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Antics

By: EmmaP



Princess. That's what you called me. No one has ever called me that before, and it makes me feel well cared for. One night, we talked on the computer until it was way past both of our bedtimes. I know this may sound strange, and I don't completely understand it myself, but I thought I felt something between us. And I swear I could feel your arms around me, could almost feel you touching me. Maybe I'm crazy. I wanted to ask you how you would make love to me, wanted so badly to know, but I kept silent. Maybe if I was lucky you would tell me. What would you say? Here's what I imagined...

Angie, my princess, if I could have you near me, I would start by finally kissing your lips and face. I would pull you closer to me, your breasts pressed into me, and I could smell your hair as you lay your head on my chest. You would tell me how long you've waited for this, and I would tell you how many times I've seen your face in my mind. I would touch your cheek as you look up at me, trusting me, feeling safe. As I smile down at you, you would shyly ask for me to take you to bed, which I gladly do, leading you upstairs. I would take you into the bedroom, watch you there in front of me. You would smile, waiting for me to go to you, and I would, pulling you in closer to me, leaning down, and feel my mouth on yours again. Your body would soften, giving in to me. Pushing your hair aside, I would kiss your neck, hearing you moan softly. I would touch your face again as you unbuttoned your dress, looking at me as it fell to your feet.

"Please touch me." you would say, and I would see the pleading surrender in your eyes.

And I would touch you, your body so soft and warm I couldn't say no. I would kiss your shoulder and collarbone while you ran your fingers through my hair, leaning into me. Your body would call out, pleading for more of my touch, which I would gladly give. 

"I need you." I would hear you say.

I would pick you up and carry you to the bed. Laying you down, I would move my body on top of yours, kissing you again as you unbutton my shirt. Bare, our chests would press together, I would tell you how long I've wanted to feel your skin against mine. I move down as you finger the hair on the back of my neck, kissing your breasts, placing my mouth over your nipples, running my tongue over them as they become alert in my mouth. I would kiss the side of one as my hand cups the other. Moving my mouth down your tight, flat stomach, you wrap your legs around me. I go further, my mouth on your inner thigh, just above your knee. I continue my path, half kissing, half biting my way up your creamy thighs. You moan, telling me you need me inside you, a request I can't deny. My lips come back up to yours as I find your tongue, soft and sweet. With cautiously desperate hands you would unbuckle my belt and slide my pants off.

I roll onto my back, pulling you on top of me, I want to look at you as I make love to you. You straddle me, bracing your palms against my chest, my erection lightly against your entrance. You pause, looking at me, wanting to say something, but keeping silent save for your ragged breath. You're trembling, I steady you with my hands on your hips. Very slowly you start lowering yourself on me, gasping as the tip begins to stretch you. You stop, getting used to my size, as I sink further into you. I tell you to take it slowly, so fragile, not wanting to hurt you. And then I'm as deep inside you as I can be, filling you. I use my strong hands to help you move gently on my length as you throw your head back, moaning and calling out to me.

I can't take my eyes from you, so delicate and beautiful, the light making your skin glow and come alive, flushed. I place my hand on your face and you turn into it, my thumb grazing your parted lips. I ask you to look at me and I see a deep passion in your green eyes that tells of your desire for me.

As you rise and fall on me I feel you begin to tremble and tighten around me. Your body weakens and wavers as you near the edge of orgasm. I sit up, moving us to the side of the bed so you can hold onto me as you come. You throw your arms around my neck, grateful for my strength. You lay your head on my shoulder and I can feel the rhythm of your breath, quick and surrounded in moans. Clutching me desperately your climax begins to ripple through you as I hold tight to you, stroking your hair. I hear my name on your lips, barely a whisper as your body gives out, exhausted. I hold you close, my fingers tracing the length of your spine, amazed at how good you feel from the inside, tight and wet. 

You surprise me when you begin writhing on me again a few minutes later. I feel your kiss, desperate and hungry for me. Wrapping your legs around my waist, I stand, pushing your back against a wall. I thrust into you, hard and deep, the pain you felt when I first entered you had disappeared. You cling to me as I drive deep into you, taking your breath away, watching your firm breasts bounce with every thrust.You try to tell me something but it only comes out as breathy gasps.

"Please...don't...stop." you finally manage, and I feel you spasm around my firmness again, crying out my name.

My mouth finds your tender neck, knowing how much you love it, making your orgasm pulse through you again. Suddenly you lift yourself off of me and drop to your knees. You look up at me before your small, warm mouth envelopes me, taking all of me in. You work me furiously with your mouth and tongue,wanting my juices, my erection pressing to the back of your throat, the vibrations from your moans exciting me further. Unable to control myself, I put my hands on the back of your head, urging you on. I'm so close to coming, but I want to plant it inside you, so I lift you up and carry you back to the bed. 

As I lay you down you open you legs to me, and I move between them, thrusting into you. I raise myself up so I can look at you beneath me, moaning, wanting me, needing me, giving yourself to me. My climax escalates, coming to a peak. I thrust hard into you, coming inside you, filling you with everything I have. You clutch me, your muscle squeezing every last drop from me. I smile as you thank me for putting all of it inside you. I hold you, stroking your hair as you fall asleep, what I've given you still deep inside... 

But you didn't say those things, so I only imagine you saying them as I drift off to sleep...

Antidepressant



Mary came into my life at a time when I was as down as a man could get. My wife had left me three months before for a new job that was three states away. She said she wanted to make a fresh start on her own and served me with divorce papers. Problem is she didn't exactly start on her own, she took our three sons with her. Although I talk to them on my cell phone every night and we fly them in on one weekend a month, there is still a huge emptiness in my life and heart created by their absence. The next thing that happened was losing my job when the company that I had worked for, for so long was bought out by an out of state conglomerate. They just wanted the equipment and not the employees. We were given a very generous settlement that I used to start my own dry coating business in my garage. Being self employed had always been a dream of mine. Coupled with losing my wife and sons I felt no real excitement born from this new opportunity.

That is enough about my woes though because it was about this time that my life was about to take an upwards turn finally. I met Mary because I had secured a contract with a company whose name I won't mention here that makes tarpaulin kits for open topped semi trailers. They have to have the cross members coated to stop rust and to protect the tarp. They loved the trial run I did for them and my prices were the best they had seen as I am a one man operation with little overhead. All they required of me was that I get business insurance which I probably should have had anyway. 

I called my local insurance agent up and explained what I wanted and he told me he handled non-commercial insurance only. He gave me the name of an agent that he traded referrals with and then tried to talk me into upgrading my home insurance package as well. I declined and made my call to my new prospective agent. Her name was Mary Hasslebeck and damn did she sound sexy on the phone. That thought surprised me a little as I had not thought about women after my ex-wife had dropped her bombshell on me. We set up a meeting for the next day and said our goodbyes on the phone. I must admit I wondered about the lady on the phone a few times during that day and I knew she was probably married with children.

The next day arrived and I went to her office to meet her and from the point I walked into her office it was like a fairy tale which I might add I do not believe in. She stood up to greet me and I to this day still think she is the most stunning woman I have ever seen with my own two eyes. She was about 5'9" tall which is two inches taller than me and she had medium length auburn hair with a touch of natural curl in it. She was dressed both professionally and conservatively in business skirt which was calf length. She had on a red blouse which is now my new favorite color. It buttoned up the front and although it fit loosely it could not hide the fullness of her breast. 

She has since admitted to me that she felt the same way about me at first sight also. I am no Romeo and consider myself average but I am in pretty good shape for a guy of thirty-six years old. I spent four years in the Marines right out of high school and have always kept up a pretty consistent workout regimen. It has been even more vigorous than normal the last few months so I could exhaust myself each evening to ensure a good nights sleep. The first couple of weeks after my ex left me I turned to alcohol but quickly realized what I was doing and stopped immediately. I am 5'7" tall and weight right at 185 pounds. I have closely cropped light brown hair with a touch of grey coming in at the sides now. 

For the first fifteen minutes there was an awkwardness between us that we later understood was caused by our strong mutual attraction to each other. By the time we got out of that stage the insurance part of it was covered and the conversation turned personal. Making sure I didn't sound like I was feeling sorry for myself I told her about my ex-wife and what she had done. I told her that every night I still talked to my sons, sometimes for an hour or more. We missed each other an amazing amount. 

I found out that she had been divorced for two years now and she had been through a pretty bad marriage. He had been abusive but she was felt it had been worth it because she had two sons herself. Both lived with her and they were the same ages as my two youngest sons, 7 and 5 years old. She had casually dated a little in just the last six months but never had more than two dates with any of them. Only three different men total, all of which had been set up by her best friend Connie. 

"She meant well" Mary explained to me "but she also finally understands that I will date when I am ready".

"I know what you mean, my brother had been trying to get me to go out since my ex boarded the plane" I said laughing at the comment as I made it. I was happy when she laughed with me and I fell in love with her laugh from the start. "You have a great laugh" I said, sorry as soon as I had said it because it sounded stupid to me.

She stopped smiling and looked at me seriously and said "Thank you, It sounds cliche but even something that simple is refreshing from a man. I have never asked a man out before but would you like to have dinner with me tonight or sometime this weekend?" she asked me and looked hopeful and worried as soon as she said it.

I wasted no time at all in responding "I would be delighted" I said. "I was getting ready to ask you the same thing" I informed her. Once again we laughed easily together. 

We talked for a few more minutes, mostly about my insurance papers that she would fax me tomorrow morning. Then we got down to business and selected a nice little Italian restaurant to eat at that night. I offered to pick her up but she said she would drive. I understood completely, that way if I turned into some kind of jerk she was not stuck without a ride home that night. Also we decided it would be separate checks and once again I understood that to. Too many men expect something in return for the price of dinner. All I expected was some good conversation and a few laughs and told her as much. I seen her eyes light up and I think that I got a few brownie points for that comment.

After leaving her office I kind of blundered through the rest of the day and didn't get much accomplished. I had not been this giddy about a date in my life. Not even senior prom night when I was dating a cheerleader that I had high hopes for that night. What a bust that had been, she spent more time with her friends than she had me that night.

I went through my closet three times trying to find the perfect outfit for that night. I didn't want to look like a business man but I didn't want to be to casual either. I finally settled on a pair of dark blue Dockers and a casual button down white shirt with some color in it. The shirt fit across my chest pretty well but not to the point of looking like I might pop a button. She had said she would make the reservations for seven that night and I asked her what kind of car she would be driving so I could find her in the parking lot and walk in with her. She liked that and told me she had a black Toyota Camry. I had told her I was in a Suzuki XL-7 which was a two tone, black and grey.

Finally the time arrived and after a long hot bath and shave I was ready to go. I didn't want to get there to early and look desperate but I didn't want to get there right on time either. I was afraid she would think I was in no hurry then. I decided that it was better to get there early than to risk being late though. 

I arrived at twenty minutes till seven and she was already there. This pleased me as I pulled into the spot next to her. I smiled at her and got out of my SUV and walked to her door and opened it for her. She smiled broadly at me and stood up and gave me a light kiss on my lips. I could feel my entire body tingle at just that slight touch from her and had to fight to keep my mind from racing away with other more wicked thoughts. 

She stepped back and looked at me a gave a low whistle. I was slightly embarrassed which she found amusing and in my best (which is still very bad) John Wayne voice I said "Aww shucks ma'am, thank you. You look mighty fine yourself in that getup". She was wearing black slacks which revealed that she had nicely shaped hips and as with earlier a button down blouse that was loose but still showed enough curve to let a man's mind run free.

She rolled her eyes and laughing she said "O boy, come on and let's get a seat at the bar while we wait for our table". Then she hesitated for a split second and asked "Do you drink?".

Dropping my bad John Wayne impression I said "Yes I do, not as much as when I was younger but I can handle a drink or two" I finished while smiling with my eyes and looking at how hers sparkled. I was wondering what this ladies flaws could possibly be because so far she seemed perfect to me. 

We were seated at the bar and she ordered a hurricane which had four alcohols in it and that made me comfortable with ordering my favorite, a Jack and Coke. The conversation was easy that night at the bar and over dinner. We talked about everything from our childhoods all the way to our work lives. We were both consumed with our sons and our lives took a backseat to their happiness. I was sorry to see dinner done and desserts eaten because I was not ready to depart from her presence. 

We paid for our checks and left nice tips as the waiter had been perfect. He was always there when we needed him but he left us alone at the right times as well. 

"May I walk the lady to her car?" I asked as I held up my arm for her to take. 

She laid her arm upon mine and said "The lady would be honored to be escorted to her car by such a gentleman as yourself". 

This time there as no laughing because there was a sexual tension in the air that was as thick as a London fog. We had not spoken of sex at all that evening but we are both adults and know that it is a natural part of being attracted to someone.

We arrived at her car without a word spoken between us as I turned to her and put my hands on her waist, hoping I was not reading her wrong and being to forward. "I would love to see you some more and I hope you feel the same way" I said as I leaned in to kiss her.

