3 comments/ 14041 views/ 5 favorites Au Naturel Ch. 02 By: SensualSam Simon lay in Kate's arms in a wonderful state of drowsy contentment, the pleasure endorphins flooding his system and slowing the passage of time to a drugged haze. Eventually he recovered sufficiently to prop himself up on one elbow and grin foolishly at her. "That was amazing!" "Why, thank you, sir! Considering I don't have much idea what I'm doing, that seemed to work OK.", she smiled, poking her tongue out at him. "And there was me thinking you were the experienced one," he said, genuinely surprised. "What, the older woman syndrome?" she laughed. "Just the odd fumble, I'm afraid, all very unsatisfactory. I haven't really done much at all." "Why, if you don't mind me asking?" She hesitated slightly. "I'm not sure. The wrong boys, the wrong time, I don't know. I'm not as confident as you might think, and I'm a bit old-fashioned -- I actually need to like someone before I can expose myself to them." "Like on the beach?" he enquired with a grin, ducking as a pillow flew inches past his head. "You know what I meant! Exposing your body is easy," she insisted in the face of his obvious scepticism, "But opening up properly to somebody is much scarier." "True," he admitted. "I'm not exactly self-assured myself; my experience is pretty much non-existent. Hey, maybe we can teach each other!" "That sounds like fun." She leaned back with her hands above her head and stretched out provocatively. "Where do you suggest we start?" He gave a half-amused, half-serious growl and reached up to pinion her wrists with one hand. "First of all, you're going to open up to me, and you're going to tell me how you turn yourself on when you're alone." Now it was her turn to relinquish control, and she realised with a thrill that Simon was not going to let her be in charge all the time. Just the thought made her pulse run a little quicker, her mouth go slightly dry, and she noticed with slight embarrassment that she was getting moist. "Do you masturbate a lot?" Now she was definitely going red, but tried to answer honestly, if slightly defensively. "Um, a fair bit, I suppose. Don't you?" "Oh yes, all the time," he admitted freely. "Mostly while fantasising about you these days. But we're talking about you. How do you start?" God, this was tough. She'd never discussed this sort of thing with anybody, let alone whilst stark naked with them. "Er, it's usually when I go to bed, so I'm undressed anyway. If I feel like it, I'll just stretch out and stroke myself for a bit first." "Like this?" His free hand touched her side and he gently trailed his fingertips across the warm skin. She shivered slightly, but not from the cold. "Mmmm. A bit firmer." He swept his whole hand across the flatness of her stretched out belly, and was rewarded with a louder moan. "What do you do next?" Kate barely trusted herself to speak, but managed to say in a barely audible voice, "Stroke everywhere except my breasts and between my legs." He obliged, caressing her face, shoulders, arms, sides, stomach, legs and even her feet. She sighed contentedly, and her body began to respond to his touch. He watched carefully, noticing which touches made her arch her back, her breasts pushing up invitingly. With iron self-control he ignored them and kept stroking the sensitised skin elsewhere. "Now, please," she pleaded eventually. "Now what?" he enquired innocently as she squirmed. "Pig! Stroke my tits!" "Don't move!", he instructed as he released her wrists to free his other hand, and slid both of them up her rib cage to fill them with her breasts. The nipples hardened noticeably in the palms of his hands. Feeling emboldened, he tweaked both peaks between his fingers and thumbs. "Ow!" "Oops, sorry! Too hard?" "A bit. They seem to be very sensitive at the moment for some reason." She smiled forgivingly at him. "I didn't tell you to stop, though." He hesitated for a second, then bent over and took one nipple gently into his mouth, letting the warmth of his lips and tongue surround it. "Oh! That's nice ... but the other one's feeling left out now ... ahhh, yes, go on. I can't do that to myself!" She drew up her knees and thrust herself up at him as he greedily suckled on the breasts he adored. His hands explored more urgently now, moving lower on her belly, just brushing the curly hair below. Her legs began to fall apart, seemingly of their own volition, and he had to force himself to slow down and not to make a grab before she was ready. Kate had long imagined this, but it was so much better when it was someone else's hands. Especially Simon's. She willed him to touch her pussy, but he kept stroking her stomach, her legs and her inner thighs until she could bear it no longer. "Please, now, please ..." This time he didn't tease, but moved one hand firmly down across the mound of soft hairs, and curled two fingers into the warmth and wetness of her. She cried out inarticulately at the touch, her muscles clenching involuntarily. He found her clitoris and began to rub it with the tip of one finger. The intensity of feeling was too much for her, close to the pain threshold, and the wave of pleasure which had been growing inside her receded, leaving her almost weeping with frustration. Deciding that direct action was the only answer, she reached down and grabbed his hand, moving it away from that over-sensitive spot. He froze, looking anxiously into her eyes, but she covered his hand with her own and guided it gently, showing him exactly where to go and how much pressure to apply. Slightly affronted at first, Simon quickly realised that this was the best way for him to learn, and allowed himself to be led. Kate repaid him by beginning to sigh and buck again as his fingers stroked around and just below her clit, avoiding the tip. He was a quick learner, and she took her hand away, encouraging him with a stream of whispered provocation: "Yes, that's it! Mmmm, right there ... don't speed up, just keep doing that ... don't stop! ... oh, yes!" His cock straining with the excitement of succeeding in pleasuring this lovely girl, Simon drove her on and over the edge, the wave building and building, higher than she would have thought possible, before it broke with her shuddering cry and sob as the climax overtook her. She lay senseless for a few moments -- or was it minutes? -- before she recovered sufficiently to look across to him. He was watching her, a big grin on his flushed and sweaty face. "God, you look smug!" she sighed. "Oh, do I? Sorry!" he replied, not much abashed. "Yes! It's OK, you've earned the right to be a bit smug -- that was fantastic! Sorry I had to stop you in the middle there." He forgave her on the spot. "That's OK, I needed some help, and I do want to know what works for you." "So do I, so let's promise always to be honest, even if it's awkward at the time. We have a lot more exploring to do." "Must we? I was thinking of watching the footie tonight." This time the pillow didn't miss, beating him around the head several times before he managed to grab it, and then Kate, in a mock wrestling match which quickly took on a more erotic flavour. Kate came up for air for a second: "Next lesson - you need to hold me tight and stroke me when I'm done." "Oh yes, I'd read that you had to do that with girls." "I am not 'girls'!", Kate said quickly, rather more sharply than she'd intended. This time he was genuinely contrite. "Sorry, I shouldn't generalise. Insensitive macho male puts his foot in it again." "Macho? You?!" Her giggles meant that he was no longer in the dog house, but now he felt a slight dent to his own male pride. One day he would show her that he could be macho, too, and make her pay for her cheekiness. The pleasant visions which this thought engendered transmitted themselves downwards and he began to grow hard again, a fact which didn't escape Kate's appreciative eyes. "God, you're insatiable! What have I let myself in for?" "Come here and you'll find out", he dared her in his best deep, macho voice before another burst of laughter overtook both of them, followed by more sighs and moans as they continued their explorations. ---------------------------------------------- After that first evening, a few days passed before they met again -- there were 'phone calls and text messages, but not the uninhibited chat they normally had. Both Simon and Kate were a little unsure about how the relationship would develop, and what the other's hopes and expectations were. They arranged to meet in the park rather than their favourite pub or 'their' beach, for a 'proper talk', now that the summer holidays were drawing to a close, and college beckoned. Simon was early, and had been sat on the bench for ten minutes when Kate sidled up behind him and spoke in a very bad Russian accent: "The weather is quite inclement for the time of year." He turned quickly. "And the wind blows coldly", he answered, staring pointedly at her chest, where the inadequate protection of her thin T-shirt failed to hide the growing evidence that it was, indeed, rather chilly. "You're impossible!", she laughed. "You could at least look me in the eye." He stood and kissed her, and it was several minutes before they sat down again, breathing rather heavily. Both were relieved to find that their evening of exploration had not discouraged the other, and seemed indeed to have had the opposite effect. They were keen to carry on seeing each other, and to keep their relationship going long-distance, if necessary, when they went off to their respective colleges in the autumn. "Are we OK with the sex?", asked Simon. "What, here?" she flashed back. "Funny girl! You don't regret it?" "No, not at all," she replied seriously, "But I don't think I'm quite ready to lose my virginity, so no penetration ..." "What about ..." "No, you can't shove it up my arse, either!" "I wasn't suggesting that!" he protested, before catching the twinkle in her eye and smiling sheepishly. "Still," he said, brightening, there are lots of other things we can do." "Yes, so I've heard. Why don't you take me home and show me what you've learnt from those porno mags you read?" There was a loud cough, and they whirled round to see a middle-aged matron walking her small dog on a lead across the grass right behind the bench. As she passed Kate eye, the woman's lips were tightly pressed together, and the younger girl coloured slightly, then the woman caught her eye and, so quickly that Kate almost missed it, winked and walked on. "Come on!" said Kate, dragging Simon off the bench and laughing wildly, "Let's go before we embarrass ourselves any more here! Back at her place, they undressed each other more slowly this time. Kate allowed herself the luxury of enjoying the sight of Simon's slim body revealed to her in stages, lightly muscled but nice and firm, and well tanned all over from their days on the beach. His penis strained for escape from his pants, and she gave it an encouraging squeeze through the cotton before releasing it where it bobbed invitingly, already climbing past the horizontal as she gazed at it. She let him remove her remaining clothes, then, to his surprise, sank to her knees in front of him, eye to eye with his eager member. Simon held his breath. Would she? It was a long-time fantasy, but he'd never really believed that a girl would voluntarily do that unless she was being paid for it. She hesitated, then leant forward and planted a tiny kiss, half way up his shaft. It twitched and swelled even more, invisible ties winching it higher, almost to the vertical against his stomach. His legs felt as though they were turning to jelly as she poked out the tip of her tongue and ran it wetly all the way up to the head, eliciting a groan of pleasure. Of course, she