0 comments/ 19362 views/ 1 favorites A Moment By: ColoradoMan Angel was nervous about seeing him again. They had met at a Superbowl party 2 months prior. The party was thrown by a woman from her hometown that she just found out lived in the same city and happened to invite Seth. They talked most of the evening and hit it off well. During the next 2 months, they had met at Angel's friends house several times for parties and at each event, they would talk amongst themselves, oblivious of the others. At the last party, Seth had finally gotten up the nerve to ask for her phone number. Angel gave it willingly and they had talked on the phone almost every day since. Now, two weeks later, she was meeting him again, but this time it was just the two of them. She smiled as she also reminisced about their conversations on the phone and the emails they traded, not to mention the sexy pictures he had attached in a few. He definitely was not shy about his body, which made her feel free within herself. Angel had always been reserved, but she desired to be wild (with someone she cared about of course). What drew her to him was not the pictures of his body, but his sensitivity. She remembered one night when he cried as he told her a tragic story from his youth. It touched her deeply. So here she was, about to meet Seth for the second time. She pulled into the park and saw the tennis courts. Her hands were sweating slightly on the wheel as she pulled towards the parking lot. He was there, standing outside his vehicle, looking up at the sky. She smiled despite her nervousness. He was wearing white shorts and a loose fitting polo shirt. His sunglasses covered his eyes, which disappointed her. She distinctly remembered how full of passion and intensity they were…and how beautiful. She parked several cars down and took a deep breath before getting out. As she approached, he looked down and smiled. It was a warm, comforting smile that made her instantly at ease. He took off his sunglasses and put them on his shirt making her heart leap as he gazed upon her, seeming to put a spell over her. Seth walked to her and greeted her with a warm hug. She was suddenly self-conscious about her looks. She needed to lose about 15 pounds but to her benefit, she had large, full breasts that guys loved to gawk at when she wore tight fitting shirts. "Are you ready to play, Angel?" He asked. "Just take it easy on me, ok?" "We're just here to have some fun, not get ready for the US Grand Slam." He replied, laughing. It had been a while since Angel had played so her game was rusty, but she was enjoying herself. It felt nice getting outside and running around, not to mention the smiles she kept getting. She felt like she was in high school again. Suddenly, while she was reaching to hit a ball, she felt her ankle give way. She went down hard and grasped her ankle, unsure of the damage. She had sprained her ankles before and she knew that this wasn't one of the worst, but it was going to be a little painful to walk on for a day or two. She felt a hand on her shoulder as Seth knelt down beside her. "Are you ok? Oh shit. Can you walk?" He asked, holding her calf. "I don't know, it hurts," she replied. Though she knew she could walk off the court if she had to, she wanted to see how Seth would react to the situation. His reaction was not what she expected, much to her delight. Angel felt herself being lifted into his arms, his concern obvious in his eyes. As he carried her off the court, she laid her head on his shoulder. The pleasant smell of his cologne surrounded her and she felt herself relax into his arms. She also noticed how close his hand was to her breast. She felt herself wishing he had moved it higher when he lifted her, but quickly pushed the thought out of her mind. He gently set her down on the soft grass under the shade of a large oak tree. "I'll be right back," he said. Seth walked to his vehicle and opened the trunk, pulling out a cooler. He carried it to where he had laid her and set it down beside her. Seth went back to his vehicle, searching for something. She saw him take a deep breath and walk back towards her. "I don't have anything to wrap the ice with so I'm going to use my shirt. I hope you aren't offended." Seth lifted off his shirt and placed it on the ground. He began placing cubes of ice from the cooler onto it, she took notice of his chest and shoulders. He wasn't cut like the guys you see on television or the magazines, but to her, he looked just right. He was rugged and she could see power in his movements. As she sat watching him, she felt as if she could feel completely safe with a man like Seth. A rush of cold against her ankle brought her back to reality. He moved it around her ankle…slowly…gently. Angel sighed as he cared for her injury and she laid back and her elbows, watching him. His concern was overwhelming to her and she felt a burning inside her. Slowly, she moved her uninjured leg apart, allowing her shorts to move away from her. She knew if he looked at her he would see her panties. She felt naughty, yet passionate at the same time. "How does it look?" Angel asked. "Well, it doesn't look too bad," he started but his words were cut short as he went to look at her. She knew he had seen her but he tried to ignore it. "I think it's gonna be ok," he replied, blushing slightly. "It feels much better," she said. "Well it's a little swollen," he replied. "Well, when I asked how it looked, I wasn't referring to my ankle, Seth" Angel looked down at her shorts and pulled them to the side, exposing her completely to him. He took a deep breath and she could see the passion in his eyes. Seth reached into his shirt and took an ice cube out. Sitting between her legs, he began to run the ice across her calf. He began to move it higher, in tiny circles. She could not only feel the wetness from the ice running down her leg, but she could feel her own wetness forming, like a fire building within her. "Wait, I don't want this to be a fling. I don't know if I could handle getting used for sex. I need to know what you are thinking…feeling." Seth said, stopping his hands. "I think that I am more attracted to you than I have ever been to a man and I can't believe I'm saying or doing this." Angel paused before continuing. "I feel like I have known you forever and am comfortable with you. Every time I think of you I get goosebumps. I want this." "I don't know what to say except I feel the exact same way, I just didn't have the guts to say anything." This said, he moved the ice higher, just to her panties, and ran it over her cotton-covered lips. Angel gasped loudly and grabbed his hand, pulling him to her. Their lips met for the first time. It was a soft slow kiss that they would both look back on in later days and smile. She could feel his hardness against her as he lay on top of her and their tongues danced. Seth pulled back slowly, gently sucking her lip. "I think we should go to your place and work on my ankle some more," she said. "That might be a good idea. Can you drive?" "Yes, just help me to my vehicle." She followed him to his apartment, her heart beating in her ears. She hadn't been this nervous or excited in years, yet she felt something inside that made her warm all over. He pulled into the curb and she parked beside him. Seth approached and she opened her door. "You'll have to unlock my door," he said, handing her the key. Angel took the key from his hand and he leaned into the car, sliding his left arm under her legs and his right around her torso. His hand rested just beneath her breast. As he lifted her, she could feel it fold over the top of his hand and her nipples her instantly hard. Angel could feel herself tingling between her legs and pressed them together squeezed them together in an attempt to heighten the intensity. She wanted to feel his compassion and concern inside her. Angel pushed her lips to his neck and kissed him softly, letting her tongue glide over his skin. It was salty from the sweat and that turned her on even more. She unlocked the door and turned the handle. Angel pushed the door open and Seth closed it with his foot. She glanced around at his apartment. It was very nice and clean, which made her giggle. She had never been to a man's apartment who kept things is such good order. Seth carried her to his room. The shades were drawn and it was dimly lit from the sun's penetration. He laid her on the bed softly and Angel pulled him to her, kissing him. She pulled his wet shirt off dropped it to the floor. Sitting up, she pulled her own shirt off, leaving only her sports bra. She slowly removed it, smiling at his warm gaze. He stood next to her and she began to unbutton his shorts. Her heart was racing and her hands were shaky, but she unfastened the button and slowly unzipped them. She could see his hardness standing straight up, just coming over the top of his briefs. Slipping her fingers inside, she pulled them down, exposing him. He was perfect. As he stepped out of his shorts, she couldn't help but grasp it and pull it to her mouth. It was warm and hard, throbbing in her mouth. She felt her shorts being slid down her body and her panties followed. Angel felt his tongue and lips kissing her belly and legs. She moved over on the bed and he laid beside her, facing away. His fingers tickled the inside of her legs and she willingly spread them. She slid her lips over him, taking him as deep as she could, her tongue circling his head. He moaned and slid his tongue inside her. She felt her wetness on his tongue as he slid it between her lips. His two fingers replaced the tongue and began to gently massage her g-spot. With his free hand, he spread her lips and pulled back. She felt her clit totally exposed and his tongue began to glide over it slowly. She was in heaven. The pleasure was so intense she stopped sucking him and laid back. She had never felt such direct, intense stimulation. Her toes curled as he sucked gently on her clit and his fingers rubbed her inside. He began to lick faster; always making sure her clit was wet. She tried to fight her orgasm, wanting to prolong this heavenly touch, but as he sucked on her clit she felt herself explode. Grasping him by the hair, she pulled his face into her pussy, pushing her hips up, bucking as convulsions of pleasure consumed her. He continued to move his fingers inside her slowly, then, slowly pulling them out. Angel pushed him onto his back and careful of her ankle, moved between his legs. She hungrily took him into her mouth, taking his balls in one hand and using the other on his shaft as she moved her mouth over him. She wanted to please him as much as he had pleased her. She moaned onto his cock and made sure it was nice and wet before using her hand. It was slick and slide effortlessly up and down. Seth groaned deeply, thrusting his hips to her. She put his head back into her mouth and let him thrust into her. It felt so naughty but so good to have him sliding his cock into her mouth. She pressed hard on his balls and could feel his orgasm building. "Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you." She said. She attacked his cock with her mouth and hands. Moving her head quickly over him. His breathing quickened and suddenly, she heard him moan loudly. She could feel him swell in her mouth and explode. She fought to get every drop, drinking it down quickly. His cock spasmed in her mouth and soon fell to rest. She moved her mouth over him slowly causing him to shiver and jerk. They both laughed. "Guess I owe you a massage now," he said. This can't get any better, can it? She thought. He placed a towel on the bed and dropped one on the floor beside them. Placing her on her stomach, he adjusted the pillows for her head. Leaning over, he reached into his dresser drawer and pulled out a blue bottle. She heard a click and then his hands rubbing together. When he placed them on her back they were slick and she could smell something pleasant, but unknown to her. He moved his hands over her back and shoulders, pausing only to add more oil to his hands. He moved down her body and began to massage her calves, careful of her hurt ankle. He moved his way up her legs. The combination of the slickness of the oil and the firm pressure of his hands began to excite her. She spread her legs slightly, knowing he could see her wetness. "Angel, I want to tell you something. I feel strange. Not in a bad way, but in a way that I have never felt before. I don't want to scare you off but I think I should be honest with you. I love everything about you. They way you laugh, the way you smile, the way you look at me. I know we haven't known each other long, but when I think about you I get butterflies in my stomach and I feel like crying because you aren't here with me." Angel had never heard such honesty and realized that she would probably never again meet anyone who would be willing to so freely express their emotions. She felt a tear roll down her cheek and she turned to him. "I'm not going anywhere, Seth. I love what you said. I only wish I had guts to say the same to you. Know that everything you said is felt within me about you." Angel pulled him to her and kissed him softly. Her body was wracked with a sob as he held her close to him. When she had regained her composure, she whispered in his ear. "What happened to my massage, sweetie?" Angel asked with a giggle. Seth's hands went back to her legs as he continued the massage. They moved up just to her pussy and stopped. She wanted to feel his touch badly, but realized he didn't want to get any of the oil inside her. She smiled again at his consideration and moaned as his hands began to massage her ass. Wiping his hands on a towel, he reached into his dresser again, this time pulling out a smaller bottle. She heard a click and this time didn't hear his hands rubbing together. When Angel finally felt his hand, it was directly on her pussy. He had placed some kind of lubrication on his hand and was rubbing her with it. Her pussy felt so slick and his fingers glided over her clit, causing her body to shake. He rubbed her for a few minutes, teasing her. He then moved on top of her. She could feel his hardness between her ass cheeks. He placed more of the massage oil on his hands and began to rub her shoulders. This time, he also moved himself between her cheeks. She noticed that he was slick and he must have placed some of the lubrication on his cock. As his cock was sliding between her cheeks, she would try to arch her hips to get his head into her pussy, but he was keeping it just out of reach. Seth continued to tease her as he massaged her shoulders. Suddenly, he leaned forward, kissing the back of her neck and shifting his hips. He was now at her opening, she tried to push back on him but she did not need to try. He slowly pushed forward until he was completely inside. She could feel him against her cervix, his thickness stretching her wonderfully. He began to move his hips in slow circular motions. It was so slick and hot and he moved so slowly that she could feel every sensation. He bit her neck softly and sent her over the edge, her pussy grasping his cock as she came. She wanted it all…she wanted him to cum inside her. "Fuck me now, baby. I'm yours." She said, pulling her knees up and arching her back. He was still inside her and he began slowly but built up a rhythm. She could feel his balls slapping her clit as he thrust himself into her. He reached forward, pulling her up to him by her nipples. He squeezed them gently as he continued to thrust into her. She felt herself building up again as his pace quickened. He began to moan loudly and thrust himself deep inside her. Seth reluctantly pulled out of her but he wanted to be looking into Angel's eyes when he came. He rolled her over gently and moved between her legs. He slid his cock inside her and rested his body on hers. He began to kiss her lips, cheeks, eyes, and neck. Angel felt so close to him, as if they were one person. She moved her hips in rhythm with his and she could feel his tension building again. "I want you to cum inside me. Make me yours." "I feel so good. I want to make you happy." Seth replied. "Look into my eyes." Angel said. Seth looked up at her and she placed her hands on his face. She held him with their eyes locked. The emotion they were both feeling was overwhelming. As Seth's orgasm became eminent, he closed his eyes. "No, look at me when you cum. I want to remember this moment forever." Seth's eyes opened and when he saw the look in hers, he could hold back no longer. Angel could feel his cock swell and his cum erupting inside her. It was more than she could handle as she came with him. The room was filled with screams and moans of passion. As they finished, she lay on the bed and he rested on top of her, still inside. She turned her head and kissed him. Most people never have a moment that so completely overwhelms they lose themselves. Two bodies joined that day and two hearts became one forever. They feel asleep in each other's arms. A Moment I'd been working all day once again pushing numbers and making calls just as I have for years on this contraption of wires and chips that has become so integrated in my life, that at times it seems the place where my fingertips end and the keyboard begins no longer exist. I was going crazy, formatting this, compiling that, where in the hell was my life going? I hadn't talked to my longtime friends in years, my marriage had taken a nose dive to a point where at times I hardly remembered her name, and my sex life was nonexistent. I had to do something so I called up a few friends but they had other things going on in their lives and we promised to stay in touch and do lunch, how I have come to hate that term, but we all knew those days had passed, but I needed contact with others besides those I worked with, so I turned back to something I did know, the internet and the endless places it could take me. I searched out places to meet other adults that maybe shared the same views or thoughts I have and joined a few communities and even found the world of private messenger with a few. I had heard about the flirting and online affairs they said took place but didn't put much stock into it, after all, just how real could feelings be when you can't touch, see, and feel the other person. I had developed a good friendship with a lady from a neighboring State and I found myself talking with her more and more each day while I should have been hard at work. Lynn was a few years younger than I and we both were in a marriage that had reached a point where we wished we could move on but knew it wasn't possible, and slowly we began to become more personal with our questions, our hope and soon or desires. We both had values but this was a way we could open up and feel good once again. Lynn had a lot of other ladies she knew and at times we would get together in a conference and have a great time, but it was our personal time I enjoyed best, until one day when she told me her friend from a small village in the UK was online and did I want to meet her. Always wanting to make Lynn happy how could I refuse. I remember the moment Siobhan entered into the chat. She had the type of name that made my blood surge, very erotic. Her words were like milk chocolate, smooth and rich and seeing the exchange between her and Lynn made me wonder just how well these two knew each other. Over the course of the following weeks we all got to know each other very well and the flirting was outrageous and exciting. More than once I would become hard seeing them tease each other about them kissing or touching and making me beg, which I did often. Lynn and I had exchanged our photos and she had some nudes she sent that made my days go by, but I knew this was the best it would ever get and resigned myself to my dreams of being with her but for a few hours, and she had some I had taken just for her and she told me she too wished we could meet in real life more than once. Siobhan called me up online one day and floored me when she asked when she was going to get copies of the special photos I had sent her friend. I got myself together and of course denied having them when she expressed a smile and told me her and Lynn we very good friends, and she had already seen one of them I had sent her. When she told me she liked my thick cock with it's large pink head I about dropped my tea and didn't know what to say to her. She then sent me a few of her special photos, very teasing and erotic pose, hinting at her breasts and pussy but giving a full view of her ass and shapely legs. Needless to say from that day on our conversations became more heated and with all three of us together it got very intense at times, but we all agreed it was safe, fun and we were adults after all. Lynn and I had no secrets from each other, we had truly become close and shared everything, so when later that year I had to go on an extended business trip to New England, I let her know a few months ahead of time where I would be if she wanted to call. I'd have my laptop but it was networked so we wouldn't be able to play. She assured me she would keep busy and to let Siobhan know I'd be back in a few weeks. I was staying at a cottage my company had secure for me and while it was well away from town and secluded, the rustic nature of its location helped me relax after my daily chores in the city. With a holiday coming up I was looking forward to a three day weekend there as I drove to my new home away from home, thinking I would build a nice fire, make some sweet tea and just relax as I read a book. But I was also planning on calling Lynn later just to hear her voice. The weather was warm here during the day and the air was refreshing as I pulled onto the road almost there, and that's when I caught the aroma of smoke from a chimney. It just made me want to hurry so I could fire up the hearth myself, but as I pulled onto the driveway, I noticed that the smoke was coming from my cottage. I didn't know who had been inside but I was about to fine out. I swung open the door and there by the fireplace, standing but facing away from me was a figure of a women I thought I recognized, the shape of her back, the long legs and shapely ass, the style and color of her hair, and as she turned and looked over her shoulder, her mouth in a cross between a smile and a grin but seductive nonetheless and her eyes deep and erotic, my heart skipped a beat and as she said, "hello Dominic" in her British accent that I had heard so many times over the static of the internet, I knew this vision of beauty before me was Siobhan, and my knees went weak for a moment. I didn't know how this was happening but I was so overwhelmed I stood there gawking until she came over, handed me a drink and took my hand. She felt so warm and soft and the look of her smile and eyes caused a stirring I wasn't prepared for and looking down she noticed and smiled that certain smile again that didn't help at all. We settled on the couch, feeling the warmth of the fire and began talking, many things we already knew about each other but said it all again. At some point I took her hand in mind and as we sat facing each other, I reached out and touched her hair, she closed her eyes and made a sound that let me know she enjoyed my touch. And as she placed her hand on my thigh, slightly using her fingertips to stroke my thigh, my own eyes closed for a moment and my mind ran wild with desire. It had been such a long time since I had touched a women in this way, I wanted to take my time and soak in everything, so as we let each other know by touch that we both had a desire for more, we talked some more. She told me that Lynn and she had been wanting to meet for a long time and decided that using my trip would be the perfect time and that she had arrived this evening, early in the day and that Lynn would be arriving in the morning. This was all news to me but happy news indeed. The thought of both of these ladies, both of whom I had shared special moments with on the internet caused me to once again become hard, and again Siobhan took notice and let her hand move up to cover my hardness. I looked deep into her eyes and saw that we both wanted the same thing, needed it. I drew her too me and gently kissed her eyes, softly moving my lips down her cheek, feeling her breath shorten as I softly kissed her lips, then feeling them part as our tongues probed and explored each others. I cupped her head in my hand, feeling the texture of her hair as we kissed deeply till I felt lightheaded, only then did we draw apart, and smiled at each other. I removed her shoes, gently rubbing her feet till she began to remove her blouse, seeing her breasts come into view, her erect nipples straining the material or her lace bra make my cock jump. I removed her slacks and as they slide over her hips, I could see the wetness of her white lacy panties and the hint of the sweet lips of her pussy. I stood up taking her with me and as we stood facing each other, my hands explored her hair, her face, her soft back and arms, trailing to her heaving breasts where I took her firm nipples between my fingers, rolling them till she moaned. She unbuckled my pants and they fell to the floor, my cock now pressing into her lower stomach, she reached for me and took me in her hand, stroking me till I was about to cum, but knowing that I didn't want to yet, not until I pleased her, I pulled back and eased her down till she was sitting at the edge of the cushion, then kneeling between her legs I stroked her thighs, feeling the firmness under my hands. She was a runner and her legs were strong but soft and parted at my urging as my fingers played over her skin, getting closer and then backing away. I could see she was getting wetter and I wanted to taste her, but resisted not only for her pleasure but that of mine. I kissed her knees and slowly kissed my way up her thighs, first one side then the other, her skin hot on my tongue, the heat of her pussy and her scent was driving me wild with desire and as I let my fingers dance over her lips, trailing between them and brushing her clit, she shuddered and pushed up towards me. With one hand under her cupping her cheeks I let me fingers slide again between her lips and then eased one into her. She responded with a loud moan and was bringing her ass off the cushion, wanting to feel more, and I lowered my mouth to her, letting my tongue slide up and down, flicking her clit as I kept sliding a finger deep inside her, she was dripping wet and tasted so good. She scooted even closer to the edge to give me all of her and spread her legs wide, rocking her hips as my tongue pushed deep inside. Siobhan has what I call a pretty pussy. Her Lips well defined, the color a bright pink but yet a ruby red as her