Catching me completely by surprise she reached up with both hands and grabbing my face in her hands kissed me hungrily and deeply. In no time our tongues were probing each others mouths and we were holding each other tightly as I felt my erection reach what was maybe a record size for me.

Pulling away she said "I have not made love to a man in over two years now. I want that to change tonight. How far is it to your place?". She asked.

Having trouble getting my composure back I had to try twice to speak before the words would come out "Maybe fifteen minutes, it depends on how fast we drive." I answered.

"Drive as fast as you want" she said. "You will not be able to lose me" she answered with a wicked smile on her lips and with that she got into her car.

I got into mine and after starting it I had to adjust my erection because it was becoming painful in the position it was in. I did speed on the way home although not at a reckless pace. We had the fortune of not catching a single light and made record time there.

I pulled into the driveway and she pulled up next to me and was out of her car before I was. She practically raced around to my door and as I got out we once again embraced in a kiss that was even more passionate and hotter than the previous one. We kissed all the way to my front door and even as I fumbled with my keys. 

As I was unlocking the door she started rubbing my crotch and grabbing me through my pants. I had barely gotten us into the house and the door shut behind us when she grabbed me by the waistband of my pants and said "Bring it here, I have to have you in my mouth now".

I could not believe my ears because my ex had hated sucking cock. She would only do it because she liked getting her pussy ate and I had stopped doing that in protest. 

That thought passed through me in about a millionth on a second and was gone because by that time she was down on her knees on my foyer carpet right inside the door.

She had my belt undone and when I tried to help her unbutton my pants she slapped my hands away and said "Mine!" while looking up at me with a wicked smile again.

What happened next I will try to explain. She got my pants open and reached in and pulled my cock out and smiled at it and said "Nice". I am not a large man but like any man I have measured myself and am about seven inches long. My blessing is that it is thicker than the average cock and fills a woman up nicely. She looked it over for a second and then dove down onto it. I have never felt a hotter, tighter mouth than hers that night.

She started moving her head up and down on my cock and with each slurping noise that came out of her mouth as she sucked on me my excitement grew. She yanked my pants on down and without her missing a beat I stepped out of my shoes and my pants and underwear. She cupped my balls with one hand and the other one was working my cock with her mouth in perfect unison. It could not have been forty seconds before I started feeling that familiar pressure building up inside of me and I tried to step back and stop her.

"No, I want to taste you" she stopped sucking long enough to say and with that she went back to work. She was sucking my cock as furiously and hungrily as she had kissed me. Her pace quickened as she knew that I was growing closer. 

So I did the only thing I could do at this point. I held her head gently in my hands and said "Damn" in one long hiss as I allowed the flood gates to be opened and started cumming in her mouth. I knew the amount of cum that I was capable of producing and had not unloaded in months as I had been to depressed to even beat off and I expected her to pull back or at least start gagging on it.

She did neither, instead swallowing it all as fast as I could unload it. After what seemed like an hour I finished my orgasm but she continued to suck me dry. Not surprisingly I did not go limp but stayed hard in her mouth. It wasn't even an option because it still felt so good. She sucked on me for another minute or so and then smiling stood up in front of me pulling my shirt off as she did so. 

Standing completely naked in front of her I grabbed her face in my hands and kissed her deeply wanting to taste myself in her mouth. This seemed to increase her passion as she reached down and started rubbing on me again but it was my turn to slap her hand away with a wicked smile. 

I took that hand and led her to the living room and by the couch in the center of it. Once again I turned her towards me and kissing her slower because I was wanting to set the tone now and she seemed willing to let me I started rubbing her breast through her blouse and bra. I unbuttoned her blouse as we kissed and reached around the back to unsnap it only to find no snaps there. Maintaining our kiss I pulled away a little and unsnapped her bra from the front and pulled the cups to the side allowing her heavy breast to fall into my chest.

I stepped back and slid her blouse and bra off of her shoulders and let them drop to the floor at our feet. I admired her large breast which were moving up and down at a steady pace because of her heavy breathing. There was virtually no sag in them and she had very large areola and nice dark nipples. 

Stepping forward and kissing her once again I lowered her to the couch and kissed my way not so slowly down to her nipples. I took the left one in my fingers and started slowly rolling it around to check her response which was to arch her back up towards me. Then leaning down towards her right one I sucked it into my mouth and immediately felt her hands on the back of my head pushing my face into her breast. I lightly raked my teeth across her nipple and with this she pushed my face hard into her breast and said "That's it, suck my titty. I love to have my nipples sucked hard". 

That was all I needed to hear and I really went to town on her tits then. I reached down and started rubbing her crotch through her slacks with the heel of my hand. She greeted this by rubbing her crotch against my hand rapidly. I decided to not leave her waiting any longer and quickly undone her pants and slid them down and off her feet. Her panties went with them and it wasn't until later that I found out she had been wearing a black thong under them. 

With no shyness at all she parted her legs for to expose her swollen pussy. The lips were open and there was plenty of moisture all around. I got my first good whiff of her aroma and it almost drove me insane with lust. Now it was I that could wait no longer and I buried my face in her pussy making her cry out.

"Yes" she practically screamed, "eat my pussy good." she ordered me. Not being one to ignore orders from a sexy woman I tore into her pussy like I had no other before it. I stuck my tongue inside of her and she tasted better than any other woman I had ever had. I could not believe a woman could taste so damn good. I was licking and sucking up her juices as fast as her pussy could produce them. I was careful to avoid her clit so far though but as she neared an orgasm I took two fingers and stuck them inside of her with the finger tips curled upwards towards her "G" spot and started sucking hard on her clit. This set off an orgasm or orgasm's, I could not be sure which that would last for a full 30 seconds or more. Her pussy had gotten so tight around my fingers I could not move them in and out anymore but I still was able to curl and uncurl them against her "G" spot.

Doing this to her had built my excitement to an even higher point than it was before my blowjob from her. I stood up and grabbing her hips rolled her around and placed her with her knees on the couch with her torso above it. I moved in behind her and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit to wet it and then moved it into her. 

"Yes" she hissed through clenched teeth. "Fuck me hard that way. Make us both cum" she pleaded. 

With this being said I put my foot up on the couch by her knee and moved all the way into her and didn't waste any time thrusting into her like a sex starved teenager. The sound of my hips slapping into her round ass is what finally put me over the edge and she was reaching down between her legs and massaging my balls each time they slapped into her begging for me to make her cum. 

As I got close I laid my chest into her back and reached around her and put my forearm across one breast and grabbed the other one in my hand and was working it pretty good when we both came together letting out one long moan of pleasure and relief together.

We took a shower together and made love again much slower that night and the next morning she woke me up by straddling my cock and riding it until we both collapsed. The rest as they say is history. 

That night was eight months ago. Everything has went well since then for each of us. I now have custody of my oldest son who is 13 now. It seems that in most states that after 12 years of age the courts listen heavily to what the children want and that is what he wanted. Me and Mary live together and the three boys all get along great full time in the house. My younger sons also get along great with hers as they are the same age and have many of the same interest. I have a larger garage being constructed now on my property because my business has more than doubled and I have 1 full time employee now. Mary's brother Josh who is a great worker and gets paid well for it. I have no plans to outgrow my new building and with me and Josh working up to 14 hour days we can handle a full workload for that building which we are both willing to do. I plan on making him a part owner in the near future as well. He is earning it.




Antidepressant



The best news is me and Mary are getting married next weekend and our sex life keeps improving as we learn more about each others bodies but we will never hit the heat and passion we achieved that first night. I don't think anyone ever will. 

The End

Authors Note: This story was inspired by my wife who after 20 years of marriage still kisses me passionately. I love you sweety.



Antidote for Innocence



Not that it matters but this is based on a true story narrated to the author by the main character, a man who casually mentioned the rather unusual way he lost his virginity. The author then coaxed him to deliver his entire story, which he did over a lazy weekend in a farmhouse in upstate New York. 

The Greyhound driver swung towards highway I90W and began the two hour drive to the town of Huntslow, Ohio. Ryan Dole checked out a young brunette across the aisle. She buried her nose in her Kindle eReader as soon as she took her seat at Cleveland. Her deep green T shirt matched the early summer foliage rolling by but what attracted Ryan from his vantage point was her bouncy, shapely left breast. 

Girls! 

He hadn't had too much luck with them but this trip was going to make amends. He looked back to his younger days of boyhood and slipped into an unhappy day dream. 

THREE ZERO 

There was Sharon Gabriel from high school who was actually two years his senior. Living in the neighborhood, they often walked down the block to the school bus. Or he walked behind wide eyed with boyish excitement as she swayed her awesome behind. She being slightly older, he never went out with her though he carried a big secret crush throughout high school. She was a blond bombshell. A cute face dressed with dimples, with a longish chin, a sharp nose and sea blue eyes caught your attention before her smashing figure did. She also had shoulder length golden hair that had a careless shock hanging over her left eyebrow. She was simply gorgeous but in a different league, Ryan concluded. She hung out with the footballers and other heroes in school. 

Then there was his classmate Gina Polanski. She was the only girl he dated in high school or even after and he was turning 24 next month! Gina literally forced herself on Ryan. He wouldn't have minded that if she was as hot as some others. She was a nerdy, gawky, and thin but an oddly round faced girl with hardly any curves. Her near flat chest and small butt contributed to her non glamorous straight lined torso. To top it all she was strong willed, and possessive and gave the unhappy impression to all that Ryan was hers! He convinced himself that this was the only reason for his unenviable virginal state. That would change with this trip and his heart skipped a beat. 

Ryan had to dig deep into his soul to understand what opportunities he lost. He had had one intimate session with Gina though, at a wild ranch house party towards school graduation. Everybody was high on either booze or grass and all eight bed rooms and shadowy hallways were occupied with couples making out. Gina and Ryan were in the back seat of his father's Jeep Grand Cherokee parked in the ample yard. Ryan recalled the scene where Gina sat on his lap, topless smooching and even through the murkiness of a half-moon sky the odd conical projections of her pink nipples on flat chest was awkwardly un-sexy. Her smooth skin was a relief but even as Ryan reached behind to feel her tiny butt, he didn't feel aroused enough for sex. He guessed it was because there were so many other girls that were immeasurably more attractive than Gina at that party. It ended there. 

Later he heard she turned very religious and was now in Harvard Medical School! Good for her, he thought. 

Soon after graduating from high school and after a few months of Pizza delivery, Ryan's uncle Graham got him an offer to work as a truck driver in a US logistics company in the Middle East. The pay packet and benefits were mind boggling and that's why he decided to go and stayed there for 48 months. The small worry was that he was driving from Kuwait to Iraq during a rather sensitive period. 

The camp in Doha in Kuwait was where all the supplies to the staff in Iraq were shipped to and were transported from to a nodal distribution center in Basra, a southern Iraqi city. Ryan drove one of the many trucks that traveled in a convoy carrying everything from food and office supplies to medical stuff and some unlabeled packages that could have been anything. 

In Doha he shared a barracks style air conditioned hut with three other guys. Only one of them was there at most times, though. Across a group of shacks and behind the mess was a small room where a seamstress sat with an archaic Singer sewing machine. Her name was Salima, a Lebanese woman in her thirties. The more he talked to her the more he liked her cute accent and even though she wore traditional head scarfs and was covered from wrist to ankle, she had that Mediterranean charm that interested Ryan. He found himself visiting her to get unnecessary repairs done and even plucked a button off his shirt to get it fixed by her. Gradually she was warming up to him and chatted long as she spent hours alone cooped up in her little space. He heard that she was married to an Egyptian electrician and had two children aged 5 and 3. His mother, who was a Kuwaiti looked after them while both worked. 

It was on one of his visits to her room on a hot, dusty and lazy afternoon that he had brought one of his shorts that required a waist to be adjusted. She gave him the tape to measure his waist himself but when his clumsy, inexperienced hands fumbled she resigned to her fate and helped him. Salima stood up from her stool behind the machine came over ever so close to him and took the measurement herself. Ryan was intoxicated with her nearness, her Arabic perfume and became acutely aware of her body. 

She was well endowed! She had big shapely breasts pushing her thin top and a rounded rump on wide hips. Her waist may have been narrow but that was not quite evident. Presently her long fingers with painted nails handled the tape expertly round Ryan's waist carefully avoiding touch. Ryan asked Salima to proceed with the repairs and left. 

Back in the hut, he thought, wow, that woman's something. How did he miss that? He even had a peek at that awesome cleavage under her blouse. Desire gripped him like some uncontrollable monster. Why was he still unable to sleep with a woman? He slipped into bed with his favorite box of tissues and masturbated thinking of her voluptuous body and how it would feel to peel off those layers of clothing and feast on every inch of her and finally enter her and pump her with blissful strokes and dump a load of his hot semen into her. 

A few days later Ryan had just arrived from Basra and in the shower when the doorbell rang. He quickly wiped himself and stepped into a pair of black satin shorts and headed to the door. 

It was a shocking surprise when he found Salima at the door with a plastic bag. 

"Your shorts" she said almost looking away and turning to go. 

"Just a moment. I'll get the money. Five Dinars, right?" 