would never admit that she and her friends had been known to watch porn themselves, or that most of what she knew about blow-jobs came from them or from unreliable accounts from her allegedly ore experienced friends. Looking in close-up at this rather daunting (were they all that big?) specimen, she was quite sure that she'd never get that all in her mouth, let alone down her throat. What if she choked? She carried on licking, kissing and nibbling, playing for time -- besides, judging by his reactions, he was enjoying this. His hands came round to the back of her head, urging her forward , but she removed them and placed them firmly back at his sides. She wanted to be in control for now. Finally she plucked up the courage to take the shiny, swollen head between her lips and into the warmth and wetness of her mouth, and she started to suck enthusiastically, if inexpertly. The response was immediate and unexpected -- Simon shook convulsively, and his warm cock pulsed violently in her mouth. Startled, she opened her mouth and drew back just as he came, jets of white fluid spattering her chin and throat. Simon was mortified. "I'm so sorry", he muttered, avoiding her eye and trying to clean himself up with a tissue. "It's OK," she said, meaning it, and putting an arm round him. "It's quite flattering really - didn't realise what an effect I'd have on you. Besides, next time will be much better." As it sank in that there would be a next time, Simon felt a rush of relief, and determined to learn some self-control. They lay on the bed and chatted and kissed for a while, until she noticed that his erection was already returning. She pushed him onto his back: "Just relax, and tell me to stop if you don't want to come." She coaxed his penis back to its full glory with her fingers, stroking and squeezing before applying her tongue and lips. When she was more confident that he was in control, she slipped the head into her mouth again, but this time kept quite still, just letting him enjoy the sensation before slowly releasing him and using her fingers instead. She learned to draw back when he automatically began to thrust at her, and he started to recognise his own responses and call 'stop' when that surge of feeling began. She kept this going for a while, letting him subside slightly before exciting him to fever pitch again. The effort of restraint was telling on him. The veins stood out on his brow, and he knew that he couldn't last such longer. Kate withdrew for a moment. "Would you like to come in my mouth?" Not trusting himself to speak, he nodded, and watched as her lips, barely parted, slid slowly, slowly, over the tip of his glans and engulfed the head before withdrawing just as slowly. Simon let forth a shuddering sigh, giving himself up to the indescribable feeling as Kate's head dipped and she took him inside once more. He observed, spellbound, her lips as they slid over his cock, the bulge which formed in her cheeks and then the shiny wetness from her saliva on him as she withdrew. She kept the pace slow, but gradually began to take him deeper, carefully testing her own limits. He began to throb inside her again, but this time she didn't stop, but looked up at him and held his gaze as she slid down as far as she could go. He watched most of his prick disappear into her glorious mouth and groaned loudly as he came, some ecstatic but still sentient part of his brain reflecting that this was quite possibly the best feeling in the whole world. She was better prepared this time, fighting down a gag reflex and keeping him in her mouth as long as she could. "Spit or swallow?", the old playground question came unbidden to her mind, as she decided that the former would be messy and undignified, and she gulped, relieved to find that whilst it wasn't exactly nectar, the taste was bearable. When she eventually released him from her mouth, Simon was almost comatose. He looked as though she'd hit him with something very large and very heavy, and was barely conscious enough to give her a quick cuddle and a kiss of pure gratitude. She looked down at him and smiled indulgently, relishing the feeling of power over the 'stronger' sex. "Not bad for a beginner", she thought to herself, and reflected on where the way to a man's heart actually lay. She could get to like this - a lot ... Au Naturel Ch. 03 Thank you so much for the kind words of encouragement. Suitably inspired, I wrote this third chapter just for you ... ********************************* The summer passed by in dream-like fashion for the young lovers. Simon had a part-time job working as a barman, and Kate was earning extra money behind the till of a local supermarket to see her through the coming university term, but their free time was theirs alone. They spent every spare moment in each others' company – sweating in the crowds at rock gigs or enjoying more cultural evenings at the theatre. Simon even found himself dragged along to modern dance, and much to his own surprise, enjoyed it a lot, even if Kate insisted that his pleasure undoubtedly had a lot to do with the scantily-dressed, super-fit girls in their tight leotards. Much as Simon enjoyed having his cultural horizons widened, most of all he treasured his time alone with Kate; the stolen moments, the long kisses and the joy of exploring each other's bodies. He thought that he would never tire of looking at her naked form, all these months after he had first gazed upon it on the beach. All too soon, though, the lovers were parted, off to their separate colleges; Simon caught up in a brand new world, making new friends and trying to find time to do some work on his IT degree inbetween the social whirl, and Kate beginning her second year, back with her other friends. Both of them found it hard to think of anything other than the Christmas vacation, though, when they could spend some time together again. Texts and 'phone calls just weren't enough, and even the online chats late at night left both of them with a yearning for physical contact. "God, I miss you." typed Simon. "Me, too," flashed up the reply on his screen. "Do you want to know what I'm thinking about right now?" "No, not really. Oh, go on, then!" replied Simon, grinning inanely at the keyboard. "Pig! I shan't tell you that I was remembering the first time you kissed me, then." "Ah, yes, that day at the beach. It seems like a lifetime ago now." "That was a very special day, but that wasn't the one I was re-living." Kate teased. "???" "I meant the day you said that you wanted to taste me properly ..." "Ah, I'm with you now. I had no idea what to do." "I would never have guessed. I loved the way you planted those little kisses all down my belly." "Was that before or after I sucked your nipples?" "Both. I have this terrible submissive side to me, that just wanted to lie there and let this big, dominant man attend to my pleasure." Simon laughed out loud at that, even as he mused on what it would be like to dominate his feisty Kate. He resumed typing: "Well, we didn't have one of those at hand, so you had to make do with me." "Oh, you can play the part pretty well. I could have killed you when you stopped short of my pussy every time, it was so frustrating." "Exquisite torture, just like you did to me before. I do remember you lifting your bum off the bed, practically thrusting yourself in my face." "God, I'm such a slut," Kate giggled. "It was worth it when you finally got there – bliss ..." "Mmmmm. You tasted so good." "I couldn't believe how quickly I came, and more than once! Are you sure you hadn't done that to loads of other women before?" "Scout's honour, Miss! You are my one and only." "I believe you. Damn, I'm all hot again now." "Oops, sorry!" he answered, not in the least bit contrite. "Perhaps I should let you go and get some relief?" "You wait 'till I see you again!" "I can't think of anything else." When they finally broke the connection, it was well into the early hours. Simon clambered into his cold bed, imagining Kate in his arms as he stroked what these days seemed to be a permanent erection. A hundred miles away, Kate replayed her favourite fantasy and bucked wildly beneath her own fingers as she pictured his cock sliding slowly into her ... ************************************** It seemed to take forever, but finally the term was over and it was time to return home for Christmas. Inconsiderately, their respective families wanted to spend some quality time with them, and it was several days before they had the chance even to talk on the 'phone. Both were uncharacteristically tongue-tied after their enforced separation, and after all the usual small talk about their friends and experiences at college, the conversation faltered slightly. Simon broke the silence first: "Kate, can I see you again – soon?" "If you're sure you want to. You haven't fallen for some IT wizard with a brain the size of a planet and boobs to match, then?" Simon guffawed. "No, you're safe from my classmates, they're nearly all geeky – and male! How about you? Not been tempted by the older macho men?" "Well, I did have the rugby squad in the shower last week, but apart from them and two of the professors, there's been no-one." "Tart! I guess we're stuck with each other, then." "Mmmm. Um, my parents are going to my Dad's works Christmas do on Friday, so you could come over then. If you like." "I like." There was a small pause at the other end. "Oh, and they're staying in a hotel overnight." "Ah, OK, Friday it is, then." As he put the 'phone down, Simon wasn't sure whether he was reading too much into her casual comment. His heart was certainly beating very fast, but of course she may have just meant that he didn't have to worry about what time he'd have to leave before they got home. Oh well, it didn't matter, he told himself, the important thing was just seeing her again. And kissing her. And ... The remainder of the week went by more slowly than Simon would have believed possible. He hadn't realised just empty his life had been without her, how much he needed her, but he'd never told her that – what if she didn't feel the same? By the time he finally stood before her door, his mouth was dry, and in spite of the hour he'd spent showering and getting himself ready, the palm which clutched her Christmas present felt uncomfortably sweaty. His anxiety melted away, though, when the door was flung open and she stood there in a simple white dress with a big smile on her face. He'd almost forgotten how gorgeous she looked. After a second's hesitation, he pulled her close and she came to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Their lips found each other in a deep kiss which ended only when both had to come up for air. "Come in before somebody complains about indecent acts in a public place." "I thought you liked being an exhibitionist!" "Not in this weather – you'd freeze your bits off!" As they chatted over coffee at the kitchen table, it felt like they were getting to know each other all over again, and the conversation slipped into their usual easy banter and teasing. "Are you going to give it to me, then?" she asked eventually with a twinkle. "I beg your pardon?" "That interesting little gift-wrapped parcel you still have in your hand." "Oh, I forgot all about it! Must be the effect you have on me. Happy Christmas, Kate!" She thanked him with a kiss on the cheek and tore the brightly-coloured paper, then opened the box inside. She held a fine gold chain in her hands, with a sparkling stone pendant dangling from it, catching the light and reflecting it in her eyes. "Oh, it's beautiful, thank you! That's a real diamond, isn't it?" He flushed with pleasure. "Well, yes – just a small one." She turned to him, the playfulness gone from her face