desire built, and her juices were flowing soaking my face and chin, which made me very hard, and wanting more. I eased another finger into her and turned my hand so I could rub her bump of nerves known as the g-spot to most, and as I rubbed harder she began to shake and drive up into me and was soon cumming harder than she ever had, her wetness rushing out only to be lapped up by my tongue until she said I had to stop it, it was just to intense. I kissed my way up her stomach, lingering at her nipples when she took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, licking her own wetness off my lips and face, and the sounds she made again made me aware of the hardness between my own legs, but she recovered fast and pushed me back to where I was sitting as she had moments before, kneeling between my legs she took my cock in her hand, pumping me firmly, milking precum to the tip where she lowered her tongue and flicked my head then pulling back, a tiny thread of my wetness still on her tongue and my cock, then she engulfed me, sucking me hard while pumping me till I thought I was about to cum and my cock grew thicker till I thought it would burst, then she slowed, drawing it out. Siobhan got up and lowered herself facing me onto my cock, in total control now and that was fine my me, she eased down partially then back up, each time lowering yet more till I was in her all the way. She sat there a moment then began to rock slowly then moving up and down, the tightness of her pussy starting to clamp down on me, and I did my best not to explode right then but when she took her tits and brought her nipples up to her lips, her tongue reaching out to flick her own nipples, then taking them one at a time between her lips, sucking them, I couldn't hold in anymore and I reached forward, taking her hips in my hands as she drove up and down on me again and again till I felt myself begin to cum, it was so powerful and such volume she came with me as I emptied my hot cum deep inside her. After we regained control over our breathing, I pulled her to me and held her close for what seemed forever. I suggested a shower to clean up and after that and a light snack we laid down to sleep in the king sized bed, me holding her close with her back to me and my arms holding her breast. I slept like I hadn't in years and I must have been dreaming because I could hear Siobhan talking to someone and it was one of those dreams that's so real you could even feel and smell things. Siobhan wore a scent that was very light and appealing to me, but I was sensing another mixed with hers, something very erotic about it and there was soft laughter and giggles, and it felt so real I think I became hard. I awoke thinking I was having a wet dream, until I saw in the glow of the fire that was still burning in the other room and the soft light from the hall, that there was another person here, and Siobhan was no longer in my arms. Siobhan was in the arms of someone else, and they were kissing with a passion I had never seen before, and their hands were flying over each other and it was a moment before I realized she was holding another women, kissing her, stroking her, making love with her. They both looked over and I heard Lynn say, "Morning Dominic, I got in early, sit back and enjoy", and they resumed their play. Having a desire to be with two women or at least be present with two had been a desire of mine for as long as I could remember, but here it was, and it was beautiful to see. They knew exactly how to touch one another, where and for how long. As they moved onto the bed beside me, I turned on a table lamp and watched as their fingers and tongues explored each other. There was a softness to them that can only be seen if there, and when Lynn produced some toys she had brought, it was like I didn't know anything on giving pleasure as I watched her insert them into Siobhan, the angles and speed in which she fucked her with them, I knew I was learning something here and paid lose attention. After Lynn had Siobhan dripping wet she lowered her tongue to her pussy and ate her as if starved, covering herself with cum, then at last Lynn moved over to me, offering me Siobhan's juices to me to lick off her lips and face, then we kissed our first kiss which lasted for days it seemed, my hands touching her face, her hair, I was in heaven. At one point Lynn fell onto my chest and screamed with pleasure, and that's when I noticed Siobhan had moved behind her and was fucking her with a vibrator while pushing a finger into her ass which must have felt good because Lynn began to shake with her whole body, biting my chest and stroking my cock so hard it almost hurt as she came again and again under the hands and tongue of Siobhan. They got into a sixty-nine position and both began licking each other while using soft dildos at the same time and it didn't take too long till they were both screaming as the climaxed. They recovered and smiled at me which made my cock leap and they stood up on the bed as they mover over to straddle me. Siobhan held Lynn's hands as she helped her down as she squatted onto my cock and began rocking, then Lynn held Siobhan as she lowered her pussy down to my waiting tongue. This allowed me to not only lick and push my tongue deep into her soaked pussy, I was able to lick her ass and probe it with my finger, which she seemed to like. They reached forward, touching each others breasts, pinching nipples, licking and sucking each other until I felt my climax building, first deep in my feet, then spreading up my legs, and Lynn move off my cock as it reached my balls and took me deep into her mouth. Siobhan leaned over and began pumping my shaft while Lynn was sucking the head, and as I began to cum, they each trying to get what they could, then kissed, sharing my hot cum with each other, licking me clean and each other. They moved up on either side of me and I just held them both tight while they laid their head on my shoulder, and I tried to think what I had done to deserve this, and there was no answer, sometimes things just happen and were not supposed to know the whys, just accept it and cherish is. The rest of the weekend was filled not only with some of the best sex I've ever had and maybe ever will, but one thing is for certain, never again will I take the internet for granted, and you just never know what a simple hello to someone far away will result in, and it can happen is a moment. A Moment Alone Finally a moment alone I thought as I plopped down on my unmade bed. I had lunch in the oven and a load of laundry was going in the washer, I could hear the water filling the washer tub from where I sat on the bed. I let myself fall back onto my pillows with my legs half hanging off the side of the bed and closed my eyes. True to form thoughts of you begin to fill my mind and I let them wash over me as my hands absently wander to my already hardening nipples. What a wonder it is to be a woman and the thrill that comes from exciting a man and watching or feeling his hardness grow betraying his thoughts. I closed my eyes and relived last night. How while relaxing after dinner I had let my fingers graze over my nipples instantly making them hard as I stared hard at you until I caught your eye. You had let your hands wander to your thighs and then moved them up to your growing hardness, knowing I was watching, mesmerized by your movements. I watched you unbutton your pants and slowly move your zipper down as you let your eyes connect with mine and a subtle smile play on your lips. You reached into your pants and came out with the mushroom head of your manhood in your hand and I watched as you touched the tip and gently stroked yourself hard in front of me. How erotic you are, and how you send my fantasies soaring in my mind. You pushed your pants down lower to give yourself more access and used both hands, one massaging your sacs while the other slowly stroked your hardness. I slumped down in my own chair and let my hand slip under the material of my blouse and searched out the already hard nipples as I watched you. Reliving all this again in my mind as I lay back remembering I began to repeat last night's movements. My hand still massaging and pinching the hardened nipples as I continued to relive how exciting you are and how well you know what turns me on. We kept on touching ourselves in full view of the other, each getting more excited as we watched how well our hands knew our own bodies. A man stroking and touching himself has always excited me and you're fully aware of that fact. Foreplay without ever touching. You pull your fully erect member to your stomach and stroke upwards while rolling your sacs around in your other hand and touching the sensitive area beneath them. You let your eyes close and your head go back as you let your mind wander and a slow grumble comes from your throat instantly moving my hands from my nipples to the soft warm hair beneath my pants. I let my fingers wander through the trimmed hair, parting the moist lips I find waiting for my touch. Last night I had only my hands but today laying back on the bed I also have my favorite toy nearby and I sit up to reach for it. I yank my pants down to my knees to free up my legs which I let fall apart as I begin to circle the opening with the head of the cold toy and let my thoughts wander back to last evening and how you looked as you stroked yourself in front of me. The thought of you sends a chill up my back and I feel my wetness grow in response. I let my toy push through the resistance I feel at the opening of my warm tunnel and gasp slightly as my toy plunges deep inside me. I can push the toy inside me all the way and then rotate it slightly while touching my clit with the thumb of that same hand, leaving my other hand free to fondle both breasts. I wish you were watching now and I close my eyes again reliving last night in my mind's eye. Each of us watching the other and getting more excited as we touch our most sensitive parts in front of one another, not a word spoken between us. I remember standing up and pushing my pants down to my ankles so your view will be better as I open my legs for you to see where my fingers are dancing and pushing two fingers inside myself then pulling them out to rub furiously at my tender clit. My toy comes out a little with my muscles involuntarily squeezing and I hold it in to the best of my ability while my thumb continues to rub. The toy is curved to rub on my G-spot and it does it's job well making my hips move into each movement of my own hand. I never try to hold back and I feel myself reaching the edge in what seems like no time at all. I hear your moaning last night again in my ears and that excites me even more, recalling how you had pumped as your cum squirted out through your fingers making your eyes get a far away look in them and moan your pleasure. When you moan it sends tingles through my entire body making me cum knowing the pleasure you're feeling. Laying here now is no different, and as I recall your moans of pleasure I'm pushed over the edge once again and the toy adds to the pleasure I feel making me moan out loud and gasp loudly. The waves continue for quite some time wracking my body with convulsions that slowly subside. I let the toy slip from inside me, a smile on my face now and lay there for a moment before getting back to my household chores. I can't wait till you get home this evening, what new adventure shall we enjoy together? A Moment Alone You have been on my mind for hours. All I can think about is last night. Sometimes I wonder if you realize what you do to me. Do you know that the sound of your voice can make my knees weak? When you whisper in my ear, I am almost instantly wet thinking about us. When I saw you last night, I could tell you appreciated the dress I wore. Your eyes traveled over me quickly but often returned to linger on my breasts as I had hoped they would. When you leaned in close to tell me something I could smell your cologne and beneath...your distinctive scent. Clean, fresh and masculine. Sensual, sexual, primal. Even if we only get to hug goodnight that scent lingers on me long enough to drive me to distraction. It's the odor that fills my nostrils as I press my fingers against my clit and grind against my hand until I climax. You fill my senses with such an intensity it's overwhelming sometimes. Talking with you last night was a delight. Pressing myself against you I can feel your body melt against me just slightly. Your arm presses against my breast and when I lean in to inhale your scent, you take a sharp breath and I can feel my pulse race. Casually, I trail my fingertips down your neck caressing the soft hairs at the nape of your neck. When you shiver I give a naughty smile and wink. Looking at you, I lick my lips and the intensity of your gaze hits me like a blaze. I bite my lip and turn away. After a little while I feel nails trailing down my back and it's my turn to shiver. I squeeze my thighs together and I feel myself growing wet at your touch. Such a simple but intense sensation. You reach up and caress my hair then wrap it around your fingers and tug. My knees go weak. My pulse is now pounding in my throat. My imagination runs wild. "I want you more than I can say right now," I whisper in your ear, close enough that my breath tickles you slightly. You smile a soft smile of regret but continue to toy with my hair. I shiver now and then at the contact. Sitting down on the stool I let my skirt ride up enough that my ass is bare against the wood. I grind against it and when you lean down again you whisper, "There's a small private deck out back. Why don't you meet me there about five minutes?" I smile up at you and nod cautiously. I'm not quite sure if you mean it. When you slip away a few minutes later, I know I need to trust you. I whisper to a friend that I am not feeling well. I hurry off in the direction of the restroom, then veer right when I am out of sight. I meander towards the deck hoping it's deserted for us. When I get outside, a warm, moist breeze hits my face. It's refreshing after the chill of the air conditioning. My eyes adjust to the darkness and I see you alone standing by the rail. "Come here," you say quietly. I obey. I always obey. Any other option is immediately rejected by my mind, my desire. As I near you, I see you have your pants unzipped and your cock is in your hand. You are pulling on it slightly, distractedly. You lick your lips and I am fascinated. I have wanted nothing more than to kiss you all night. You lean into me and press your face into my neck. Breathing deeply, you again mold your body into mine. Your mouth opens against my throat and begins to gently kiss and nibble me. I moan softly and you bite down a little harder. Taking ahold of my hair you pull me away from you and stare into my eyes. Your lips gently touch mine, and you open your mouth to me. Your tongue tentatively explores my lips and seeks out my tongue. I yield to you, completely mesmerized by you. Your mouth becomes rougher and savages my lips, taking...wanton. The hand in my hair tightens as you grasp my head and fuck your tongue into my mouth, moving my head in time with your thrusts. I break away, panting. Your hand still strokes your shaft. Your cock seems unreal to me. I hunger to feel it inside me. In my mouth, stroking between my thighs. I crave the feel and taste of it. "On your knees," you say softly. I reverently fall to my knees and I reach forward to stroke and taste you. "No. No, not yet. Shhh. Soon. If you're good." I whimper, my desire is so strong. I feel drugged. I watch as you stroke yourself right next to my cheek. You reach up and untie the halter top of my dress and as it falls away in the night air, your free hand reaches down to caress me. I cup your hand in mine. Again you softly tell me no, and you remove your belt and tenderly take my hands and bind them behind my back. You are stroking in earnest now and I can see your body shudders, wanting release. You let go of your cock and approach me. Your hands both roam through my hair, caressing then gripping tightly again. "Fight me," you whisper. I begin to shake my head as your cock nears my face. You grasp my hair and press your cock against my lips. I push them tightly together and you cannot gain entrance. Your shaft is huge and throbbing against my mouth. I want to taste you so badly but I will not disobey. I turn my head from you and you grasp my hair even more tightly. You crouch down and lick my lips then my nipples. They feel cold and hard in the night air. Your fingers release my hair and pinch my nipples. I cry out softly. Placing your hand over my mouth, you move around behind me and rub your cock in my hair. Your fingers pry my mouth open and you slide your middle finger against my tongue. Your finger fucks my mouth as your other hand wraps my hair around your cock and you fist yourself again. In an instant I feel your body shudder again and you stop... Walking around to stand in front of me again, I can tell how close to climax you were. Your face is flushed, your eyes dark, your breath coming quickly. This time when you grasp my hair and press your cock against my lips, I feel your fingers pry my mouth open and you press your cock inside. I don't suck you. I don't move. I barely breathe. You begin to rock against the roof of my mouth, occasionally reaching down to pinch my nipples. You wrap two fingers around the base of your cock as you pillage my mouth. Occasionally, you remove your shaft and press it against my cheek or my breast. You take a hold of my shoulders and lay me down on my back. My hips are arched over my bound hands and you lift my skirt up. Your finger tips explore me and can feel how aroused I am. So very wet for you. Desiring you. You straddle me and press your cock against my lips. "Suck my cock, precious one," you say as you lean into me. Enthusiastically I grasp your cock between my lips. My mouth is warm and wet on you. I use the little bit of leverage I have to slide all the way down your shaft. In a moment you are stroking into my mouth quickly and you push my head to the ground and slide into my throat as you climax. I swallow for you, and you moan audibly. I look up at you and watch the blissful expression on your face. I pull back slowly and caress your thighs. "We should be getting back," I whisper. A Moment Before Heaven A MOMENT BEFORE HEAVEN London braced itself again as high above the drone of the German bombers became more insistent. The sirens had been sounding for half an hour giving everyone plenty of time to get to a shelter. Henry Watson had just managed to close his shop in Hackney Road and scamper down Cambridge Heath road to the underground as the first bombs fell. It was mid October 1940 and the bombers had been coming over every night since early September. East London was taking a hammering because of the nearby docks and many small industrial factories in the area. Bethnall Green had been heavily hit, even in Parmiter Road where Henry lived. As Henry reached the lower level he was greeted by a near neighbour Fred Smailes who saw him arrive. "Wotcher 'enry, left it a bleeding bit last minute haven'ch." grinned Fred. "Ah gotta give them Jerries summit to aim at don't I." responded Henry with a lopsided grin. "Some chance mate, them buggers don't give a sod wot they 'it. Never mind, me and Marge kept you a space." said Fred. "Wotcher Marge." greeted Henry. "'ello love, how yer been?" smiled Marge and her look made Henry's heart flip flop. He had always been sweet on her, ever since school days but when he had gone to learn about running his grocery shop, Fred had hopped in and married her. Henry flopped down next to her in the space they had kept for him. The Underground was pretty full tonight so although he knew most people there from school and as customers, most of them had their kids there and they could get pretty noisy. The ground suddenly shook as a bomb burst nearby and showers of dust rained down on everyone. This was followed by another close hit and Marge grabbed his arm in alarm. He allowed her to snuggle closer for a while and when it went quiet again they laid themselves out on the blanket Marge had brought. She had also brought a cushion for Henry as well. "Wonder how long this lot will stay?" asked Fred. "As long as their fuel lasts I expect." said Henry. " But they might have another lot already on its way." "Oh well, better settle in for a doze then." said Fred and proceeded to settle himself with his back to Marge. It was pretty quiet for about 15 minutes and people began to settle in to sleep. They could still hear faint explosions away to the west. Fred was soon snoring and Marge turned over to face Henry. "You awake love." she whispered. "I am chuck -- what's on your mind then?" Henry whispered back. "Was wondering how you're coping since you lost Anne last month?" Marge asked softly. "Not well love. She was a big part of our business and my life. It's lonely without her and hard to stay focussed now she's gone." Henry replied sadly. Marge leant over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Well love just let me know if there is anything I can do for you. Shudn't be saying but, I still have a fancy for you. Don't know why I married Fred; I should have waited till you came back." "Thanks Marge, I still love you too but with Anne gone so recent and sudden, it don't seem right somehow." Henry murmured. "Never mind love, things have a way of sorting themselves out." Marge said and then held him tight in a passionate cuddle. He could feel himself beginning to respond because it felt good to be held by a woman again. Anne hadn't been one for passion or even love making. She was always too busy organizing things to be bothered by that side of life. So he just settled for enjoying the cuddles until he fell asleep. He didn't hear the second wave of bombers arrive and only woke when Marge kissed him and said "Time to go home love, the all clear has sounded." He joined the exodus from the underground and like them was astounded by the mass destruction of nearby buildings, the fires that had started and the noise of the fire engines and ambulances arriving. His flat in Parmiter St was just across the road and despite a couple of near misses was still intact. He spent about an hour helping to rescue an elderly couple from their ruined flat across the road then finally about 2:30 am climbed into bed. Sleep was what he needed but his mind was full of Marge. Like most folk around here she was of mixed background though he had no idea of her heritage. She had been born here in the East End and he had known her since she was about 5 years old. He was only a few years older than her at 38. She had grown into a very attractive woman about 5 feet 6 inches tall with raven hair and big breasts. He agonized for a long time about his feelings for her and his guilt that with Anne's death from a direct bomb hit on the bus she was travelling in, he was already thinking about another woman. No, that wasn't right; he was thinking about someone who had been part of his growing up years. Someone that had taken him from boyhood to manhood all those years ago and whom he had almost married. And it was his best friend who had stepped in and nabbed her. Remembering that he had to go to the Head Office tomorrow he finally fell asleep. Next day he got up as usual and arrived to find the store intact although a bit wet inside from the fire fighters trying to put out a blaze in the factory next door. With the assistance of Carl and Brian, his counter staff, they got the place cleaned up in time for Henry to catch the Tube into town. The centre of London was a blazing heap of rubble and although a bomb had gone off in the street in front of the Head Office, it seemed that only the windows that suffered damage. He joined a whole group of other franchise owners for the meeting and they all went to the nearest pub for a snack and a pint. Luckily he had brought his wallet with a few quid but having heard of Anne's death he hardly had to put his hand in his pocket all night. Everyone was very conscious of the regularity of the Blitz so proceedings were cut short in time to allow everyone to get home. However they had not allowed sufficient time as the first bombers arrived. Everyone scampered for the nearest air raid shelter where they spent an uncomfortable night. Whilst Henry had endured many nights in a shelter tonight's attack was close and very ferocious. No one knew that the German's were so frustrated by their inability to bring England to its knees that the Blitz would be over in about 10 days time. This night was the 60th successive raid on London and one of the most damaging. When they finally emerged from the shelter it was like daylight outside. Fires were raging throughout London, lighting up the sky in every direction. Roads lay full of rubble, dead bodies and water from the ineffectual efforts of the fire brigade to cope with the worst blazes. Fortunately Head Office had once again escaped so temporary accommodation was created in the basement. Two days later Henry made his way back to Bethnall Green in a taxi provided by the company. What was usually a 20 minute drive took 4 hours as they were directed along a limited route to their destination. The devastation everywhere was enormous and Henry was beginning to wonder if he could keep his store open without supplies being able to be delivered. This was the primary reason for the meeting at Head Office. On his arrival Carl said "Bad news Guv, your flat got wiped out last night along with about 15 others. Looked like Parmiter Road was a primary target for some reason or other. Fred told me about you trying to be the target the other night, so reckon they came to get ya. Sad thing is Fred's in horspital with a broken back. Tried to save some lads when a wall fell on 'im." "What about his wife Marge -- is she OK?" asked Henry. "Yep, she's over at the horspital by Old Ford Road." replied Carl. "She said you will need a place to stay and there's a spare bed at their place in Minerva Street. Oy, wait a minute, that's just across the road so that'll be handy for work." "Carl, can you take over while I shoot up to see Fred. Won't be more than a few jiffy's OK." said Henry, making for the door. Not waiting for a reply he grabbed the delivery bike and set off up Bishops Way, veering down Bonner Road to enter the hospital through the delivery doors at the rear. He found out which ward Fred was in from the nurse at reception but she cautioned him "Mr Smailes is in a bad way and not conscious at the moment." He dashed up the stairs to the second floor and ran along the corridor to the ward. Several nurses cautioned him to be quiet along his journey, so he slowed his pace. Just