0 comments/ 20024 views/ 0 favorites Ben's Time By: Big Darrell Maria opened the hot water tap to about half strength. At this rate the tub would take about 15 minutes to fill with nice hot water. After sprinkling a little of her favorite scented bath powder into the water, she closed the door and entered her bedroom. It was just before 2 pm, Maria's usual bath time. She loved bath time. The house was quiet, and the doors were locked. With the kids not due home from school until 3:30 pm and her husband Fred not expected until 5, this was Maria's time for herself. Her normal schedule was to clean up and do her housework once the kids caught the bus. By around 1 pm she usually had things in order and that left the rest of the afternoon for whatever she felt like doing. Her daily bath was her time for herself, and as such, she cherished and looked forward to it. Maria liked to think of bath time as her chance to recharge her batteries while letting the stresses of everyday life drain away. Today, however, was to be one of those occasional days when she looked forward to her bath with extra anticipation. For that reason, she had drawn the bathroom blinds tightly and lit about ten or twelve small votive candles. The ambiance provided a sense of romance to the room. For the past several months, Maria had been enjoying what she thought of as her "special" baths about once every week or two. Standing and walking to the full-length mirror that hung on her closet door, Maria took a look at herself. She saw a petite, 4' 11" lady who had remained on the slim side. At age 40, she had to admit to looking pretty darn good. With fairly small breasts, a trim belly and a nice, tight derriere, Maria still could turn heads. With one fluid motion, she lifted the white T-shirt over her head and laid it on her bed. She had never worn a bra, and still didn't. Next came the cut-off jeans, leaving her wearing only a modest pair of white cotton panties. She turned sideways to check her profile, then slipped the panties off and had another look. With her shaved pussy and her petite size, Maria looked like a girl many years younger than she was. As she looked at her hairless vagina, Maria thought back to the first time she had shaved her pussy for a man. Maria and Ben had dated for over a year at college. It was with Ben that Maria had learned everything she knew about making love. She hadn't been a virgin when they met but Ben had given Maria her first orgasm. And many more. It had been and still was the best sex of her life and she often thought of Ben while making love to her husband Fred. After graduation Maria and Ben had parted ways, each heading to opposite coasts. Over the years they traded occasional Christmas cards and e-mails. Once video chatting online became commonplace, they had begun chatting several times a week. One thing led to another and during some flirty kidding around Ben asked Maria if she still shaved her pussy. When she said yes, Ben acted like he didn't believe her. Ben declared that there was only one way to prove it and both had a big laugh. Maria found herself thinking about it though. What would be the harm, she wondered to herself. It took several weeks before Maria got up the courage to show Ben her pussy. By then she had showed him her breasts several times. Encouraged by the compliments this brought from Ben, not to mention the sexy way it made her feel between her legs, she had decided to show him her pussy. From their many frank talks Maria had learned a lot of things about Ben. One was that despite many requests, Ben's wife would not even consider shaving down there. Another thing she had learned was that much to her surprise Ben often fantasized about her. The day it happened, Maria made sure to be wearing a loose dress and no panties. She told Ben she had a surprise for him and to hold on. The picture went all jumbled and out of focus for what seemed like minutes, then stabilized in one position. As the camera finally came into focus, Ben realized he was looking at the same beautiful pussy he remembered so fondly. Maria had told him that she was shaved but seeing it was like magic. Her delicate outer lips were slightly open and he could just make out her inner lips. As he watched, mouth agape, he saw a finger slide down between her outer lips and lightly massage her inner recesses. Her pussy started to reveal itself like a blooming rose as the blood rushed to the sensitive tissues. Soon her pink clitoris rose from its hood and stood erect, begging for attention. She hadn't planned to do more than show herself, but as her fingers contacted her swollen pussy lips she shuddered with spasms of pleasure. By now Ben could see the moisture on her finger and labia. He continued telling Maria how beautiful she looked and asking her to rub and roll her now hard clitoris between her fingers which she did gladly. The sound of Ben's voice