now. "Simon, I've been thinking." His heart sank like a stone. He'd blown it, getting too serious and now he was going to lose her. "A long time ago, I promised myself that I would 'save myself', as my Mum used to put it, for a man I loved. I know that virginity isn't fashionable, and that we've pretty much done everything else anyway, so it's hypocritical of me, but it still means something to me." "It's OK," Simon tried to reassure her, "I don't expect ..." She put her finger to his lips, shushing him. "Let me finish. I haven't bought you anything yet for Christmas, but I do have a present for you." He looked at her, confused. She picked up her new pendant. Then she took him by the hand, led him into her bedroom and turned to face him, now with a slightly nervous smile on her face. "Aren't you going to unwrap your present, then?" He caught her meaning and all of its implications with a lurch of his heart. The wave of relief which washed over him was palpable, and in that moment he learnt a great deal about what this girl meant to him. He leant in and kissed her, very softly, on the forehead. "Are you sure?" She looked up at him, almost shyly now, and said simply, "I'm sure." "You do know that I love you, right?" "Bet you say that to all the girls." "Yeah, but this time I mean it!" he grinned, and then spoke seriously. "Don't move!" She stood obediently in front of him, her head slightly bowed, as he took a good look at her. "I love the way my present has buttons all the way down the front. I wonder how many layers of packaging there are." She coloured slightly, but didn't speak. He stepped forward, and ever so gently undid the top button of the dress, before moving unhurriedly down to the next one, and the next. She shivered slightly at the touch, but remained motionless as the dress gave up its secrets, revealing that she was, as he had guessed, completely defenceless beneath it. He undid the last button, then pushed the dress slowly off her shoulders. It slid down with a whisper and pooled around her bare feet as she stood, perfectly naked, in front of him. "Kate, look at me," he whispered. "You're beautiful." She flushed, but her eyes were brimming with emotion as she raised her head to meet his gaze. She picked up the pendant again. "Can you put this on me, please?" His hands shook slightly as he took it from her, fumbling with the catch as she turned to face away from him, giving him a glorious view of the curve of her back and bottom. She lifted her long, dark blonde hair up to give him access to her neck, and he failed utterly to resist the urge to kiss the delicate skin there before snapping the chain in place. "Now you belong to me." he joked. She smiled and simply replied, "Yes." She walked over and lay on the bed. "Now, are you just going to stand there fully dressed?" She giggled as he tried to tear his clothes off, his hands suddenly clumsy and his legs tangled in trouser legs and pants as he hopped around comically. Eventually he, too, was naked. He lay down next to her, both of them slightly shy. "I suppose this is where I'm supposed to tell you to be gentle with me." joked Kate, but the catch in her voice betrayed her nervousness. He silenced her with a kiss, then was struck with a thought of his own: "Um, I didn't bring, I mean I haven't got any ..." "It's OK. I've been on the pill for a while. Women's problems, you don't want to know." "Yes, I do. I want to know everything about you." "Maybe later, then," she laughed, before speaking more softly. "There's no rush, though - we've got all night. Now shut up and kiss me, please." The ensuing silence was punctuated by whispers and sighs as he found her mouth, kissing, nibbling and exploring with the tip of his tongue, intertwining it with her own and feeling her open to him as the kiss became more passionate. Her arm, surprisingly strong, around his neck, holding him close. His fingers, running through her hair, across the softness of her cheek, her vulnerable neck, the smoothness of her flank. Her breasts, flattened against his chest, warming his heart in every way. His cock, pushing blindly but insistently against her as she raised one leg and dragged its warmth across his own, provocatively brushing his erection as she did so. It was moving too quickly, and he pulled away, afraid of spoiling the moment. "Are you nervous?" she asked. "Yes, it's my first time, too, remember?" "OK, then let's be all sensible about this. What's your biggest fear?" "Coming too soon," he volunteered immediately. "And you?" "Pain. Disappointment. Messing up the sheets. Letting you down. Is that enough to be going on with?" He laughed and held her tight. "It's OK, I know it probably won't be great the first time. It doesn't matter. And we can put some old sheets or towels on the bed." She smiled ruefully. "I'm sorry, I know it's not very romantic. How about, just for now, we do something else?" He was in no mood to argue as her cool, slender fingers reached down and found his aching erection. "Ahhhh, that's good," he sighed. "Careful, though, it won't take much to make me come." "That's the idea," she murmured, sliding her fingertips up and down. She knew his responses so well now, she could keep him quivering on the edge of orgasm for long periods, but this wasn't the time to tease. Licking the palm of her other hand, she slid it rapidly over the head of his over-excited, over-sensitised glans, round and round and over the opening, and in what seemed like a matter of seconds he was coming, jerking uncontrollably as his come burst forth and left her with a warm, sticky mess in her hands. "That's better," she said sweetly, kissing him as he collapsed back onto the bed, the tension drained from him. "Now, when you've recovered, you can get me ready." Even after a short rest, he had serious concerns about how long it would take him to get it up again, so was more than happy to take his time and enjoy himself exploring her body again. He propped himself on one elbow to enjoy the view, musing happily that the solitary diamond and gold chain actually made her look more naked than nothing at all. Her skin was just begging to be stroked and to have tiny kisses planted on it, and he teased her this way for an age, until she leapt at the ticklish feather-light touches and begged him to use his whole hand. He relented, interspersing heavier stroking with stronger kisses, from her forehead down to her toes, even sucking on them. Her whole body felt wonderfully alive and responsive, one huge erogenous zone, and she moaned out loud as his hands and mouth began to approach her pussy from different directions. Her knees seemed to draw themselves up of their own accord, but it was his firm grip which parted them, leaving her completely exposed to him. One hand was stroking the sensitive skin of the inside of one thigh, tantalisingly close to where she needed his touch, and a wet tongue tormented the other one, sliding right up to that hyper-sensitive place where leg met torso. When she really thought she could bear no more, he flattened his hand, moved it to cover her whole pubic area and gently squeezed. She exhaled in bliss, thrusting her pussy into the warmth of his palm. His middle finger slipped easily between her outer lips, slick with her arousal, and she felt the tip of it curl and begin to enter her. This intrusion was a new feeling, but Kate knew that he was trying to prepare her and tried not to tense up. She felt so tight around the tip of his finger that Simon had no idea how she could accommodate his penis, which whilst not exactly gigantic, was certainly a lot bigger than his finger. He was determined not to cause her any unnecessary pain, though, and resolved to wait until she was ready, however long that took. In the meantime, she seemed to be enjoying the touch of his finger, which he alternated between exploratory forays inside her, and teasing her clit in the way he knew she loved, bringing little gasps from her. She seemed to be wetter now, and he tentatively pushed his finger in a little further, withdrawing quickly when she winced. "No, it's OK," she whispered, "Go on. I don't think I have much of a hymen left anyway." He worked patiently, following her signs of encouragement and stopping when she was uncomfortable. Soon, he had one finger buried in her welcoming warmth past the second knuckle, and he was surprised when she began to respond as he stroked the pad of his fingertip up and down the internal wall. There was one area, almost as far as he could reach, which felt a little spongy to him, and seemed to be particularly sensitive for her. Emboldened, he began to use another finger, guided again by her reactions. He slid them in and out an inch or two, then around her clit and back in. Oh, that felt good! She'd done a little exploring herself, and even tried to stretch herself to make things easier for tonight, but it hadn't felt like this. His two fingers delved deeper, and she felt a stab of pain, making her tense up momentarily. He'd stopped moving right away, but didn't withdraw, bless him. She willed herself to ignore the pain, which had in any case subsided to a dull throb now, and pushed her crotch at him so that his fingers slowly moved further into her. She was in control now, and the good feelings were definitely out-weighing the bad. He flexed his fingers inside her, and both of them were now pushing against that sensitive spot. Hmmm, that must be the fabled G-spot, then, and she could now vouch for its existence. With little movements of her hips, she made his fingers slide a little way in and out of her, and a wave of pleasure that was unlike her usual orgasms began to build. Simon sensed the eagerness in her, and followed her movements. She was still extremely tight, but there was enough lubrication for him not only to move his knuckles in and out, but also to curve his fingers, bringing pressure to bear on that spongy area. Instantly her body began to respond, as did his own – her excitement communicated itself to him, and his cock stood to attention once more. Ignoring it, he watched her face intently as his hand went to work, and was rewarded by seeing her begin to pant, her breasts, filmed with a fine sheen of moisture, rising and falling with each deep breath. The feeling seemed to start from somewhere deep inside her, and spread like an earthquake. She knew that she was out of control now as she thrust blindly against his hand, ignoring the pain which was in any case being overwhelmed by waves of pleasure. As the orgasm hit her, she grabbed his hand and moved it up over her clit, rubbing herself furiously against him, using him in her need. A scream of pure pleasure broke from her throat as she came, bucking violently with her body arching up to meet the movements of his hand. His hand ached, but he didn't care. He was still in awe of her sexuality and the power he had to make her come like that. Besides, he had more urgent things to think about as she pulled him down to her. "Now, please, take me now!" He lay down on top of her, kissing her mouth, but she was already grabbing for his erection and guiding it between her legs. He let her take control, trying to take some of his weight off her whilst she parted her legs wider and tilted her pelvis to get the angle right. He felt the warmth and wetness as the tip of his cock found the spot and began to enter her. He was so grateful that he'd already come, as he knew that this moment would have sent him over the edge otherwise. Bloody hell, he was close anyway! To his relief, the feeling subsided as Kate let go of his member and put her arms round his neck instead. She could feel him poised on the brink of taking her virginity, and hesitated for a moment. She knew that this was what she