She hesitated and then nodded with no eye contact. "Come on in. I won't be a minute. It's hot outside" 

Ryan didn't expect her to come in but to his surprise she gingerly stepped in looking around the room and carefully avoiding looking at his bare chest. 

"Sit down!" Ryan could hardly believe what was happening. Why did she come to the hut? She usually called on his cell. 

As if reading his mind she said: "I have to leave early today. I forgot my cell at home so I couldn't call. I thought I'll give this before the weekend." 

"Thanks" Ryan grinned lecherously. She wore a petal green scarf and a brown top with brown jeans. Her brilliant complexion had a thin film of summer sweat accentuating her smoothness. "Sit down, won't you. You can have some fruits. I got some lovely oranges from Basra" 

"Basra is not known for oranges." She managed a giggle. 

"Just got them at the Souk. I'll get some" 

From the kitchen area in the corner of the living room, Ryan noticed that Salima had sat herself down. He picked out some oranges and pineapple from the fridge crisper and offered them to her. She picked an orange, thanking Ryan. 

"You are very beautiful" he mumbled, meaning every word and looking right into her eyes. 

She blushed, looked down and thanked him again and peeled the orange. 

Ryan sat in the chair next to her and said: "Tell me something. When did you start wearing that head scarf?" 

"I was born a Christian. I married a Muslim and converted. I thought it was only appropriate to wear it. So it's been about 6 years." 

"I have always wondered about your hair" Ryan was doubting if he was going too far but was glad he asked. 

Salima went into a long discourse on the use of the 'hijab' with Ryan's interceding questions. The discussion touched on conservatism, sexual attraction and interaction and Ryan jumped at the opportunity provided. 

"I, like all men like to see beautiful women. It's normal and not a sin. Why am I being denied that by you covering your hair?" 

"That's because, like I said, it's only the woman's husband who is allowed in our culture." 

"You know me well. Can friends also be allowed?" Ryan's plea sounded weak. 

"No," came the firm reply. While slipping in a succulent segment of an orange she stood up to go. 

As if possessed by some unknown force within himself he stood up, grabbed both her hands pulled her towards him and wrapped his arms behind tightly and brought her soft unyielding body to himself. She gasped in surprise, struggled and pushed away from him. 

"What are you doing? Oh my God! I am shocked," she protested. 

"I am sorry, Salima. You are so beautiful. I love you so much. Please let me hug you. Please. Just once!" 

Salima was staring at him barely believing what was happening but somehow Ryan noticed a softening in her eyes. 

"I have never even touched a girl," he lied "and you are the first I feel very attracted to. You are so very beautiful and the best I have seen or known in my whole life. Please" 

Another rush of blood and Ryan grabbed her again and this time she didn't push back but stayed passive and stiff. 

"I am married and this is very wrong. This is a sin." She was soft with no overt evidence of anger and Ryan wanted to believe he was winning. 

The tightness of his locked fingers behind her loosened and he moved his palms up and down her back a few times. He was aware of his raging erection digging somewhere into her flesh. Her ample breasts were flattened against his bare chest. 

In one glorious moment he felt her hands on his shoulder; not holding him but just lying there. He boldly planted a kiss on her cheek and caressed her back more and kissed her again. He felt the incredible softness and smoothness of her face and wondered at the natural beauty of Middle Eastern women. 

Lustful desire was raging in his gut and Ryan pressed himself into her more and an involuntary grinding movement got hold of his sex starved hips. He stole a glance at her face and noticed that her eyes were closed! She must be feeling something good! 

Then he made a tragic mistake. He moved his lips from her cheek to her lips while his hands just slipped down to her butt. 

Ryan didn't know which one of these maneuvers flipped a negative switch but she suddenly pushed back leaned against the kitchen wall stared at the floor then at Ryan's surprised face and started walking out. 

She shook off his hand when he was trying to hold her back and swiftly and gracefully slipped out the door. His seduction was a resounding failure. 

The next few months were spent with a freeze in his relationship with Salima. He also heard gory stories on what happens to adulterers in these conservative countries. He somehow completed his 48 months with two contracts and returned to USA, still a virgin, to enjoy the pots of money he had earned. 

His interaction with three women had come to naught. 

The 'Welcome to Huntslow' sign on a rugged plank whizzed past and after his mental trip back he was happy to be in the present as he was going to be with a gorgeous girl that day! Oh what a thrill it's going to be, he smiled but a tiny bit of anxiety also crept in as he wondered about the unfamiliar territory he needed to tread. The girl he was to meet was the reason he was so excited, though. She was the one he always wanted and craved for. 

Ryan had spent the weekend with two of his closest mates in Cleveland. Kyle and Sharad were happy to spend some time with their childhood friend. They had their girlfriends with them too and Maya, Sharad's Nepali girlfriend was simply a smasher and Ryan fueled his chronic and unsatisfied urges by ogling her lovely oriental curves. He was careful not to get noticed when he stole innumerable glances at her thighs when her short skirt rode upwards. 

That lucky bastard Sharad! 

It was Kyle and his girl Karla who actually put him onto his date for that day. Ryan was looking for Sharon Gabriel, his school crush and neighbor and a call to the alumni office said she was in the district and into her own business. Kyle remembered her and a common friend that Karla knew contacted and located her. 

Ryan got her voice mail which sounded just like the Sharon he knew; sweet, confident and cheerful. He left her a long message clearly stating his full name and the school and neighborhood connections. She texted him something that looked like a code word and asked him to call back on a different number. 

A professional sounding female secretary like voice answered and wanted the name, the phone number and the code and when it was given he got across to Sharon. 

"Hi!" The enthusiasm was unmistakable and a bit surprising. 

"Hi. Thanks for remembering me." 

"Of course I remember you, you cute little boy. Where have you been? Out of town for sure." 

Ryan gave her a quick history before he indicated that he wanted to meet her. 

"Of course! Come over to my place. Is this evening OK?" She sent a flaming arrow into Ryan's heart. 

"Yeah sure." Ryan gulped but remained calm. 

She gave him the address with the apartment number and the buzzer code. Ryan carefully noted them down. 

"I am called Sherry now," she finished, "and reach my place around 6:30, will you? We'll go out for dinner" 

The bus pulled into the station and Ryan got into a taxi and gave the address to the driver and settled down when he learnt the ride was about 25 minutes to the lake. 

It was later on the night, after he called Sharon that he checked on the website that she had sent with the text message. He got into the website somehow figured how to use the code she gave him and his cell phone number and got into a privileged page. 

What he discovered blew his socks off! 

This was an events management company called 'Haphapenz'. There was a sneaky subsidiary called 'Silky Smooth' which Sherry Gabalonde was the CEO was of. There were descriptions of Sharon and other gorgeous girls and yes, rates. 

Sharon Gabriel was a prostitute now called Sherry Gabalonde! 

Wow! He wasn't sure what he was feeling; sadness, disbelief or amazement. 

Ryan felt he was lucky he had the money when he read: 

Quick Fix $275 

Silky Sixty $425 

Our Hours $850 

Dreamy Dawn $1150 

Day Tripper $1775 

She was a high class one to boot! Ryan gave the numbers a quick thought, though he understood little details of the steamy choices but decided he could afford at least something and went to a bank machine to withdraw $2500 which was presently safely stuffed into his pants inner pocket. 

A granite eight storied building appeared as did the happy blue waters of the lake. 

Ryan's heart was beating fast as he picked up his backpack paid the taxi off and stepped onto the porch lined with lush foliage in brass rimmed ceramic pots. The broad smooth bitumen driveway and the manicured lawn with carefully placed flowering shrubs oozed wealthy elegance. The eight floors of granite with hues of soft blue and smoky gray and the polished wooden doors and windows with crystal clear glass spelt class in every inch. 

He buzzed himself in gingerly. 

The luxurious white marble, high arched cream ceiling and shiny chrome interiors made Ryan look at himself with awkward self-consciousness. When he got past the receptionist and walked into the elevator to the 7th floor excitement gripped him again. 

He was going to meet the most beautiful girl he knew. His only fear was if being a whore had made her any different looking in a negative way. 

The soft chime announced the 7th floor but he was on a mental 70th! 

POSH PASSION 

The next few moments were not recorded in Ryan's brain as sheer unbridled thrill of anticipation got hold of him. In a trance he knocked on her door and gaped at Sherry Gabalonde when she appeared at the doorway in a black low cut top and a soft brown flimsy skirt held by a broad belt. 

"Hi!" Her genuine happiness warmed his empty heart but his numbness obliterated his tactile senses and he didn't record her soft body as she hugged him and pecked him on the cheek. 

He managed only a boyish almost embarrassed smile. 

It took a while for him to absorb the surroundings. The apartment was beyond the foyer that he had just passed. Classic Victorian furniture sat majestically on plush wine red carpets in the living room on the right. Oil paintings and artifacts adorned the walls all over and straight ahead a large open hallway led to huge glass windows bordered with crimson satin curtains framing the cheerful blueness of the lake and the sky. 

Sherry held his hand and pulled him towards the window and helped him unload his backpack. 

"Sit down." she said. He sat while she stood beside. 

Then he noticed her. 

She was still very unspoiled and beautiful. Only a lot more beautiful now, Ryan thought. Her golden locks were styled and set with dark brown streaks to shoulder length. Her square jaws and pointed chin didn't detract from her attractive features and unblemished skin. She stood with her hands on her hips and Ryan noticed that her breasts were slightly larger looking now and that awesome cleavage accentuated their sexiness. The belt narrowed her waist further just as much as it broadened her hips. 

"So what have you been up to?" 

"Not much, actually. Between jobs now." Ryan realized he had not said much. 

They chatted for a while mainly about his bus journey. 

Then he asked: "Tell me about yourself. You seem to be doing fabulously well." 

Sherry swiveled on her heels and seated herself next to Ryan and he didn't miss that butt that he used to drool at so much. It was still good. A bit more flesh, perhaps but nice and ripe! 

She began. 

"You looked at my website? Yeah, you would've. So you know what I do!" She sat silently for a few minutes of awkward silence, then she began. 

"Well it happened like this. Soon after I completed high school I was at a party and an older man was hitting on me. I mean he was seriously onto me but he was nice and polite and all that. Over a few glasses of wine we got talking. Even though I did not see him as a suitable partner I found his company very interesting and his humour and conversation entertaining. 

"Long story short, he made me an offer. He invited me to join him on the seven day Disney Alaska Cruise with all expenses paid and $2000 a day as 'salary'. That was a no brainer. I took it and even though I initially dreaded sleeping 7 nights with him, he was actually not bad. He was gentle, generous and kind and all that's good. If you can keep a secret, he is Ralph Beanings. Yes, the pharmaceutical entrepreneur and CEO of Endomax. He recommended me to a friend who was going to Europe for two weeks and I agreed on the same terms. Only this guy was a creep. Anyway one thing led to another and I started making some cool cash. So here I am after three years. I have another seven girls working for me and we get on fine!"  

"Wow!" was all Ryan could say. Then he went: "Are you enjoying yourself?" There was instantaneous regret that he had asked but Sherry made him at ease. 




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"Yes, most of the time. We get to choose, you know. We are quite an exclusive bunch and the folks who know about this business are aware. We get the occasional oddball like the second guy I went with. He wanted me to do a lot of weird stuff but I managed to get off sane." 

"Interesting!" 

"OK let's go for dinner. I know a nice place" 

"Can I freshen up, if you don't mind?" 

"Of course" 

She walked him past the dining area and kitchen to the left into a moderate sized bedroom which was obviously ready for him with fresh linen and flowers. She showed him the washroom and left. 

Alone with his thoughts, Ryan reviewed his predicament. 

She looked extremely attractive and hardly like a hooker. She even looked and behaved ladylike. 

He hadn't made a deal and didn't know what Sherry 'cost' him. He tried to remember the options. He took stock of his emotions. He realized he liked Sharon before and he was simply overwhelmed by Sherry's beauty and poise and wealth and elegance and everything else today. He had to deal with the powerfully recurring doubt in his head if Sherry was willing to have sex with him. She was behaving disturbingly platonic and overtly sisterly so far. Will that change? She was a smasher and he was aching within to tear her clothes off and feel her softness against him. 

As he took off his shirt and ran cold water over his palm and splashed some on his face, he decided he needed to make things clear to her and to himself. When he peed he noticed his semi turgid state, which he was for hours, and fought off a desire to masturbate. 

He hadn't come all the way only to have dinner in a plush restaurant, he thought! 

He wore a midnight blue checked shirt and evening slacks and went out hoping he would be presentable as her date. 

Sherry had already picked up a grey summer jacket for Ryan to wear saying that Blake's where they were going, was a fine dining place and encouraged patrons to wear a jacket. 

They rode the shiny, all-side mirrored elevator again, this time to the basement parking lot and she led him to her smart convertible ivory Lexus IS C. 

As she drove out Sherry asked: "So how was the middle east? Was it Saudi Arabia?" 

"No I was in Kuwait and Iraq" 

"Oh, they are very beautiful people. Nice girls. Did you date any?" 

"No! That's almost impossible. They are very conservative." 