urging her on and the incredible sensations she was feeling were too much to sustain. Maria's orgasm had washed over her like a tidal wave, releasing a gush of cum that oozed down her pussy to her ass and onto the computer chair. Coming out of her reverie, Maria slipped into her robe and crossed the hall into the bathroom. The room was steamy and humid, smelled like her favorite flowers, and was lit only by the candles. Quickly pinning her hair up with a single barrette, Maria slipped off the robe and stepped into the tub. As she lowered herself into the relaxing water, Maria could feel her muscles loosen. She was aware of the stimulating effect the hot water was having on her hard nipples and already moist vagina. As she lay there motionless enjoying the solitude, Maria thought about how these special baths had started. One the many things she had learned about Ben was that watching her bring herself to orgasm had excited him tremendously. One day he asked her if she ever pleasured herself without him and she had told him no, she didn't think she could do that. Ben had explained that the thought of her doing it while thinking of him would be an incredible turn on for him. When he found out that her bathtub had one of those hand held shower sprayers, Ben had suggested that she try using it on her clitoris, adjusting the spray pattern till she found one that gave the best results. Her first try had gone smashingly well, producing an orgasm that she could only describe as earth shattering. The next day she described in perfect detail her experience in the tub and from that day a tradition had been born. Laying her head back and closing her eyes, Maria imagined Ben sitting on the side of the tub. He reached over and let his hand slide down from her shoulder and cup one of her breasts. The fingers were hers but in her mind's eye, they were Ben's. Maria knew he would take his time with her breasts, especially her nipples. He had told her how much he had always loved looking at them outlined through her usual white T-shirt. As it always did, the nipple manipulation caused her to moan lightly. She could feel her pussy responding, needing his touch. Maria slid her hands down her hips, bypassing her pussy, and massaged the inside of her thighs. She took her time and didn't give in to her body's urge to reach its climax. After a few minutes the hands began to massage around the outside of her vagina. When she could take no more delay, a finger slid into her now wet folds. Her clitoris responded to the touch by sending out spasms of pleasure through her pussy. She pictured Ben's tongue flicking at and sucking her hard little button and this was enough to carry her to the edge of the abyss. As fingers slid into her love tunnel it was Ben's cock that Maria saw entering her. As the first wave of sexual release washed over her, Maria's hips thrust upward against his cock. Her contractions sucked at and milked him as his cock began to spray his hot seed deep into her greedy vagina. Grabbing the spray head, she directed the flow on her throbbing clitoris. Her orgasm was incredibly intense and she could feel her pussy milking her fingers hungrily. It felt like she would never stop cumming, then the spasms began to slow down and her breathing started to return to normal. As reality began to intrude on her fantasy, Maria realized she must be quite a sight. Lying low in the tub, her legs were spread as far as the sides of the tub allowed. Beads of sweat had appeared on her forehead and upper lip. Her hair was wet from the splashing water and she could just imagine the satisfied look that must be on her face. As usual, she couldn't wait to tell Ben all about today's experience. He so enjoyed her descriptions of these baths and she was only too happy to accommodate him. As she imagined him watching her lovingly, Maria closed her eyes and declared, "That one was for you, Ben." Ben's Time Ch. 02 Ben’s Time II – Maria Replies What follows is Maria’s reaction to learning that her most guarded secret is now available for anyone knowing how to find it online. I corrected her spelling and grammar some, but the story is her’s. (Ben) When Ben told me that he had written a sexy story and submitted it to an erotic literature web site, I wasn’t terribly shocked. He has always had a very vivid imagination as well as a healthy libido, but I never knew he enjoyed writing. Of course, back in college we only had time for eating, studying, and making love. Life was just too hectic for many outside interests. I guess the only reason I insisted on reading the story was because he never wanted to talk about it much and always seemed to change the subject. Curiosity killed the cat, as they say, and it was killing me too. Before he would let me read it, Ben admitted that it was the story of our relationship. With a fictitious name for the author and different names for the characters, he