wanted, though, and this was the right time. She took a deep breath, and stretched her legs as wide as they would go, curling them around Simon's back. She felt incredibly vulnerable, but Simon made no move to force her, which gave her the confidence she needed. She used her heels to press on his backside, gradually increasing the pressure until she felt his penis start to move ever so slowly into her. Au Naturel Ch. 03 Hi there. Good to see you again. Yes, I brought some examples of some things Stacey and I wrote in emails. I printed out parts of them to share with you. You'll find out she really has quite a way with words. But let's order first. Then I'll read what I printed out. Oh, in case you're wondering, I emailed Stacey and asked permission to share some of what we had written back and forth. She agreed, asking me not to mention her real name. Do we still email back and forth? No, very rarely. A few months after she moved, she wrote that she was involved in a relationship. She asked if I would mind if we stopped sharing emails so she could focus entirely on her new lover. Of course, I didn't mind. I respect her enough to honor her request. I guess I should start by telling you how Stacey and I met. You already know how much, being a Language Arts teacher, I like to write. It might surprise you to know that I often write erotic short stories. Yes, I really do. Are they good? They're OK, I guess. At least I try. And there's this site on the web where I can actually publish my stories. That's where I first met Stacey. One day, while I was reading some stories on the site, I ran across one written by Stacey. As I often do when I read a story that I think is especially good, I sent her positive comments in an email. I simply told her how well-written it was and how much I enjoyed reading it. After several weeks, she responded thanking me for my comments. Usually, when I send and receive emails to and from authors, it's just an acknowledgement and a thank you. I rarely exchange more than just a few emails with people from the website. But, for some reason, Stacey and I began to write back and forth. At first it was several days a week, then nearly every day. She told me that she's a copy editor for an internet site and likes writing erotic stories. We started out just discussing writing in general but it soon turned to sex. Stacey knows the secret of conversation, or as we eventually came to call it, "verbal intercourse." We came up with a way of talking back and forth in our emails that was like carrying on a real time conversation. Instead of just reading an entire email and writing back in a separate email, we would interpose our responses in the body of each other's email using a different font color. It really feels like you are talking back and forth that way. And it seemed that communicating that way made our "intercourse" more personal. The secret? Oh, the secret. It's simply to ask questions and listen. You get the other person to talk about themselves first. After all, people do like to talk about themselves. Here's an example of Stacey asking a question: Stacey: "I wonder...did you relate to a specific person in my story? I'm always curious about how people react to what I've written. You say you went from feeling like a voyeur to being a participant? That's fascinating. Can you explain why? Was there a particular point in the story where you felt that most? Also, if you don't mind my asking (and if you do please feel free to not answer) what part of the story aroused you most? Was it mildly arousing in a general way or did you find certain parts affecting you more viscerally. I'd be very interested in knowing the specifics. As a writer, I need to know what's working and why." Anyway, like I said, we were soon exchanging emails nearly every day. We found that we had a lot of common interests and a similar world view. We also discovered that we shared many of the same preferences when it came to sex. One thing we agreed on was that the mind is one of our most powerful sex organs. We talked about the power of words, how words create mind-images, and how those images stimulate not only our minds and emotions, but our bodies as well. We both admitted to, at several times, being driven to self-satisfaction by the words we wrote to each other. It just kind of happened naturally. Here's an example: Stacey: "I read your words and my hands went between my thighs. I moved them up until they reached my center. Your words bought heat and moisture. I let my robe open wide as I gently played. OH ... that is so good. My robe fell off my shoulders. My breasts bared. My nipples were hard. My legs uncovered. I leaned back and let my finger delve into the center of me ... I'm COMING!" Of course, that aroused me! Knowoing that my words drove her to orgasm was quite a turn on. We also shared thoughts about sex in general, but they soon became very graphic. For example: Stacey: "I decided I was going to learn how to give the best blow jobs I possibly could." Me: "Well, that tells a lot about the kind of person you are. Learning to satisfy a man orally so that you became the "best" was a really selfless thing to do." Stacey: "It wasn't really selfless at all. I love to turn a man on. So I learned to use my tongue and my lips in a way men had rarely felt. I learned to use my hands in concert with my mouth, stroking his shaft, squeezing his testicles, fingering his anus, and drinking his cum." Me: "I've always thought that my anus must have even more nerve endings than my penis. I love stimulation of that area of me with a finger, a vibrator, or a tongue." Stacey: "Do you really? That's another thing we have in common. I love it too." Me: "You never mind swallowing a man's come?" Stacey: "Oh, no! I LOVE it when I stimulate the sensitive areas of a man with my tongue and take his entire penis deep into my throat. I have nice breasts and I would use them too, letting him slide his cock between them as I pushed them together, then take him back in my mouth. I didn't let him cum on my face though (there are limits!). I preferred to feel him cum deep in my throat and then swallow his cum. That's a REAL turn on for me." Me: "It sure would have been for me. I've never experienced it. It's always been, "spit it out as quickly as possible" either into a Kleenex or running to the bathroom." Stacey: "Oh no. Taking a man's cum, full in my mouth and throat, and swallowing it willingly, even longingly, is one of my GREATEST joys." Me: "I sure wish the women I've been sexual with had shared your enthusiasm. To me, it's a very intimate act on a woman's part. It would be a great joy for me to have a woman look me in the eye and allow me to watch her swallowing my semen. She would be taking a part of me into herself." Stacey: "For years I gave blow job after blow job, perfecting my skill, and being pleased orally, teaching men just how to take me to my orgasmic peak. I was particularly fond of soixante-neuf, or, as most people call it, 69. I found I came particularly hard when a man licked my clit while I sucked his cock and felt him cumming in my mouth. There was something about the feeling of him "fucking my face" and cumming in my mouth made me tremendously aroused, to the point where I would even squirt in his face." Me: "I'm warning you, Stacey, I'm trying to remain objective and impersonal here, but your graphic descriptions are making it difficult. I'm working hard ... yes ... I'm hard ... to keep my mind separate from my physical arousal." Stacey: "Oh, you poor boy. It's a fascination I have with a man, sucking him, longing to please him orally, to feel his mouth on my sex, ideally at the same time. These are the fantasies that inspire me and have inspired many of the stories I've written. I try to take a story slowly, letting it build, moment by moment, just how I like to please a man. This is a subject matter that is intensely personal, and incredibly arousing for me to write. It usually takes a long time because I get so aroused that I have to take frequent breaks. I type terribly slowly with only one hand. ;-)" Me: "You too? When I'm writing a sex scene that is personal to me, because it describes an encounter I experienced in my past or want to experience, I have to take breaks too. But I have to stop typing because I have to push my chair away from the computer and use both hands. It's a good thing I keep Kleenex nearby when I'm writing." Stacey: "For me it's a damp wash cloth." Me: "And it happens more often than not when I read your stories and emails. There's just something about the way you write that arouses me. Your last story particularly turned me on!" Stacey: "I'm so glad you found the episode entertaining and arousing. There is nothing that gives me more pleasure than to touch a reader's imagination, to stimulate it, to create a reality so authentic and so exciting that it leads to true physical arousal. If I can arouse my reader with my words, if my story can make him so turned on he simply has to touch himself, stroking his cock while he reads my writing, and if the climax of my story actually makes him climax, well, that's the ultimate compliment for a writer. And the ultimate turn on for me. Well, maybe not the ULTIMATE turn on. That would have to be me kneeling at his feet and sucking his cock WHILE he read my words. Now THAT would be HEAVEN!" Our emails, our "intercourse," became so graphic that we usually ended up masturbating to them. One time Stacey wrote this about becoming aroused: Stacey: "I let myself wonder how you reacted to my words and, well, I found myself getting more and more aroused. I edged forward on my chair, my skirt riding up a very long way. I unbuttoned another button on my blouse. I moved my hand toward my breast and was so excited I could barely control it as I fumbled with my breasts. In my mind you had pulled your hard cock out and were excitedly pumping it. It made me press my fingers against my clit. The moistness I felt there made my heart beat even faster. I started to press harder. I rocked my hips, and within seconds, my body reacted with a ROUSING orgasm." Another time she wrote: Stacey: "I am dressed in only my bra and panties. I read our words while sitting in front of my computer. My hands found their way between my thighs. They moved higher and higher until a finger reached my clit. I moved my panty aside and gently began stroking. My legs began moving of their own accord. One hand went to my nipples, squeezing, pulling, plucking. My thumb rubbed my clit while my fingers plunged in and out of the center of me until I screamed, "I'M COMING!" Well how do you think that affected me? I reached for my cock and came before my brain realized what my hand was doing. Our words were not only affecting our minds but our bodies as well. Here's what we wrote one time about the effect our stories might have on our readers: Stacey: "This may seem prurient, but the fact is I'm writing for effect too. If my story can make a man's heart beat faster, then my writing is persuasive. If my words can give him a hard on, then my narrative has taken hold of him. And if I can make a man so excited that he has to stroke himself, again and again, until the pleasure becomes so great that he shoots his wad because of my writing, then he believes in what I've written." Me: "I'm hoping for a similar effect in my writing. If my story can cause a woman to begin feeling "fluttery" in her stomach, a sexual longing, a craving, then tingles in, an erection of, her nipples, compelling her to close her eyes, envision, re-play the images my words have created in her mind, to begin to satisfy the desires welling up in her body by stroking her nipples, feeling moistness collect in then flow from her