"No girlfriends, Ryan?" 

"Nope" 

"You're lying" 

"I am telling you the truth. No girls at all." Ryan saw an opportunity to open his heart. 

"Are you still a virgin, cute boy?" Sherry took her eyes off the road momentarily to look at Ryan's expression. 

Ryan nodded with a sad smile. 

"Oh, you poor little thing." She touched his arm gently. "You are going to have a real girlfriend experience tonight! I promise." 

Ryan kept silent but his heart started pounding inside his chest. 

He had made it! 

"Didn't you go with that nerdy girl in your class?" 

"Oh Gina?" Ryan gave her a brief summary of his association with her. 

"So you didn't screw her?" Sherry was unbelieving. 

"No. I told you I have never done it." He hesitated before he admitted: "I have never even seen a girl nude... I mean other than in porn." 

"You really need to be taken care of. But I am genuinely surprised. You are quite decent and good looking and there will be lots of girls who will be willing to jump into bed with you. There must be some issues that you need to iron out, Ryan. May be this can be a teaching session as well? You know I have a lot of experience with men and I know where they can go wrong. Let me try to change you into a wonder boy that makes girls beg you to sleep with them. Deal?" 

"Sounds good!" 

Blake's Restaurant was as classy as Ryan expected in a quiet locality with ample parking and a bright blue neon sign. The place, the decor and the personnel were well in tune with the high society that Sherry was now in. The staff knew Sherry and were warm and friendly and without a word being spoken they were taken to the chosen favourite booth at a slightly elevated corner next to a window. They sat themselves on the cushioned three quarter circular sofa seat with their knees touching. 

The elegant menu folder in mauve and gold fitted the overall milieu. Seated down Ryan took in the very romantic environment enhanced much by the channeled soft, smooth jazz saxophone and dimmed decorative lights. 

Sherry knew what she wanted to drink and ordered the Parcel Lots, Chateau Latour in OWC a glass each for both and also the Hors d'oeuvre Platter of Smorgards which was an assortment of Swedish Delicatesis. 

"I don't want to order everything for you but I thought I knew what was good here for starters." She was apologetic. When the drinks and appetizers came they had the entree ready to go. 

They ordered. Ryan asked for Short Ribs of Beef served with mango chutney and mashed sweet potatoes with port wine sauce and Sherry went for Dill Crusted Cod with roasted potatoes, carrots and citrus broth. 

Ryan felt like asking for more interesting information and went ahead choosing his words carefully. 

"What exactly did you know from what you do that I can learn to benefit from?" 

"For that I need to know your experiences to figure out how you can do better." 

Ryan provided a vivid description of the Salima episode with every single detail of emotion and action that he could remember. 

"You said you were wearing undershorts and hugging her?" 

Ryan nodded. 

"That's an immediate turn off right there. You know a girl starts feeling things and she wasn't a young innocent teenager or anything. She would have felt you and somehow that's not the best way to seduce" 

"Oh, I see." He didn't really see. 

"A girl needs to be worked on slowly with interesting, intelligent and perhaps humorous conversation before getting personal and intimate, Ryan. Your move would have been too sudden and frightening for her. Girls move very slowly towards arousal unlike boys who shoot up in minutes" 

"Yeah, I get that." He knew he was rather abrupt and what Sherry was saying was that she wasn't ready. "Do you think if I had made it slow I would have got her?" 

"I would like to think that most women are seducible provided you go slow and the man is not overtly repulsive, which you aren't. Many women especially conservative ones react negatively to early sexual advances. It's a cultural thing. Overall women want to be respected and not thought of as cheap." 

Ryan enjoyed talking to her and the topic was stimulating enough. He felt low embers of arousal within him though chronically present, he felt there were signals within him that asked him to get on with it and devour this beautiful woman. 

Dinner arrived. The topic shifted to more mundane stuff like school, neighborhood and parents. Ryan kept admiring her beautiful face, her lips and her dancing blue eyes. When the rush of hormones made his eyes dip down to her awesome breasts, he stole many glances the images of which were pasted together in his mind. He did not even hear what she was saying as he reconstructed those wonderful breasts under her black top generously exposed by her open jacket. 

It is possible that Sherry noticed or otherwise for no apparent reason she slipped off her jacket and put it alongside her on the large curved seat. 

When Ryan looked again she asked: "Do you like them?" She was dangling her folk with a naughty smile. 

"What?" 

"My boobs." 

"Oh!" He went red and then gathered some boldness to say: "Yes, they are very nice. Sorry!" 

"Sorry for what? This is a very private booth. We can't be seen. You can look as much as you like. Wait a minute. Give me your hand." he laid his fork on the plate. She took his right hand and placed it on the table edge. "Keep it there." 

Then she gently moved her chest forward looking into his eyes. Millimeter by millimeter she went closer and closer until what felt like her nipple brushed the back of his hand and then she withdrew. Then slowly and deliberately pushed herself onto his hand while looking into his eyes. 

Ryan felt the softness and gloriously feminine feel of a breast and shut his eyes momentarily in bliss. When he opened his eyes again he saw Sherry's face soften almost with pity and whispered: "Come hold it. Feel me" 

She turned his palm upwards to cup one beautiful breast and breathed in sharply as Ryan very carefully handled her flesh with delicate care through the thin fabric. 

"Go on. You can be a bit bolder. No one can see. I promise." 

Ryan completed covered her left breast in his right hand and then changed to his left. Looking straight into her eyes he pleaded: "Can I kiss you?" 

No answer was necessary. Sherry expertly moved herself towards Ryan and sealed her lips with his, gently, then passionately and then with what appeared like love. 

Ryan's head spun with unimaginable excitement. He felt his erection, almost painful in his pants now. 

When they withdrew they both sat in silence to finish their dinner and ordered Fruits and Chocolate Soufflé for desert. 

Sherry left him to go quickly to the washroom and when she returned she went: "I have a surprise for you." 

Ryan looked quizzically at her, 

"Touch my boobs again" 

Ryan did the discrete move he had learnt. He snaked his hand towards her and cupped her left breast. He felt the difference immediately. His fingers felt the soft black T shirt and skin underneath. The coarse stuff in between had gone. 

Sherry had gotten rid of her bra! 

Ryan went wild with excitement and felt for her nipple and rolled it gently between thumb and forefinger. It had stiffened already. He held the full volume of its feminine shape and sexiness before he couldn't help kissing her lips again. 

"You, my boy, are pretty gentle for a first timer." 

"Oh I felt Gina's but this is different." He brushed aside that unpleasant memory. "So what do we do today? What's the deal? I saw what you have to offer." 

"Tell me what you want. It's your day, isn't it?" 

They were interrupted by the waitress bringing their desert. 

"Yeah but I must know the deal, right? Like... when and how much do I... do I pay?" 

"You silly boy! Are you crazy? I am enjoying this! There is no payment involved here. This is my party. Enjoy!" 

Ryan couldn't believe what she just said. It meant he was going to have the time of his life having his first episode of sex with the most beautiful girl he knew for nothing. 

Nothing! 

They helped themselves to the creamy goodness of the soufflé. 

"But... but it's not fair. You're in business now. We must make a deal." Ryan had the money and he genuinely felt he should pay and he had no doubt about enjoying the night. 

"Listen." She began. "I do this four or five times a week. Almost always with unknown guys who are much older. A lot of them cannot even get their thing up. I have to help them with that. And then they have to try and try and try and I have to do all the hard work. I hardly get a young guy because they can't afford me. You are an absolute bonus for me. You are young and good looking and I know you and I would like to have sex with you and I am helping you with your initiation and, and, and..." 

"Did you ever want to have sex with me when we were in school?" Ryan needed to clear a doubt he had from the days he used to feast on her beautiful body. 

"To be honest I never thought of you like that. You were like a kid brother. Sorry!" She touched his arm. "Did you want it then?" 

Ryan nodded sheepishly. "You were with that guy Rick, right. The footballer. Did he do it to you?" 

"Yeah, you remember. Yes a couple of times but he was no good at it." She laughed. "You are going to be much better. But first tell me what you like." 

He pushed his desert bowl and spoon away. "What choices do I have?" 

"Well I am going off the menu here." She giggled. "You could start with a body rub and then a Jacuzzi session or we can have a romantic chat, champagne and cuddle on my terrace looking down at the lake. I could do a cabaret performance strip tease for you. Then what else..." she looked upwards in thought. 

"Nothing more interesting. I mean real hot?" 

"Oh, you can have sex afterwards, of course." It was the first time she even sounded unlike a perfectly correct convent product. "Well if you mean hot preliminaries, are you thinking a blow job or a hand job?" 

Ryan suddenly felt like he was lessening the thrill of his first experience by choreographing every act. "Let's leave it to spontaneous moves" 

"I think so." She agreed. "That's much better. One more thing. May be you won't be into that kind of stuff as a novice. But I don't do anal." 

"Oh, sure." Ryan's rejoinder was immediate. "I just want to enjoy your body; see it, feel it, touch it, explore it." He let himself go into his dreams. 

Sherry simply smiled at his boyish innocence. She felt she wanted to give this guy a good time; a time of his life and meanwhile feel good herself doing it. She thought of little things she could do and sat back satisfied. 

There were suggestions of coffee by the waitress but were declined by both. 

Sherry paid. She refused to even allow Ryan to dip his hands into his pocket. 

While getting up to go from their private booth Sherry got to Ryan's ear to whisper. 

"I took off my panties too for you!" She smiled like a naughty school girl. "I thought we might have some more time here and you could have a feel." 

"If only you had told me. I would've had a coffee." 

"You have all night, baby. Relax. May be you can have a go on the drive back. Don't distract me too much, OK?" 

A nervous giggle was all Ryan would manage. He could never stop thinking of how a good session of sex would be with a beautiful girl. It was unimaginable for him having never been there. The boys who bragged always said it was great and awesome but feeling your own penis in a vagina, he figured, was something else. At the same time having a feel in public felt exciting and daring too. 

As they walked out he had his arm around her waist like lovers and she walked very close to him with breast brushing side and even wore a glow of a young woman very much in love. 

When they were out in the dark parking lot Ryan's hand slipped slowly down until the flair of her hips and her sexy butt curves began. He noticed that there was only skin beneath. A few yards from the swanky Lexus his hand had dropped onto the peak of her left butt. He focused on the nerve endings of his palm and fingers and enjoyed the silkiness with disbelief. The incredible suppleness of the flesh beneath was making him mad. He dragged the flimsy brown fabric upwards when Sherry reacted negatively for the first time. 

"No! This is a parking lot, damn it! We'll get into trouble." He pulled his hand back up to her waist. "You have all night, baby. I'll give you a time of your life. Promise!" She then kissed him on his lips again holding his cheek briefly. 

They got into the car. 

As they were on the road again Ryan couldn't keep his mind away from her nakedness just under the sheerest of clothes that she had on. His left hand moved to her bare right knee and gently moved upwards. He felt her beautiful thighs and as Sherry had no protest he went upwards, feeling private flesh directly for the first time. How much more torture should he bear? 

"Can I go further up?" He was a touch nervous. A nervousness originating from his unfamiliarity with female anatomy and unbridled sexual thrill of anticipation. 

"Of course, darling. You can do whatever you want. As long as it doesn't hurt me. Even some pain could be pleasure." She glanced at him and flashed one of her bewitching smiles. 

Ryan moved the loosely pleated skirt upwards looking at her white thighs and felt and appreciated ultimate femininity. 

"Can I?..." He hesitated as his breath came faster and his face was red hot with arousal. "I want to see!" 

"OK. But wait a moment." She slowed down as she got to a red light and she gestured to a motorcyclist cruising alongside. 

Ryan withdrew but went back as soon as they were in motion again. He ran his fingers on her outer part of her thigh and palmed her inner close to her knees and then went upwards and peered towards her crotch to view her womanhood. His hands almost trembled. 

Alas, he couldn't see at all. It was too dark between her legs. "Can't see anything." He lamented. 

"Oh!" was her response as she opened up her thighs a little more and shoved her hips a bit more forward as far as her seat belt would allow. "Now? I am not shaved, you know. Do you mind? I can get that done as soon as we get back." 

"No natural is fine! I am sick of seeing all those shaved pussies on the site. Wow! I would love that!" 

"Oh, that's great," Sherry giggled. 

Unfortunately for Ryan as he looked widening his eyes and accommodating to the dimness he realized he was seeing nothing. He fought against the temptation of lifting her skirt further up or touching her there even though he realized she wouldn't mind. He thought he should leave that for a more auspicious and opportune moment in the correct place. Being the first time he wanted it to be the best experience and memory. Besides they had now arrived home! 

Sherry's apartment complex looked even better with the illumination after dusk. They drove into the basement parking and when in the elevator, Ryan tried again. 

She refused to let him fondle her front pointing to the security camera. 

