursday evening we stayed home. I grilled some chicken, microwaved some veggies & poured 2 glasses of Mountain Dew, my favorite soda pop. Though the dining table was surrounded by the die-hard summer sunlight, I decided to light a candle between us anyway. We both like to gaze at candles every once in a while, even when we're alone. As we ate, she told me her plane back to Louisville was scheduled to depart at 11 that night. So we discussed what to do between finishing our dinner & driving to the airport. We decided to play some of my discs & dance. After a delicious chicken meal, I extinguished the candle, cleared the table & put 5 discs into my stereo (as many as it will hold at a time). Whenever the tempo was slow, we'd embrace & rock each other gently; if the beat was 3/4, we'd waltz. We danced & danced until our watches read 10 PM. Finally it was time to drive to the airport, so she packed her bags with everything she had brought with her & we loaded them into the trunk of my car. As we drove across the river & to the airport, she thanked me for our 3 wonderful days together. Once we found a short-term parking spot, we hauled her luggage toward the terminal building. We walked inside the building & toward the gate from which she was to depart. When departure time was announced, we hugged & kissed one last time, then I watched her & the other passengers walk away until I couldn't see them anymore. I was sure that once she landed in Louisville, she'd spend the wee hours of the morning driving back to Clay. It is the following weekend as I write this. The euphoria still hasn't worn off. Adventures of R.M. Roxinger Ch. 09 9. The Dame from Dusseldorf A year & a half after my 2nd meeting with Kate, I was granted a vacation from Christmas to New Year's. I spent Christmas Day at my home with my parents, siblings, nieces & nephews; then at 7:00 the next morning I embarked on my first transatlantic flight--to Dusseldorf, Germany. Having taken German in high school, I had considered going to the country one day so I could practice my skills in the language with the inhabitants. The flight took 10 hours--or rather 16 hours since Germany is 6 time zones east of Philly. I didn't land in Dusseldorf until 11 PM, so I spent practically 2/3 of a day flying. After retrieving my luggage from the Dusseldorf airport, I rented a car & drove to a small inn on the outskirts of the city, where a room was waiting for me because I had made reservations (via Travelocity) 2 weeks in advance. As soon as I walked in I saw a buxom brunette of about 40 (probably the innkeeper) standing behind the front desk. She uttered a greeting that I remembered was German for "Good evening." So I said it back to her. I did my best to say more, considering how little I remembered due to being out of practice since my high school years. She could tell from my loss for words that I was an American, then assured me that she understood English. She bolted the front door for the night, then led me upstairs to the room I had reserved. She was very friendly, asking me questions such as how my flight to Germany was. She said her name was Octavia; she was indeed the innkeeper, & never married. Her accent enchanted me–pronouncing her W's as V's, her V's as F's, & her "th" sounds as T's or D's. A gas stove was attached to the wall across from my bed so I could keep the winter cold at bay. After about 10 minutes of conversation, she unfolded the covers from my bed & told me that if I needed anything else I should knock on her door across the hall from mine. She wished me good night, turned off the light, & closed the door after her. Octavia. What a lovely name. It seemed related to music, one of my most cherished hobbies. I had difficulty sleeping due to the jet lag, so I turned on a lamp atop a small table next to my bed & retrieved a book from my suitcase. But after reading 10 pages slowly, I still couldn't sleep. So I got out of bed & knocked on Octavia's door. Once she answered, I told her why I couldn't sleep. Sympathetic, she offered me her hand, I took it, & we walked back into my room. Then she hugged me & caressed my back, comforting me like a child. But within a minute, her embrace triggered an erection inside me; she could detect my need for female company that had gone unfulfilled for one & a half years. She let go of me & took a few steps back as if inviting me to look at her &/or helping herself to a view of the tent in my pajama bottoms. She wore a white flannel nightgown with spaghetti straps & a neckline so low I could see cleavage galore. As I stared at her, she said, "I can tell you vant me. In fact, I'm getting de hots for you myself. Being single can bring loneliness sometimes." As she said it, I noticed the top of her gown starting to get wet. I thought to myself that she was a light sleeper herself, kept a breast pump in her room, & used it late every night behind her locked door. I knelt before her, slowly lifted her gown, & stood back up once I reached her waist. Once it was all the way off her, I got out of my pajamas. There she stood with large breasts (probably 40DD) topped by dark, dripping nipples. I sat on the foot of my bed; she walked toward me & sat on my lap, her legs flanking mine; I wrapped my arms around her for support. She gently guided me inside her, then offered me her right breast. No sooner did I take it into my mouth than her sweet, warm milk began to flow. After 15 minutes I switched to her left breast & drank 15 more minutes' worth of liquid ice cream; in the middle of my drinking, I ejaculated copiously into her. Once I emptied both breasts, she softly asked, "Vat did you tink?" "It tastes very sweet & is just what I need," I whispered back, finally starting to get sleepy. She said "very good" in German, gently took me out of her, stood up & got back into her nightgown. Once again she wished me good night & walked out the door. I got into my bed & turned off the lamp next to it. This time, within a few minutes I fell sound asleep. I woke up the next