as he reached the ward, Marge came out crying, assisted by a nurse. "He's gorn , he's gorn and died." she whimpered. Henry dashed around her to find Fred lying in the bed as though asleep. For the first time in his life he noticed that Fred finally had a peaceful look on his face. He walked over to the bed and leant over Fred saying very quietly "You was me best mate Fred, now look at what you gone and done. Made yourself a bloody hero then get's conkered. This war is hell mate, too many getting knocked off but I figured we would see it through. Oh Shit mate who'm I going to play darts with now? " As tears trickled down his face he said "Marge is going to put me up seein as how my place got blown apart, so I'll do me best to look after her for you. OK? Bye Fred, you were a good un." He took a quick look round and as no one was watching he bent down and kissed his mate on the forehead. He joined Marge in the waiting room, trying to dry his eyes and maintain the image of self reliance, but seeing her red eyes he softened and took her in an embrace. They stood there quietly crying together until she said "He weren't perfect my Fred but he gave me some fun times and never abused me. Don't expect you can ask for more than that in a husband." "He was good to you Marge and I forgot my jealousy over you many years ago. He was too good a mate to let that fester in me. Now we have both lost our partners to those damned Jerries. Let's hope we can beat them soon so we can get back to a normal life." "Come on love," said Marge," we got to arrange his funeral and then get home before bombing starts again. You got my message about staying at my place?" "Thanks Marge. There's nowhere else I'd rather be at this time, so long as we don't exhaust ourselves crying over our loss." "Won't happen chuck, we understand each other after all these years and no good comes from crying over spilt milk." was Marge's unusual reply. They went down to reception and made enquires about Fred's funeral. Because there had been so many deaths they were advised the hospital could arrange a cremation on the premises and there was a chapel where they could hold a service along the corridor. It seemed somewhat callous but was the most practical solution during these difficult times. When they arrived at Marge's place she showed him the spare room and admonished him for the look he gave her. "You can't share my bed yet, at least not till after Fred is taken care of. Then we can take time to get reacquainted." Henry had little option but to accept the conditions she had just laid down and agreed to himself that after being patient for so many years, a few more days wouldn't hurt him. For the next few days he was extremely busy arranging an inflow of stock and took the day off for Fred's funeral service. It was like a school reunion at the service in the Hospital Chapel but there were many missing. The German's bombs had decimated the ranks of his school time friends. He and Marge were the last to leave. The stoicism of their friends was beginning to show through. This was not a time for maudling pity -- many had been through this before with family losses. They finally arrived back to Minerva Street and Marge put on the kettle for a cuppa. They were both quietly reliving their mutual memories when Marge said "I want you in my arms love -- I need a bit of comforting. Everything has happened so suddenly I am still shaky. I'm not ready for sex, just hold me please." And she finally allowed her grief to pour out in tears as Henry held her close with her head on his shoulder. Over the next three days Henry stayed clear of Marge's bed, giving her time to come to terms with her loss. But finally in early November, as the bombing raids lessened in strength, Marge took Henry's hand and said "I'm ready for you now love -- come and sleep with me tonight." Henry was elated that the time had finally arrived for him to reclaim his lost love. He had a bath and a shave before making his way to her room. She was sitting in bed stark naked from the waist up. Henry could never have imagined how she had transformed into such a gorgeous goddess with her full, red tipped breasts just asking to be played with. He discarded his pyjamas and knelt on the side of the bed, trying to hide his erection as he put out a hand to fondle her left breast. "Oh no you don't - don't you dare try and hide that from me." she squealed with laughter and put out her hand to grasp his manhood. "You have no idea how many times in my life I have thought about this great cock of yours. Fred's was only half this size and I have dreamt often about having you fully inside me. Not like the first time we did it when you only just got the head inside me before you blew your load." Henry tried to hide his astonishment at this revelation. "I didn't know that love -- might have been a major case of adultery if I had." he blurted out. "Don't think it didn't enter my mind nearly every day." she pouted. "I know he was yer best mate but he couldn't screw a woman properly to save his life. I'm hoping you have improved from your first performance." she laughed. "If I get anywhere near me imagination all these years it could be fun" he replied as he lowered his mouth to her nipple. She held his head at her breast as he suckled her nipple. "That's a good boy, suck mummy's tit sweetheart." Marge said as she arched her back to push her boob fuller into his face. "Oh god that feels so good." she muttered but Henry wasn't sure if she was referring to his efforts or to her own flaying of his rigid cock with her hand. What she was doing felt wonderful but he was mindful of her wish for him to have improved his technique so he took his mind away from it. His knees were starting to protest so he pulled back the covers in order to slide in alongside her. He couldn't help noticing the carefully trimmed bush of raven coloured hair forming a perfect triangle pointing down to her cunt. He slid one hand down to it as he moved alongside her. His fingers found the hair patch on her prominent pubic mound and he began to curl his fingers through it. Marge took a sudden intake of breath as he confidently allowed his hand to move down and encompass her womanhood. It was already sticky and hot so he had no hesitation in sliding a finger along the prominent outer lips. They seemed to open to his touch as Marge lifted her pelvis. His finger slid easily into the warmth and wetness and he marvelled at the velvety feel inside her vagina. She was busy running her finger along his anal crack and almost made him come as he felt a small finger enter his anus. He gasped but gritted his teeth to stop from exploding. His finger had penetrated quite deep and he moved his thumb over her little rosebud anal entrance. It was her turn to gasp and as he began a simulated fuck with his finger she started to hump her hips. Marge said quietly "Can you do that with your tongue darling man. I have never had it done to me before and some of my friends say it is wonderful." So Henry slid down her body and started to lick at her pussy lips, slowly increasing the tempo and every now and then sticking his tongue as deep as it would go. Every time he did that Marge let out a gentle whimper of pleasure and pushed her mound harder into his face. He moved his tongue up to her clit and began to tease it with little flicks until it extended out. Then he put his mouth over her whole entrance and began to suck her clit. Marge let out a huge sigh and began to buck into his face. "Oh bloody hell that is amazing and I-I-I'm coming." "Oh fuck that is so good -- nnnnnnnh." she moaned as she reached her climax. Her body was bucking hard and Henry looked up to see her tits bouncing in rhythm to her gyrations. He pulled himself up onto her body, took one nipple into his mouth and she guided his cock towards her vagina entrance. His head was saturated with pre-come but she was so wet he was able to thrust his cock deep into her pussy and begin to ride her with harder and faster thrusts. Marge was keeping pace and already riding another climactic wave. They came together, rocking into each other as he felt the spurts exploding from his cock. He could also feel the ripples as her vagina alternately squeezed and released around his length. "Oh darling that was heaven." said Marge just as a Heinkel HE 111 was shot down and crashed into the house, killing them both instantly. A Moment For Them Alone It was something that neither of them ever expected. But as with all things in fate, when the time is right, there is no stopping it. They had known each other for years. Yet their was never the trigger that launched an 'affair', not even the knowledge that the desire was there. That is until this point. Once that line had been crossed, there erupted passion that had been simmering within both of them for years. Unspoken, for the longest time, unknown, but it was there as sure as there is a sky. They had been careful, meeting in brief encounters, speaking in short phone conversations. But it was on-line, with the wall of the internet separating them that their true feeling became revealed. That separation, that net of safety was the thing that let their guards down. It also served to fuel their fire. Stoking a personal ache, a desire for contact, intimate contact that they both lacked and deeply needed. They both knew that this was most dangerous. Neither was free to explore the other as they knew they needed to. Their real encounters were brief, fleeting, cramped and perhaps somewhat reckless. But in those stolen moments they touched that pool of desire that they both wanted to immerse themselves in. Now had come the moment that they had dreamed of, desired and planned for. A place of their own, however briefly, where the fear of being discovered was gone. Where they could be who they were for a few hours, there would be no outside world, there would be no job, no responsibilities, and there would be nothing except them. He had arrived first, a motel, average was the room, it was a motel after all. Clean enough, but out of the way, which at this point was the highest priority. Booked under an assumed name and paid in cash, the room would cease to exist after they left. He hadn't been there but perhaps 10 minutes when there was a knock at the door. He opened and there she stood, almost startled. Their eyes meet and they just stared for what seemed forever. He opened the door further and she entered. She turned to him to say something, but she was interrupted with an embrace and a kiss that made her forget any conversations she had planned. They kissed as never before, alone in darkened room, no world to see them. This has happened a million times in the course of human history, it will happen a million more, but this was their moment. They kissed with passion. They kissed with tenderness. Their bodies crushed against one another. They knew what was going to happen, they savored every moment. Coats disappeared first. Hands explored the others body. Breathing quickened. It had begun. Passion suddenly unleashed itself. Like a floodgate opening emotion consumed them. He pressed her up against the wall of the room, their tongues writhing across a void of lust. She felt him grinding at her waist, his arousal filling his pants. A sensation caught her off guard a moment, a tingle, a brief brush against her thigh, then suddenly under her skirt, his hand cupping her mound. He buried his head into her neck as he furiously pulled at her underwear as if it were an enemy to be vanquished. His hand was dripping with her moisture as is found it's way past the silken gate. A wave of sensations shot through her as a finger suddenly penetrated into her pussy. She pushed back now, grabbing the hair on the back of his head, kissing his neck, the other hand pulling at his belt. He pulled his hand from within her and in a motion smooth as a dancer he scooped her off her feet and collapsed with her onto the bed. A shoe came off, then the other. She somehow suddenly didn't care that the zipper broke as the skirt seemed to remove itself in one simple motion. With strength that she didn't knew she possessed she twisted her body and the pair suddenly changed positions now with her on top. There was the briefest of pauses as the eyes met. She smiled the little girl smile that she always used to tease him. To distract him. She stared at him as she slid down rubbing her breasts across his pants as she went. He moved to sit up, but she pushed back, still smiling. The belt seemed to undo it'self, as did his fly. Looking up at him again she grabbed his pants at the hips and pulled. Suddenly his aroused manhood appeared. He lifted him self with his elbows as her eyes looked up at him from below his waist. That smile again, that look as she turned her attention downward. There were no inhibitions. They understood what was going to happen. Both had agreed to shower just prior to their arrival, there would be nothing to stop them from enjoying each other completely. She pulled his pants down to his ankles and spread open his legs. Without looking up she began to kiss the base of his erect cock, teasing, tasting, savoring the scent of him. She licked his balls and took them into her mouth, her tongue teasing and tasting like they were candy. He fell back and sighed. A slight moan passed his lips as he put his had on the back of her head and pulled her face closer. She was stroking him now as she licked and sucked. Over and under, lifting his balls and kissing underneath, biting gently, all the while stroking. She moved up suddenly and kissed his stomach, looking to see him enjoying every second. She looked back at the head of his cock, slightly moist from its excitement; her thumb ran back and forth across the top. She took him into her mouth and began to suck hard. His breathing turned into moans as she swallowed all she could, stroking and sucking. Her hands teasing his balls as she bobbed her head fucking him with her mouth. He pulled her head up suddenly and again the kissed passionately; Clothing was coming off fast and furiously until the both rolled across the bed completely naked together for the first time. A moment that seemed like a year passed over him; She was a mature woman, with a beauty and softness that could never be attained by a 18 year old. She was aware of her body and herself. Her large heavy breasts were perfect for her figure, round and soft yet they maintained a beautiful shape, especially when she laid on her back. He beheld her totally for the first time, skin that he'd dreamed of tasting, lay before him, and she wished him there with her, there was no greater complement. He laid her back, finding a pillow for her head. He sat up a moment and began to spread he legs open. Wider he spread them until she was totally exposed before him. He began kissing her stomach as their hands intertwined. Slowly he moved down kissing to the border of where her dark hair began to mark of boundary of womanhood. He reveled in the scent of her, a smell unique to women, strong, desirable. He kissed the top of her mound, teasing with his lips. She began to grind in anticipation of the moment. Then he kissed her clitoris, a wave shot through her as her hands nearly pulled the hair from his head. He began sucking and licking, his tongue probing the opening into her then flattening as he drew up across her clit. Again and again he circled and sucked, licked and kissed her soft pussy. She had begun stroking him again as he changed positions. She pulled him on top of her and began to suck his cock again. He wrapped his arms over the backs of her upper thighs and spread her wide, his hands on her ass cheeks curving her back, bringing her pussy up. She was sucking and licking furiously as was he. Suddenly, with out warning his tongue brushed across her taboo area. It was as if she had been hit by lightning. It was the reaction he had hoped for. Again he brushed across her ass with his tongue. Again, she shuddered, breathing heavy as her face was pressed against his balls. He knew that this would be an extraordinary moment. Slowly he began to circle her ass with his tongue, touching, teasing, and licking across it in broad strokes back and forth. The sensations were so intense she was forgetting to breath. Never before has she experienced anything like this. Now he was licking from her clit, across her lips to her ass and back. He would circle it, press his tongue into it and run back across her clit. She could do nothing but breath at this moment. Hanging on to him for dear life. She wanted him now. She pulled his hair and pushed at his hips to change his position. "Fuck me" That was all she needed to say. He turned and kissed her, she returned the kiss and that feeling erupted through them as his cock penetrated the outer lips and plunged deep within her. She gasped as her deepest being expanded to take him in. For a moment they froze there, shaking. They had been here before, but it was always hurried, cramped, rushed, never like this. Then with a motion that comes from the most primal being, they began to move. Slowly at first, grinding, sliding nearly all the way out and plunging back into her. They began to build momentum. Kissing, trying to breathe, moaning as waves of sheer pleasure shoot through their loins. Whispers of phrases exchanged from the lips, so low that only they could have heard them had there been anyone listening. Passion grew and the motion became strong and furious. Twice they nearly fell off the bed, laughing at themselves then falling back into the well of passion again. As they moved, his stroke caused him to withdraw completely. As he moved to enter her again she, without knowing it, arched her pelvis and suddenly his cock pushed at her ass. She stopped a moment, breathing in suddenly, almost a gasp. She looked up at him as he looked back. Both of them labored for breath, Her chest heaved searching for air, the sweat covering them and the room smelling like fucking. She closed her eyes a moment and reached around, grabbing his cock, teasing herself with it. She placed it against her asshole, and gently she pushed outwards with it. He looked straight into her eyes as she smiled that smile. He pushed forward slowly. Her body resisted the act, but his pressure was slow and constant. That, mixed with their wetness was all it took. Suddenly all barriers gave way and he entered her ass. He pushed forward into her body had accepted him totally. Again they started to fuck. Her ass was so very tight; the sensation was completely different from her pussy. She felt the changes as he moved, pulling out and pushing into her taboo area. Waves began building as they fucked in her ass. She could feel the beginnings of climax. She began to circle her clit with her moist fingers, reach down to feel the rock hard cock entering her ass then moving back up, using her own lubrication to continue to masturbate. His pleasure was mounting, the physical sensations were in overload now, that, combined with the fact that not only had she accepted him into her pussy but now her ass. Never had either being felt so enraptured in a moment of passion, love, acceptance and lust. The sea of emotions was washing over them now and it had reached it's peak. She felt a twinge, then a build up of pleasure, of pressure then in one moment like a breaking wave she came, it released from the pit of her stomach and radiated through out her body. Moans and cries of pleasure escaped from her. At the same time, her contractions tightened her ass around his cock. He felt the control leave his body as release was at hand. He continued to fuck her as he tried to hold back as long as he could. The French call it 'the little death', thats what it seemed like. It's a moment of climax where it's not just orgasm; it's complete release, to the exclusion of all else. Both of them wrapped around each other as they came, washing over them and passing through them. His come filled her ass as he shuddered with her. Then almost a quickly as it arrived, the feeling subsided. Shaking they were as he pulled from within her. Shivering as they both suddenly realized that it was curiously cold. They were breathing heavily, shaking, trembling and shivering. He grabbed the blankets that had been unmercifully battered and pulled it over them. They wrapped themselves together and collapsed within the other. Drifting, both dipped in and out of reality as their bodies slowed. An hour had passed and neither had any notion of it. They talked and kissed and laughed. Soon a sadness would settle over them for they knew that this moment may not come again for a very long time, if ever again. They decided there and then that they would lose another hour. A Moment From Our Honeymoon Foreword: This is just an excerpt from our Honeymoon. Black Dragon Princess was amazing in helping me with this. I love you, baby. :) Names have been changed to protect the guilty. lol Enjoy the quick ride, folks. ;) I.D. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- July 5th, 2013 I awoke naked, spooned up against my new bride. I smiled as I brushed her hair a bit to the side and kissed the nape of her neck. Lena moaned and pushed her round full butt back against my rapidly hardening cock. I kissed her neck again, then her ear as she reached back and grabbed ahold of me. The sight of her milk chocolate hand on my white cock made me even harder, and then she lifted a leg and slipped me between her thighs so the head of my throbbing member pushed between her already wet pussy lips. "Gonna give it to me, boo?" she asked in a sultry whisper. "Anytime you want it, baby," I replied in that same whisper. "Good, because I'm horny, Mitch," she said with a smile as she turned her face towards mine. She arched her back as we shared a kiss, and the head of my cock slipped into her hot wet tunnel as if it was always meant to be there. I moaned as my hand reached around and squeezed her perfect C-cup breast tipped by a Hershey's Kiss nipple. I started thrusting into her deeply, and she lifted her leg slightly to give me better access. "Mmmmm yes, fuck me baby," she moaned as her breathing quickened. I kissed her neck again, sucking just below her ear as my cock pistoned in and out of her hot tight pussy. "You feel so good," I whispered in her ear as I reached down and rubbed her clit while my cock bottomed out inside her pussy with each thrust. "Mmmmm FUCK boo!" she exclaimed when my fingers found her swollen bud and lovingly rubbed her while my thrusting cock went into her over and over and over again. My balls were nearly bouncing off her clit as she lifted her leg even higher. "You are so tight, baby!" I said between gritted teeth. "Always tight for you, honey," she gasped as she neared her first orgasm of the morning. I pressed a finger against her clit and rubbed quickly as my cock thrust hard up into her hot velvety pussy. She moaned again, and the moan turned into a scream as I felt her walls contract around my hard, throbbing, thrusting cock. "Yeeeesssssssss, baaaaabbbyyyyy!" she screamed as I felt her coming around me. I held myself inside her until she calmed down, then moved back and away slightly so she could lie on her back. "Now I'm going to have my breakfast, baby," I whispered as I kissed her neck and throat, then slowly moved my lips and down to her heaving chest. I captured one dark nipple between my lips, licking and suckling as her fingers entangled themselves in my hair, holding me in place while I gave her beautiful breasts the attention I knew they craved. I was still hard as a rock, but I needed to taste her. I hadn't come yet, but I wanted to give my blushing bride as many orgasms as possible before coming myself. So with that in mind, I released her nipples and licked slowly down her tummy that barely showed that she was carrying my baby. I kissed the little baby bump as my mouth moved downward over her shaved pubic mound to where I would spend the next half hour. My tongue touched her pussy lips, still wet and sweet from her orgasm. I licked her clit lovingly, and she gasped as her fingers tightened in my hair again. "Mmmm eat this pussy, boo! Eat my pussy good!" she exclaimed, arching her back as her body started trembling again. I showed her no mercy, licking her and sucking her clit as I slipped 2 fingers inside her hot wet cunt. "Oh FUCK!" she declared as I felt her already tight pussy tighten even more around my fingers as she came again. I held her clit between my lips, flicking my tongue across it and drinking down her sweet nectar. "Ok, baby! Stop!" she commanded, pushing my face away. "Too sensitive," she gasped. Her body was rocked by aftershocks from my tongue, and I couldn't help smiling. "I take it you liked that?" I asked with a loving smirk as I moved up over her to kiss her. Lena loves the taste of her own cum, and our kiss deepened frantically for a few minutes as the head of my cock pushed against her pussy lips, and my tongue invaded her mouth. As we broke the kiss, she pushed me onto my back. "Now it's my turn, boo," she said with a naughty wink. She kissed me quickly, then moved down sensually, licking down my chest and abs to where my 7 1/2 inch cock was still throbbing at attention. I looked down into her eyes as she took my cock in her hand and licked up it slowly from base to tip. "Oooh, God," I groaned in pleasure as her tongue worked wonders on my shaft. She moaned around me as she took me in her mouth, and I ran my fingers through her hair as I urged her to take as much of me as she could. She licked the bottom of my shaft and balls as she took damn near all 7 1/2 down her throat. She flexed her throat muscles around me, and I groaned again. "So... close baby!" I exclaimed. She then pulled off of me and clamped her fingers around the base of my cock. "Nuh uh, baby. Not yet," she gave me an evil smile. "Remember, I only want your cum in my pussy today." "Oh, yeah," I replied with a grin of my own. "Got to make sure you really are pregnant." She giggled at that, and then moved up my body like a panther in heat. I hadn't known how I would react to her body as she started to show, but seeing her belly sticking out a little and knowing that I had put our baby in there just made her even sexier to me! As she came up over me and our lips met again, I rolled her over onto her back and moved over her until I was between her thighs again. I pushed into her slowly, thrusting deep as I rotated my hips slowly. Our eyes never left each other as I finished thrusting into her, and held myself inside her as I felt her muscles massaging me. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you too, baby," I whispered back as I started thrusting slowly, deeply, giving her every bit of me that she could take. "Soooo good," she moaned as I leaned down and kissed her neck, still thrusting in a circular motion. She was so hot and wet, I knew I wouldn't last long this time. "You are amazing, baby," I whispered into her ear as I felt her nails dig into my back. Her breathing was becoming ragged, and she was bucking her hips up to meet my thrusts as I moved slowly. "So are you," she gasped. The friction between our bodies was stimulating her clit as I thrust deep into her a bit faster. Lena started screaming as I hit her g-spot and clit simultaneously, and I could feel her contractions around me pulsing as she came all over my cock. I couldn't hold out any longer, and felt my balls tightening with my impending climax. As her orgasm reached its crescendo, our bodies now pounding together as my cock swelled even larger inside her, I finally released into her. "Oh GOD!" I shouted to the heavens as I came deep inside my wife. "Yes, baby! YES DEAR GOD!" Lena screamed as we both achieved our own simultaneous rapture. I collapsed on top of her, our bodies soaked in a sheen of sweat. Our mouths found each other as we kissed feverishly, never wanting that moment to end. As I softened, I finally slid out of my wife and onto my side beside her. She turned in my arms and kept kissing me. We moved so I was on my back and she snuggled up beside me. "Wow, baby!" I exclaimed as I struggled to catch my breath. Lena was still catching hers as well. We both felt as if we'd run a marathon, but in the afterglow of our lovemaking, we knew that it was only the beginning of our life together. We kissed some more as we calmed down. "What do you want to do today, boo?" she asked. "More of this," I replied as I kissed her neck lovingly, licking the perspiration from her milk chocolate skin. "Mmmm, I think I could be persuaded. It isn't like you could get me any more pregnant," she giggled. "I don't know, but I think we have to make sure that you're good and pregnant before this honeymoon is over," I winked at her. "Does that mean that you're gonna come inside me every chance you get?" "Every time," I replied. "Good," she said as she reached for my cock and started stroking me. I was getting hard again! I love my wife! The End. A Moment in the Rain Standing out in the rain, we face each other... My heart pounds and my legs quiver thinking about the all the times I've imagined this. I wrap myself in fake self confidence and close the gap between our bodies, brushing my breast against your chest. When I decided to finally meet you, I threw on such plain clothes, almost like I wanted you to say no, but the thin fabric of my t-shirt shows my nipples standing out, my chest moving ever so slightly as just the sight of you has me wet. "Come on," I stand up and move my lips close to your ear, "Maybe we can find somewhere a little more private?" I hold my breath for a second; terrified at the thought that maybe you will say no, that maybe I'm not enough. My breath catches in my chest as I hear the words I wanted. "Yes baby." We get in your truck both looking so confused at what to do next. Then I think of the conversation we had with you in the truck, your cock getting so hard, unable to even touch it as your words and voice brought me screaming hard, my fingers diving deep into myself. I remember crying your name, the stars I saw as my groin thrust into the air imagining that your rock hard cock was plunging into me. I bite my lip for a moment, terrified of how you might react, but I can't help myself and I move to do what I wanted to do so bad that day. I undo your pants, opening your jeans and pulling your boxers down far enough to get my first glance of your cock. You protest, telling me I don't have to if I don't want to, but I grab you at that point, closing my eyes and moaning gently at the feel the soft skin of your cock finally beneath my fingers. I hear you laugh that gorgeous laugh of when you are thinking about sex and you point out that my tiny hand can't even close around your dick and you aren't even all the way hard yet. A long moan escapes me as I think about this thick cock doing any of the things we've talked about to me, of it stretching me as I scream my passion pinned beneath your body. Taking a deep breath, I work up the courage to take the next step and lower my head to your groin, whispering, "Please don't wreck babe, remember we aren't suppose to be here, a car accident would be hard to explain." Giggling to myself, I stretch my mouth around your thick member, feeling my body tense. I can't honestly remember having a cock this thick in my mouth, though I'm sure I have, but all the tension, all the buildup makes everything feel grander, more exotic. My lips strain around you and I start working you deeper into my mouth, twirling my tongue around the tip of you. You reach the back of me before I swallowed half of you and I take a deep breath through my nose. My eyes roll up to look at your face as I press further down on you, hearing you groan as I start to swallow you, my eyes misting as I fight gagging just wanting more of you inside of me. I feel the terrain change as you pull off the side of the road. I pull myself off of you and tilt my head to the side, confused. "I don't know where to go... I don't think either of us would be comfortable at either of our homes," You are panting slightly as you voice your concerns, "Maybe a hotel or something but I mean I don't know anywhere close that we would be comfortable with." How cute you are, I think, until I remember the idea of us getting a nice long shower together. The memory of the story, of the other things we talked about that night, makes me squirm in my seat. I open the truck door and look about, seeing a heavy wooded area off to the side. I grab our jackets but instead of putting them on to ward again the rain I let it fall, rolling down my face and hair, causing the thin fabric of my shirt to stick to me, the cold causing my nipples to stand out painfully erect. I walk towards the edge of the woods, you calling after me, sounding like you are worried that I'm mad. You stop short as I turn and start to undo my own pants, stepping out of them and dropping them at the edge of the woods, exposing my frilly black panties. Spreading the jackets out on the forest floor, I sit down, my legs sprawled wide. With as much courage as I can muster, I start rubbing myself through the fabric and looking you straight in the eye I utter, "I thought you said you wanted to taste me?" Scared, I can't wait for your reaction so I peel off my shirt, shivering a little in the cold as the wind blows across my wet nipples. I lean back and close my eyes, biting my lip, "Babe if you don't want this just say so..." I stop talking because I don't want to hear the rest, what I feel like will be the inevitable let down. My face scrunches up; I can't stand feeling this vulnerable. Just as I decide to cover myself up, my body jumps, my groin thrusting into the air as I feel your mouth close around my right nipple. As you nip at it, rolling your tongue over it, I start grinding myself against you, rubbing myself against the front of your jeans. Your hard cock presses the seam of your pants against me and I grind harder, the sheer force of what we are doing driving me wild, the difference in hot and cold where our bodies meet almost painful. You head pulls away and I catch my breath, starting to say your name but it just turns into a long moan as you mouth clamps onto my other breast, biting and sucking it, my breath coming in little plaintive gasps. I start whimpering and you know I'm closer than can be imagine from just a little foreplay. Chuckling you lean in beside of me, "Baby, don't cum yet, we've got so much more to do..." You stand up, leaving me laying there for a second, my hips moving in useless little circles of need, me gasping and whimpering wanting something more, anything. I feel the barest brush of your fingertips as you start peeling my wet panties down my legs. Startled I start to open my eyes and cover myself, shocked when you grab my hands, pulling them down by my side and telling me to not to cover myself, that you would hate to have to bind my hands, knowing how much the threat of just a little bit of force drives me crazy. I peek from under my eyelashes ever so slightly but close them again, nervous and excited, worried and terrified and horny as hell. Whimpering I feel your hot breath inches from my naked pussy, "Remember baby don't you dare come until I tell you or I might have to spank that cute ass of yours..." you whisper inches from me, my whole body shivering as you touch your tongue to my clit. "Oh god babe," I gasp as your tongue starts sliding over my groin, alternating flicking against my clit and shoving in deep inside of me, "Please I... I... I don't know if I can keep myself from...." I lose the ability to talk as you tease me harder, brushing the palm of your hand against my breasts. You start fucking me with your tongue, shoving it deep inside of me, describing the taste of me in ways I could never imagine it. I start shivering harder as you tell me what a horny little slut I am laying on the ground in the forest naked with your tongue deep in my pussy. Just the vibration of you talking, your mouth so close to me, the heat spreading over my groin, I start making tiny noises of need. "Baby...*gasp* please... mmmm... I need.... ah..... please please please..." As the third please escaped my lips, I feel your finger slide up inside of me and your tongue flicks my clit. "Go baby; let me see you cum for me..." My body starts thrashing around and I scream for you, my body clamping down around your finger, even through my screams I think I want something bigger, thinking about feeling your hard cock pressing into me sending me over the edge again. I collapse on the ground, gasping after cumming so hard, barely able to even move or talk for the moment. I open my eyes slightly, taking in you sitting there, your cock straining against your pants. "Jesus you weren't kidding huh?" I giggle, realizing that was better than I could even have imagined. The smile that I get in response tightens me again hard and I know what is coming next. "God I hope I can even make him feel half as good as this..." I think as I gather myself up to kneeling. Eyes downcast, I kneel before you, my knees spread, my hands clasp behind my neck, my breast rising and falling as I gasp still feeling the aftershocks. I tilt my head up, looking you straight in the eye for the first time in quite a bit, "Master, tell me what you want me to do?" I plead with my eyes, unable to take that next step alone. You reach down and start to take off your pants, undoing your belt and pulling it out of the loops. I start shivering hard, part from fear and part from being unable to take my eyes off the bulge of your cock through you pants, so hard even in the cold. Your jeans come off and you stand there for a moment in your boxers and shirt, before peeling your shirt over your head as well. I start gasping, almost hyperventilating, full of need and confusion and lust and fear. My resolve wavers and I scramble backwards. You catch me, flipping me over on my stomach, and bind my hands behind my back with your belt. Leaning in close, you press your body against mine and I can feel your cock hard against my ass even through your boxers. "I'm not going to do anything you don't want to, don't be so frightened baby... so just tell me... tell me what you want me to do," you whisper biting my ear gently. As you are speaking, your hand snakes under my body pulling my groin off the ground, pressing down on my shoulders leaving my ass in the air, for a moment the breeze brushing against the lips of my pussy. You come closer and I press my body back against you, grinding against you, begging you with my body, moaning as I press my clit against your hard cock. "Nope baby, you got to tell me what you want. I want to hear you beg for this inside of you." You thrust your hips forward, teasing me with your cock. "Just say you want this and I'll fuck you senseless." Smiling, I decide to just go for it... "Fuck me," I say, starting off quiet, your responsive moan spurring me on. "Please, fuck me hard, make me cum again." You flip me over and I remember you saying you wanted to watch my face as I felt you rock hard cock slide into me for the first time. I stare into you face as I feel the head of you pressed against my slit. Back arching, I bite my lip as you start forcing the head of your cock up inside of me. I move my legs further apart, your cock stretching me, the steady pressure of you working yourself inside of me wrenching moan after moan from me. Barely audible you hear me whisper one word, "Harder." You shake your head at me, thinking that you might hurt me I'm so tight around your cock, but before you realize what I'm doing I press up against you hard, causing you to slide further up inside of me. For a second, you hold yourself there as I fuck myself on your stiff cock, but then you start to move with me, and I press myself harder against you until you are completely inside of me. I hold myself still for a moment there, enjoying the feel of you stretching me, the heat from your cock almost scolding compared to the cold rain that chooses that moment to fall even harder. "Please take me master, fuck me, ride me, take me, use me..." I mumble incoherently just wanting more. Then you smile pulling out of me completely and flipping me over, slamming your hard cock up inside of me once again. Screaming, my orgasm takes me off guard and you chuckle, knowing that I've lost control that much. Using your belt like reins you lift my body up, fucking me hard as you can, calling me your slut, and telling me how good my tight little hole feels wrapped around your thickness finally after so long. I can barely breath I'm moaning so hard, I can't even count the number of times I've came with your body moving back and forth inside of me. I start seeing stars as you use one hand to pinch my nipple almost painfully continuing your almost relentless rhythm. Catching my breath just enough to speak as I start to feel you lose control, I answer before you ask me. "Please baby come inside of me, I want to feel you explode in my pussy..." I barely get the words out as I feel the warm splash of cum hosing up inside of me and it pushes me over the edge one last time. I cum hard screaming your name and the last thing I remember before blackness is your breath on my ear telling me what a good little fuck I've been and that we should definitely do this again sometime. A Moment in the Sun The first moment I set eyes upon her will dwell for ever in my mind. She was holding onto a flagpole with one hand and slowly swinging around it, her brilliant red skirt twirling out as she swung her body around. Her other hand was stretched out as if trying to grasp an invisible object as she swung, her golden hair glistened in the brilliant sunlight as the force of her movement flung it outwards framing her smiling face. She looked so divine, like and angel from heaven. When God created her; he left nothing to chance! Her breasts while not huge were very well proportioned and her waist, her hips were perfect, her legs equally so, no woman could want for a more perfect body. Her face beamed with such an exquisite smile, her eyes sparkled with merriment as she played her childish game, her lips were full and she had such a cute pert nose. I could see the brilliant white of her panties as the hem of the skirt rose up her buttocks. The smooth curve of her bottom; such a delight to behold. What lay beneath the panties? Nothing was exposed! ................ Of all creatures on this planet she looked so blessed with perfection, her looks, and her demeanour made for a world of happiness and perfection. Such a shame we live in such an imperfect world, where sorrow and hate abounds, where greed and malice destroys perfection. Oh! God why did you make it like that? She could have lived in happiness, and not shed a tear. Unless tears of joy, of love and kindness. For such perfection there must be imperfections, and they abound in our world. We tend to look the other way when we see them, to ignore the evil, to pretend it does not exist, for evil is the failing; the failing of existence, the failing of life. We depend on balance, for good for bad, for fun and sadness, for joy and depression. Did she deserve to have a good life of joy and happiness, of love and desires for-filled? I think she did! She slowly stopped swing around the pole as I walked near to her, her hair resumed its normal position and her skirt fell back down, however her radiant smile did not leave her face, not for an instant. I smiled back at her and reached for her hand, she took it and griped it with a feather light touch; I felt a small tremor in her grasp, as her fingers detached themselves from my grasp. The joy in her face did not go away, she was happy and she wanted the whole world to know it! She knew who I was, that I was to meet her there, it was all planned, such unfortunate planning little did we know what lay ahead. We clime up the stairs to the front of the building, we get in the elevator and smile at each other. I reach out my hand and press the button. The elevator starts its ascent, slowly at first, but quickly accelerating its upward journey. She reaches out and takes my hand, her fingers betray a little uncertainty, but her face still glows with radiance, her teeth sparkle in the bright artificial light. We near the top of the building; the elevator slows, and comes to a halt. We wait; looking into each others face as the doors open. We walk out into the corridor, in front of us is a directory; I look for the room number. It points to the right. Apprehensively, I reach out and take her hand; it is trembling even more now. I do not know why. I am beginning to feel as she does, not sure that we should be here, I look at her face; and there I see fear. Fear and terror, but we have no knowledge, no knowing of what is to be. I reach out and place my hand around her waist, her whole body is trembling. I know not why. I look at her and ask "Why?" "We have had our moment in the sun" she replies. I look at her with a shocked expression on my face! Why did she say that? I am just about to ask, there is a terrible roaring, of tearing metal and concrete of heat and pressure. She grabs me and holds me tight. And we are no more, not in this imperfect world, where terror abounds and evil works its dastardly way. Oh God why did you let them do it? All in your name! A Moment in the Woods The flashing lights of the club illuminated patches of the crowd at a time, a sweating, pulsating mass of humanity, lost in throbbing bass. Above the crowd- or rather, suspended partway in it, she danced in the cage, her vulpine body twisting and flexing in time to the beat. Her hands ran over a pale, bare midriff and over the blouse covered swell of her breasts, to tangle in the neck-cropped flame of her hair, hips thrusting at the air, before her hands broke free to grasp the bars of the cage, sliding slowly down them, enticing the rows of men on either side, lounging against the walls, to come just a little closer- if they dared. Some of their eyes were nervous, others lustful. But there was one pair of eyes that never left her. Standing apart from the others, he watched her hungrily from his position leant against a post at the edge of the crowd. His eyes knew every swell and crevice of her body, the lines of the long legs disappearing beneath that tiny skirt, and the curve of her neck as she tossed her head. As well as he knew her, she knew him- and precisely what she was doing to him. The sweat dripping from beneath her studded collar, she glanced at him. The look on his face sent a shuddering pulse through her body, and he caught her eye, jerking his head to the side slightly. With a final strut she twisted round on the toes of one foot and stepped from the cage, wrapping her fingers around the bar and sliding to the floor below. Her heels hit with a clack, and she strode away, to the disappointment of the onlookers. When she reached him she pressed close, and his hand slid around her hip, guiding her onto the floor, into the crush of people. Her hands slid up his chest and around his neck, his settled in the small of her back. Letting his lips slide across her cheek, he growled softly into her ear, "I've got to have you, now." "Mm," she whispered back, grinding against the still bulge in the front of his trousers. "Did I do that?" In response his hand slid down the back of her skirt and gave a quick pinch. She yelped and grinned, guiding him slowly through the crowd, towards the opposite edge of the room, where the flashing lights faded into darkness. Finally they broke free of the dancers, and she led the way into the murky edges of the room, pulling back a curtain that appeared to conceal only a wall- but she disappeared behind it, into a smaller room, only dimly lit and full of unused equipment. No sooner were they out of sight than he caught her wrists and pushed her against the closest wall, lips taking fierce possession of hers now, nibbling at her lip as on hand ran over her stomach lightly, causing her to squeal with ticklishness, hardly noticing as the fingers moved on to rip the knot out of her blouse and push it down her shoulders. Her free hand snaked down to tug at his trousers, finally finding the button and working it free, shoving them down. His fiddling hands, both of them now, had shoved the lacy black bra off her small round breasts, letting it rest on her chest above them as he cupped and squeezed them gently, flicking his thumbs over the already tight-drawn nipples. She gasped softly and tilted her head back against the wall, breathing growing heavier as his mouth found her neck, nibbling and kissing while he stroked her nipples. Her hips thrust urgently against him and his hand ran obligingly up her thigh, shoving the skirt up and over her hips before sliding down between her legs, fingers pushing the narrow black strip of fabric that covered her pussy aside and letting the thick wetness collect on his fingertips. "Hmm, someone's been having a good time, huh?" "Bite me." she sniped, then squealed as his teeth nipped hard on the soft flesh of her breast. Wriggling slightly she freed her wrists and slid down the wall, dropping to her knees before him, pulling his trouser down fully. His cock sprang free of its restrictions, bobbing before her face, already stiff. "Umm..." she hummed, pleased. Tilting her head to the side, she rubbed her cheek against his hot member. "Looks like someone else's been having a nice time too. You like watching me?" Before he could respond, her mouth had closed over the head of his cock, a hot, sweet, wet little space with a tongue that slowly circled him, her hand moving down to rub and squeeze his ball sack, just as slowly. "Ohh, fuck yes." His hands found her hair, holding her down on him as she began to pump her head up and down, taking in more and more of his cock. Her cheeks sucked in as she began to suck hard, licking fiercly all the while, her free hand stroking the base of his cock with tight, quick jerks. Above her he groaned and grunted, thrusting into her mouth. She moaned around him, shifting her knees apart. His hand tightened in her hair as her moan sent vibrations through him, and with an effort he stilled his thrusts, pulling his cock free from her mouth. "Up." She licked away a string of saliva and pre-cum from her lips and pushed herself to her feet. His hand slid between her legs against and his eyes flicked up to hers, raising an eyebrow. She was soaked, her fluid dripping down the insides of her thighs and she trembled as he stroked her lips, slipping a finger inside. "You are ready, are you girl?" "Nn, yes." "You want this?" He withdrew his hand and nudged his swollen member at her pussy. "Yes.." "Tell me what you want." she thrust her hips forward, trying to find him but his hands held her back and finally she panted, "I want your cock, I want you inside me, I want you to fuck me, oh god please...!" He laughed and slipped a hand into the crook of each of her knees, hooking her legs around his waist. Slowly he began to push inside her, groaning, his hand tightening on her hip. Unable to stand it, he buried himself inside her to the hilt with a quick thrust and she cried out ecstatically, fingers of one hand digging into his shoulder, the others twisting in his hair as her body arched against him. One of his hands moved off her hip, gathering her wrists and pinning them roughly against the wall above her head as he began to pump slowly in and out, coating his cock in her slickness. "You like it when they watch you?" "Mm, yes..ah!" Her pussy squeezed him tight as he tweaked a nipple before dropping his hand quickly back down to her hip. "Naughty." His hand slid down to squeeze her ass lightly before giving the fleshy globe a sharp whack. She squealed, thrusting her hips forward to meet his as he drove into her faster now, their mingled sounds of pleasure and the smack smack of flesh on flesh, and flesh on wall, barely audible above the adjoining club noise. He could feel the pulse racing in her throat as he nibbled and sucked at it. Dropping her wrists and set his hand to the wall, the other sliding over the sweat-slick skin of her back. "Fuck, girl.. not gonna last much longer.." "Oh gods, oh gods!" His hand slid around to find her clit, rubbing it in frenzied circles. She howled her passion, nails digging into his shoulders, head thrown back. Finally her orgasm exploded inside her and she came, her pussy clenching and spasming around his cock as her body arched and bucked. The hot, pulsing tightness pushed him over the edge and growling he slammed home again, flattening her against the wall as his cock swelled and jerked inside her, emptying himself deep into her convulsing pussy. Her legs slowly unwrapped themselves from about his waist as he released his grip on hers, supporting herself against the wall, looking up at him with a satisfied smirk, eyes still glazed with the afterglow of climax. He grinned and tilted his head to kiss her, fingers toying with her jawline, and caught her lower lip between his teeth as he pulled back. "Get dressed and meet me back out there, I'm sure they're wondering where you've gone." A Moment in Time He walked into the house, expecting his son to meet him at the door. He was somewhat confused to find the door locked. As he unlocked it, he noticed a glow coming from the stairs. The light flickered as the door opened, meaning it was a flame, most likely from a candle. When he closed the door and approached the stairs, he saw one red candle, its yellow flame pointing up. The waving motion looked like a hand calling for him to follow, to