figured no one would ever figure out who was who. At first I must admit I was kind of hurt. I never guessed that Ben would jeopardize our secret that way. His apology was sincere, and I had to agree he had gone to great pains to assure our anonymity. Besides, his story was beautifully told, and very moving in its honesty. Reading Ben’s version of how our relationship evolved and how he felt about me was not just flattering, but downright sexy. I especially enjoyed the parts where Ben describes a woman’s sexual feelings. Like any man would have a clue. He really did pretty well, but you could tell it was a man writing from a woman’s perspective. Now, after some time has gone by and I have re-read it a few times, I decided to try my hand at this and to tell my side of the story. Our college years were, as Ben described them, wonderful. There were so many new experiences to savor, and sex was one of them. I had dated some in high school, but my one and only real sexual encounter was both painful and completely unsatisfying. At the time I assumed that was as good as it got and never tried again. Until Ben. Ben and I met shortly after we both arrived to begin our freshman year at college. We had several classes together and always seemed to be at the library at the same times. We were friends for several months before he even tried to kiss me. He was so patient and gentle that I let him and before long we were like boyfriend and girlfriend. We did everything together. Studying, eating, going to the movies, you name it. We were rarely apart. As far as sex goes, we would kiss and cuddle, but when it got too hot I always pulled back. Ben knew my first time had been bad and he told me that it wasn’t always like that. He would say that it could be terrific, but that we could wait until I was ready. By now I was in love with him and I believed him, but I was just very frightened. When I finally told him I thought I was ready, Ben went all out to make it perfect. He borrowed an apartment off campus from a friend who was going home for the weekend, then went shopping for stuff to make dinner. There was a bottle of wine chilling in the living room and fresh flowers were everywhere. I had to keep from laughing; it was all just so cute. Ben had something Italian in the oven, but while we were sipping wine it became obvious that something was burning. What came out of the oven looked like a cross between burned manicotti charcoal briquettes. While we waited for our Chinese food delivery to arrive, we cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, laughing and drinking wine the whole time. After a romantic dinner sitting on the floor of the living room eating out of take-out boxes, we just sat and talked and listened to the stereo. Then I asked Ben to kiss me. That night he showed me what it meant to make love. He awakened parts of me I never knew existed. My first orgasm almost scared me, it was that intense. That weekend I probably almost killed poor Ben. I was insatiable. It was a blissful time and the next several years went by in a blur of passion, sex, and studying. After graduation, we went our own ways reluctantly, pledging our love and promising to keep in close touch. Living a continent takes a toll on a relationship, and soon the frequency of the letters slowed, replaced by yearly Christmas cards. Within ten years we had both married and were pretty happy in our lives. When email came into fashion, we traded addresses and the occasional joke or holiday greeting. Then video cameras and microphones began to get popular. A girlfriend talked me into trying video chatting and it proved to be a blast. Before long many of our friends had video conferencing, including Ben and his wife. One day while chatting we were reminiscing about old times. We both had a great laugh about the Italian food he had burned, but agreed it was a terrific weekend nonetheless. After signing off I realized that discussing that weekend had gotten me a bit wet “down there”. The next time I talked to Ben, he admitted to having the same reaction and confessed to masturbating afterwards. This in turn led to many exciting conversations and admissions. Soon we were telling each other all about our own sex lives. Both of us were happily married and pretty satisfied with our spouses, but admitted that the sex we’d had together had never been topped. After agreeing that we’d never take it any further than cybering, things really began to heat up. Before long I had shown Ben my breasts while he masturbated and while not joining in, I did get quite worked up. Fred, my husband, became used to getting attacked and practically raped by me. He never complained though. The night I showed Ben my pussy, it was a major surprise for him. It turned out to be quite a surprise to me too. I only wanted to turn Ben on and I certainly accomplished that. At his request, I locked the