morning, got dressed, & walked downstairs to find Octavia cooking omelet & toast. She asked me if I had slept well the previous night; I told her yes. As we ate a delicious meal together, I told her I had not yet exchanged the cash in my wallet for euros (the currency in most European countries). She told me of a place in town where I could do so, & also of various places where I could find an ATM whenever I needed to replenish my cash supply; I wouldn't need to worry about the American dollar amount of my charges until after I got home. From that morning until New Year's Eve, each day went like this: I drove into town & browsed various shops & landmarks. At one restaurant I had a frankfurter & sauerkraut for lunch. What I had for dinner & where would vary from one evening to the next; one meal was accompanied by live music by a duo of men, one playing an accordion, the other a mandolin. Once it was 11 PM, I drove back to the inn, whose keeper once again gave me dessert straight from her voluptuous breasts while she & I had sex. Early in the morning of New Year's Eve I ate my last omelet & toast with Octavia. Then I cleared my room of everything I had brought with me. After charging my credit card for the nights I had stayed, she thanked me for staying, I thanked her for allowing me to, & we thanked each other for the passion we'd shared. We gave each other one last hug & kiss, then I drove to the airport to return the car & catch my plane back to Philly. This time the plane took off at 9 AM Dusseldorf time & landed at 1 PM Philly time. I got home with plenty of time left to dance alone to my discs & welcome the New Year. I went to bed at midnight & slept in till almost 10:30. Whether this new year will bring me more adventures, only time will tell. Adventures of R.M. Roxinger Ch. 10 10. An Old Flame Rekindled One August came & then another. My 10th high school reunion would soon be held & I planned to attend it. Once I arrived at the party, I spent at least an hour renewing acquaintances with many former classmates whom I hadn't seen in all that time. I gave handshakes to the guys & hugs to the gals. Then I saw a face that looked especially familiar. "Heidi?" I asked. "Yes. Hi, R.M. It's so nice to see you after all this time!" My former girlfriend & I embraced as tightly as we could. Staying locked for 10 seconds would be the beginning of making up for 10 years of lost time. "How have you been doing all these years?" "I've done quite fine," & I told her about my web-designing job. "Now, how has life treated you since we went our separate ways?" She told me that she married a guy she'd met during her 2nd semester of college, thus answering a question I'd been asking myself for all that time. They moved back to our hometown & had 2 kids, now ages 4 & 1, but her husband was fatally struck by a drunk driver while on his way home from work one evening shortly after the younger child was born. "I'm so sorry to hear that," I said, comforting her with a hug not so tight as we'd done minutes before. "Thank you for your sympathy. Even after a year, something like that can be hard to get over." Soon our conversation turned away from this subject, & together we walked to the serving table & helped ourselves to some dinner. We had little further conversation other than her purring softly in my ear, "Wanna follow me to my house? I've got something sweet for you." I had a feeling I knew what she meant. She must have had milk in her breasts this time around; her younger child must have weaned shortly before. We decided to leave the party together once we were through eating. We walked to her car & she agreed to wait for me to drive my car up to that spot. Then I followed her out of the high school parking lot & to her house. Once we got there, we had the place to ourselves. She told me that the kids were staying with their grandparents for the weekend. We walked into her bedroom & locked the door behind us. We both could feel the resurgence of a passion that had lain dormant for a decade. While still clothed, we caressed each other's backs for about half an hour. Then, as I raised my hands near her collar, she gave me the OK to undo her blouse. So I did, button by button, & flung it across the room. Next I unzipped her jeans, pulled them down to her ankles, & untied & took off her shoes. She stepped out of her pants the rest of the way & doffed her socks as I got out of all my own clothes. Once I was naked, I slid down her panties & unclasped her bra. Her breasts were bigger than I had remembered them from 10 years before & the nipples & areolae were darker. She turned down the covers & sat upright on the bed; I then hopped onto the bed belly-down & positioned my head level with her breasts. Sure enough, milk began to flood my mouth as soon as I started suckling. After 15 minutes I switched to her other breast & drank another sweet river. Throughout this half-hour we both let out soft sighs. Once I drank her breasts dry, I began to kiss the rest of her–forehead, cheeks, chin, neck, then skipping over to her stomach & legs. Finally, she lay flat on the bed & spread her legs & I sat astride her. The very second I entered her, I deposited copious semen. Almost a minute later, as I stayed inside her, she had an intense orgasm of her own. Then I exited & the mixture of our fluids began to run down her & soak the sheets--& our legs. We quickly arose & headed for her shower to wash away the sticky stuff. Once we dried ourselves we went back into the bedroom & put our clothes back on. Just before we opened her front door to go out, she asked, "Well, R.M., how does it feel to make love again after 10 years?" "Great!" I replied. "In fact, it tasted sweeter than the last time, & I do mean sweeter." She giggled as she opened the door. On her front porch we hugged & kissed one last time. She didn't move an inch as I walked toward & got into my car. After I buckled my belt & started my engine, she waved to me & I drove back to Camden. In 10 years I have come full circle.