With their backs against the elevator walls Ryan sent his hand behind, up her skirt and felt Sherry's bare butt and ascended into heavenly bliss. Everything was so perfect with the curves and texture. In fact it was absolutely and unbelievably perfect. He ran his trembling fingers up and down conscious of the time he had before reaching the seventh floor. He went right down to the top of her thighs and felt the crease above which suddenly the sexy globes sprang backwards. He then quickly sent a gentle probing finger into her naked cleavage and moved upwards and heard her moaning. The creamy smoothness of her skin texture was killing. He traveled downwards again and she leaned forward to allow him to go further. 

"A little more. You're almost there!" she panted. 

The seventh floor chimed and they drew away, flushed, aroused and throbbing all over. 

"My balls hurt." Ryan confided having the man's curse of a prolonged erection. 

They tumbled out and onto the hallway towards the apartment and as soon as they were through the door, they were kissing. 

This was a different kiss. Tongues were exploring and Sherry had one arm around his neck and the other searching for his manhood. Ryan had both of his firmly crushing the twin globes of her beautiful buttocks. She lifted one leg to wrap around his waist and also to rub her sex against his upper thigh. 

Then suddenly she withdrew. "You know what? This is not ideal. Let's prepare the scene. This is your first. It's got to be perfect" 

"OK. Whatever you say." 

"I'll change into something nice. And you get your night stuff on and we'll go up to the terrace. It's very romantic up there." 

Ryan went up to the little room that had his back pack and pulled out his rather simple night shorts and top, stripped completely and changed. It was a relief to get rid of his underwear which was causing some pain due to the pent up stuff within he thought. The soft fabric showed a slight tent with his chronic half erection but he thought it looked sexy enough. 

When he saw Sherry emerge at the foot of the stairs his jaw dropped! She was in a pink thigh length sheer negligee. It was difficult to pick at first but yes, she had a matching bra and panties underneath. She stood there smiling in that sweet innocent manner that she always had. Her smashing figure was on view and she looked even more desirable, sexy and hot, 




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"Wow!" Ryan managed only that sound of extreme visual pleasure. 

"Come," she said, holding out a hand. The other had some folded sheets and a thin quilt. Ryan walked a step behind Sherry and enjoyed a view of the most perfect ass in panties under the most transparent nightie he had ever seen. Her hips rolled so rhythmically with soft ripples of flesh and her narrow waist swayed along in harmony. 

They came up to the most beautiful terrace that Ryan had ever seen. The three quarter moon hung in the sky, painting the lake's wavelets. The terrace itself had a Perspex four foot safety barrier and a smooth granite floor. Some chairs and umbrellas were neatly arranged in a corner and the other end had one large gas barbecue and another brick built coal pit. There were two bare mattresses placed together on the floor. It looked the perfect spot and milieu for the first time. 

"I am not putting the lights on. There is a fairly good moonlight." Sherry sat on one of the mattresses. 

"I hope I can see you." That was Ryan's biggest worry. 

Sherry spread the sheets put the quilt by the side and said: "Come on! I am getting impatient now. Lie down here. I'll give you a body rub." 

Ryan knelt on the mattress. "On my belly?" 

"Yeah, but get out of those clothes first" 

Ryan hesitated. He took off his T shirt and looked at her. Did she really mean it? 

"Come on, Ryan. I have seen that cock of yours!" 

"Where? When?" 

"You know when you came in today and went into that washroom? That has a one way mirror, OK? I need to have that to spy on some of my clients. Some of them do drugs, you know. Some are shady. Carry guns and stuff." 

"That's cheating! Why did you spy on me?" He feigned anger 

"I don't know. May be I just wanted to see your thing!" She giggled that same giggle Ryan had heard in High School. "Come lie down. Let me give you the treatment." 

"What will that be?" he asked while sitting down on the mattress. 

"I'll show you, my sweet boy." As she said that she moved over to him and put her hand on his waist with a thumb under the elastic. "What were you thinking in the washroom holding your dick?" 

"Yeah, I was wondering if I wanted to masturbate after all those hours of anticipating seeing you." 

She giggled again. "OK take this off." She tugged at his shorts' waist again. "I have seen hundreds." she pointed to his crotch. 

With his eyes on her, Ryan hauled himself up to his knees and peeled off his shorts. 

His erect penis jumped out and to his surprise Sherry hardly noticed and kept preparing the sheets and pillows for him. Ryan lowered himself gently onto his belly taking care of his stiff penis. 

Sherry turned her attention to Ryan's back. 

She worked on his neck, upper and lower back and then his feet and thighs. Ryan kept his legs together in self-conscious modesty. She then worked on his gluteal muscles which was nice for Ryan. Sherry's fingers and hands were very professional and were actually relaxing. So quietening it was that Ryan lost his erection. 

Presently she was kneading his inner thighs going higher and higher making Ryan hot with anticipation. 

"Open up, sweetheart," she said while manually separating his thighs. For what seemed like an hour she fingered his butt, the crevice between and the upper thighs. When he was almost giving up expecting anything soon, she touched the back of his scrotum. 

Ryan jumped! "It's awesomely weird and awfully nice!" 

She touched his sac again with the tips of her fingers and then drew soft lines with her nails on his thighs and butt. Then she gently lifted his balls with thumb and finger underneath and gingerly held it as if in contemplation. 

Ryan had a full blown erection again under his tummy now. 

Then it happened. 

Carefully sending one hand underneath she felt out his member held it with two fingers and gently pulled it down between his thighs. Ryan experienced the first touch of a girl's hand on his penis and he couldn't help a groan. 

"Nice?" she cooed. He nodded into the pillow. 

She drew quiet longitudinal lines before actually holding his shaft with three fingers and began lovingly slow strokes. The exquisite nature of her professional touch and now her occasional touching of the tip of his knob with what felt like her thumb was simply gorgeous. He focused his dizzy brain to the area of touching to heighten the feeling of arousal. Sherry played longer strokes going down to the root and then pulling way beyond his length pinching his foreskin for full extension. Ryan's mental prayers begged for more. 

As if to answer his wishes she went faster and faster until they both realized that it was better for Ryan to get onto his back. 

He was half turning when she said: "Turn over, darling. Let me love you better." 

When Ryan did turn, she switched to his chest and neck disappointing him momentarily. Then he realized that the tease was equally exciting. His throbbing penis waved in the cool night breeze as she nonchalantly moved her deft fingers to his neck, then his face and down to his chest. 

"You are still wearing all your clothes." he touched the shoulder of her negligee. 

"Hold on, Ryan. You have been a good boy." she smiled. "All in good time. I will give you the best of the best. Leave it to me I'll make it unforgettable for you. All in good time, sweetie. Right now dream of it. Think of what you want to see and feel. Imagine!" 

Ryan trusted her. 

"What do you like best in a girl? In me? What were you pining to see all day and in those younger days?" She was still working on his pectorals and defining those lateral edges onto his arm pits with measured pressure of thumb and forefinger. 

"Hmmm... I guess, I guess it was your ass. May be, certainly a lot of times, your... your pussy." When he didn't hear her response he added: "I am sorry!" 

"No, no. No worries. Lots of younger folk get worked up about below the belt stuff. Did you know that some guys, especially from the east don't even want to look at me there? It's weird. They just want to get on with it!" She laughed. She continued her caring now moving to the lower ribs and going sideways and upwards. Occasionally her arms slapped his erect member accidentally but she continued unaffected in focus. 

She traveled down to his abdomen and walked slowly down a little lower. Ryan was elevated again to a plane of anticipation. He waited with lustful impatience. "Why are you being so nice to me for nothing?" Ryan couldn't avoid asking. 

"Oh, for you? You are my friend aren't you? I like you in a kid boy kind of way. And now you are here grown up and a big handsome man." She looked at him with a cute smile and a tilted head. She then swiftly moved her right hand down and held his stiff penis and began her gentle strokes. "My heart melted when you said you had never been with a woman and that you like me in a special way. You did admire me you said and wanted me physically. I guess that turned me on and I have feelings too, you know. I felt like doing what I am doing and believe me I am enjoying it. Like never before! So you enjoy it too. 

She then accelerated her frequency of movements and used her left hand to expertly caress his scrotum. Ryan rapidly ascended into heightened arousal and moaned his way into a bliss he never knew. He saw her arms working and her wonderful breasts bouncing so sexily under her transparent nightie and tiny bra. He ogled at the top of her chest and her cleavage and bent sideways to touch it. 

"Take it easy," she spluttered through panting, "Wait a little. Just come for me darling. Come good and big. I'll show you everything. You can touch everything. Everything! My boobs, my butt, my cunt and all. Now just explode for me, please. Please! Oh how I love this prick!" 

The magic words and the soft hands on his erected member was too much for Ryan. "Oh god!" he called out before strings of ejaculate escaped, spraying Sherry's arms and hand and his thighs as well. She milked him while he moaned with every ecstatic spasm arching his hips as high as he could as he coaxed every conceivable muscle within his body to deliver all the juice he had. 

After grunting out his last spasm he settled down flat and exhausted. She decelerated her slamming and slowly came to a stop and turned to pick some tissue. 

"Hmmm... You came real good, baby. Good boy!" She used wet wipes swiftly and efficiently to clean up the mess then she lay next to him, turned towards him with her arms around him. Her finger tips gently strolled on his chest and neck. Ryan closed his eyes to lap up the almost powerfully romantic air. 

ENTERING GLORY 

As she put one sexy thigh over his, Ryan's mind was roving. He glanced once at the starry sky above and wondered, not for the first time if this was real. He had the most beautiful girl in his life next to him. She was wearing the skimpiest of nighties and had just masturbated him bringing him to a height of sexual climax not known to him. Though she was not his girlfriend she was doing a damn good job of pretending to be one. Lying on his right he felt her breasts squashed against his side with undulating pressure as she breathed. Now that he was spent and had no immediate craving he delved into the depths of his brain to see where he was in this whole business of women. 

Sharon, now called Sherry was unexpectedly very friendly and even kind to him just for being a childhood friend. She was now a successful high society escort and she was giving him this free love. For what? She might have been earning a few grand with some fat, rich bastard instead of being this benevolent sex educator to an uninitiated younger boy. 

Why? 

Then, did she just masturbate him to relieve him and put him off the bigger stuff? Why is she still wearing her clothes? Is there some latent big scheme behind it all? Was there another shady person involved lurking somewhere in the shadows? 

"How did you find the time for me today?" Ryan posed the question as a start to unravel the mysteries that had now found their way into his doubting mind. 

"What do you mean?" 

"You are a very busy person. You had no hesitation in inviting me today as soon as I called." 

"Oh, it's Monday today and that's the lightest day of the week. Besides, I had an appointment that got cancelled." 

"Was it for the whole night?" 

"It was for four hours, which is like a whole night really. It involves a dinner by the client which we went for! Look, as I said, I like this change. And, we are not done yet, remember?" That giggle again. 

"You have been too good to me. Thank you very much. This is like a dream for me and I am not sure I can make you happy as I am inexperienced." 

Sherry's hand went to his mouth. "Shsh! That's my job. I make men enjoy themselves while they thrill me. That's my logo. 'Make You Make Me!'" 

"That's nice. I'll remember that. Make you make me. Brilliant." Ryan turned towards her with some of his doubts fading. "What makes you happy? I mean in bed." 

"I like riding cock, sometimes. I like it when the guy fucks me without touching anything else. Like he supports himself on all fours and the only connection is his prick in my pussy. I like the 69 position if the guy known how to eat. Hmmm... What else? The spoon position is nice as a change. What would you like?" 

"Oh I would like to try all of that! I am totally ignorant and waiting to be taught!" He was honest. "You are a very beautiful woman, Sharon, eh... Sherry. You really are." 

"Thanks. I am fascinated that you liked me from school days. I never knew. But that was puppy love, wasn't it? Teenagers tend to fall for anything in skirts!" 

"If it was it lasted a while," he hugged her, "I was in love, puppy or not." 

"Boys fall in love very easily. You get turned on by just looking." She continued to caress his chest and abdomen. "You can call that love but women take a while, you know." 

"What was your best experience with a man? Is there one that jumps to mind?" 

"I guess there was one." She gathered her thoughts. "This guy was in his forties and he wasn't much to look at or anything but elegant, neat and smartly dressed always. He made an appointment for a full night. Know what he did? He brought half prepared food home with a bottle of wine. He even got the scented candles. He prepared a lovely meal of baked fish, veggies and wild rice. We laughed through dinner as we talked about our silly childhood. He was a great conversationalist. He never said or did anything disrespectful or even remotely sexual. I was enjoying it through and wondered if this man was simply lonely and wanted company. After dinner we listened to music and he actually seduced me in such a sophisticated way that I was dying to please him and wanted him to make love to me. My clothes came off and so did his and we were in bed naked and me so aroused. I then realized and, he also told me that he had an erection problem. It was my pleasure to bring him to arousal." 

"What did you do?" 

"Oh, I have to dig deep to remember. Yeah, I think I had to work him with my hands; masturbate him and fondle his balls and rub my body all over him and suck him and the works. Oh yes, I remember I had to play a porn scene for him to finally get it up. That's right. Now I remember. He wanted to imagine me with the guy in the movie. That's how it worked for him. See, even the most balanced people have some quirks." 