come, to walk the steps. From the upstairs bathroom, he heard the song of soft music playing. As he climbed the stairs, he also heard the gentle splashing of water. He knew, yes he knew, his wife was taking a bath. When he reached the bathroom door, he smelled the soft scent of raspberry floating out. "I love that smell," he whispered softly to himself. He gently opened the door and saw the soft lights of 20 candles, illuminating the bathroom in a shimmering yellow and black. Stepping forward, he heard the splash of the water and looked toward the tub. He smiled as he saw his wife in the water, bubbles cascading down from her elevated hand. Some bubbles washed down her breasts, causing her nipples to react. She closed her eyes as she enjoyed the sensation. When the suds left her body, she drizzled some more, this time, she let her hand touch her skin. "Yes," she moaned out as her touch felt so good against her own body. She always enjoyed baths: the softness of the bubbles, the warmness of the water. Added to the sensations, the light of the many candles and the music caused her mind to wander, wander to him, her husband. She thought of him, his smile, his voice, his way of caring himself. She loved him and what he did to her. Her thoughts drifted off to the previous weekend, a weekend where her mother took the kids and left the two lovers alone. Her hands glided over her breasts as she remembered her husband's touch. His touch was gentle, his hands soft as they squeezed her flesh. She performed the same action on herself as she thought of her husband's actions. "Yes, baby," she moaned as she circled her nipples with her fingers, causing them to grow and harden. Her legs caused the water to flow over and touch her clit, making her squirm more. Her clit longed to be touched, it ached for his touch. She remembered how he slid his hand down her body. She did the same, down her stomach, down to her thigh, then to her pussy. As she brushed her swollen love button, she inhaled then moaned. She cooed as her soft fingers ran down the outside of her lips. "Yes, baby," she whispered as she went back and touched her clit. She cooed more as she made circles on her swollen nub. She remembered how he touched her, how he licked her, how he made her feel like a woman. She inhaled deeply as she inserted a finger and began to move it in and out of her pussy. Almost cuming immediately, she tried to quiet her moans but was unsuccessful. Crying out his name, she felt the first waves of the orgasm flow over her, causing her to move her finger in and out faster. The water was moving out of the tub, making the floor wet, but she did not care. She was enjoying this and did not want to stop. "Come on baby," she said as she thought of his hot cock plunging in and out of her. She loved when he was on top of her, pounding his hardness in her fast and deep. He did it that last weekend, and she loved it. His heart was pounding as he stood there watching her have an orgasm. He felt his cock grow and knew he needed to do something about it. Slowly, he unzipped his pants and then let them fall to the floor. Taking off his shirt, he momentarily lost eye contact on her, but missed nothing. He put his thumbs under his underwear's waist band and moved them down. He stepped out of them. With one great effort, he removed his T-shirt. He stood there naked, his cock erect and waiting for her warm, moist lips to kiss. Slowly, he took steps toward the bathtub and to watch her more closely. She was in the throws of passion, her orgasm rolling over her in waves, each wave more intense than the previous. She loved him, she loved what he did to her, she loved what they did. She thought she heard the floor, the wooden floor, creak but was too much into her orgasm to care. "Yes, baby," she was screaming as the waves of pleasure rolled over her. He stepped forward, placing his hardness near her lips. "Darling," was all he needed to say as she took his stiff cock into her mouth. She released her hand from her pussy and placed it on his member, stroking it as she sucked on his head "Mmm, yes sweetheart," he whispered out as her talented lips worked over his cock. He could feel his orgasm begin as he held her head onto his hardness. He could hear the pre-cum cause a sloppy sound in her actions. "I'm going to cum," was all he could say as he let his load drain into her mouth. Caught somewhat off guard, she let a few drops of cum spill from her mouth. She was, however, too into sucking and swallowing the rest to worry about the spill. "Baby, I love you," he said as she sucked the rest of his love juice from his cock. She smiled as she licked the last of his cum off his balls. "Nice way to be surprised," she said to him as he stood. He looked her in the eyes and took her by the hand. He lead her out of the tub and out of the bathroom. As they approached the bedroom, she stopped and looked at him. "What do you have in mind?" she asked sheepishly. "Now don't you worry," he said as he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. She almost lost her balance as he plunged his tongue into her open mouth. She met his tongue and they exchanged their passion and desire. "Come baby," he said as he broke the embrace and led her to the bedroom. As they arrived, he escorted her to the bed and sat her on the edge. He got on his knees and crawled to her knees. She gently parted her legs and allowed for him to enter. He kissed her right thigh, then left. She leaned back and moaned softly as he approached her wetness. When he was close enough to her pussy that she could feel his breath, he opened his mouth and extended his tongue. He gently touched her labia. "Oooo," she whispered out as his hot tongue touched her now cool skin. She shivered slightly as he ran the tongue up her lips and touched her clit. He stopped for a moment and took her clit into his mouth. Slowly, he rolled it in his mouth, causing her to grab his hair and pulled him tight. "Yes, yes," was all she could say as the first waves of an orgasm rolled over her. As she labored with her breathing, he sucked harder on her clit. She reacted by tightening her legs around him. When he rolled his tongue over her clit, she began her orgasm. "Oh my God," she screamed as she let go and allowed the orgasm to come. "Oh my fucking God," she screamed as he sucked harder and harder on her love button. "Right there baby," she said as he pulled and tugged on it. He felt her pussy tighten, he felted her legs grip his body as another wave of orgasm came over her. She hopped slightly as this orgasm intensified. He released her clit as her orgasm lessened. "Oh honey," she whispered as she caught her breath. "That was wonderful," she said as she fell back on the bed. "I love you," he said as he moved to lay near her. He kissed her on the lips. A Moment in Time There was that night, not so long ago, when you lay naked in my arms, your head nestled securely in the valley between my breasts. My right arm draped around your back and rested against your body under your own arm, fingertips caressing the hard plains and coming dangerously close to tickling that special spot above your lower back. My hair was lose, wavy, soft from being freshly washed, the tips of it caressing your skin. My left hand clasped your right elbow, which crisscrossed its way, like wandering ivy, up my body and slept innocently against my chest. My chin rested delicately upon the top of your head. Here, I wondered to myself, how did we get here? It wasn't a question that needed an answer really. The ache between my legs and the memory of your delicate hands peeling back my blouse, the feel of those hands cupping the weight of my breasts and grazing a thumbnail lightly across my nipples was enough of an answer. But still my mind raced on further down the journey. Was it the wine? Was in the intimacy of a simple dinner for two amid the candles and the fresh cut peonies on the table? Did the outward trappings of the 'girls night in' lead me to you? Was it perhaps the laughter and sharing of frustrations with our men that led us closer and closer, both feeling the anticipation build until you cocked your head towards me and captured the side of my face with your open palm, and my lips with your own? I felt you caress my cheek, slide your fingertips along the line of my jaw, run your tongue across my lips and delve inside me, teasing and taunting me to respond. We drew back, apart from one another, to where we could see one another clearly: faces flushed, breathing hard, lips slightly puffy and naturally pink with arousal. We both wanted this, didn't we? You reached out to me tentatively, brushed a lock of russet curls back from my face and let your hand linger there for the briefest of moments. "Jenny?" It was an invitation, for which I thought I had no answer, but a sound broke through the silence, one I think surprised us both, "yes." Low and throaty, barely a whisper in the room, met with a head on, eyes-wide open stare, I said it. Yes... as in, take me there, to a place no one's ever been, teach me, show me what I've been missing. I followed you with my gaze as you picked up your wine glass from the cluttered table and took a sip, soaking those luscious lips. I followed you with my gaze as you covered the short distance between the dining room and the living room couch with long self-assured strides, the firm globes of your ass swaying gently, invitingly, as you went. I followed your instructions as you sat down on the couch and patted the empty space next to you. My body moved of its own accord towards you, leaning over you and finally coming to rest on your lap facing you on that very couch, my skirt riding up as my legs bent and I straddled you. With a newfound boldness that I'm certain you must have inspired I cupped your face in my hands and drew your mouth to mine. Warm, full and soft lips teased mine. Heat emanated, rose, and swirled about us as I began to taste you, your sweetness, and the wine we'd shared. I heard you sigh. Encouraged I moved to your neck, kissing, nibbling, licking my way up and down the very soft and thoroughly feminine lines of you. It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. Smiling, you tilt your head up to me and capture my lips once more with your own. They were exquisite. Though I didn't know what to expect, I suddenly found you just as I'm sure I would have anticipated. Gentle and yielding, yet demanding your lips pressed against mine. You slid your tongue out and teased me with it. I opened my mouth to you and tasted the delicate honey sweetness of you as our tongues danced around each other in some sort of unfamiliar and primitive mating ritual. Strong supple fingers began to unbutton my blouse and push it back from my shoulders. I longed to do the same to you, but the fascination of watching you as you discovered every inch of me, stopped me. Your fingers traced the line of my bra, outlined the repeating floral pattern in the lace and finally rimmed my nipples, tugging and twisting gently. "Oh, yes baby, that feels so good." Through fringy lashes I looked down at you, at your hands deftly manipulating my tits and wondered what it would feel like to have your mouth there, your hot breath and the wet warmth of your tongue on my flesh. Wordlessly, you leaned forward, your mouth forming a perfectly round oh and your tongue jutting forth flicked casually across one taut and straining nipple. I jumped, shocked at the electricity running through me, gasped and closed my eyes at the beautiful torture you introduced. You took that charged nipple deep into the recesses of your mouth and sucked it hard. I cried out your name before I could even think, "Natalie, oh Nat, oh god, don't stop." Your hand snaked up my bare thighs and under my skirt. I lifted my hips and watched as you pushed my skirt up around my waist and out of your way. You shifted me on your lap so my thighs parted further. Totally exposed to you now, feeling the fingers gently tug aside the lacy edge of my panties, I arched my back, wriggled my hips and waited impatiently for those fingers to find me, discover how wet you made me. The fabric was soaked through, slippery and hot. Your fingers skimmed the silky material, teased and taunted me, and when I didn't think I could take much more, a finger slid inside to stroke my lips gently, like the softest whisper in the midst of a violent storm. I moaned my pleasure into your mouth as you reclaimed my lips with a passion and intensity that sparked fire anew within me. I felt myself slipping, sliding off your lap as you shifted, laughed wickedly at my awkwardness and finally forced me to stand before you, half naked with my shirt completely off, bra pushed up to bare my breasts, my skirt hiked up above my hips and my pussy clearly visible through tiny white soaked panties. I didn't understand what was happening, why you stopped making love to me, as we both stood and faced one another. It never occurred to me to be embarrassed by the state of things, you fully dressed and me quite the opposite, but none the less, the worry must have been evident in my face as the laughter went silent and a comforting smile crossed your lips. When you reached up to caress my face and smooth away the frown lines, I think I was even more confused. What were we doing here? And why did you stop? "You are so amazingly beautiful." I heard the words and never thought anyone would be saying them to me. "I knew you would be, Jen." The voice became a whisper that I strained to hear, not sure that I understood correctly. "Your passion comes straight from your heart. It's so innocent, so childlike, I almost feel like I'm corrupting you." I began to shake my head no. Me, childlike? It's not a phrase I ever thought would be descriptive of myself. A grown woman, used to making her own choices and paying the price for her mistakes, I thought I'd grown up, away from the innocence and the naivety of my youth. "Come." It wasn't so much a command as it was an invitation we both knew I would take. And I followed, down the hall of family photos, past the kitchen full of country charm and sweet summer memories, though the den where we played family Scrabble last week, and finally I came full circle and back to looking up into your face as I perched on the edge of the wide and inviting bed with the eyelet coverlet and the fluffy profusion of decorative pillows. Pushing me down on the bed, urging me to lift my hips you tugged my skirt and panties down and whisked them away. Your hands work their way up from the soles of my feet, rubbing and caressing, to the muscles in my calves, kneading and massaging to the insides of my thighs where you tease me with light, feathery strokes. I struggled to sit up, to watch you, but you wouldn't have it. Flat on my bad, I scooted closer to the edge of the bed and closer to you. I wanted more. I wanted to feel so much more. The warmth of your breath on my thighs as you pushed my legs up and my knees apart, yes that was the direction my mind was headed. Your face was so close to my pussy it was almost painful, the waiting for you to finally touch me there. My back arched and my thighs parted as your firm hands held them down and away. I wished I could watch as your tongue flicked about and made contact with my super heated flesh for the first time. It was all I could do to keep my eyes open as the pleasure hits and I feel you drag your tongue up the length of my slit. Moaning and breathing turned ragged, your hands caressed the insides of my legs when you tongue began to dance for me. Fingertips slid in and out of the wet and slippery folds, holding the outer lips open for your inspection and my pleasure. A single finger pushed its way inside me. My head fell back and I squeezed my eyes shut, blocking out everything except the feel of you, savoring your touch, the finger curling forward and pressing up against that one special spot only another woman knows. As quickly as they found their mark, I felt those fingers leaving me. I tried to grip them and squeeze them, not wanting them to go. I heard the soft sounds of your laughter as you began to enjoy this little teasing game of yours. Your tongue flicked against my clit. Lightening shot across the bedroom window panes, or was it all in my head? I'm overwhelmed by the myriad of sensations. Your fingers, two or three of them now, were stroking me, moving in and out of my pussy, faster and with more force. Your tongue seemed focused intently on my hard throbbing little bud, circling and nibbling until my legs are trembling. My hands were gripping the bed sheets wanting desperately to prolong this and yet itching to tangle in your hair, push your mouth closer to me and lose myself in fucking you. I was on the edge, at the verge of seeing stars when you pulled back a bit. "No," I moaned out of breath and sounding much like some other woman. I grabbed for you, caught the smoothness of your back as you moved deftly away from me for a moment. Disappointment flooded me. "Wait for it." Softly, I struggled to hear you, not opening my eyes, not wanting to know where you were going. A squeak of bedsprings and the sound of a drawer being quickly opened and slid shut, you returned to me. A none too gentle sigh escaped my lips. The disjointed sound of something vibrating had my eyes flying open as I tried to roll over and look at you. You were back between my thighs pushing my legs back where you wanted them before I could even blink. Again those supple fingers skimmed and danced a line from my knee to the apex of my thighs. Sighing and still breathing hard, I threw my head back and once more gave into the sensations you were bringing me. The juices were pouring from me, soaking the bed sheets, running down my thighs. I felt your hot breath again as you returned to taste and lap at my drenched folds. Your fingers once more held me open, a thumb rubbed circles alternately with your tongue across the super heated flesh of my clit. It was begging for release, twitching and throbbing. You were quickly bringing me back toward that peak of pleasure. I didn't know how much more you had in store for me of how much longer I could hold out. The buzzing sounds grew louder and then suddenly muffled as you took the object of my curiosity and slid it into my throbbing pussy. It felt round and smooth, I flexed my pussy muscles to take it in and hold it against that spot you found earlier. You pushed a little and I began to rock against that vibrating orb trying hard to keep it inside me. Higher and higher you were taking me, flooding my senses and bringing me to the pinnacle where I couldn't hold out any longer. My hips were bucking. My head was thrashing. My pussy began to clench down harder around that amazing toy and I was grinding against your sweet tongue, pulsing and begging for release. With my back arched and my eyes squeezed shut I finally found that place somewhere between sanity and sheer madness and let myself fall over the edge into that abyss, pushing hard against your mouth, coming even harder all over your hands, your face, soaking the sheets even further and crying out-loud with the intensity of my pleasure. Oh dear god, I so needed that. You allowed me a few silent moments to regain some composure as you slipped quietly from the bed, slid the toy back into the drawer and then settled into the bed next to me. There were no words for what I felt anyway and it seems you felt the same. When I could breathe, think straight again, I rolled towards you and smiled. "I'm not sure where that came from," I said softly gesturing at the mess we made. You smiled and motioned me to you, gathering my body around you. Nestled against me now, with your back slightly to me, limbs beginning to intertwine and wriggling lightly to get comfortable I heard you whisper it. "Straight from your heart. It comes from your heart." Gently stroking your arms and pulling you in closer to my soul, I was left to contemplate what transpired between us this amazing evening, as you started your journey toward sleep. I have no memory of how long that peaceful pose of intimacy held between us. Minutes? Hours? The quality was far more important than quantification. It was a night of firsts for me. I began to regret a bit that I had taken so much from you and given nothing in return. It occurred to me, with a smile, that come morning I could certainly make that right. I just really remember the feeling of floating, of existing weightless and yet held firmly, of feeling safe and secure yet not smothered for the first time. Slowly I felt it as your breathing crossed over from the conscious to the un and your body melded into mine, transitioning from the transitory doze to the semi-permanence of slumber. I felt the tingles as my right arm took a cue from you and fell to sleep. I remember the moment the numbness and the prickles took over. I looked down over the top of your head and smiled to myself. You just never cease to amaze me. I left you briefly with my left hand to work a bit of the crisp cotton sheet and the thin woolen blanket up around us. Before you could stir I replaced that hand, back around your right elbow, back where it belonged. The room was dark, devoid of a light source, but the inky blue of night on a dazzling full moon provided me shadows and highlights of you, of a satisfying evening. I pressed my chin a bit tighter to the top of your head, breathed deeply your special scent; the mixture of exhaustion, hard work, passion and lust that I craved tonight. My arm tingled beneath you in protest and I heed it not. Most would have moved their arm, I supposed, as I kissed the top of your head. But I'm me and not like most. In the moment before slumber over took my soul as well, I was acutely aware that I've lived a lifetime for a moment like this. A Moment in Time It was going to be a gorgeous day. I had just showered after a 22 mile bike ride and I was now walking to work. The sun was shining, spring was in the air, I had just opened a second shop nothing could be better this morning. I did my cursory walk around the building just to make sure the night had not brought any surprises and that I still had four walls. Getting to store early was my favorite time. I was the only one there, alone with the store I created. Rows of bikes, accessories, tools.... The calm before the storm. I took a look around and got right to work reviewing the service sheets for the repairs. I had three mechanics coming in and wanted to make sure everyone was clear on what needed to get done. Then I started in on the paperwork. Two bicycle stores with 16 employees produces a lot of paperwork. I had a bookkeeper and part time assistant coming to help. The assistant was a young woman my age. She was really smart. Had a great education. Was way over qualified but seemed to like the work, at least for the moment. She was also really attractive and had a great personality. I was trying to keep a handle on the growth of the stores and surrounding myself with good people was helping tremendously. Obviously there were a lot of technical issues that needed to be kept on top of, but a large part of my job was simply pressing the flesh with the people in the neighborhood, potential customers. Because of this I worked from a stool overlooking the store and repair area this way I could be up greeting people in a moments notice. As the morning progressed I was getting work done, customers were coming in with bikes for repairs. A few were looking at purchasing but most of the sales usually came in the afternoon / evening. I was working on the stool jumping up now and then. Our accounting assistant, Mary was helping, pulling files, checking orders etc... She was good company as we would chat about this and that as we worked. My work spot was at the end of a long counter near the cash register. Under the counter in this area we had a number of file cabinets. Mary would occasionally need to either grab a file or file something from here. One of the reasons we were able to speak so easily was because of our close proximity. I began to notice that Mary was spending a lot of time filing today. We had just received a shipment of bikes yesterday evening so I guess it was just what needed to be done. But then... While we were talking I noticed her gaze was being pulled occasionally down and to my left slightly. It took me a moment to catch on but... she was looking up the leg of my shorts at my penis while I was sitting on the stool just a few feet away. I guess with all the moving around I was doing today my shorts had ridden up a bit and because she was crouching down in front of me Mary had a perfect view of my cock. I froze for a moment. Then the realization hit me and I started to get hard. Here was this very smart attractive young woman stealing glances at my cock. As it started to grow it caught her attention even more. Mary was very clearly struggling. She obviously wanted to be polite but could not control herself. This was too much. I was getting so turned on. I knew I should move and cover myself but I found I could not control myself either. I wanted her to look, to see my cock grow hard because she was looking. I pretended I didn't know what was going on and tried to ask her a question. I stammered. I was quickly losing control and becoming rock hard. My shorts were clearly stretched with my dick pointing down, straight at her. My face flushed as she abandoned all pre-tense and stared right at my hard cock. She tried to respond to my question but what came out was even less intelligible then what I tried to say. I can't even begin to describe the feeling that came next... All of a sudden I was taken over by this orgasmic feeling. My whole body tensed and wave after wave of pure pleasure engulfed me. I couldn't move. I was ridding this wave of passion as Mary was kneeling in front of me starring at my cock within arms length of her mouth. Her mouth opened slightly and I could see her tongue moving behind her teeth as if it were flicking at and tasting my cock. I continued to ride this incredible wave of pleasure which rippled through my body. Her face was flush, she turned and stared into my eyes. She stood while our eyes were locked and then she turned away... I watched her trying to gain her composure as she walked off to the rest room. I couldn't move... I felt incredible. I felt like my hard on was never going to subside. I then realized I was getting light headed... I had not been breathing... This whole time I had caught my breath and never even noticed. My first attempt at breathing was more of a gasp for air. Recovery was slow. I felt like everyone in the store knew what just happened. Gradually I began to calm down. My breathing eased, my skin color returned to normal. When Mary finally returned from the bathroom