womanhood, without volition moving one hand there, stimulating herself there, then here, then back to there, finally focusing on the center of her pleasure, and, with a shudder experiencing the release her body demands, her orgasm flooding her entire being. Then I know that my words have been, as you stated so succinctly, "persuasive," "taken hold" of her, and she "believes in what I've written." (Asking purely as fact-gathering, not for any prurient interest on my part of course, I am wondering if the above words created a response of any kind in you?)" Stacey: "INDEED! How could I read that and NOT feel aroused! I admit that you inspired me to do some of the very things you wrote about. And that's not something that happens often when I'm sitting in my office. Thank goodness the door was closed. Truth be told, I locked the door to my office just now and reread your words and what I'd written, and I did something I'd never, ever before, done in my office. I may have to go home early today as my panties are soaking wet. I don't want to go outside my office lest someone see how big my nipples have become. A happy dilemma this is!" Later that evening she wrote: Stacey: "I must confess. After I returned home I was still so aroused that I read and re-read our emails. That made me do something I hadn't done for quite a while. I got my vibrator out. I replayed our words in my mind and imagined my mouth surrounding your magnificent cock while your tongue...MON DIEU...your tongue was making me scream with pleasure. Literally! Your tongue was driving me wild. It was the most marvelous orgasm I've had in quite awhile. I screamed and screamed. It was a GLORIOUS release!" Yes, "glorious" seems to be a word she liked to use. Because of our mutual love for oral sex, we wrote about that a lot, which resulted in this exchange: Me: "So tell me Stacey, can you explain why you love oral sex so much?" Stacey: "Sucking a man with such abandon, using my whole face, my body even, rubbing my nipples on the head of his cock, or sliding his hardness between my full bosom, or taking his testicles into my mouth, or letting my tongue stray lower still, to find that sweet glorious hole that makes him scream out with pleasure, tonguing his ass while I stroke him and then fingering his hole while I suck him and he cums, explodes, in my mouth. That's why. Taking a man into my mouth, indeed, deep into my throat, is one of my greatest pleasures. THAT'S WHY!" Me: "And for me as well. In fact, I am, as I write just now, imagining myself in your office, locked door or not, taken into your mouth, deep into your throat, experiencing your pleasure. And, of course, I am doing this only for you and your pleasure, not for any selfish reason." Stacey: "Sure you are. Naughty boy. Personally, I can't seem to get enough of oral sex (both giving and receiving)." Me: "Will you excuse me for a few moments, Stacey? I need some release." Stacey: "Of course, and it seems as I need it as well." Here's another exchange of words about oral sex: Me: "Since we both crave it so much, we can, at least, experience it, visualize it, in our minds and allow our minds to express themselves through physical release." Stacey: "Yes, it's a kind of release. But I can't seem to get enough of the real thing. I love it so! I've been told I give the "world's greatest blow job" by more than one lover and I suppose there's an element of vanity in it as well." Me: "A fact is a fact. It is not vain to state a truth." Stacey: "HAH! I like that. And I LIKE the fact that I can make a man crazy with pleasure, that I have that ability. But it also just excites me tremendously at a primal level. I once brought myself to orgasm while sucking a man with no other stimulation. I was using my lips and tongue and worked him into such frenzy that he was almost screaming. The sounds he made and the feeling of his hard cock in my mouth combined to send me over the edge. I'll never forget it." You're right. It seems that we were deliberately arousing each other. Not all our exchanges were about oral sex, though. For example: Stacey: "I love to start by sucking his cock until he's on the verge of coming (I REALLY like that), and then letting him slowly enter me, whichever way, and after I come (which I almost always do when he enters me the first time), I take him deeper, slowly, I start to cry out because he's filling me completely. And as he starts pumping me, stroking my pussy, I almost invariably have multiple orgasms from being so completely filled and stretched by him. And, yes, when I come, I'll often scream out about how big he is, about how hot he's making me as he fucks me. I come again and moan how great it feels, how much I want it, how huge his cock is. And when he buries himself in me, really pressing into me, I may come another time, or even more, my body shaking, crying out for him to shoot his cum deep into me. I'm so elated to watch the expression on his face as he feels how very tight I am, feels how my tight, wet pussy is fucking him, contracting around his hard cock, and his expression when I cum, shuddering and writhing in complete sexual gratification, because his cock is filling me, pleasing me, gratifying me completely. I LOVE to fuck a man this way. It's almost a spiritual experience." Me: "You really did it to me this time, Stacey. I had to push myself back from my computer and stroke myself as I read your words. Now it's my turn. I have a vision of her under me, on a bed, legs splayed, my knees parting her thighs, she leaning forward, her arms encircling my shoulders, drawing me toward her, raising her legs inviting me to enter her, accepting me when I do, wrapping her legs around my hips, crossed ankles forcefully plunging me into her depths, I pull back, toward her, establishing the rhythm she craves, shouting encouragement to me, telling me how my cock feels in her pussy, lifting her hips off the bed in her efforts to drive me deeper, digging her fingers into the mattress, digging her fingers into my back, until she comes with a never-ending scream, ending with a whimper as she experiences the little death, then she suddenly positions herself on top of me, driven by our need to experience her on top, there she is, atop me, firmly ensconced on my cock, her head thrown back, bouncing and writhing in ecstasy, hair swirling across her face, my hands gripping her hips, holding tightly to keep me inside her, her shaking body riding me, reaching down her fingers furiously fingering her clitoris, she shouts unintelligible utterings urging us ultimately upward, reaching, reaching, until with wild abandon, we give ourselves over to the sensations overwhelming us, and at the moment of mutual climax, looking deep into each other's eyes, I release my seed into her, and, as she accepts it, I feel her giving me something back, I know not what it is, only that it is something intimate, and personal, and meant only for me, and we read in each other's eyes, and pass to each other gratitude, appreciation, and satisfaction, for the giving of ourselves, for the pleasure of the other." Stacey: "YES! That did it for me! I desperately need to seek relief!" And more: Stacey: I do so LOVE being penetrated. I love the feeling of lowering my pussy onto a man's hard tip and slowly letting it enter me. I love how it makes my body quiver and shake to feel him spread my lips and fill me. And, if I'm brave, and I trust him, I love turning over on my hands and knees and letting him enter me from behind, fucking me like an animal, filling me with his glorious cock. Now, if you'll excuse me, there's something I need to do (and I KNOW you can guess what that is ;))." Wow is right! I told you Stacey has a way with words. I could have printed off many more examples, but I think you get the idea of what our emails were like. It's interesting. We never did communicate when we were both online at the same time. I really think that the way we had "intercourse" through emails was much more arousing than cybersex. How were we able to have real sex? Well, we finally decided to share with each other where we lived. We were astounded to learn that she lived in Louisville. That's right. Louisville. The other side of the river. Thirty minutes away. Of course, we agreed to meet as soon as we could. And what an experience that was. Au Naturel Ch. 03 At first the feeling was wonderful, like his fingers just before, but it was too big, and she had to stop as the pain began, making her panic for a moment. Another deep breath, then try again. "Oh, God!" Which of them had said that? She had no idea, only knowing that more of him was sliding inside her, making her feel incredibly full. The tendons on Simon's arms stood out with the effort of lifting his bodyweight and he had to will himself not to push into her. He looked down, amazed at the view of himself joined to her body, halfway into her sweet pussy, a sight he would never forget. His cock throbbed and swelled even more at the sight, eliciting another moan of pain or pleasure from his partner. Surely it must all be in by now, she thought, knowing full well that it wasn't. She gritted her teeth, then tried to make herself relax and enjoy the pleasurable part of the feeling. She looked up at Simon, feeling his tension too, and seeking eye contact. A tiny nod and increased pressure from her heels got the message across, and he began to push as she pulled, and he felt himself start to slide in. She felt a flash of pain and then he was in, buried up to the hilt inside her, his dark curly hairs intertwined with her lighter ones. His eyes widened as she still held his gaze, and she enjoyed a moment of pure elation. She pulled him down hard with her arms so that his full weight came bearing down on her and his body crushed against hers from mouth to mons. They stayed like that for a minute, motionless but for their tongues, relishing the feeling of ultimate union. Then Simon lifted himself up on his elbows again, and she could breath more easily. He began to withdraw, and she was astonished how empty she felt as his penis began to move out of her. Then he started to push in again, very slowly, and the fullness returned. He kept up the careful rhythm. She could feel him throbbing inside her each time he was fully in, and tentatively squeezed her muscles, smiling as he groaned in pleasure. She wanted this feeling to last forever, but knew that Simon wouldn't be able to keep this up for long – he'd shown remarkable restraint so far, and his muscles must be suffering. She wouldn't reach orgasm this way, although there were enough pleasurable feelings to make her think that one day she might well learn to do so. Now, though, it was Simon's turn. She began to use her legs again to force the pace. Simon looked quizzically at her for a moment, and she smiled up at him: "I want you to come inside me now." The words alone made his desperate cock spring even more rigidly to attention, and he gratefully began to thrust into her. The sensation quickly changed for her, from warm togetherness to a feeling of being taken roughly, of losing control, and her heart leapt in excitement even as the thrusting became more uncomfortable. She wouldn't let him see that, though, and tried to meet his thrusts with her own movements. Simon knew that he didn't have long, and began to pound ever harder into her like a wild beast. Soon his groin tightened and he knew that nothing could stop him. Kate felt the moment too, and pulled him close so that he was deep within her as his orgasm hit. She thrilled to feel his hot come splashing inside her, and held him tight as a hoarse cry broke from his mouth. As the grey light of dawn outlined the houses opposite, Simon awoke, momentarily unaware of where he was, and