"How was his performance?" Ryan had a tinge of jealousy. 

"He was good, actually. If I remember that is." That giggle again. "Yeah, he did alright. He was gentle and remember him having sufficient stamina to finish." She looked him in the eye and then slowly moved her hand downwards to hold his soft penis. "Does talking this stuff thrill you?" She caressed him gently. 

"Yeah, it's all new for me. Tell me did anyone fall in love with you?" Ryan may have had some emotions generated within himself to ask. 

"Ahah! There were a few. The most persistent was a guy from here who used to see me in town in the grocery stores and on the streets. Man, was he in love! He used to come and see me every weekend for a full night for about 3 months. I managed to shake him off when he got too possessive and asked me to stop seeing others. I avoided him and he finally got the message." She looked downwards with her hand still doing work. "Oh, he's responding!" 

Ryan grinned like a naughty schoolboy. "This time I want to see you, OK? Fully. Everything!" 

"Of course, honey. Let's start with a session in the hot tub." She stood up without waiting for a reply and went to the far corner where a white canvas covered what Ryan failed to notice so far. 

Ryan followed her and stood beside. 

She pulled away to uncover the biggest tub Ryan ever saw and at the flip of a switch beautiful underwater blue lights sparkled through the crackle of delicious bubbles and the mosaic liquid surface. 

"OK," she said. "Do you want to take off my nightie? It's time for some real fun, baby!" 

Ryan had no problem lifting the sheer material off Sherry as she held her arms upwards. The shimmering lights drew dancing blue arcs on her body. Ryan took a deep breath before he took it all in. 

Her white flesh contrasted starkly with the black inner wear. Her neck and shoulders blended beautifully onto her ample chest. Ryan guessed she was a 36 incher. Her cleavage was refreshingly visible for the first time directly. The half cup and the net like fabric of the upper third revealed yet tantalizingly hid. The shapely twin orbs of femininity almost mocked him to come forth. Ryan felt the hotness of his own breath and as Sherry stood hands on hips and then lifted one arm to spin around. Without an iota of doubt Ryan decided that her butt beat everything else in sexual attractiveness. 

His hungry eyes swept over her flat tummy and flaring hips, as she swiveled, he dwelt on her derriere that he had admired with a considerable dose of hidden lust over the years. It had the perfect dimensions of lateral curve and posterior projection. The crevice that had to be imagined for now would be inviting. The junction of upper thigh with butt was the core of her womanhood that he was trying to penetrate visually. 

All in good time, he thought. 

"Enjoying the view, my boy? Come on take this off." She pointed to her bra and turned away inviting him to unhook her. 

Unhooking! How do you do it? He stepped forward and grabbed the straps almost roughly and peered at the little metallic things and as he figured he needed to pull towards to unhook he felt her soft and smooth back with the coarse sensitiveness of the back of his hand. 

The release was surprisingly easy and as the twin harnesses fell away, Sherry gripped the front with her arms and hands and slowly turned around. Then in full view she slowly lowered the cups, millimeter by millimeter to reveal the top of those glorious breasts and then awesome cleavage and gently the incredibly sexy pinkish nipples and then the peaks. 

Ryan couldn't help holding his naked penis and started to stroke himself gently. It was a breathtaking sight. The starry sky and the half-moon with the bluish illumination with this topless beauty in front of him. 

My goodness, thought Ryan, what did I ever do in life to get something like this? As if to reinforce the incredulous nature of his predicament, Sherry stepped forward and held his now erect member and said: "Leave that to me, baby. I know how to look after this guy. He is pretty strong huh? He is ready to go again." 

"With your incredible beauty and loving care can that be a surprise?" 

"Ha ha! But what are you waiting for? Take off the bottom. I want you to see me fully. I want to see the thrill and the lust in your eyes. Come on, lover!" 

"But I want to feel your boobs, first," Ryan moved towards her and put both his hands on her breasts and caressed them adoringly. "Can I kiss them?" 

"Of course, hon. Go for it" 

Ryan's first taste of nipples in his mouth was that the touch and feel sensation of soft flesh on lips and tongue was more arousing than the taste. He sucked and he bit gently and flicked the nubbin like nipple with his tongue and got the moan of approval he wanted. She arched her back and held his hair while her hand again stroked his erect penis. 

"You have a nice dick, baby. Nice and thick. Did I tell you that?" 

"Yes you did." Ryan withdrew momentarily and then went back to his love making. 

Suddenly remembering that he needed to take off her panties he slipped his hands lower and in one quick move he peeled her undergarment passed her hips without looking. He debated on whether he should feel or see first. 

His eyes won the short battle! 

He looked down. The moment he had waited for had arrived. He knelt before Sherry to view the core of her womanhood and a sight that Ryan was waiting to enjoy for many years. 

"Look, darling. Enjoy yourself. Am I beautiful enough?" 

Ryan saw her sex at eye level. The beautiful inverted triangular bush and the inviting vertical slit with the peeping inner lips looked heavenly to his virgin eyes. He held her full hips and brought his face closer as he let one hand explore with the tip of his index finger, He slipped down from the mound above slowly down both fleshy labia and then down the crack. 

He heard a sharp intake of breath. "Oh! Please be gentle. That's a very sensitive area." 

"I know." Ryan didn't want to be told everything. 

He brought his face very close and breathed deep to assimilate the indescribable eroticism associated with sexual aroma. He took it in again and again till she sighed: "What are you waiting for? Eat me, won't you?" 

The first flick of the tongue was directly on her slit and as he swept deeper he got the salty taste of her sex as he did feel the tickle of her pubic hair. The stronger and more sensitizing fragrance of her femininity crawled up his nostrils like the vapor of precious vintage wine. In a sudden flash of compulsion he grabbed her buttocks and brought her to his waiting face. His lips sealed her opening with a saliva drenching kiss and his impatient tongue lashed out at her delicate insides. 




Antidote for Innocence



She moaned and groaned almost sounding like she was crying as he sucked on her lips applying the perfect quantum of negative pressure to make her gasp as she gushed her love fluid into his mouth. 

"Wow! Darling! You are simply amazing. Where did you learn that? Oh my heavens, Are you a born expert or what?" She gasped as she held his head like a baby's and swayed and side stepped trying to keep her balance. 

Another round of kissing and licking and he withdrew and stared at her crotch again. 

"Yeah, look at me, sweetie. Look! You are the best. OK let me take you on a guided tour. Ha!" A sharp giggle and she continued. "Do you know where the clit is? You see the mound and the labia and the slit in between, OK? Now between the lips you might see a pair of inner lips, right? 

Ryan nodded in agreement. 

She brought her forefinger and middle finger and parted herself in classic fashion. 

"Now trace that up until the lips merge onto a little central knob, right. That's my clit. Lick it. Suck on it." 

Ryan noted the anatomy and complied with extreme excitement. He drank from her and tasted and kissed and had her moaning and grunting again in almost uncontrolled excitement. 

"Darling, you do that so well. Are you sure you're a first timer? I am truly, truly amazed at your natural ability to eat pussy. You know there are fifty year olds who might have done that for decades and still be much clumsier than you. Boy I am having a ball here!" She laughed with genuine pleasure. 

"Come, let's get our feet wet!" She held his hand as they both stepped over the edge into the waiting warm water. The underwater illuminating her assets more and then as she slipped in he saw her distorted torso but still very desirable in a peculiarly different way. Then remembering suddenly she said: "Gosh! I forgot you had oil on you. You needed to shower. Oh, never mind. Ricardo is coming tomorrow to clean up. I can ask him to give the tub an extra scrub." 

As they settled down for the next half hour chest deep in warm water, they felt each other so much they got themselves into intimate physical familiarity. Ryan, though still felt the newness of being with not only a nude woman but one that was beautiful and he had secretly desired for many years. The underwater fondling continued. Sherry wouldn't leave his penis and kept stroking him at varying speeds; sometimes slow and nice and then quick and almost rough. She kept looking at him and enjoyed his positive responses to her stimulation. 

"Why don't you do it to me while I do it to you?" 

"Yeah, but..." Ryan was unsure what he was supposed to do. Get his finger in? Rub her outside? Apart from what he had read here and there he had no clear idea what he needed to do. 

"Of course, darling. I'll teach you. You know, there are three stages of seduction. The mental, physical and sexual. You are good at the middles stage of physical seduction. Now you need to learn the other two!" With that she took his hand down to her bushy folds and brought two of his fingers to her clit. "Now soft rotatory movements, OK? Gentle!" 

Ryan started hesitantly and then got faster and perhaps a bit rougher. 

"Easy, my boy. That's very sensitive." 

Ryan slowed down and when he slowly picked up the technique, Sherry held him again and started stroking him with much more enthusiasm and vigor. The thrill of mutual masturbation got them both going. 

"This is first time for me." Sherry admitted. 

"What? Mutual stroking?" 

"No. Underwater mutual masturbation! Never done that before." She went faster on Ryan and he reciprocated 

"Oh that! Oh wow! It feels so good." 

Panting and glowing with excitement she asked: "Who do you think of when you do a hand job, Ryan?" 

"Oh!" He laughed softly. "Salima the seamstress from Kuwait more recently. In school it was you all the way. Are you surprised?" 

"Well in a way. Didn't think much about what other boys thought of those days. Just thought of being with boys!" 

"And fucking?" 

"Well, not so much. That was allowed to happen or otherwise depending on the situation and whether one was really turned on or not by the guy" 

"I really want to do it now! Can I gently slip myself into you and bring myself into glory?" 

"Oh you poor boy. Why are you not enjoying this?" She looked down at his manhood. "Here let me do it with a little more feeling and passion." 

She brought both her hands down and gripped him two palmed. Even Ryan was surprised that he had adequate length for this. She focused on her job again and went on an acceleration mode and he was obliged to do the same. The mutual moaning became loud and synchronous and even as his nerves were bringing in an orgasm he beckoned to stop. 

"Why?" she panted 

"I really want to fuck!" Even in these circumstances he didn't want to sound desperate, but he was. 

"OK, darling. I want to, too. Let's go downstairs to my room. It's all ready and cozy for you, sweet boy." 

She led him out and they did some mutual toweling. They couldn't help spending some extra time in those areas that mattered. She cautioned him not to wipe any of her precious wetness. He understood. Then they walked naked with arms around waists towards the stairs and as she flicked all the lights and gadgets off and they moved softly in the beautiful moonlight. 

She led him to another room adjoining the one that Ryan had put his stuff in. This was much larger, had a huge bed and was with luxurious furniture and furnishings. The color theme was beige with delicate shades thereof. The dimmed lights on the ceiling and the bedside were inviting and sexy. Ryan had no time to admire the inanimate beauty around him. 

They stood next to the bed and kissed. Sherry sat on the bed and with Ryan standing she reached for his throbbing organ and for the first time examined him and then suddenly took him passed her lips. 

She slurped and sucked and moaned while Ryan enjoyed the softness of her insides and moved his hips in sync and began making happy sounds himself. 

He leaned towards her and made her lie down and pushed her further up the bed. Even though they were lying crookedly across they were both ready for it. Ryan fumbled with his organ near her vaginal opening. He thrust himself trying to penetrate which made Sherry giggle. 

"You don't know the anatomy! So sweet! But wait." She swiftly moved towards the huge nightstand with a glowing lamp opened a drawer and picked something out. 

The condom! How could he have forgotten that when with someone like Sherry? She quickly had it out of the pack and rolled it on with her clever fingers onto Ryan's penis. 

"OK, get on with it, lover boy!" 

"Show me darling, please. I want to learn how to get in!" There was hot desire in those words. 

"Find it yourself, hon. Just a little lower. You are too far up... Aah just a bit higher. OK. Now! No no no! The angle. You a going horizontally. Go upwards. Ouch!" She giggled again. 

She then brought her hand down to help him and expertly slipped him in. 

"Now go right in, darling. Yes. Yes! Some more. The full length. Oh yes. Oh yes" 

Ryan ascending into a space he had never been before. The feeling was indescribable. Involuntarily hips moved. He got faster and faster and then even faster. He could not perceive the panting in his breath nor the breathless frantic pumping action that was driving him on. Sherry moaned once loudly and then panted not for the first time that day: "Are you sure you haven't fucked before?" 

Ryan grunted his acceptance of appreciation and continued. Sherry's hands went to his back and neck and drew long lines with her nails sending signals of high voltage to his brain. She then went down, down to his butt hugged the twin globes towards her pelvis and went even lower to touch and feel his hairy perineum. She flirted with the root of his scrotum and then brought her hands forward to hold and fondle first his sac and then slipped two fingers across his busy shaft. Ryan felt it all and moaned as he went higher and closer to climax, 

"Tell me when you want to come." Did she read his mind and did she know a man's body? 

"I am going to! Oh my god! This is something else!" 

"Keep going. Fuck me. Fuck me! You're doing great. Hmmm." She went back to butt squeezing again and helped his thrusts with a healthy pull in. 

He kissed her cheek and neck and then bent down to her breasts. As he thrashed on and climax was evident he almost yelled: "I am coming! Yes! Oh lord!" 