nothing was said about the event. We went about our daily business seemingly cautious at first but then everything returned to normal quickly. We never repeated or spoke of the incident, nor did we take anything further. It was one moment in time forever engrained in each of our memories. A Moment in Time This is my first submission on literotica. I hope that all of you enjoy it. Please give me feedback and what not so that I can improve my skills. I would like to know if you think that it should be continued or not etc. Enjoy!! Steven The soothing waves continued crashing onto the shore and around the pier. With the sun slowly setting in the west I stood at the end of the pier deep in thought. The salty air tickled my nose as I breathed. It was definitely something that I loved about living on the beach. I gazed into the horizon as the last of the sail boats guided themselves back to the harbor. There were a few surfers left out on the crashing waves trying to get a few good ones before they headed back in. As I stood there, I could not help but wonder if I would always be alone. With a sigh, I turn around and slowly make my way back to the little beach house I called home. I walk into my little home and rummage around trying to find some little something to eat. Much to my avail all I could find was oatmeal and some cereal. Not much of a choice in my books. I would have to do some shopping tomorrow when I went into town. I finally got a bowl of cereal and plopped down on the sofa to watch whatever I could find on the television. Of course, there wouldn't be anything worth wild on so I just left the news on not really paying it much attention. Once the cereal was gone, I went and washed my dishes and lay across the sofa vaguely listening as I drifted off to sleep. Groggily I open my eyes and look at the clock on the wall. It was only a little after six. Sitting up I look out the blinds and see that the sky is clear and know that it would be a perfect day to spend out on the water. My shopping could wait a little while. As I go through the house I strip out of my clothes so that I could put my wet suit on. I get to the bathroom and find it right where I left it. I lousily brush my teeth and walk over to the toilet. I look down at my five inch flaccid cock. I couldn't help but wonder when I would ever find the right person to settle down with. Here I am a single gay male living on the beach and still couldn't find someone. With that thought, I put my wet suit on and head out to grab my board. As I walked out to the water, I couldn't help but notice there was already a hunk sitting by the water on his board. He looked deep in thought so I let him be. I nodded my head to him as I walked by. I couldn't help but noticed his crystal blue eyes. It felt as if he could see my soul with just a glance. Not to mention, he had saggy dirty blonde hair that was already wet. Just the thought of running my hands through that hair had me turned on. I looked him over and I could tell that he was in shape. From the looks of it, he might be a few inches taller than my six foot two inches. With a sigh I continue out to the water. As I step in, the sea water swirls around my ankles as my toes sink into the squishy sand. I slide onto my board and start swimming out. I notice that there are some nice waves out today. I duck dive through the choppy part and continue my journey out. I finally make it out and get ready to get the next wave. I look behind me and see the wave starting to form and I start paddling to get it. I caught the wave and I was off. I was lost in the moment and didn't notice that I was no longer alone and I was not the only one who had managed to catch the wave. I went to curve back so that I wouldn't lose the wave and ran face first into the hunk that had been on the beach. Needless to say, we both went flying off our boards into the water. I surfaced choking on the salty water that I had inhaled as I tried to gasp for air before going under. I look around and see the hunk come up a few feet away from me. "Hey dude, I am so sorry. I didn't know that you were that close behind me. I didn't even know that you were out here." I said as he got his bearings. He turned and stared at me with those gorgeous eyes. I playful smile lite up his face. "It's no problem. It's partially my fault. I shouldn't have just trailed you so close without your knowledge. By the way my name is Eric." He grabbed his board and paddle a bit closer. "My name is Steven. I haven't seen you around here before. Are you new to the area?" "Yeah, actually I just moved here yesterday. I couldn't wait to get out here on the water. It was a long drive across the country to get here. I was born here in California and got a wild hair after I graduated and moved to New Jersey." "That's awesome. Hey, you want to catch some more waves? Then if you need a hand unpacking I could help if you would like." I said blushing slightly. "That would be great and sure let's get some more waves before all the armatures get out here." He laughed as he got on his board and darted off. ~~~ Eric I was so deep in thought that I barely noticed the stud walk out with his board. I could tell that he was checking me out. I had been lost in thought about what all I needed to do since I had just got here the evening before. I couldn't help but look at his perfectly sculpted surfer body as he went out to catch the waves. Without thinking, I grabbed my gear and went out after him. Might as well make the best of this while I can I thought to myself. I let him get some distance before I really started getting out there with him. I was a pretty good distance away so that he wouldn't notice me. He really seemed at peace out here on the water. He positioned himself for the wave and I followed suit. I caught it with him. I hadn't expected him to turn so fast and we ended up plowing into each other. I looked around as he spoke when we finally came up. He looked as sexy as he was apologizing. I didn't want him to think that it was his fault because it really wasn't. We chatted for a while and I really didn't want him to see what he had done to me. I was so hard that I didn't think I could function properly. I was glad when he suggested surfing some more so that it would take my mind off of my current situation. It was really a bonus when he suggested that he help me unpack and get organized. As I swam off I couldn't help but notice him smile and come after me. I all of a sudden really couldn't wait to start unpacking. This just might turn out to be more of an adventure then I thought. A Moment in Time Marilyn and her son, Brandon, were at Heathrow airport. Her husband, 60 years old, Fred Jacob, was a self made multi millionaire. His construction company had contracts all over the country. Lately, the business expanded internationally and Fred was always travelling, sometimes for weeks on end. He was flying to Dubai to secure a road construction contract. She had married him when she was 20 and he was a young civil engineer. Their only child, Brandon, was born 2 years later. Brandon was in charge of Fred Jacob Associates UK facilities. He is married to Jean and they have no children. There were rumors that Fred was having an affair, but Marilyn never broached the gossip with him. When his father's flight was announced, Brandon wondered if he imagined the rather cool farewell between his parents. As he made his way in the London traffic back to his parent's apartment, Brandon noticed that his mother was quiet and not her usual demeanor. "Anything wrong, mom," he enquired? "What do you mean," she countered. "I noticed you are rather quiet," he said. "Oh," she said, looking at him. "I was contemplating whether we should move to Dubai if your father's contract is successful." "You can always hop on a flight whenever you miss London," her son said jestingly. "I know, but it's not that. What are you doing after this? Care to keep me company for a while?" she said. "Of course, anything for you, mom" he replied. "Jean has her committee meeting today and I'm eating out alone, anyway." "You poor dear, your wife should be looking after you," Marilyn countered. "It's ok, I would rather spend time with you," he smiled at her. It was late in the evening when they arrived at the apartment. "Make yourself a drink while I change," she said, walking off to her room. "Ok, anything for you?" he asked. "No, I'll get it later," Marilyn replied. Brandon sat down on the sofa and looked around the living room. He had a good relationship with his father but it was Marilyn that he dots on, even when he was a kid. He loved her to a fault and sometimes he wondered if he was secretly in love with her, not as a son but as a woman. That was a fantasy he kept locked, deep in the recess of his mind. Brandon wondered if there were problems between his mom and dad. After years of marriage, nothing should be a problem, he thought. "Oh, there you are," Marilyn said as she walked into the living room. Brandon had not been around his parent's apartment for quite some time. He usually meets his mother for lunch at the restaurants. She looked nice and fetching in her home casuals, a satin blouse and long skirt. "Gee, mom, you look great, I could fall in love with this woman anytime," he teased her. "I bet you say that to anyone in skirts," she laughed. She sat down and crossed her legs. In the stillness of the late evening, Brandon instinctively knew that his mother wanted to pour out something to him. "What's between you and dad," Brandon said. "We hardly talk anymore. Do you think there is something wrong with me?" Marilyn said, with a catch in her voice. "Why do you say that," Brandon replied. Brandon felt the sadness in Marilyn's voice and he stood up, walked over and sat beside her. "I know your father is seeing someone else, people are talking and I feel such a fool," she said. "Jesus, mom, there is no one out there who could hold a candle to you," Brandon replied. She smiled at him and he noticed the glistening of tears on her lower eyelids. He embraced her holding her tightly. "I'm here for you, always, I love you," he said, kissing her cheek and smelt the freshness of her odor. Marilyn was taken aback by her son's protective act and turned to face him. It was a moment in time between a man and a woman, not between a mother and son and it consumed them. Suddenly, his lips were softly upon hers. Taken by surprise, Marilyn sat immobile in his arms. Brandon released her immediately and stammered, "I'm so sorry, please forgive me." She felt him trembling in despair and horror. Marilyn felt his love and care for her and her hand reached up and touched his face. "It's all right," Marilyn said softly. "I understand, and I love you." She did not know why but she kissed him back. It was a kiss of love and the loss of innocence. "I love you too," she said gently. Her mouth opened and he entered her deeply. Mother and son kissed passionately. Marilyn felt her son's hands reached under the back of her blouse. They were on her bare flesh. Brandon's fingers were shaking as he unhooked her bra. His hands moved to her front and touched her breasts. Marilyn shuddered and moaned. Their lips locked together as Brandon kneaded his mother's breasts. Brandon pushed up his mother's blouse. It was the first time since he was a baby, that Brandon or any man, other than her husband, had seen Marilyn's breasts. For Brandon, it was only in his lost dreams that he had held and worshipped them. Marilyn laid her body on the sofa backrest, her head thrown back. Brandon unbuttoned his mother's blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. The bra followed. Marilyn's body convulsed involuntarily as her son kissed and tenderly sucked on her nipples. Brandon was beside himself, unable to think rationally. He stood up and quickly pushed down his pants. His penis was free, hard and firm. Standing facing Marilyn, he took her hands and placed them, encircling his girth. Marilyn held the throbbing warmness and looked up. Brandon moved his mother's hand, in a stroking movement. 'He wants me to masturbate him', she realized.. Brandon stood on shaking knees as he guided his mother to stroke him. He called out, "God, mom, oh God." He came almost immediately, ejaculating onto Marilyn's chest. When it was over, he dropped to his knees, watching rivulets of his semen dripping down Marilyn's breasts onto her belly. Marilyn sat, transfixed, unable to fathom what really happened. Her fingers were sticky with her son's semen. Brandon stood up walked to his mother's room. He returned with a towel and wiped away the wetness from her body. He pulled up his trousers. "I have to leave. Will you be all right," he asked her. "Please go, I want to be alone," she replied. Brandon bent down to kiss her mouth but she turned her face. He kissed her cheek. They had not spoken to each other since that night at the apartment. It was only three days ago. Fred had called the office to inform that the contract was secured and he will be flying home the following day. On the pretext of his father's announcement, Brandon had called Marilyn to inform her and that he will be dropping by at around 10 that evening. Marilyn kept looking at the time. The small bedside clock showed 9.43pm. She had been lying down for the best part of an hour, her mind in deep turmoil. She was fraught with foreboding. When Brandon called to inform that he will be coming, she had begun to feel flustered, unsure of her own feelings or what would happen when Brandon came. She heard the sound of his car. He walked into her room and sat on the edge of her bed. Marilyn turned her and looked up at her son. She reached out her right hand and Brandon took it, caressing the softness of her palm and fingers. "I miss you," Brandon said, kissing his mother's hand. "What's to become of us," Marilyn replied. "I don't know, mom, all I care is you and you only. Nothing changes where I am concerned," he said, looking at her tenderly. "What happened was wrong. I could and should have stopped you," Marilyn replied. "Maybe you could have refused me, but I wanted you," he said. "Your father will be back tomorrow, this ends here," Marilyn said. Brandon placed his hand on the exposed part of her leg and stroked gently, pushing her toweled night gown until the swell of her hips showed. Marilyn eyes were on her son's face when he untied the knot of her gown. The towel belt loosened and her spread the gown open. Brandon touched his mother's tummy, her pale flesh revealed the white panties and bra which covered her womanly secrets. "Oh mom, you just drive me crazy," Brandon said, as he rubbed her tummy. Brandon crept up onto the bed and dropped his head to her chest. He pushed the bra strings off her shoulder and pulled the cups down. He kissed her bare nipples alternately and sucked on them. Marilyn's head dropped onto her pillow. The exquisite sensation of the son's lips on her nipples caused her to open her mouth in a quiet moan of pleasure. Brandon pushed himself up and unbuttoned his shirt. He unhooked Marilyn's bra as she unbuckled his belt. As Marilyn caressed her son's chest and midriff, Brandon cupped his mother's breast. He felt her protruding nipples hardened. Brandon pushed his jeans down his hips and stepped out of them. He was already stiff when Marilyn held his penis in her hand. She pulled him down to lie beside her. He placed a leg astride her hips and kissed her breasts while Marilyn stroked his penis. He moaned as Marilyn's tongue licked his flesh. He anticipated what would happen next and he cried out softly when her soft lips took his penis in her mouth. Brandon held his mother's head as she began to suck him. She caressed his balls. Marilyn licked her lips. Brandon knew that his precum had seeped out and his mother had tasted it. He got up and moved beside her. Brandon pulled down Marilyn's panties. She knelt and crouched on her knees. He moved behind her. Marilyn was already sopping wet when Brandon put his face against the valley of her buttocks. He licked her crotch, and tasted her wetness. Marilyn gasped when Brandon pushed his tongue into her vagina. Holding her hips, Brandon mounted his mother. He penetrated her with ease. The sound of flesh flapping against flesh resonated as Brandon fucked her from behind. Marilyn's voice cried out softly, "Brandon, oh baby, oh baby." Brandon pulled out and Marilyn lay on her back. She crossed her legs to embrace her son's back in a scissor's hold as he entered her in the missionary position. His mouth was on hers. He raised himself up off her and their hips were joined. Marilyn looked at his son and felt as though he was trying to push himself as deep as he could into her body. The constant thud of his balls meeting her flesh seems to grow louder as he plunged into her. Brandon was insatiable. It was the same for Marilyn. She wriggled off him and made him lie down. She climbed on top of him. As she fucked against him, his hands grasped and kneaded her hanging breasts. Time seem to stand still as they satisfied their need to consummated their new found illicit love for each other. He took her lying sideways, pressing her thighs together, so that Marilyn could feel the width of his throbbing manhood. Marilyn could sense that Brandon was reaching his climax. She had to warn him. "Don't come inside me," she said haltingly. "I know mom," he replied. He pulled out and ejaculated on her buttocks. Brandon smeared his sperm onto her anus. The touch of his knob against her brown opening caused her to shudder. Brandon did not try to push in. He had never felt such complete fulfillment before, not even with his wife. In the aftermath of their consummation, Marilyn reached behind and rubbed her son's sticky secretion onto her quivering buttocks. She knew how close she was to the fact that Brandon could have come inside her. Still capable of conceiving she could have Brandon's child growing inside her. The sinful thought brought back her to reality. She savored his love making. It was an aphrodisiac that she never imagined possible. She heard the sound of the shower from her bathroom. She wondered what Brandon felt and how it will all work out. But this night will be long and fulfilling... A Moment in Time Thanks to Linda2953 for taking the time to edit this story for me and make it a much better read. Have you ever sat down and thought about a moment in time? Something or some time, which has stayed in your memory forever. I'm not talking about a wedding or a death in the family. Those are things we all remember. I talking about something insignificant to most everyone else but it meant something to you. I was at a funeral recently of a brother. After the service as we entered the restaurant, one of my sisters, I have three, said that two women wanted to say hi to me. They were two lifelong friends of my older sisters, whose husband passed away. I quietly asked my sister who they were and she told me Mary and Jill. I knew Jill, but didn't remember Mary very well. I hadn't seen her in over forty-five years. I went up to them like they were old friends and when Mary asked me if I knew who she was, I said, "Of course, you're Mary," and gave her a big hug. I then turned to Jill and said, "Hi Jill, always good to see you." Jill lost her husband about nine months before. My sister had told me about it. I've seen Jill a dozen times throughout the years at events my sister has had. Her kids' marriages and anniversary parties, things like that. "Jill, I'm sorry to hear about Tom. He was a good man." She thanked me and I gave her a hug. She smiled at me the way she has always done since I first met her when I was a kid. Here comes my moment in time. I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "I remember when I was fourteen and you were spending the night at our house and I climbed on the bed and kissed you." She smiled at me and said she remembered it, too. She asked me if I remember the time at my sisters wedding. I told her I did and she gave me that beautiful smile. The problem was, I didn't remember. I guess that was her moment in time. Mary overheard Jill and said she never knew that we were a couple and our secret was safe with her. I told her we never were a couple. It was just a 'moment in time'. I went back to my table and sat with my family. I could see Jill and Mary at their table. Damn, I liked that woman. **** Jill and Mary were my sister Diane's best friends. They all went to the same high school together. I was a couple of years younger than all of them, so I was considered the little brother. I had my own life but whenever Jill came around, I would stare at her. I remember her having a nice shape and big boobs. Young boys notice that. She would always smile at me and my sister would tell me to 'get lost'. The time Jill spent the night; my sister had just left the room. The door was open and Jill was sitting in the middle of the bed in her PJ's. She looked up at me and smiled. I went into the room, climbed on the bed and kissed her on the lips for a few seconds. I was just a kid, so it probably wasn't all that good. I knew I had done something wrong and quickly jumped off the bed and went back to my room. I didn't even take the time to apologize. I figured Jill would tell my sister and she'd tell our mom and dad and I would be in big trouble. I waited a few minutes and nothing happened. I figured the shit would hit the fan the next morning, but at the breakfast table, no one said anything. I looked over at Jill and received a smile. She never said anything about it. I didn't see Jill very often after that. We moved to the suburbs and I attended a different high school than my sisters had. Mom let them finish at the school they were at. After that, they moved out on their own. I hardly ever saw Jill. All I had, was our moment in time. Whenever I'd thought about it, it made me smile. Kind of the 'what if' syndrome. What if I was older? What if we dated and became closer? Throughout the years whenever I would see her, I always remembered the kiss and my 'what if' syndrome. When my sister Diane was getting married, my brother Stan asked me to be his best man. He'd said I didn't have to plan a party or anything like that. He wasn't into that sort of thing. I just had to hold the wedding rings. They were just having a small wedding in the church and a small reception, mostly just family members and a few friends. I did rent a tux and thought I looked pretty good. My sister said that Jill was her maid of honor. My sister looked nice, but my eyes were on Jill. She looked so beautiful. At the small reception, I remember dancing with Jill and when I went to the cloakroom, she came in. I couldn't help myself and kissed her. That's all I remember. I wish I could remember more, but I can't. **** Life went on and I heard Jill got married to Tom. I married also and began my married life. My wife was wonderful. We had forty-two great years together until she became ill. I did my best to take care of her. She died a year and a half ago. I sure miss her. I would prefer to have her here and have to be her nurse again, than be alone. She was always worried that I would get remarried, but burying one wife is enough for me. We raised three kids and have four grandchildren. I know they all miss her, but they hated seeing her in pain. When they say opposites attract, whoever they are, they weren't kidding. Donna and I were opposites. I wanted to travel but she said we should save our money; we can travel after we retire. It was just her way of saying she didn't want to travel. Now I have money, but no one to travel with. Donna was a homebody. She loved to do artsy things and constantly wanted to remodel the house. She was a great mother and grandmother. I was an ok dad but I spent a lot of time working. I liked sports, she hated them. Thinking back, we did a lot of compromising in our life but we did love each other. Early in our marriage I got a promotion that took us away from our families. We moved to another state. Our kids were little, so it didn't affect them as much as it did Donna. We were from a big city and moved to a little town. She hated it until we bought our home. After that, things changed and she loved the rural area we lived in. She planted a garden every year and as I mentioned constantly remodeled the house. We added rooms, a patio and even a pool. I went along with most everything she wanted. It was just over five years ago when things changed. She had a number of operations and went through hell trying to conquer her illness. Our kids were all married but stopped by most every day to see their mother. She had her own bedroom now and I had mine. There wasn't any love making between us except for holding her and sometimes cuddling. My sex life was down to reading stories or masturbating to a porno flick. She knew it and didn't like it but I told her it was better than the options. I wasn't going to cheat on her. After her death, I still didn't date. Hell, I was sixty-five years old and wasn't about to start over. Who the hell would want an old man? I thought about my life and knew I had lived a good one. A loving wife and great kids. I thought back to my moment in time and did wonder what Jill thought that day in the bedroom so many years ago. As I mentioned earlier, I saw her maybe a dozen times throughout the years. She and Tom catered parties and other occasions. Whenever we went to one, I always said hi to Jill and gave her a hug. I don't think her husband Tom cared for it much but that's just the way it was. I never talked to Jill except for a few minutes at these occasions. I don't know if she ever remembered our little kiss and I sure as hell wasn't going to mention it. In fact, I never mentioned it to anyone ever. It was just a secret, I had kept for myself. **** Back to the dinner, at the funeral. After everyone ate, we mingled and I did catch Jill alone. I know she was a much older woman then the one I'd kissed many years ago but she was still beautiful in my eyes and had a personality to match. We talked and I told her that I lied to her. She looked at me, sort of odd and asked "When"? I told her that I remembered the time I kissed her in the bedroom and even remember kissing her in the cloakroom, but that was all that I remember. She smiled at me and kind of shook her head. "Jerry, I came in the cloak room because I wanted to kiss you. Then, I told you I was engaged to Tom and that this would never happen again. I loved Tom and never cheated on him but often wondered what would happen if you and I would have been together." "You had feelings for me? I had feelings for you too, but you were my sister's best friend. She would have killed me if she knew I'd kissed you." "Jerry, I knew we had the age difference thing and it bothered me a