voice transmit button down and told him how good it felt to touch the places he asked me to touch. It wasn’t long before my voice started to change and I could feel my body approaching orgasm. Ben typed back that listening to me was making him so hard that he was gonna come. I laid my head back, closed my eyes and rubbed my clit even harder. Soon I was coming and I kept coming till it seemed like it would never stop. It was a different type of orgasm, but no less shattering in its intensity. After both taking a few minutes to clean up, Ben told me that he had never, ever, been as hot as he was watching my shaved pussy being manipulated and listening to me come. It was pretty overwhelming to me also. We’ve only done this a few times, as it’s hard to find a time when no one is home at either house, but we’ve had many late night typed conversations that could only be called X rated. My “special baths”, as Ben likes to call them, are pretty much as he describes them. After each one I describe it to him in detail. Ben loves to hear about them, calling them the perfect masturbation fantasy. It seems to mean a lot to him that he’s the one I’m concentrating on while I get myself off. Knowing that he’s getting off to thoughts of me is not only a big turn-on, but nice for the ego as well. What he didn’t talk much about is how much he likes hearing about my sexual experiences with Fred. After most episodes, I’ll give a detailed description of the action to Ben. It never fails to make him hard. According to Ben the next best thing to having me is to picture Fred doing it. He likes to fantasize about Fred sharing me with him, and I must admit to imagining having both of them in me at the same time. One of them filling my mouth while the other plunges into me again and again from behind. So that brings us up to the present. Well, almost. A few months after reading Ben’s story, Paul announced that his company’s convention was to be held in Atlantic City this year and that for the first time spouses were invited. I was still taking this in when he suggested we could even arrange to visit Ben and his wife Andrea. While discussing this with Ben, we both renewed our promise that we’d never cheat on our spouses and could handle things like adults. Living not too far away in South Jersey, Ben and Andrea had agreed to meet us for dinner at the Trump Plaza Casino the night we arrived. After we had checked in and got unpacked, we started preparing for a night out. I had major butterflies about seeing Ben face-to-face again, but played it off as the excitement of Atlantic City and it’s fabulous casino hotels. Meeting in the restaurant, at first I was nervous but Ben put us both at ease immediately. After giving me a friendly little hug, he handled all the introductions and soon we were all chatting like old friends. Ben and Paul seemed to hit it off right away, as did Andrea and I. After dinner we wandered the casino for a while, playing a little here and there. When we grew tired of watching the men play craps, Andrea and I went to the slots to play and sit for a while. As we sat and played, we chatted like old friends. After and hour or so Paul and Ben found us. They had the look of co-conspirators as Paul announced that he had enjoyed a nice winning streak and was up several hundred dollars. He suggested that we get our own room for the night, and he’d leave for work from there in the morning. Since Ben had convention stuff to attend to all day, Andrea and I could do some shopping or whatever women do (Ben’s expression) and we could have dinner again the next night. They both seemed so eager we agreed quickly. By now it was after midnight, so we said our goodnights and Paul and I walked to out car to retrieve the laptop computer that I’m never without. The room, really a suite, Paul got for us was lavish. It had a mini-bar, complementary pajamas, and I was happy to see a high-speed Internet hook-up. After a quick shower, the free drinks from the casino took their toll on Paul and he was snoring like a baby. Hooking my laptop up, I only planned to check my email, then crash. It had been quite a day, starting with the long flight from California. As I was about to log off and hit the hay, Ben’s screen name popped up in my buddy list. I sent an IM asking if they liked their room as much as ours. Ben told me that Andrea was zonked out and that he had really enjoyed getting to know Paul. I told Ben that Paul felt the same way, but that he was sound asleep already. Ben told me what a lucky guy he thought Paul was and that I was still as lovely as I was in college. I told Ben that ten years hadn’t hurt his looks either. I fell asleep that night thankful that this trip hadn’t been the disaster I had feared. In fact, it turned out to be a trip I’ll never forget. Nor will any of us!! This is the end of Part II. Stay tuned for more of the continuing saga of Ben and Maria.