"Come, sweetheart. Pour into me. Come! Cuuummm!" 

He came! As he ejaculated he felt the pulsating waves of her body in rhythm too and he definitely felt her vaginal muscles milking him. She ran her hands over his back top to bottom and he drank from her delicious nipples as he nosed his way into the magnificent, soft, yielding flesh of her breasts. He kept coming and she matched him spasm for spasm and squeal for squeal. 

The final little explosion came forth with a loud grunt and he collapsed on her soft spent body, sweating and gasping for breath. 

She was the first to speak. "Wonderful! I am going to be jealous that some other woman is going to get this after me." She sounded genuine and Ryan thanked her. 

"You are my teacher without instruction. You just let my instincts perform. Yes that's what you did. You got that raging bull in me to get going. Thanks a million." 

She patted his head softly like a baby as he rolled off her and without saying anything further they went to sleep. 

The clock that Ryan never noticed in the room softly chimed the half hour. It was 02:30 AM. 

MAKING A CLIP 

Ryan woke up disoriented. He glanced at his watch and saw it was 10:50 AM. He looked to his right and saw ruffled sheets and an empty bed. He looked up and took in what he had experienced the night before. 

Wow! 

He had a lot to boast about. 

Then he heard sounds from what he thought was the kitchen. There was the clanging of vessels and a vacuum cleaner going. He rolled out of bed noticed he was still naked and looked down at his now flaccid penis with the crusted remains of the awesome lovemaking. 

Sherry! What a woman! 

He noted that his clothes were lying close to his side of the bed, which Sherry must have brought down. He stood up walked out of the room and past the open area near the glass window through which the wonderful sunshine was pouring in. Just as he tread along the huge dining room and approaching the breakfast area he noticed that there was someone else in the kitchen. A man! 

What the heck? 

He tip-toed back to the bedroom and wore his shorts and T shirt and went back to the kitchen curious to know what was going on. 

Sherry was there wearing a turquoise coloured flimsy, transparent nightie. Her boobs pushing the front of the thin material and her deep cleavage exposed. A man with a vacuum stood doing his work by her side. 

"Good morning," Ryan greeted and Sherry and the man responded together. 

"This is Ricardo." Sherry introduced him. "He helps me with the house work. And this is Ryan. He is my childhood friend and my boyfriend for today." She beamed and looked genuinely happy with herself. 

Ryan stepped up shook Ricardo's hand. He was probably in his late teens and wore a worn out pair of jeans and a sleeveless working shirt. He was nice looking kind of kid and gave him a friendly smile. 

"I have breakfast ready" she declared as they were setting the table up, Ryan noticed Sherry's body supple and sexy moving tantalizingly under her short nightie. She wore panties but no bra and looked very comfortable with Ricardo around. 

Noticing Ryan's expression she went: "Don't worry about, Ricardo. He knows everything about me. He is even tired of seeing me like this. See," she pointed to his crotch. "He's not even slightly hard." 

Ryan's surprise now turned to a slight bit of jealousy. He excused himself to wash up before breakfast. 

In the bathroom he ran the scene over in his head. Sherry was almost naked with this horny teenager and she even points to his cock and why would he not be fucking her? Her nightie was up to the top of her thighs and when she bent forward only her nipples were covered! 

Ryan somehow did not feel like sharing her. At least that day. 

When he returned, fresh fruits, juice, croissants, eggs, bacon and sausages were ready and hot coffee was brewing. 

"Breakfast is usually on me, you know. Tuesday is Ricardo's day to clean. He comes early as Monday's are like off days for me." 

They sat down at the table of four set up so very professionally. 

"I didn't expect anyone here so early." Ryan said and then added this after some thought. "I walked in here naked and I saw you two from there and ran back to get dressed!" 

"Oh, you did?" She put her hand on Ricardo's arm on the table. "Have you seen any of my boys nude? Oh... What a silly question. As if you care. Forget it." 

They finished breakfast and leaving Ricardo to continue his clearing up and also with instructions to clean the tub upstairs, Sherry took Ryan to another room on the opposite side also with a lake view with a huge window. There was a bed in the middle alright and there was so much electronic equipment around with wires that Ryan had to gather the scene in his head to realize what it was. 

It was a photo studio. 

"Wow! What goes on here?" With a little shiver he realized what Sherry was also doing. 

She was making porn. 

"This is where I take some lovely photos with the boys and even a 5 minute video sometimes. The total package of 20 stills and a 5 minute video costs $3450. Photos alone are $1300." 

"That's kind of expensive!" Ryan exclaimed. "And who is the photographer? Ricardo?" 

"Oh no, no. I take it myself it is all remote controlled. I'll show you. I also do the editing so that I am not recognizable. Sometimes the guys want that too." She held up a tablet computer. "I control everything through this." 

Ryan surveyed the room with three ceiling mounted cameras, a couple of large TV LCD screens and a few lights and reflectors all facing the bed and a couple of cushioned chairs and an adjoining glass table all of quality. 

"Do you want to do one for yourself?" She stood with her hands on her hips and head tilted to one side. With her blond hair tied up and her sexy clothing and amazingly attractive personality, Ryan couldn't help thinking why she wasn't in Hollywood. 

"I would love to..." He stammered. "But I can't afford it." 

"Oh, there you go again! Didn't I tell you it's my party? I'll give you the shots and a video free of charge! How about that? Deal? Let's do it" She moved some sheets and directed some cameras. "We have to script it well; the video. The stills are easy. I suck you, you eat me and one fuck in each position. Missionary, cowgirl and doggy. May be a spoon and '69 thrown in we have about twenty shots. Any other ideas?" 

"You have it all worked out, baby. What can I say?" 

"The video needs some thinking and we don't have time." 

"Do you have to go somewhere?" 

"I have to meet someone at 2:00 PM. No, it's not what you think. It's my accountant." She patted him on his shoulder to brush aside any jealousy that might be working its way into him. "OK let's think!" 

"Can I view some samples?" 

"Aha! Smart boy! Going to have a free peek, eh?" She laughed but walked towards a cupboard on the far side typed in a code on a pad and pulled out what looked like a portable hard disk and hooked it on through the tablet to one of the 80 inch screens. 

"Browse around and see what kind you like." She handed him the tablet and walked away saying: "I'll be back!" 

For the next half an hour or so Ryan viewed pictures and videos in rapid succession anxious Sherry would come back any moment to interrupt. 

This was simply a mind boggling collection of porn! Sherry was there in all of them and in most her face was hidden, distorted or cut off. There were some without men and a few with her and all kinds of toys. Some of the men had their faces showing. Ryan made some quick mental notes and thereby made a preliminary selection of possible themes. 

He viewed one in which Sherry was an innocent girl and very shy and she did that well. They are in a living room like scene and when Sherry turns to pick up her glass the guy lifts her skirt, a modest knee length summer outfit and exposes her sexy butt in panties. She quickly swivels around with her arms flying to protect her modesty and her body postures displaying genuine anger. Without the actual conversational sound track and only some dated music in the back ground the guy gently seduces her while she resists till the last few seconds when reluctantly and amidst much protestation from her she is nude. Ryan notices the same sexy body and neatly trimmed bush and as the guy expertly guides his penis into her slit while she flexes one thigh to let him in. 

It ended there and Sherry walks in. 

"How was that?" She inquired with a broad smile. "That guy was very cute. He wanted to remind himself of his night with me with a realistic seduction scene and he got it." 

"You guys did very well. But why no action? You stop as soon as he entered you" 

"That's the point, baby. To each his own. You choose what you want to see when you go back home. Will you be OK with the usual porn stuff? Prick and pussy going bang, bang, bang? Or do you want something romantic or erotic or unusual? Did you see the outdoor one on a massage table?" 

"No." 

"OK We'll do that if you like. It is inspired by Rita in Massage Rooms. Have you seen those?" 

"Yeah, of course." Ryan spent a lot of cum watching those girls in the Massage Room series online especially with Rita. "But I'd like something like the innocent girl seduction" 

They discussed the options and came up with a mental script. Sherry was brilliant with the details and picking the correct scenes to shoot. She typed her summary on her tablet. 

"OK, let's do it, sweetheart. I usually do five scenes with three or four acts each. Each act may have up to twenty clips and each clip may require, may be five takes. Get some romantic clothes on. Let me see what I've got. Oh this one will do fine." She picked up a very modest solid blue cotton top and knee length denim skirt. She quickly stripped nude and got into them with traditional underwear as well. 

Ryan watched her change and was thrilled again at seeing her nude even though it was momentary. He went back to his room and chose the clothes he wore for dinner and got prepared for his first ever video shoot. 

He was excited and aroused again! 

She set up the camera and lights and brought table and chair beside the bed and readjusted the lights and camera again with professional competence. She then spread her arms out in self appreciation. 

"Here we are. The stage is set. Now the cameras will roll and I have got about fifty minutes of filming and I will sort of direct the actions. It will be a seduction of an innocent virgin girl by a handsome horny bull!" She laughed. "I have done it before you just have to follow the cues. Since we are filming from three angles I can edit to get a good short clip. Got it?" 

"Yep! I can't wait!" 

"Let's go then. And don't worry about the sound. We can say what you want and I can edit it out." 

The next hour or so was spent in the actual filming where Ryan went from full erection to complete flaccidity several times for multiple takes. He was actually quite bored and wished he hadn't asked. Finally he had to ejaculate for the camera and he did that very well which made Sherry remark that he could work for the porn industry. 

Then Sherry did some editing for another hour, while Ryan shaved and showered and she finally had a rough disk ready. She said it was about an hour with many scenes repeated and he could have a preview peek if he liked. 




Antidote for Innocence



When Sherry went to see her accountant Ryan settled down to view the movie they had just made. 

Even the titles were made very professionally and she called the little movie ' Antidote for Inexperience'. She had given herself the name Eva Cummins and called him Jordan Maychart. Innocent, beautiful flowers formed the back drop and an instrumental version of 'Love Story' played in the background. 

Each of the scenes that followed came in sequence but they came with multiple takes of the same scene and many clips which were supposed to be edited out were still there. Yet the production was impressive and Ryan managed to sieve through the maze of scenes to gather the actual gist of the filming. 

Eva stood at the window wearing her modest denim skirt when Jordan comes up from behind and puts his arm around her waist. They are in conversation and Jordan lets his hand slip downward and then he unexpectedly grabs her butt. She withdraws and reacts with irritation. He calms her down and they chat. He goes for her again. This time he just hugs her and puts his arms around her waist. 

She seemed comfortable with that and they chatted as he caressed her cheeks, her neck and her shoulders. She leaned on his hand hinting that she liked what he was doing and he responded with a kiss on her sweet lips. Again as his hands dropped to her butt she withdrew. 

Jordan was persistent and he wanted action fast. Unprovoked and with quickness that surprised Eva, he unzipped his pants and pulled down his undies and brought out his manhood. Eva swayed back at this vulgar exposure and gestured to ask him to cover up. Jordan did not. He went towards her held her hand and brought it down to his manhood and made her masturbate him. She was pulling away protesting but he had already wrapped a strong arm around her, holding her with considerable power. 

Seeing, touching and feeling his erected member and the atmosphere charged with arousal did something to Eva. 

She cooperated. She gently stroked him with a bit of genuine shyness. Her rather confident strokes contrasted with her apparent innocence. She kept looking down at him. 

Jordan lifted her skirt and expertly swept aside her panties and stroked her furry mound. A soft moan escaped her open lips and he grunted with satisfaction as his probing digit encountered wetness. 

She was excited after all. 

She suddenly let him go and drew her skirt and panties down in one swift swipe. Her big butt and her bushy pussy filled the screen. Jordan undressed himself and then helped her out of her top and bra. Now, skin to skin with a tight side-on hug they masturbated each other. They went into top gear quickly with sounds of sexual glee and he looked like he was going to climax. 

She then guided him to a bed where he lay behind her and she gingerly parted her thighs to allow his penis to slide along her slit; now separating her labia, now gently riding her wet crevice with barely a touch, now tantalizingly hovering over it. The zoomed focus onto her sex on the big screen with high definitions detail was exquisitely arousing. 

Her hand came down and rather expertly pushed the underside of his penis that it so very easily slipped into her hot opening. 

The automatic strokes followed with her reciprocal acceptance with hip rolling. As he made sounds of impending ejaculation she drew him out with thumb and forefinger and delivered the final two or three strokes before he came again. 

Her cunt, pubic hair, hand and her thigh was sprayed with his surprisingly ample cum. 

The clip ends with the couple kissing as the camera zooms out with her holding and caressing his prick as it gradually loses its stiffness. 

Ryan rewound back to the last scene which he found the most stimulating. The rest of the scenes were so typical of pornography that he didn't think it would provide more than a token excitement. For Ryan the unique erotic thrill was, even though it was the same old stuff, he was the hero. 

He played the last scene so many times that he lost count and he discovered to his surprise that he had another erection coming on as he watched Eva being a slave to Jordan. 