rolled over. His half-erect penis bumped into something warm, and he found himself spooned against Kate's delectable bottom and back. She snuggled back into him so that his cock lay happily between her cheeks, and he wrapped his arms around her possessively. She sighed and murmered sleepily, "Happy Christmas, my love." Au Naturel Ch. 04 Hi again. No, I got here just a few minutes ago. Fine. And you? Ready to order? While we're waiting for our food, I thought I'd tell you about my first encounter with Stacey. If you remember, I told you last time that we discovered we only lived about 35 miles apart. She lived in Louisville. As you know, I live across the river just outside New Albany. We agreed by email to meet at a neutral location. After all, it's one thing to share ideas and opinions about sex anonymously. It's something else to meet face to face and wonder what kind of connection there would be in the real world. Though our emails became really graphic sexually, we never did "cyber." Yes, there were times we deliberately tried to turn the other on, but our emails never were personal. Stacey chose an upscale restaurant near the riverfront. I arrived about fifteen minutes early and was seated at our table. I wanted to be able to see what she looked like before we actually met. She told me what she'd be wearing, but even if I didn't know that before hand, I had a feeling I would know her. When I first saw her, I was stunned. She was wearing a black dress that hugged her body. It was nearly skin-tight. It sloped low in front toward her cleavage and the back was open below her waistline exposing the beginning of her wonderfully-shaped ass. Her complexion suggested the look of her European heritage. Her skin had a healthy, tanned glow. A single strand pearl necklace graced her neck. The hem of her dress fell to just above her knees. The dress showed off her fabulous figure from shoulders to breasts to waist to hips to legs. She was not wearing hose. With her color and those legs she didn't need any. Matching black low heeled shoes completed her outfit. She appeared to be around 5' 6" tall. Her auburn hair was the color of mahogany. It looked dark brown, but when the light hit her hair a certain way, you could see the slightest touch of dark red. It fell just to her shoulders and was perfectly styled, pulled back on one side and held with a pearl-studded clasp. Her eyes were dazzling, as emerald green as the ocean surrounding a Caribbean island. There was a depth to her eyes, radiating not just intelligence but promises of delights to come. Her face, oh my, her face. Perfection personified. It was shaped like a teardrop. Smiles and laughter must spring naturally from her character because faint creases could be seen in the corners of her eyes and the edges of her mouth. Her cheekbones, though evident, were not so prominent as to detract from the symmetry of her face. They sloped gently toward her ears. The tip of her chin was neither pointed nor blunt. Her jaw line was not squared. No, from her perfectly rounded chin, her jaw line swept gently upward toward her ears and merged seamlessly with her cheekbones. Her ears were neither flat against her head nor tilting too far outward. Dancing from her ears were simple pearl earrings. Her lips. Oh, her lips. Again, they were perfect. Not too full. Not too thin. Delicate. There was at the same time a suggestion of mischievousness and a sensuality to her lips when she smiled and occasionally licked them with the tip of her tongue. She was absolutely beautiful. As for the rest of her figure, you can imagine how exciting and stimulating it was. Her neck, again neither too long nor too short, sat above flawlessly shaped shoulders. They didn't slope down from her neck, but were slightly squared, giving her an aura of strength. Her breasts appeared to be 34C, not so large as to detract from her figure, yet large enough to hint of the pleasures that exist in them and between them. From her shoulders, her body curved like an hourglass to her waist then outward again and around her hips. The dress displayed an inviting "V" where her abdomen met her legs and accentuated the sway of her hips and ass when she walked. Her muscular thighs and calves revealed what I already knew, that she was an avid runner and swimmer. Her shapely ankles perfectly linked her legs and feet. Lithe is the word I would use to describe her body. No, I do not exaggerate. All I know is that no woman has ever so instantly appealed to my mind, my emotions, and my body as Stacey did that first moment I saw her. When she saw me, she smiled broadly as she was escorted to the table by the maitre de. Every eye in the room watched her approach our table in obvious admiration. The maitre de seated her and a waiter dressed in a black tuxedo appeared immediately. He asked if we would care to begin with a bottle of wine. She nodded and I told her to choose. She asked if the restaurant served a chilled, dry Lambrusco wine. When told yes, she ordered a bottle. We said our hellos and started looking over the menu. The waiter quickly returned and poured her half a glass of wine. Holding the stem, she admired the ruby red color. She swirled the glass rapidly. Stopping the swirling, she brought the glass to her nose and took several quick, full sniffs. Satisfied with the aroma, she sipped a small amount and splashed it over her tongue. She nodded her approval to the waiter and he poured a glass for me. The waiter asked if we would like an appetizer and again I deferred to Stacey. She asked if the oysters on the half shell were served with a chef's sauce. The waiter said it was a tart onion vinaigrette. She nodded her approval and ordered. As he left, Stacey innocently looked me in the eye and said that she heard that oysters are an aphrodisiac. Yes, bold is a word that can be used to describe her personality. We looked over the menu and discussed what we might order. The waiter returned with the appetizer. The oysters were placed on a layer of crushed ice with lemon slices, the sauce, and thin slices of buttered pumpernickel on the side. The waiter stood while Stacey sprinkled some lemon on an oyster, dipped it in the sauce and sensuously rolled it in her mouth. She nodded to the waiter and told him to return later to take our order. She looked at me and sucked on the oyster. I know, I know. I was overwhelmed by her presence. In every way, she is every man's dream. When the waiter returned again, we placed our orders. Stacey decided on the braised Tuscan lamb shank bathed in a broth of rosemary, fontina mill-cut white grits, tomato, fennel and bourbon. I ordered seared Hawaiian billfish with a glaze made of parsnips, pomegranates, saffron, vanilla, carrot puree, and soy. We ate the oysters and talked. Though we were meeting for the first time, our conversation was amazingly easy. We shared our life histories, our work, and our interests. Our dinner arrived, and we continued our conversation. After our meal, we both ordered freshly ground Hawaiian Kona coffee served black. I asked Stacey if she would like dessert. She tilted her head and told me that, if I didn't mind, she would like us to have each other for dessert. Yes, just like that. No beating around the bush for Stacey. What do you think? Of course I agreed. And quickly. She invited me to follow her home. I walked her to her car and, before she got in, she gave me a full-body hug, pushed her hips against mine, and placed a brief peck on my lips. She said that I tasted better than our meal and couldn't wait to taste the rest of me. How do you think I reacted? I was getting hard already. Giving me her address, she pulled away. By the time I was on my way and found her address, I was a good five to ten minutes behind her. She lived in a condominium complex. Gorgeous view of the river and downtown. Plenty of glass. Yes, the one with the marina. I found her condo and rang the doorbell. The door opened and there stood Stacey, completely naked. She grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me inside, kicking the door shut with her heel. We embraced and shared a long sensuous kiss, our tongues darting and snaking in and out of our mouths. Oh yes, the feel of Stacey against me caused an instant erection. She said let's get me out of my clothes and unbuckled my belt. In seconds, I too was naked. She took hold of my cock and pulled me into her bedroom. Yes. Bold doesn't quite do her justice. Maybe aggressive is a better word. She pulled me to the bed and said she wanted me hard and she wanted me fast. Still gripping my cock, she lay backward on the bed and opened her legs. I could see that juices were already dripping from her pussy. I mounted her and drove my cock deep inside her. She crossed her ankles across my back and with her heels, drove my cock deep inside her pussy every time I pulled back. In seconds, our need brought us to climax together. I breathlessly rolled onto my back and lay next to her. We both lay there panting and trying to catch our breath. The next thing I knew she straddled me with her mouth over my cock and her pussy over my mouth. She devoured my cock and pressed her pussy against my mouth. She sucked me like I had never been sucked before. It felt like she was trying to suck my cum right out of me. Add to that her fondling of my balls and my anus, it took all I had not to come immediately. Me? What did I do? Well, I matched her enthusiasm. I licked her pussy lips, sucked her clit, covered my hands with her juices and rubbed them all over her ass. I licked up and down her pussy lips and occasionally tongued as deep as I could reach between them. She squirmed and squealed when I fingered her anus and positioned herself so that I could penetrate her there with my tongue. She was becoming agitated and nearing an orgasm. With her mouth still gripping my cock, she rolled me over on top of her. She raised her legs and I put my elbows behind her knees raising her ass in the air. I worked on her pussy lips, her clit, and her anus. Every time she was about to cum, I'd back off. I'd nip her inner thighs with my teeth, pinch her ass cheeks, and push on her anus. Then I'd bring her to the brink again and back off. I did that again and again. What was she doing? She was doing her best to get me to cum. She was also whining and complaining around my cock in her mouth. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She clamped her legs around my head, pounded her fists on my back and shouted Let me come, dammit, let me cum. So I did. And I came too. So that was the beginning of a night of passion. Through our emails we had gained the knowledge of what it is that transports each other to the utmost sexual pleasure and we took full advantage of that knowledge. All night long. Oh there were times one or the other of us or both of us dozed for a short while. I can tell you that to be awakened by Stacey was a real experience. An example? Here's one from our first night together. I woke up with one of her hands squeezing the base of my cock while the fingers of her other hand were scratching and squeezing my scrotum. And her mouth! She was sucking my cock so hard , even though it was soft, I thought she'd suck the cum right out of my balls. I tell you, if a man has Stacey, he sure wouldn't need a vacuum pump to get hard. She fondled my balls, sucked my cock as hard as she could, then when I was about to come, she pressed her fingers against my perineum. The when I did come she pushed a finger hard against my anus. And she would't stop! She kept sucking and sucking even while I was yelling enough, enough, stop, stop. I literally had to grab her hair and pull her off my cock. Then, she told me to suck her clit until she came. Which I gladly did. In fact, she did this often to me. I once asked her why and she told me she liked she made me react. She said the way she made me wiggle, moan, and scream really turned her on. How did I wake her up? I remember one time that first night, I started running my fingers around her nipples and, as she was waking up, started sucking on them. She kneaded her breasts with her hands and fed me one nipple at a time. Meanwhile, she started running a finger around her clit. I told you she really loved oral sex, so she begged me to suck her clit and tongue her pussy. I moistened a finger and when she came I pushed it in her anus up to my first knuckle. We woke each other up in other ways when we pulled an all-nighter. One or the other of us would straddle the other and use mouths, lips, and tongues to wake each other up. My favorite way to wake Stacey up? I could only do this if she was sound asleep. I'd stroke my cock to get it hard and softly stimulate her pussy. Gently I'd move her legs apart, raise her knees, and because her pussy was always wet, softly push my cock up adn down between her pussy lips. When I saw her eyes begin to open, I'd push my cock all the way into her pussy and pull out. When she realized what I was doing, she would put her arms and legs around me and we would push in and out until we both came. It didn't matter who came first, we just kept at it until we had no more energy left. Some times she would come multiple times and, if we lasted long enough, I would come more than once too. OK, back to that first night. The first pink rays of dawn were splashing the eastern sky when we finally collapsed from exhaustion. We slept until noon. Stacey prepared a brunch for us and we made plans to meet again. She suggested that we make it my place next time since it is in the country. That way she said she could make all the noise she wanted to without worrying about bothering her neighbors. Remember that camping trip I told you about? The one where she screamed and carried on? Well, at my place she was free to let herself go as much as she wanted. She loved expressing herself that way. Did I love her? I guess there wasn't time enough for that. Love grows over time. From familiarity and trust. We became very familiar in the time we had together. We also developed a trust. Remember, though, she moved to San Francisco just a few months after we met. Yes, I did develop strong feelings for her that went far beyond the sex. She was intelligent, an interesting conversationalist, laughed easily, and had a great sense of humor. Out of the blue, she could make a comments or observation that made me almost bend over and cry from laughter. But then, there was the age difference between us, twenty-three years. And, as you know, I am a fairly traditional conservative mid-westerner while she was a quite the liberal. We could talk for hours on end, until one or the other of us initiated sex. Then we would have sex for hours on end. Everything else was forgotten in the throws of passion. The important thing was that we developed an honest and open affection for each other based on mutual respect and the enjoyment of each other's company. So, yes, we did have feelings for each other. Though sex was a big part of our relationship, it by far wasn't the only part. I guess that's why our last time together was so bittersweet, so poignant, so emotional. We planned to spend our last night together at my place. I made a salad, baked two potatoes, and grilled filet mignon. She brought a bottle of Lambrusco as a reminder of our first night together. After dinner, we sat on the porch swing and talked about our favorite experiences with each other, both sexual and non-sexual. Dusk turned to darkness. I put my arm around Stacey and she snuggled against me. I tilted her head and placed a tender kiss on her lips. We spent time just holding each other, stroking each other's faces, sharing gentle kisses, and words of affection. We kissed more that last evening together than we had in all the time we had known each other. They were soft kisses, filled with meaning. I think you'll appreciate this metaphor. Many of our sexual encounters were like a 100 meter sprint. Exciting, explosive, fast, furious, bodies thrashing from the need for release. Other times, having sex with Stacey was like a middle distance run, a mixture of energy and endurance. There was an ebb and flow in those encounters, building, building to the ending kick and the final climatic conclusion. Our last night together was different. It was like a marathon. It transported us to an almost out of body experience where we reached new heights of consciousness and passion. I had removed the mattress from my camper and placed in on the ground in the yard. Under a starlit sky, we slowly undressed each other and sank onto the softness in each other's arms. It seems we both wanted our last time together to be a long, yet satisfying sensual experience. How did I know that? Because we both took great care to hold our passions in check. There would be no raging sexual acrobatics for us that night. We spoke little. We caressed each other in a less sexual way than usual. Faces, arms, hands, fingers, we explored each other. There were moments when, in spite of efforts to hold them back, tears would flow down our cheeks. Yes, I admit it. I shed more than a few tears. At one point, Stacey reversed her position. She crossed her right leg over my left one and I crossed my left over her right. We simply caressed each other, my fingers on her pussy and her fingers on my cock. No words, just absorbed in a gentle stimulation of each other. After awhile, Stacey changed position again so that we lay face to face with our heads inches apart. Our eyes were fixed on each other's. Hands cupped faces, gentle kisses shared, words of affection passed between us. Fingers of both my hands glided slowly, hypnotically down to her pussy and I caressed her there . With both her hands, she stroked my cock. It was almost as if we were sharing the same consciousness. My fingers found her clit and I started rubbing it gently. Her body squirmed, she let out a soft gasp. As I continued rubbing it, she made whimpering sounds. Her body shuddered and with a slight moan asked, please lick me. I rolled onto my side and into a 69 position and turned her toward me. With my right elbow, I moved her leg over my shoulder opening her sex to my mouth. She did the same to me. We continued our stimulation with our mouths and tongues and fingers. It was amazing. Though neither of us spoke a word, we made no attempt to bring each other to orgasm. We simply were content to allow our bodies to experience the currents of sensations coursing through us and between us. With my tongue, I licked the length of her wet pussy lips, probing deep into their warm recesses. When I began gliding my tongue over her clit, she moaned. Around and around went my tongue, making a circuitous trip, sending her deeper into ecstasy. I moaned Love me with your mouth, Stacey and felt her mouth encompass my cock, her tongue circling the tip, and then stimulating the tender underside. It was so strange. On other nights we might have been yelling and screaming and our bodies would have been thrashing at this point. But on this night, at this moment, we were simply being and feeling. We lost ourselves in each other. We lost all awareness of everything. Nothing existed outside of each other and what we were sharing together. We surrendered ourselves to the perfect satisfaction of each other. Our bodies, our flesh, became one. Our souls melded into one. Our minds joined as one. Again, without words, we knew together the moment for our ultimate sharing. I moved so that I hovered over her. She took my cock and placed it at the opening of her pussy. I pushed forward. She raised her hips and pushed toward me. I slid inside and she accepted my cock. We spoke no words. We only gazed into each other's eyes. Deep affection flowed from our eyes to each other. Slowly we moved back and forth. There was no frenzy. We simply loved until a swelling orgasm flowed between us and over us and through us. Tears of pure joy slid down our cheeks. It was a spiritual experience. Afterward, we lay side by side. The enormity of what we had just shared turned our tears into sobs. Au Naturel Ch. 04 We spent the rest of the night together naked, outside, on the mattress, in each other's arms. So, my friend, that was our last time together. I went to the airport with her the next day when she boarded the plane to San Francisco. That was the last time I saw her. No, no more emails now. Oh, there were some at first. I think I told you that several months after she moved, Stacey asked if I would mind stopping our emails because she had entered into a relationship and wanted to focus on building it. Yes, I agreed. How long? It's been just over two years since I've heard from her. No, I'll never forget what we shared, especially that last time together. Stacey is a once in a lifetime woman. I'll never forget her. So that's my story of Stacey. I hope you found it interesting. Next time we have lunch, you'll have to tell me some of your stories. Sounds good to me. I'll see you then. Au Naturel Ch. 02 Hi. There you are. Been here long? Sorry I'm running a little late. I got hung up in traffic. I see you have a soda. Have you ordered lunch yet? Good, let's order then. Yes, I haven't forgotten. You want more stories of outdoor and naked sex. Let's eat first and I'll tell you one of my favorites. OK. Get settled, and I'll tell you one of my favorite stories of all. After the divorce, I eventually began seeing different women. Most of the women I met were very nice. Yes, there were a few disasters, but overall it was a good experience. Some of the women I ended up having sex with, but I never really seemed to click with any of them. But then I met this one woman. I'm going to call her "Stacey." You know, "The names were changed to protect the not so innocent." She was a real wild one when it came to sex. Sometimes the sex was almost like a wrestling match or a battle. And she was really vocal too. She's the story today. Oh, I need to tell you that I'm leaving out all the moans and groans and grunts and growls and gasps, the long oh's and ah's and oo's and un's and arg's, the long yesss's and nooo's. You can put them in wherever you want. I'm just going to let your imagination do that. Let's just say that there as a lot of noise when Stacey and I had sex. It didn't matter what kind of sex we had, she would let herself completely go. Her body was all over the place and she talked and yelled incessantly. I mean she could be loud. Really, really loud. She tried to keep her "enthusiasm" under control most of the time if she thought people might hear. But all it did was make her frustrated. But sometimes her frustration made sex even better. Stacey got me into sounds of sex too. I found that the talking and screaming during sex turned me on. It was like ... like ... there was a kind of a ... a ... freedom in being able to express the sensations I was feeling in my body through words and sounds. Stacey told me to think of the sounds of sex as a way of coming, of having an orgasm, with words and unintelligible noises. Anyway, on with my story. You might wonder how I can remember all the words and noises we made. I have relived my experiences with Stacey so many times, over and over in my mind, that I'll never forget what we said. Though I may not tell them exactly or in the order we spoke them, it's as close as I can remember. One time after a rousing and noisy round of sex, she said, "I wish we could be somewhere where it didn't matter how loud we wanted to be." I thought for a moment, "How about going