little. You were just a little runt of a guy, but I did have feelings for you. I guess some things never change." "Jill, we are both alone now. Would you like to go out for dinner sometime or something?" I asked. "You live two hundred and fifty miles away. You're going to come here just to take me out to dinner?" She was laughing. "Maybe you can meet me part way, at least the first time." She laughed again. She gave me one of her old business cards. She was selling her catering business. On the back, she wrote her cell phone number. "Call me in a few days, I need to think about this," she smiled at me. I said my goodbyes to everyone and my daughters and I headed for home. It was a few days later when I called Jill. "Well, what's the verdict? Are you hungry?" I could feel her heartwarming smile over the phone. "Ok, I'll meet you, one time. I looked at a map and I'll meet you in Marion. That's almost half way. No hanky panky and no sex." I could hear her laughing. "I would never take advantage of you in a restaurant," I replied. "Are you going to tell Diane?" I asked. "No, not this time. Let's just see how this goes first. She just lost her husband and I don't want to shock her even more." We set up a date and I met her at the Holiday Inn Restaurant. The first thing I told her was that I didn't get a room. I was going to drive home just like her. She gave me her patented smile and we went and had dinner and even a couple of drinks. I couldn't believe we had been there over two hours. It was beginning to get dark and I told her I was sorry for keeping her so long and that I knew she had a long drive home. "Jerry, I have a room. I don't like driving at night. Would you like to spend the night with me?" I was shocked but didn't have to think twice. I know I had a worried look on my face. "What is it Jerry? Did I say something wrong?" "No, it's me. There is something I have to tell you." "Do you have ED? If so, we can still cuddle." "No, I don't have Erectile Dysfunction; if anything I might have the opposite." "I don't understand," Jill replied. "Jill, I haven't had sex with a woman in five years. I wouldn't cheat on Donna, so I masturbated a lot. I'm sorry, but I know that sounds awful. I'm afraid I'll come quite quickly. Also, I read somewhere that guys that masturbate have trouble feeling anything when they are inside a woman." Jill smiled. Jerry, leave that part up to me. I was a masseuse years ago and I'm pretty sure we can work it out." We headed up to her motel room. We were both a bit shy on where to start. I dimmed the lights and put the TV on a music station for easy listening music. I couldn't believe that the first song that came on was by 'Cherish'; it was titled, 'Moment in Time'. Here are the words of the chorus. If I could make time stand still then I know we can live this moment for ever Can we stay right here, you don't have to go, baby close that door I really am missing you, I rather be kissing you. And I don't know what I would do, If I couldn't make love to you Over and Over and Over I wish that I could live this moment in time. It reminded me of my moment in time when I first kissed Jill so many years ago. I saw a tear in her eye as I kissed her. It was as though it was yesterday when we first kissed. I slowly undressed her and for the first time saw her beautiful big breasts. "Not anything like they were fifty years ago," she laughed. I lay her across the bed and sucked on her breasts for the next ten minutes. I got up and quickly undressed and pulled off her panties. I might have been old, but I've watched enough porn to know what to do. I got between her legs and kissed her light bush. I went lower and sucked on her clit and she became wet. I continued to lick and suck on her pussy, pushing my tongue in and out. She was moaning as I got up on my knees and she spread her legs even more. I took my rock hard cock and slowly pushed it into my sister's best friend's pussy. I was afraid of not feeling anything or coming too soon. Neither happened. For a mature woman, Jill's pussy was tight. She told me she exercised regularly and tried to keep her body in good shape. Looking at her body a person would think she was in her forties instead of her sixties. Her pussy gripped my cock just tight enough that it felt great. I came hard and long. She was smiling at me and I knew she had an orgasm as well. I could feel her pussy pulsating. After we finished I turned off the TV and the lights and for the first time in five years, I cuddled up to a woman's ass. It felt so good. I fell asleep and woke up a couple of hours later. My cock was still pressed against Jill's ass. It started to get hard and I wasn't quite sure what to do until I felt her hand grab my cock and guide it to the opening of her pussy. She lifted her leg, rolled over on her back, and rested her leg on my hip. I began fucking her with slow, hard strokes. I could feel her pressing against me and we had a rhythm going. Not a word was spoken but we were both making a lot of sounds, and I came for the second time that night. I'd felt her come again also. She said, "Good night Jerry, sweet dreams," and rolled back over on her side. The next morning I thought would be awkward but it wasn't. We both got up and I took a shower first and put my clothes back on. Jill had an overnight case since she was planning to spend the night. While she was in the shower, I made us both a cup of coffee. She came out of the bathroom fully clothed, sat down and we talked. "What does this mean Jill?" I asked. "It was two lonely people that needed to be loved and it couldn't have been better," she replied. "Where do we go from here? What's next?" "Where do you want it to go Jerry? As of now, we're kind of friends with benefits," she was laughing. "Jill, I was going to buy a motor home and tour the states. Donna never liked to travel, so we really haven't been anywhere. Would you consider traveling with me? If at anytime you want to go home, I'll take you there. I just think it would be fun to travel with a companion." "A sleeping companion," she remarked but laughed. "That too," I replied. "I have to be honest with you and let you know I don't plan on getting married again. I think you should know that." "I don't want to get married again either. To much hassle with the kids and all." Jill had three kids also. They were all married with families of their own. "Jerry, I have a suggestion before we go gallivanting around the country. Let's take a cruise, say to Alaska. I've always wanted to go there but Tom and I were always too busy working. "It will give us a chance to see how compatible we are and see what we have in common. If it all works out, I would be willing to travel with you, but you have to tell Diane." We said our goodbyes and said we would stay in touch. I called her less than a week later and asked her if she was serious about the Alaska cruise. She said she was. I told her I called a travel agent, they had a cancellation, and we could go in two weeks. She hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Let's do it. We only live once." She reminded me to call my sister and tell her we were going. I waited a day before making the call. When I called her, she asked me why I waited so long, that Jill told her about our dinner date and called her to tell her about our cruise. She let me know, in no uncertain terms, that Jill was her best friend and to treat her right. She also said she was happy for both of us and wondered when all this began. I told her that Jill could explain it to her. I told my kids about Jill and I taking the cruise and they were happy for me. They've met Jill, but didn't really know her. I did explain to them that we were going as friends. She wasn't there to replace their mother. "Dad, Mom's gone and you were with her and taking care of her till the day she died. You deserve a little fun in your life. Just enjoy what life you have left. We love you Dad." **** We left for the cruise and had a wonderful time. Our days were filled with seeing new things and places. All our meals were supplied and we didn't want for anything. In the evenings, we went to the lounges, listened to the music and even danced. We both still wore our wedding rings and everyone kept telling us that they hoped that they were in much in love, as we seemed to be, when they got older. We just told them we were married for forty-three years, which is true. It's just wasn't to each other. We made love at night, but not every night. Sometimes we just cuddled. We'd just got back from our cruise and I went and met Jill's family. They were friendly and all of them said they called my sister their aunt. I took Jill home with me to meet my family. To say they loved her would almost be an understatement. They told her that they have been worried about me since my wife passed away and they were so happy that I found an old friend to spend time with. I'm now in the process of buying a motor home. Jill and I have decided to give it a try. We had to promise the kids that we would come home at least once a month and to bring home souvenirs for the grandkids. We are about to leave for our first journey. We've decided to go out west. Wish us luck. Thank you for reading my story Comments are always welcome and appreciated DG Hear A Moment in Time It was not far off half past five, and the night was drawing in. End of January and a wet, chilly night; the rain slanting down. I sat behind the counter, polishing cloth in one hand and a pretty French gold lady's watch with a miserable, shitty movement in the other. As I mused desultorily about why it was always the French who united the best cases with the worst movements, I watched the passers-by hurrying homeward, umbrellas, held in front of their faces; a vain defence against the piercing rain. "Well, that's it for tonight," I said to myself. I hadn't had a customer since mid-morning, which had left me free to get on with some satisfying work. Ben, my case man, a retired cabinet-maker, had come in this morning. He had done a lovely job on a walnut long-case, and I had spent the afternoon cleaning the movement and setting it up. He was an Edward East, eight-day clock, and he was now keeping perfect time. Through the lenticle glass I could see the slow, stately movement of the polished brass pendulum, and, as I worked I could hear him singing out the hours and quarters on his beautiful silvery bells. It would be a wrench to return him to his home, the Belgrave Hall Museum, where he kept some very distinguished company. "Soon be time for a cup of tea", I said to myself. The door opened and the bell jangled on its iron spring. She closed her umbrella and stood it by the door, then walked up to the counter and opened her capacious handbag. A pretty dark-haired, dark-eyed young woman in a raincoat. Mid-twenties; dressed for an office job. Wet through and surly. "You look as if you could do with a cup of tea. I was just going to make one." Never hurts to make a friendly overture to a potential customer. They don't grow on trees, people who want watch and clock repairs. She didn't refuse, so I continued, "Dry yourself off with this towel, and I'll put the kettle on." I did not wait for an answer, and pushed off back to my tiny kitchen. By the time I came back with a tea-tray and a plate of biscuits, she had dried her hair and brushed it into some semblance of tidiness. Set out on the counter on the piece of green baize I kept for the purpose, I could see two wristlet watches and a gold half-hunter. My business is also my lifelong obsession, so with a muttered excuse-me, I left her to be mother whilst I was putting my glass in my eye, and reaching for the first wrist-watch. It was a lady's watch, maybe fifty years old, by the Swiss maker Longines, best known for aviator watches and chronometers. At least this one would have a good quality movement. The second watch was a UK Military issue Smith's Astral. A good solid workhorse of a watch, but of no particular value. Automatically I checked that it was not overwound, but one or two turns of the crown and the watch started to tick and the second hand to go round. The third watch was by a Birmingham maker, Geo. Harrison. I would have to look him up. I popped the case, and dropped the movement gently into my hand. The case was hallmarked Birmingham 1911, and it and the Albert were eighteen carat gold. Ten years before it would have been worth little more than scrap gold value, but the dressy young men with money to burn we were starting to call "yuppies" were taking to flaunt gold watches and chains with their dinner clothes, so the prices were going up fast. Altogether a nice lot. Not of huge value, but a nice bit of cash. I looked up at her. "I take it you're selling these." "Yes, they were my mum and dad's. I've got people coming to look at the books and furniture, but my brother thought these had some value." "Some value, yes. Have you price in mind?" "No. I was hoping you would make an offer." I am not one of those people who will not show my hand. So I opened the negotiation. "I can give seventy for the watch and chain, Twenty for the lady's watch and five for the gentleman's." "Ninety-five. Round it up to the hundred?" "Ok. You've twisted my arm." We both laughed. She signed the purchase book as the law requires, writing Sarah Elizabeth Tisdall, in a neat schoolgirl hand. We drank out tea and munched digestives companionably, and chatted. "Is this your shop? You seem rather young to be in charge." "Yes, that's my name over the door. I planned to go into this business sooner or later, but the chance came when I was only nineteen. So I thought, why wait?" "How did that come about?" "Well, January three years ago I went to one of Neale's fine art auctions in Nottingham and had a totally wasted afternoon. I was driving back down the Six Hills Road and I saw a notice saying auction tonight at Cotgrave Parish Hall. It was pouring with rain, but I thought I should at least view the auction, so I stopped. Viewing was almost over, and, apart from a porter smoking a fag I was the only one there. "The furniture and pictures were crap, but, looking through the boxes of miscellaneous, I came to a better than average lot. Under the hunting prints and cracked meat-plates, I saw a battered cigar box. In it was a little cloth bag. I shook the contents out and found a small enamelled lady's verge watch, the bezel all crusted with yellowing stones. It looked like a fake Breguet, made by Samson or one of those firms, but, if so, it was by a maker I did not know. I decided to have it anyway. Even if it was a repro it was a damned good one, with lovely deep blues and greens in the enamel work., and a delectable pastoral scene on the back. "I put it back in its sock, and walked across the road for a pint and a cheese and onion roll. When I got back to the hall, it was slowly filling up, but it was clearly a local crowd, and I could see only one dealer, Maurice Denny, a cheapskate who worked with a couple of knockers. I knew he would try to run me up just out of jealousy, but he would not be hard to scare off. "My lot was number 89. I started in buying the lots of miscellaneous starting from number 85. I bid a pound, Maurice ran me up to a fiver then dropped out. Same thing with 86. 87 had a couple interested, and it went to eleven pounds. Maurice dropped out a seven, and I dropped out at ten. "88 dropped to me for a fiver, and we came to number 89. I bid my usual pound, and the bidding started. "There was some interest in the room. After twenty pounds, the bidding went up in fives. At fifty the last bidder fell away, and I got my lot for fifty-five. "I was well pleased, but kept my poker face. Then the funny thing happened. The old couple who had run me up, came over to me a bit nervously, and asked if I could possibly sell them the rather good watercolour of Ely Cathedral. They came from Ely, and the artist was their grandmother. They would gladly give me fifty pounds for it. I snapped their hands off. "The watch was a Breguet with a documented history. It had belonged to Adrienne, the Marquise de Lafayette, and she had been painted holding the watch open in a portrait by Prud'hon now at Versailles. If I never had another coup like this in my life, I would be an exceptionally lucky man. I sent it to auction in Zurich, and made enough money to buy this shop and the flat upstairs, and start my business." As I talked, I had opened the drawer at the back of the counter, and pulled out a sheaf of photos. I picked out two large colour prints of the watch, front and back. Although the first sight made my heart race, I had to admit that to the untutored eye it did not look all that special, with its little cramped face, the rather gaudy enamelled pastoral scene covering the 22 carat gold, and the crust of little gemstones which happened to be yellow diamonds. You want to see beauty? I have a Thomas Tompion verge watch, recased by his brilliant son George Graham that looks as if it were made by an angel. Simple, consummate chaste elegance. Never for one moment would I have kept something as vulgar as the Breguet for myself. Ok, so I have got to be a bit of a bore, droning on and on. I suppose it comes from working alone for most of the week, and living alone since my mother died. The young lady listened so attentively and with such sympathetic eyes, that I just ran off at the mouth unstoppably. She said the last thing I could possibly have expected. I've got to be home in two hours, but you can take me to bed if you like." How cold she seemed! I did not understand, and, to my shame and regret I responded as coldly as she seemed to me. "That's a better offer than cleaning the waiting room clock from the station. Come upstairs why don't you?" I moved towards the stairs. To my surprise my off-putting tone didn't seem to have any effect on her. She preceded me up the stairs to my flat without a word. As she mounted the steep, narrow staircase, I had plenty of time to admire her slim ankles and smooth, muscular calves under her knee-length pin-stripe skirt, and the rounded, generous bottom just visible under her tailored jacket. This pretty, likeable girl is as lonely as I am, I thought. In the bedroom - I was thankful that I had made the bed that morning - we stripped off our clothes in silence and, in silence, began to exchange kisses and caresses. I remembered that I had a package of three in the bedside drawer, but as I pulled it out and showed it to her - still, oddly enough, in silence - she shook her head and broke the silence: "No, please, I just want to feel you inside me. I am pretty safe at this time of the month, and I really hate those things." We rutted on that bed like animals. No. Not really like animals. Animals rut because they are driven by a biological imperative to reproduce. For us the act was all. She was wet and I was erect, and we had no use for foreplay. I slammed into her, and she slammed right back. She drove her pubic bone so hard against mine that we shuddered, and then we set up a frantic rhythm, as if she was desperate to get to a climax before me, and I to get there before her. As it was in a minute or so we shuddered to an intense orgasm and I think that at the same moment we realised that we had been holding our breath the whole time. We started to laugh, and she started to cry. Soon she was sobbing in uncontrolled grief. stroked her hair, cuddled her up to my chest and murmured endearments and made comforting noises. Her name was Sarah, but she preferred Sally for reasons that soon became apparent. As the intensity of her crying subsided, she started to talk in a low, uninflected voice, as if she was trying to drain out the passion that would otherwise drown her. "My mum and dad died in their bed last winter. They were gassed with carbon monoxide from a faulty gas fire in their bedroom. I came into the room when dad did not get up for work, and found them lying there, not pale, but bright red in the face. Mum died in her sleep, but Dad came to just enough to vomit up his supper before he died. I loved them, and I miss them every day of my life. "The house was left jointly to my sister and myself. My sister is twelve years older than I am, and we have never got on. She married a man much older than herself, as joyless and sour as she is. Our parents' house was much better than theirs and so they gave up their lease and moved in with me. I have not had a moment's happiness from that day to this. "I am not a very strong-willed person, and I hate rows and conflict. The pair of them bully and browbeat me all the time, My happy home-life has become a total misery. They belong to some damned Adventist sect that seems to be designed to make people miserable. Their sabbath is Saturday, so on Saturdays they are in chapel all day long, and of course on Sundays everything is closed anyway. If I get home late from work they give me the third degree: Where have I been? Who have I been with? What have I been doing? I am only here now because they go to a bible study group every Wednesday evening 'til about nine. "They pressure and pressure me to go to their accursed meetings with them. They say that, because I won't go along with their loony ideas that they must avoid association with me to escape contamination. So they want me to move out and leave the house to them. But I've got nowhere to go, and nobody to go to." She wailed this last bit out and began to cry again. After a minute or two, she composed herself again. "I am so sorry I used you like this. You seem like a nice man. I am sorry to go all weepy on you like this, but I am at my wit's end. Do you know, I was a virgin when I lost my parents? Now I jump into bed with strangers just for a little human contact. Pathetic isn't it?" We lay there naked. But by now, sex was the last thing on our minds. We were giving and taking comfort at something close to an infantile level. I sucked on her breast as she stroked my hair. After a while I got up and made some tea and brought it back to bed. I found that, to reclaim a shred of dignity she had put on her underclothes, so I did the same. We lay and looked at each other and smiled a smile of mutual understanding. As she was leaving, she suddenly said, "Are you at all interested in gold coins? My dad had a cigar box full, mostly sovereigns, and some guineas. Anyway, are they any good to you?" "Yes of course. I use a little bit of gold in my work, and I buy a bit of scrap gold. If they're collectable coins, I would have to talk to a numismatist friend of mine, but ordinary used coins are worth their bullion price. I can get a price for you with no trouble at all." She smiled broadly. "How about I bring them round to show you? Same time next Wednesday?" Sally did not wait a week. On Saturday she walked back into the shop with a cigar box of coins in a Finefare carrier bag. We went upstairs once again and made love again and again. There was no desperation this time, just a quiet relaxed intimacy that gave us both what our souls craved. At around eight, she began to look at her watch. "Don't go." I urged. "Please don't go. Stay the night. Stay with me." She stayed with me. I hope we are never parted. Weekdays she goes to work at the Town Hall, Saturdays she looks after the walk-in customers whilst I work out the back. Her sister can have the house - we don't need it. A Moment in Time I am glad that I told my best friend and lover Keith how I felt about him. And he took it as well as can be. Hell we are together that's all that counts. My name is Greg, and Keith and me have been together for so long now that I think we have both forgotten what single life is. Not that either of us mind. Here is our story. It all started back in 12th grade. We met during football practice that first day of school. He was the start quarterback and I was the starting fullback. An odd combination I know but still. We became best friends from that day forth. Both of us being the oldest on the team, both 19 it did kind of make sense that we became best friends. And to this day I'm thankful for him being my friend. About half way through 12th grade I started to realize that I was more interested in the male figure. It scared me but I seemed to accept it right away. I still had a thing for girls, but it wasn't like the way I felt for guys. Every time I would see a hot guy my dick would spring up and start to throb. It was never like that for a girl. The few times that I was with a girl it took forever to get it up. And yes it was embarrassing. But enough chitter chatter. I first started noticing my attraction for guys after practice one day when we were showering. Keith was standing in the stall next to me, and I happened to look over and see that he was hard. I don't think he noticed, and thank god for that. Because just looking at him got me rock hard. I didn't know what to do. Do I jack off or do I try and calm it down. I figured that it would be best to calm down. So I thought about girls and it left. It kept happening for the next couple weeks. And it got harder and harder to hide. The next major time it happened was during practice. Watching him bend over and shake his butt like he was just got me started again. I was scared; I didn't know what to do. So finally I thought it's either tell him or leave the team. And I couldn't do that I loved playing football too much. So I got up the courage to ask him to my house to tell him. I think he realized that something was wrong. Because I know that I was acting funny around him. He tried to talk to me but I couldn't look him in the eyes. So he agreed to come over that Thursday after practice. I thank god that my parents' stock investments paid off. I now have my own bedroom in the basement. And the room has a refrigerator, a bathroom, a big screen T.V., a VCR and anything else that I could want. So I knew that we would have privacy. He finally got there and we headed down for my room. I had made sure that I had plenty of food and soda for us so that we could talk and eat at the same time. We headed down there but before I got the chance to talk, he said he had something to tell me. I couldn't figure out what he wanted to talk to me about. He sat down and I put out the sodas and the chips and sweet stuff I had. He opened a soda and started to talk. "Look I know that you have been avoiding me for a few weeks and I think I know why. Please don't hate me for this, but I have to tell you. I have been watching you and checking you out during and after practice. And I have to tell you that I find you very attractive and god I don't know how to say this. I'm gay. I have known for sometime." Keith said. I looked at him in shock. He wouldn't look me in the eye. I walked over to where he was sitting and lifted his chin with my hand. "Keith I have a confession to make as well. I have been watching you. That's why I have been avoiding you. Every time we have been in the showers after practice I have to keep myself from looking at you and getting hard. I know I'm gay as well and I know that I'm falling for you." When I finished speaking, I leaned over and kissed his lips. Very softly and very gently at first but then with more pressure. It was different then kissing a girl, but nicer in many ways. He kissed me back and took me deeper into his arms to hold me. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him with all the passion that I had been holding back for weeks. I cold tell he was doing the same thing. I could feel his cock pressing against his pants and I know that he could feel mine. I started to push his shirt up so that I could feel his naked skin against my hands. He did the same with me without breaking the kiss. Finally it got to be too much and we both ripped each other's shirts off. Then I broke the kiss and started to suck his nipples. His hands were going through my hair and he was moaning very loudly. He pulled me up and started to suck on my nipples. I couldn't help but moan and drip his hair. He moved down and started to undo my pants with his teeth. I started to gyrate my hips cause I was going nuts. I was ready to blow my load right then and there. But I knew that I wanted this first time to last. "Keith have you ever done this before?" I asked breathing very hard. He shook his head and continued to undo my pants. He pulled my zipper down and then raised his hands up to pull my pants down. I'm not wearing any underwear because I prefer going commando. I could tell he like that because he dove right for my 9-inch cock. I was throbbing and when he engulfed it in his mouth I went nuts. His hot mouth felt so nice on my cock. He started to bob his head up and down and moan against it. I couldn't help but moan louder and louder. I knew we wouldn't be heard or interrupted so it didn't matter. I was in heaven and from the sound coming out of him he was in heaven as well. He looked up at me without breaking his suction and his eyes just conveyed a message of love and heaven. I pulled him up and changed places with him. I didn't want to blow my load too soon. I pulled his boxers and sweats down and started licking his 9-inch cock like a lollypop. His head rolled back and he started moaning and thrusting his hips up and down. This went on for a few more minutes and then he pulled me off and suggested a 69. I agreed wholeheartedly. So we walked over to my bed, both of us supporting massive hard on's. We lay down on my bed face at each other's feet and just started sucking each other again. It felt so good. Sucking his cock like I was and him sucking mine all I wanted to do was blow my load in his mouth. I started to move my hips faster and faster fucking his mouth. He started to do the same thing and I could feel his cum building up. I knew that I would cum soon and I wanted to make sure he was ready for it. As I started to pull off he shook his and I took that as an ok to blow my load. I shook my head at him so that he knew that he could blow his load in my mouth as well. Both of us started to pump cum out at the same time. We both stiffened up and pumped harder as it flowed out in spurts and spurts. Both of us swallowing every drop of each other juices. After we pulled off we just lay there looking at each other. I smiled and came up to kiss his mouth. Tasting my cum and him tasting his cum. I snuggled into him and just relaxed. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. "God I have wanted you for so long now. And now I have you. And you have me." He said kissing me slowly. "Yes my love I am yours. What are we going to do about school though? How do we hide our love?" I asked. "I don't think we will have to worry about it during football. The whole team is pretty much gay. As for the rest of the school, I don't care. What about you?" I shook my head and said, "no I don't. If the rest of the team doesn't hide it then why should we?" With that said we started kissing again and I could feel him betting hard. I reached over and pulled out a bottle of lube. I looked at him and he took the bottle from me knowing what I wanted. He lubed himself up very well and I flipped over so that I was on my hands and knees. He lubed up my whole and slid a finger in there. I had done this to myself a few times, so it felt great. His fingers felt better then mine ever had. "Baby? Are you ready for me?" He asked his voice full of concern. I looked at him and said "yes baby, please I want you to make love to me." "Good I can't wait to make love to you. But after will you make love to me?" He asked. "Of course." I said slowly. With that he slid himself into me very slowly. I could feel him slide in and oh god he felt so good. "God baby you're so tight. You feel so good. I have waited for this for so long." He whispered. He started to move in and out slowly. Going faster and deeper every time. Finally we built up a rhythm that was quick and very pleasurable. When he started to cum he filled my ass so well. When I felt the first spurt I started too spray all over myself. I couldn't help it he felt so good. He kissed me hard as we both collapsed. We lay there side by side for a little while until we both cooled off a little bit. He just held me the whole time not moving. I didn't want to move I felt so safe and loved laying there in his arms. After laying there for about 30 minutes I started to get hard again. I looked up at him and pointed my head down. He looked and saw and gave me a mischievous grin. He then flipped himself over so he was laying on his stomach with his ass up in the air. I took that as a full invitation to make love to him. I grabbed the lube and started to lube up my cock and his ass. He started to moan when I stuck my well-lubed finger up there. He was so tight, I loved the feeling. He was much tighter then a girl's pussy could ever be. I asked him if he was ready for me and he said yes. So I took my cock in hand and guided it toward his perky little ass. When I get to the hole I just shoved it in. Just the head but still I was kinda of rough. He seemed to like it though cause he didn't complain, in fact he moaned even louder. I started to pump my self in and out till I was fully imbedded inside his ass. I was in complete heaven. I didn't want to leave. I just made love to him like I had never made love to anyone else. And I love it. I reached around and played with his balls a little bit and jacked him off. The faster I went, the louder he moaned. Within moments I started to spray his ass with my cum. I had never cum so much so fast. As soon as I started to shoot I felt his cock throb and explode. By then we were both screaming in ecstasy. After a few moments I lost my hold and collapsed onto him. He just rolled over so that I could be back in his arms. Within moments of that happening we were both sound asleep. Each of us holding the other, not caring what happened at that moment in time. A Moment In Time The light burned dimly from the dark nightstand next to the bed. The glow cast soft shadows across her face as she slowly finished her glass of wine. Her sticky lips left a soft smudge of pink on the empty glass. Her tongue danced seductively on her lips as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the lingering fruit of the wine. He smiled gently as he removed his tie and sat himself on the edge of the bed. He appreciated the shadows that her breasts cast from the bedroom light. Her perfect skin melted into a seductive crease that grew into two breathtaking mounds, hidden behind the smooth silk of her blouse. She blushed as she noticed his admiring stare. Quickly she regained her composure and smiled mischievously and slowly slid to her lover. She placed her hand softly on his thigh; the cool wool of his pants gave a small charge as she slid her hand slowly higher. She moved her face to him, smiling and slowly pursed her lips. Lightly their lips met as they closed their eyes. His breath was lightly scented in mint as she breathed deeply. The cologne he wore pierced her smell as it filled her lungs. She pressed her lips harder against his. He stroked her back and she arched closely to him. Her breasts rose with each breath she took, pushing harder into his chest. Their lips parted and she could feel his tongue slowly enter her mouth. The tips of their tongues danced a delicate ballet. Slowly they encircled each other and twisted into a passionate kiss. Her lips sucked his tongue as she slowly backed off his rigid tongue. She smiled while he slowly removed the remainder of his tongue. She closed her eyes when she felt his warm breath upon her neck. Her perfume pierced his smell driving him forward. She could feel her eyes rolling back under her lids as his lips moved lightly from under her cheek to the bottom of her neck. She let out a soft moan as she felt herself becoming moist. He gently placed his hand between her legs and she instinctively spread her legs the tiniest bit just enough to invite him further. He moved his hand slowly up and under her skirt. His fingers stroked her pussy through the soaked panty. Gently he started from the bottom of her, slowly reaching her hardening clit. He could feel the folds in her lips through the thin material. "Mmm, that feels so good," she heard herself murmur. She felt herself slowly falling back into the bed, though it was actually her lover lovingly lowering her onto it. He continued to kiss her neck as his fingers slowly removed her blouse. One by one the buttons fell away exposing her milky breasts that lay hidden behind the flimsy black bra. Her breasts rose and fell with each inhalation. She could feel her nipples tingling while he removed each button. His face nuzzled her breasts though the silk of her blouse still separated him from her rosy treasures. When he unhooked her bra, the snap seemed to pierce the silent passion that they played in. Her breasts were released from the tight grasp of her bra. She playfully tossed it away and smiled wickedly at her man. She slowly moved her hand up his leg until she reached his cock bulging through his pants. She smiled when she felt that is was already hard. She slowly stroked it through his trousers between her ring and middle fingers. "Wait...you'll have your chance," he smiled at her, while removing her hand. Again he focused on her heaving breasts. Up and down he ran the tip of his tongue over her growing nipples. The pink of her nipples blended into his probing tongue and became one. He surrounded her nipple with his lips and lightly sucked. She arched and pushed her breast farther into his mouth. Cupping and squeezing them he sucked wantonly on them. She moaned, enjoying the sensation of his lips on one of her nipples and this hand gently squeezing her other one. Instinctively she opened her legs and pulled him in closer. "Mmm," she murmured, as he increased his fervor. He sat up and removed his shirt and let it slowly fall to the floor. Though she had seen him without clothes before, she let out a small gasp. He never ceased to amaze her. She reached up and touched his chest. With her index finger she traced small circles around his nipples. Suddenly she pinched one and he grimaced. She grinned and sat up and gently kissed the wound that she inflicted. The tip of her tongue lightly touched his nipple and she then engulfed the rest. Her hands melted into his back and ass beckoning him closer. One hand massaged his ass through the wool trousers the other could not wait and quickly dove under the material and stroked his bare skin. She loved that the skin of his ass was as smooth as it was on his chest. She could almost feel a charge as she slowly ran her lips over his chiseled chest while her hand stroked his ass. She gave it a gentle squeeze and then lightly bit his nipple. He lovingly urged her to his face as he kissed her again, each time, becoming more passionate. Their tongues again attacked each other with a burning desire. She buried her tongue deep into his mouth while his swirled around her inviting her ever deeper. She felt his fingers gripping the waist of her skirt, tugging it quickly away. She moaned as she felt the warm air touch her bare legs. She lay exposed on the bed only hidden by the tiniest bit of satin. She squirmed and beckoned him closer. She admired his bare chest that ended in the neatly pressed trousers that were becoming increasingly wrinkled. He moved closer and she slowly unbuckled his belt. With a quick jerk she snapped his belt off his waist. She grinned seductively. She unbuttoned his trousers and slowly unzipped him. The grating of the zipper seemed loud enough to waken the neighboring hotel guests. Like a banana, she peeled the edges of his trouser away exposing the bulge only hidden by his tight briefs. She moved her face to his bulge and slowly nuzzled his hardened penis. Though covered by the cotton of his briefs, she slowly mouthed his cock. Her lips felt the roughness of the cotton as she mouthed the sides of his sword. Up and down she stroked his cock. She gently cupped his balls and massaged them lovingly. He responded by softly stroking her hair. She tugged his trousers down struggling to get them off, while not losing too much contact with her newfound toy. She smiled as she saw him lying on the bed with only his briefs on. She loved the outline of his crack as he slowly turned away to lower the lights slightly. She surprised him when he turned back and she quickly pulled the last reminisces of clothing off of him. She licked her lips hungrily when she noticed the sticky signs of his precum. She lowered her mouth to his now fully erect cock. She stuck her tongue out and brought it to the tip of his cock and with a flick took the precum off it. She could taste the salty, yet tangy and sweet taste of his juices. Again she lowered her tongue to his rock hard cock, only this time she swirled her tongue around the head of it like a lollipop. She then put her lips on the head of his cock and slowly took him partially into her mouth. She enjoyed the fullness in her mouth. She momentarily released it and rolled her lover on to his back. He smiled knowing that for the moment she would be in charge. He stretched his arms above his head and relaxed. Slowly her head rocked back and forth. She felt the veins of his cock on her lips like small shock waves. She liked feeling his shaft followed by his head as she teased him. She ran the tip of her tongue down the length of his cock and then kissed his balls lightly. She took one in her mouth and slowly ran her tongue around it. They were fully engorged and she enveloped both of his balls, while stroking his shaft with her hand. She was in control. She released his balls from their warm torture and quickly replaced her hand with her hungry mouth. Slowly first, then with a quickening rhythm she sucked him. He could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat. Ever deeper she continued to engulf him. With her free hand she began to run her fingers on her pussy. His nearing orgasm was filling the room with anticipation. As his cock went ever deeper, her fingers ran deeper into herself. The panties kept her hand in a tight bind with her pussy. Together they danced, her hand and her mouth. She moaned, she was so close, but needed him to come with her. Her eyes were tightly shut, fighting back the coming eruption. She could feel his breath quickening. He was near. She kept her mouth on his cock but now added her free hand on to his shaft. Her hands matched frantic strokes, one on his cock, one on her pussy. He groaned. She screamed. Their world went black. He violently erupted into the back of her mouth, sending wave after wave of cum. His sticky, salty juice filled her mouth. Though her world was in a state of orgasm his release only added to her fervor. She hungrily sucked every drop he could give her. Her orgasm caused her to suck him even harder. She gushed on to her hand. Her explosion sent white-hot sparkles through her closed eyes. Tiny tears escaped from the corners of her vaulted shut eyes. Slowly she opened her eyes and they focused on her lover. His chest was moving up and down taking in deep breaths of oxygen. Obviously, his orgasm was as amazing as hers was. She realized that she was still sucking him and that he was still erect. She smiled devilishly as she nibbled on his purple head. She admired that her lover was able to stay hard for so long. She always looked forward to these couplings knowing that they would be long and wild. Gently he removed her from his cock and tugged her to his face. Her breasts warmed his chest as he placed a light kiss on her lips. Surprisingly her nipples were still hard and pushing into his chest. He liked that she was still very aroused. He kissed her neck and she moved her head to beckon him to continue. He ran his lips from her shoulders to her neck. She could feel his hot breath painting her skin. She felt his hands slowly tracing down her side. Slowly they reached her hips and then began to massage her ass. Gently they massaged then he would push deeper. One hand would occasionally tease her and lightly brush her still covered pussy. He smiled that she was completely drenched and he knew that it was time to remove the last of her clothing. He rolled her over and put his hands under the waistband of her panties. He slid back and slowly peeled the tiny bit of material off of her. He backed away slightly and admired the picture before him. His lover shyly was lying on her back on the bed. Her legs were softly together hiding her womanhood. Her nipples were still erect and beckoned to be loved. Her hair, though now a little less neat, was lightly spread upon the sheets. He moved forward. He gently spread her legs and placed a soft kiss on the inside of her knee. First her right knee, then her left. He stroked her leg and ran his hand from her knee, to her thigh and down to her ass where he would give a light squeeze. It seemed to go on for days she thought as she writhed on the bed. His light touch was bittersweet as it created great arousal for her, yet it also made her long greatly for release. Slowly his mouth crept closer to his goal. He was creating an intimate torture for his lover. He discovered her inner thigh was particularly sensitive this night and lightly ran the tip of his tongue over her leg. As he moved closer he could smell her sweet feminine scent. It engulfed his senses and filled his lungs. He wanted more and fought his animal instinct to bury his cock into her pussy, to just release his cum deeply into her. He waited patiently; he wanted to watch her explode in ecstasy. He moved his lips to her pussy and stopped. He smiled and gently blew on her. He knew that this always made her squirm and this time would be no different. "Oh God!" she pleaded, "don't stop now! Please suck me!" The tip of his tongue slid slowly across the edge of her pussy's lips. She convulsed as though a shock went through her body. First up the right lip, then down the left his tongue slowly danced. She shivered and licked her lips in anticipation. His tongue flicked at the bottom of her pussy while his hands slowly slid under her ass to grab hold. He squeezed firmly and drew her in. Up the right side, down the left. He then flattened his tongue and laid it across her engorged lips as though licking an ice cream cone. Slowly at first, he then picked up his pace ever so slightly. She loved the feeling of her entire being enveloped by his warm tongue. It tickled his tongue when he reached the small patch of hair that lay above her moist treasure. He gently spread her lips so his tongue could penetrate her a little deeper. He marveled at the moist pinkness that lay in front of him. He wondered why he took so much pleasure in tasting this forbidden fruit. He noticed the tiny droplets that lay on the tips of her hairs. He wondered if that was from her pleasure or from his zestful licking he was giving her. The drops sparkled in the dimness of the bedroom. Again he licked, each time going deeper with his tongue. She loved his tongue; it felt like a small-hardened cock entering her. Yet, it was different. She could feel her lover's breath lighting a fire on her pussy. His damp tongue mixed with her erotic juices. His tongue would curve in her and touch places that only he could taste. The tiny taste buds massaged the lips and walls of her pussy causing her to grimace in ecstasy. She had many lovers, but he was making her forget all of them with this lashing he put forth. Her hands ran through his soft hair and pulled him deeper. "Mmm!!!" she whimpered, "Ooo, yes..." His tongue now enveloped her rose bud. Her world was her clit and his mouth engulfed her planet. She began to writhe on the bed. She was the dam and he held the key to the waters that she held back. He flicked his tongue quickly on her clit. She groaned. Her eyes quickly glanced at her lover and she noticed he was fully aroused again. She smiled briefly. She could see his cock hanging down in the pale light. She closed her eyes and waited for the impending storm. "Please," she whispered. She wanted so badly to suck on her lover when her orgasm came. She wanted to feel his hardness against her tongue while her world shook. He understood her pleading and positioned his cock above her face. She immediately started sucking him like oxygen. He grimaced; her mouth was so warm and danced so violently on his shaft. He could feel her lips reaching his head and her lips mouthing the edge of his head and then sliding back down his cock. His cock was her possession and she sucked it greedily. She reveled in her ecstasy when his cock twitched from the lashing she was giving it. Her hands moved to his balls and began to massage them. They had grown immensely and she could hear her lover groan when she touched them. The lovers rolled so they were side to side. His tongue was magic on her engorged clit. He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. First quickly, then lovingly he would caress her button with his tongue. He could feel her heat emanating from her body. She was on fire. He could tell she was close. He quickened his pace and with one hand gently started to massage her breast. She clamped her eyes shut and released his cock. "Aaahhh!!!" she screamed and grabbed his head and pushed his tongue deeper. "I'm coming! Don't stop! Ooo, I love it!!! Aaahhh!!!" She shook as his tongue danced on her clit then rammed deeply into her. Her hips bucked as he hung on tightly. He would not let go. She pleaded for him to stop, but he continued his oral torture. The sensation was too much for her and she began to whimper so slightly. She could feel small tears from the corner of her eyes. Her pleasure was all she could feel; wave after wave of cum she felt. He continued to tease her clit then plunge deep into her pussy. He loved drinking the nectar of the goddess. She arched her back as to give her lover complete control of her pussy. He accepted and continued his oral domination. Her orgasm seemed to last a lifetime. Suddenly she dropped in a heap. The earthquake had ended. He slowly moved his way up her body. He kissed her belly button then suddenly dipped his tongue in. She smiled weakly. He then nuzzled her breasts. He kissed her nipples and she giggled. She tugged him to her face and gave him a sweet deep kiss. She could taste her womanhood on him, but it only added to her satiated desire. She drove her tongue in deeper into his mouth. She reached down and discovered his cock still at attention and she began to stroke it. His cock shivered as she slowly massaged it. Their tongues still danced together as she kept her lover aroused. Her thumb lightly brushed the tip of his cock and spread the tiniest bit of precum. She knew that soon they would be ready. He broke their passionate kiss and ran his lips on her neck. She arched her neck and invited further exploration. His nose gently drew a line on her throat and was soon replaced by his warm tongue. He kissed her gently and with one hand began stroking her breast. With one finger he placed it on the tip of her nipple and slowly gyrated. She sighed and could feel the familiar wetness return. She smiled and thought how odd it was; she was fully soaked from her amazing orgasm, yet it still seemed like she was wet again, though already wet. She let out a small giggle and continued to stroke his shaft. His hand had now slid down to her pussy and was getting her ready for the finale of their lovemaking. She could feel her desire heightening and her grip on his cock had become ever so slightly stronger. She took her hand and gently pinched his nipple. He flinched and his finger hit her clit sending shock waves through her body. She was ready. She pushed him on to his back and with a devilish grin she sat up. She straddled him and looked down at the man that was, for tonight, her possession. His hardened cock lay upon him and she seductively grabbed it. She bent over and gave its head a quick nibble. He smiled and stroked her thighs. She rose and gently placed his cock's head at the tip of her pussy lips. She slowly rubbed it up and down. She licked her lips and looked into the eyes of her lover. She stopped and put the cock at the entrance to her inferno. Ready she lowered herself on to his shaft. She could feel her lips and entrance spread. In the heavy silence they could hear their hearts beating, their lungs slowly inhaling. She gasped as she lowered herself on to him. Though thoroughly aroused she felt the familiar discomfort as his cock found its place in her. She could only slide midway down his pole before stopping. She bit her lip and grimaced. A twinge of pain rifled through her and she slid herself upward. "Mmm...babe you're so hard..." she heard herself mutter. She again made her way down his beckoning cock. She could feel her lips forming to the shape of his manhood. After several trips up and down his cock she could feel her pussy relaxing. She could feel the ocean of wetness they had made. She rocked back and forth, occasionally arching her back to rub her clit on his cock. He reached up and pulled her down to suckle on her firm breasts. He feasted on her nipples flicking his tongue quickly on one then the other. With his hands he gripped her ass. His right hand slipped to the edge of her pussy and his fingertips languished in the erotic rain that had come. He moved his hand to her front and gently massaged her hardened clit. She moaned, "Oh God!" and rocked harder. Her body twisted in ecstasy and she began to slam down hard on him. His body arched to match her violent gyrations. She could not believe it when she heard herself screaming, "I'm cumming again! Oh God, it feels so good! Don't stop!"