He was still watching that scene when he heard Sherry return and footsteps leading to the door. He did not stop fiddling with his prick as she came through the door and he kept viewing the video as he stroked himself, 

She stood by him with hands on hips and a broad smile. 

"My, my, my! What kind of stamina are we dealing with here?" 

Ryan could only smile and gestured her to come to bed again. 

"My gosh, I can't. I can hardly walk!" She sounded genuine. "Here let me give you a good hand job. Come. Besides, I have work at 5:00 PM." 

Ryan noticed a sense of a businesslike but polite rebuttal. 

She sat by his side and pulled out his prick and in its semi erect state fiddled enough to make him hard. Then she really worked hard masturbating him, changing hands and whispering sweet praises to his manhood. Ryan was aroused but cumming a fourth time was not only a first for him, but proved to be damned tough. He found himself somehow wanting to go on. He guessed it was anxiety that he may not see her again and wanting to prolong his episode of ecstasy which may have confounded his desire to climax. There was also the feeling that Sherry was rushing him. As he egged himself to inject exaggerated arousal by moaning and writhing. He stood by her and kissed her cheek and her lips and pawed her breasts. 

"Take off your clothes, darling. Let me see you again. You are my queen. You have always been. Let me see those tits. Let me see your awesome ass; your beautiful pussy." 

Sherry was already getting out of her clothes but Ryan detected a hint of being bored. She smiled, though which was reassuring. Very quickly she was nude and Ryan's hands were all over. As she worked on his organ he felt every inch of her as he told himself there cannot be a better looking creature to make love to. As if limited by time he felt her quickly with all his senses focused on his roaming finger tips. He felt her hairy mound again and again and asked: "Can I get in here, just once more? Please. Oh, what a cunt!" 

"Sorry, darling. I don't think I can take you again." She disappointed him. 

Ryan bent down and kissed her furry vagina and smelt perfume mixed with her natural scent. He put the thought of her preparing for her next customer away and concentrated on his lips and tongue making love to her sex. Deep inside his soul the beginnings of another climax began and moved steadily towards his pelvis. Sherry saw that coming through her experienced senses and she milked him faster as she encouraged him with sexy words. In her expertise she always had her hands fondle balls when she gave a hand job. Ryan was climbing higher into bliss as he kept licking her and she went at him with unreal speed. 

Ryan reached his peek and came with grunts and sighs with each squirt. Sherry continued to stroke him in rhythm until his last drop. 

He fell back on the bed and Sherry cleaned him once again. 

It was after a few minutes that she spoke. 

"Lover boy. You have to go now, OK? I have work to do and it has been simply lovely and you are most welcome again." 

Ryan looked at her in the eye. "You have someone coming? You can tell me. I don't mind." 

"Baby, in our business we don't share information between guests. I have already told you a lot because we are childhood friends. Here's where we must draw the line." 

"OK, Sweetie. Thanks for everything. It was simply great." He hugged and kissed her on the lips and she actually responded with tongue and all. "Will you give me the same welcome when I come again?" 

"Of course I will." She said with her arms around his shoulders and looking into his eyes. "You know the rates now!" 

Ryan's heart skipped a beat and then sank with disappointment. She was a pro after all. 

Unknown to Ryan, Sherry Gabalonde had filmed their episodes both on the terrace in the hot tub and in her bed room with hidden cameras. She sold the entire film of 65 minutes after editing, to her agent for $27,500. Ryan never had a chance to visit Sherry again. He is, however happily married to a Gail, hairdresser, has 5 kids and is a successful entrepreneur!



Antigua



While on vacation in Antigua my wife and I went on one of those snorkeling/sailing tourist day strips that have become almost mandatory when in the Caribbean. 

Being that our session was moved to later in the day, my wife and had our customary drinks at lunch time and were feeling rather buzzed. We were pleasantly surprised to find out that due to cancellations my wife and I were the only ones along for the trip with the snorkeling instructor. Making it feel as if this was a special event just for us. And indeed it turned out to.

The instructor was a lean and very muscular island native. Whose ebony skin was a direct contrast to his bright yellow Speedo bathing suit. The bulge of his enormous crotch was outlined against the fabric of his shear bathing trunks. I knew my wife had spotted the size of his monster. And despite her efforts to maintain eye contact, I caught her glancing at his cock area more than a few times.

Maybe it was the drinks we had earlier, as well as the naughty sex talk during lunch. But I could tell that my wife was intrigued by if nothing else by what was eye level to her as he stood by her when steering the small sail boat. Or was it lust that was building.

The instructor seemed to appreciate the glances he kept getting from my sweet wife. Who looked delicious in her thong bathing suit. It not only showed her round ass but a perfect camel toe impression of her pussy lips. The tops of her tits popped up from her bathing suit making her cleavage even more pronounce; one of my favorite things about her.

As our lessons progressed there seemed to be more and more "hands" on training going on whenever my wife was concerned. When he offered to let her steer he made a point of standing behind her, with his cock right up against her ass. Instead of my getting mad, or again maybe because of the earlier drinks, I started to get excited. I couldn't help but stare as he rubbed his cock against her crack. The thickness was incredible; I could tell my wife was enjoying herself too. 

I then decided I'd try the snorkeling to see if it would clear my head or my lust. Needless to say that was a mistake on my part and a blessing for them.

While snorkeling by myself I couldn't help but keep thinking about what Mr. Instructor had been doing to my wife's ass. Again I was torn between being angry and being excited. But that struggle was soon settled.

After being in the water with my thoughts for awhile, I surfaced. Only to find my wife sucking the fattest cock I had ever seen. It was as thick as a beer can and barely fit in her mouth. She was sucking feverishly and making loud sucking sounds with every gulp.

Instead of making my presence known to them, I stayed in the water holding onto the side of the boat. I was in awe of how big his cock was. And how sexy my wife looked with her lips red and swollen form sucking so hard. She would at times, lick the sides of his shaft up and down, kiss gently his cock head and then savagely plunge as much of his thickness as she could into her mouth. This went for what seemed an eternity. 

He would let out a loud groan each time she swallowed his cock deep into her mouth. Mr. Speedo leaned forward and positioned my wife so that as she sucked his cock he could play with her pussy and ass. As he parted her pussy lips and pushed two of his fingers in, she moaned and quickened her sucking. 

I watched as he would alternate from playing with her clit to rubbing her ass. Anticipating that he was going to shove his finger into her asshole she pushed against his hand and continued to suck wildly. With that he inserted his thumb into her puckered asshole with one hand and continued to finger fuck her with the other.

She started to buck so hard that a few times his cock would literally pop out of her mouth. Causing her to grab it with both her hands and shove it back into her mouth. It was unbelievable. My cock ached. 

She lowered her head and proceeded to lick not only his shaft and balls but I couldn't believe it when I saw her pink tongue dart into his ass. This proved to be too much for him as well and he pumped his cock upward even deeper into her tight mouth, let out a groan and came. His cum poured from the sides of her mouth and drizzled onto her tits. She continued to work his shaft with her hands. Pumping his monster cock up and down, up and down. 

My wife then let out a moan of her own and came as he stuffed her pussy and ass with his fingers. Her eyes were rolled back in ecstasy as she panted. Obviously having enjoyed the stuffing her mouth, pussy and ass had gotten. His cum was on her lips, chin and her beautiful tits glistened with it as well.

I splashed around in the water to make it known that I was coming out. Making a production out of it so as to give them ample time to compose themselves. It was almost comical, on their part and mine.

That evening... 



Antigua



We met at the airport; he had come to pick me up, not wanting to lose a minute of our time together. It was a warm afternoon in April, and as soon as I came out of the plane I felt the heat welcoming me home. While I waited to get through customs my heart started beating faster, I was wandering how he would look, I hadn't seen him for a year, and all I could think about was of his soft long brown hair dancing over my face the last time we were together. He was 22, four months older than me, tall and slim, with tanned skin and beautiful brown eyes that could read everything I wanted as if I were an opened book. That was one of the things I loved of him, how well we got along in bed, how we would go from having hard against the wall sex to kissing softly while his hands caressed my body. 

As soon as I came out the airport I saw him, looking back at me with a huge smile in his face, he was just as I remembered. I lost my breath for a moment and forgot to keep walking, as every one else came out. Some one asked me if I needed a cab, and brought me back to reality. He was already next to, telling the man that we didn't. 

He hugged me and kissed me in the cheek, how good did it feel to be next to him again. I just said hi in return, too overwhelmed to say anything else. He took my bag and we went to the car. We didn't talk for the first half an hour or so, I just started to relax as we drove through the city. I was nervous, I didn't know how to act, we weren't a couple as I lived in CR and he lived in Guatemala, and I knew he had ended up with his girlfriend recently. But we have always been in love, and it didn't seem to matter that we lived so far away from each other, or that we dated other people. 

I felt his hand on my leg, as I was thinking about all this; we were just leaving Ciudad de Guatemala behind us and started heading to Antigua. I had left the country without telling anyone, and that made this all more romantic. It was going to be just the two of us in a hotel for a couple of days, and even though we hadn't spoken about it we both knew what it meant. 

I let his hand wander up and down my leg and I moved my hand to his hair, turned my back to the door, sitting my self in a position were he could easily reach under my skirt if he wanted to. He didn't, but at least the way he touched me made explicit that he couldn't wait to get to the hotel either. I stared at him wanting to tell him to pull to a side of the road and do me then and there, but I couldn't. It was Holly Week, and even tough it was just Monday, too many cars would pass by us to do that. So the only thing I could do was to relax and enjoy his hand teasing me. 

I felt my nipples getting harder, and I started to imagine him eating me out while I pinched them. He must have seen the look in my face because suddenly I felt his hand parting my legs, and touching me in the right place. A moan escaped from my lips, and I started moving my hips in circles, encouraging him to push a finger inside me. I was already wet and he started rubbing my aching clit. Too bad this didn't last long, I was so near cumming when we came to the entrance of the town, and he needed his two hands to drive, and there were too many tourists walking around… 

We checked in a nice hotel near the park, with my name, and went straight to our room. Some one may think he threw me on the bed and started fucking me, without even closing the door, but no that was not what happened. We went in and unpacked, and when I was done I opened the window that gave to an inside garden. He walked behind me and hugged me, I turned around still in his arms and kissed him in the mouth for the first time in the very long hours that had passed since we met at the airport. It was such a nice kiss! I can't remember how long it lasted, but I remember how much I wanted it. It said how much I had missed him in the last year, how much I would like it to be me the one to be there for him every day. 

Eventually it finished, and our next kiss was much fiercer as our tongues fought between our mouths. I pushed him towards one of the beds (there were two), and he stopped me. – You haven't asked me to fuck you– he said, joking about how on our first time, when we were 17 I had asked him to do so. – I don't need to ask anymore! – I replied, and let my self fall on the bed; I reached out for his hand and pulled him on top of me. 

We kissed as we battled to take our clothes off, when we were done I had to pull away to admire him: his big cock between our naked bodies, asking to be touched. I sat on the bed while he remained on his back, resting, I parted my legs so he could my pussy closer, as I know he likes to. I took his cock in my hands and started kissing it slowly, tormenting him as he had done to me in the car, never taking the more than the head into my mouth. It was so big, I remember once when I was younger asking myself how would I take all that in my mouth, as it continued to grow since the first time I saw it when we were fourteen. But he didn't have to wait as I did in the car, so he grabbed my hair and pushed the full length down my throat, and I relaxed it as I had learned to do with time. How had I missed the feeling, the taste, the way he forced me to take him in my mouth and the way I gave into what ever he wanted to do to me. Over and over he pushed in and out, and I swirled my tongue around his head while I pinched my nipples with my hands.

He was about to cumm, I could tell, we had both waited too long for this happen, so I moved to a more comfortable position, were I could look into his eyes, and started caressing his balls. He pushed deeper into my throat, and I felt him cumm. It tasted so good; I just had to talk until the last drop of it. He loves watching me swallow it, and then licking him again to make sure nothing is left, so I did.

And then he relaxed back on the bed again, gaining strength for what was about to come. I parted my legs and started masturbating for him, just rubbing my clit and parting my pussy lips, so he could see how wet I was. I took some of the liquid with a finger, and took it to my mouth, tasting the mixed flavors of my juices with his. Then I moved my hand down again, rubbing my clit faster with the other had, I need to cumm soon, so I pushed two fingers inside me. I started moaning again and he stopped me, grabbed my hands and pushed me on my back. I tried to release my self, but not really wanting to. With one thrust he pushed his whole length inside my tight cunt. He started fucking me fast, holding my hands over my head, his firm strong body pushing inside mine. I moved my hips to meet him with each thrust, my throbbing clit screaming for my fingers. – Harder – I asked him, and I felt him release my hands push hard in response. I felt my muscles tighten, and the wave of my first orgasm of the night went trough my body, up my spine and down to my toes, every little nerve pulsating with relief, and then I felt him cumm inside me, my cunt milking his cock. We were spent, so he laid there on top of me, kissing my forehead, then my cheeks and my neck; until his cock slid out of me. 

We slept for an hour or so, then we went out for dinner, and a nice long walk through the town.