camping?" Her eyes lit up, "That's a great idea. Where? When?" "I'll make some plans and surprise you." I had one of those pop-up campers, so all I had to do was find a place. There were several large state and national parks within a few hours drive. I found one with a primitive camping area a long way from the other sites. No electricity, no water, no showers, no bathrooms, nothing but a fire ring and a picnic table. The site was located in a woods along a stream. "Perfect," I said to myself. "Perfect," she said when I told her about it. We decided to leave on a Monday hoping that most of the campers had already left after the weekend. Our hopes were realized because when we got to the campground, we found it completely deserted. The campsite was a small clearing in the woods, next to a stream. We walked the place over, watched the water in the stream drift by, checked out the picnic table and the fire ring. Standing in the center of the clearing, Stacey whirled around with her hands above her head. "Oh, this is so perfect. Absolutely perfect." She helped me set up the camper. I went looking for firewood while she put chairs around the fire ring, put the plastic tableclothe on the picnic table, and organized the camper. When we finished, I asked, "Are you hungry yet?" She grabbed my shoulders and shouted, "I'm hungry for sex, I'm hungry for you, I'm hungry for your cock, I'm hungry to yell and scream, and I don't want to do it inside the camper either!" We pulled a mattress out of one side of the camper pull-out, took it over by the stream, and stripped off our clothing. Stacey often liked to start sex with oral and this time was no different. She started by kneeling at my feet on the mattress, then looked up at me and told me exactly what she was going to do to me. She said, each phrase getting louder and louder, "I'm going to take your cock into my hands. I'm going to make you bigger and harder. I'm going to stroke you. I'm going to take you into my mouth. I'm going to use my tongue and my lips and the deepest recesses of my throat. I'm going to lick you and suck you until you're harder than you've ever been. I'm going to use my lips and my tongue and my hands and my fingers and make you explode into my mouth, filling my mouth with your glorious come!" And she did. She used her hands and her mouth, her lips and her tongue. She stroked my cock, squeezed, my balls, and fingered my anus while she licked and sucked my cock. And all the time I was letting go with my words. "That's it, Stacey ... that's it ... lick my cock ... twirl your tongue ... suck my cock ... take it deep ... suck me, Stacey ... suck me ... suck me harder ... push against my anus ... " At one point, she took her mouth off my cock and shouted, "Put your my cock between my breasts. I'm going to fuck you with my titties." I put my cock between them. She pushed her breasts together with her hands. We both made fucking motions, my cock moving up and down between her breasts. It was a real turn on to see the head of my cock peek out then disappear then peek out again as it slid between her breasts. While still squeezing her breasts, she started in on her nipples with her fingers, pulling and pinching and yelling, "Fuck me ... fuck me, Richie ... fuck my tits." My knees got weak. "I'm going to come," I shouted. Before I did, she shouted back, "Fuck my mouth. Fuck my mouth." Then she took my entire cock deep into her throat. I grabbed her head and pumped my hips. She grabbed my ass, pulled me deep, gave me one big hard suck, and I came. "Stacey ... Stacey ..." I yelled, and I came with another shout. I could feel her throat swallowing my come. I kept coming until I had nothing left, screaming for all I was worth. I collapsed on the mattress. She never took her mouth off my cock. She kept sucking and sucking. I couldn't believe the sensations. I could hardly stand it. I cried out, "Stacey ... Stacey ... suck me ... suck me ... " She made all kind of noises too, even with her mouth wrapped around my cock. Her body began to squirm. She touched a finger to her clit and and rubbed it furiously. With a loud, "mmmmph," from her lips, she came. With my cock still in her mouth she came. Now that's an experience I'll never forget. Her body thrashing around but not letting go of my cock. It's turning me on just remembering it! Ok. I've got myself under control now. After awhile, Stacey said, "Now, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck your face. Turn over." I rolled on my back. She got on her knees, straddled me, and lowered her pussy to my face. Then she started a running commentary that went something like this. "Lick me, Rich ... lick me ... like that ... suck my pussy lips ... suck hard ... harder ... open my pussy lips with your tongue ... find my clit ... right there ... suck it ... suck my clit, Rich ... wrap your lips around it ... grab my hips ... pull me harder against your mouth ... stick your tongue in my pussy, Rich ... suck my clit again ... keep sucking, Richie ... keep ... sucking ... grab my nipples ... squeeze 'em ... twist 'em ... pinch 'em ... harder ... harder ... I'm starting to come ... I'm starting to come ... push your finger in my back hole, Rich ... harder ..." As soon as she started coming she leaned forward on her hands and started grinding her hips on my mouth. She was literally fucking my face. Her screams pierced through the woods. I know. I know. It was amazing. It was one of the most erotic moments in my life. But then, sex with Stacey was always erotic. Like I said, she was a wild one. And, like me, she absolutely loved oral sex. Yes, I have more stories about our camping trip. That wasn't the only sex we had by a long shot. OK, OK. I'll tell you another moment. It was the same day. After we recovered, we hopped into the stream. Still naked, we splashed each other, waded across to the other side, and just generally played around. Every so often she'd grab my cock and I'd grab her pussy or touch her nipples. At one point she said, "I think I'm hungry for food now. Let's start supper." We picked up our clothes, but instead of putting them on, we decided to stay naked the whole time we where there. I won't bore you with any details about making supper and cleaning up. I know you are anxious to hear more about Stacey and me and sex. We eventually ended back on the mattress. It was a warm summer night. We just sat there, watching the stream, talking, enjoying each other's company. I reached over, put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her against me. She put her head on my shoulder. We sat there. In silence. Watched the sun disappear behind the trees. "Now I'm hungry, Stacey," I said. With a smile she asked, "Hungry for what?" "Hungry for you. I want to fuck you, Stacey. Right now, right here. I want to fuck you until you beg me to stop or you pass out!" "I thought you'd never ask. And I have a special treat for you," she added. "A special treat? And what might that be?" "I've been learning Tai Chi and my pussy is going to make your cock feel like it's never felt before. I'm going to grip it, I'm going to squeeze it, I'm going to hug it with my pussy." She rolled on her back, spread her legs, and pulled me on top of her. "Lick my pussy a little just to get my juices going again." I licked her then put my knees between her legs. She rubbed my cock up and down her wet pussy then helped me slide into her. And, of course, she started another running commentary. As best as I can remember, it went something like this: "I love it when you're on top, Rich ... when you're above me ... I love the expression on your face when your cock slides into my pussy ... when you are inside me ... feel me? ... feel my pussy gripping your cock? ... fuck me, Rich ... fuck me ... in ... out ... deeper ... do you feel it? ... do you feel it ... my tight pussy squeezing your cock? ... fuck me ... slow ... slower ... can you feel the walls of my pussy? ... yes you can ... I can see it in your face ... move your hips, Richie ... slower ... go deeper ... deeper ... you're filling me with your cock ... you're filling me completely ... pump your cock in and out of my pussy, Rich ... faster ... faster ... harder ... don't stop ... I'm coming already ... I feel your energy flowing into me ... don't stop ... harder ... faster ... deeper ... I'm coming again ... don't slow down ... your cock feels wonderful in my pussy, Richie ... it's where it should be ... my Richie ... my pussy is meant to be home to your cock ... I want your cock so much, Rich ... you don't know how much I want it ... how much I want you ... feel my pussy squeezing your cock, Richie? ... your cock is so hard ... drive your hard cock in me ... pound your hard cock into my pussy ... do my nipples, Richie ... twist ... pull ... squeeze ... bury your cock in me ... push your cock into me ... really ... really ... fuck me, Rich ... harder ... deeper ... faster ... drive your cock deeper ... deeper ... don't stop ... never stop ... fuck me forever, Richie ... I love the feel of your cock inside me ... I need your cock inside me ... fuck me ... fuck me like I've never been fucked before ... fuck me forever, Richie ... I'm shaking ... I'm coming ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... shoot your come deep ... come in my pussy, Richie ... don't slow down .... pound me ... bang me ... it's so good to fuck this way, Richie ... harder ... faster ... I feel your cock fucking my pussy ... I need your cock fucking my pussy ... more ... deeper ... faster ... gimmie your come, Richie ... gimmie your come ... I want your come inside me ... now ... now ... I can't wait any longer ... come ... come for me, Richie ... I need it now ... now ... I feel it ... I feel your come spurting out of your cock ... shoot it into my pussy, Richie ... more ... more ... I want more of your come ... I want your come filling me ... I'm coming ... do you feel my pussy loving your cock, Richie? ... do you feel me coming? ... gimmie me all your come ... it feels so good ... I'm crying, Richie ... I'm crying ... don't take your cock out yet ... keep moving ... it feels so good ... make me come again, Richie ... lick my ears ... suck my earlobes ... stick you tongue in my ear ... kiss me, Rich ... kiss me ... stick your tongue in my mouth ... let me suck it ... here I come again ..." And she came. Her pussy squeezed my cock so hard I couldn't pull it out if I wanted to. She came with an ear-shattering yell. And she wouldn't stop fucking me. She kept battering her pussy against my cock. She began slowing down and, with a whimper, finally stopped. We stayed there, on the mattress, holding each other tight, my cock still in her pussy, under a starlit sky and a quarter moon, and fell asleep. So you liked that story? I'm glad. It's one of my favorite memories. Do I have more Stacey stories? Of course I do. I told you she was a wild one. You want another one now? I'm sorry, I've really got to run. It'll have to wait until next time. When? How about next week, same time, same place? No, not now. I'm sorry, but you'll just have to wait. I promise to come up with a good story for you. What ever happened to Stacey? She was offered a job in San Francisco and couldn't turn it down. Do I miss her? I sure do. Not only did we have great sex, but we wrote emails nearly every day. We talked about life in general but our emails were also filled with our thoughts and ideas and fantasies about sex. They were so erotic sometimes we would have to stop reading and masturbate to our words before we even finished. I've saved all of the emails. I love going back and re-reading them. You want me to read you some of the things we wrote next time? OK, I can do that. Well, I need to get going. See you next week.