3 comments/ 21028 views/ 6 favorites Cherish By: SadisticPenguin She paused in the doorway, staring down the hall outside our bedroom checking to be sure all the lights were off. I took a moment to admire my wife. Her backlit frame was silhouetted as her white nightgown became transparent in the light, her small waist and wide, feminine hips formed the perfect hourglass I loved so well. Her blonde hair hung in soft curls around her shoulders, and one lock strayed over her eyes, which she constantly pushed back behind her slightly pointed ear. I sat up in bed, resting my weight on my forearms and continued to stare. Noticing my appraisal, she blushed slightly and looked down before returning my gaze with crossed eyes and an outstretched tongue. "What?" she asked. "Nothing. Just admiring you" She walked over to our bed and covered her face with her hands and shook her head, hair tousling about in waves. "God- honey, I'm so gross right now." I pulled her hands away and kissed her reddened cheek. "I mean it- you're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. And what's more- you're my wife, and the mother of my child. There is no person in the world more attractive to me than you." She blushed even deeper and lifted her mouth to mine in what was intended to be a goodnight peck, but grew into a deep, tounge-tangling kiss, which when finally broken left us both breathless and rabbit-hearted. After 5 years of marriage we still drove each other as crazy as we did when we were teenagers. I started to unbutton the neck of her nightdress when she put her hand over mine. "What about the baby?" she glanced at the wall that separated our room from the nursery and furrowed her brow at the prospect of waking our just barely asleep newborn. I cupped her chin in my hand, and pulled an exaggerated earnest face while putting my finger to my lips- we could be quiet. She smiled and and mocked an exasperated sigh- 'Promise?' I mimed locking my lips, and held out my little finger for a pinky promise. She chuckled quietly and accepted. 'Well, alright.' I needed no more permission. I took her face between my hands and kissed her deeply, we grabbed and pulled and nibbled each others lips as we quietly undressed each other. Off came her top, an oversized T-shirt of mine from highschool, and was soon followed by her blue pajama pant. She hooked her thumbs into my boxers and slid them down my legs, licking my already rock-hard organ as she passed. She straddled me as I sat on the edge of the bed. I unclasped her bra and released her full, round breasts. I licked and sucked her hard, pink nipples as she stroked the back of my head. Her breathing became jagged and I listened as her heart raced under my attentions. I lowered her from our sitting position and laid her across our bed, hair spayed across our white sheets like a golden fan. I kissed her lips, my body poised over hers so I was hardly an inch away from her at any point. I knew she could feel my heat. I ran my hand over her swollen southern lips, feeling the warmth and wetness radiate from her center. I slid a finger inside her, rubbing the rough patch of her G-spot and watched her thrash on the bed below me. I extracted my finger and licked her juices from it. Savoring the taste. I planted kisses all over her chest, down her stomach, and then split my attention between her thighs. I licked from her knee down the the inner crease where her leg meets her hip, then gave the other side the same treatment. I spread her wide and admired her clit, swollen and exposed. I let her hang there in limbo for a moment, as she whined quietly and bucked her hips up to me slightly. I blew a soft stream of war air directly on her little button before licking her, bottom to top, slow and wet. She let out a long, comfortable sigh as her hips rested back on the bed. I loved how much she needed me. I licked around her clit, fast and light and before long, she was writhing on the bed. "Please. Please let me have you." she begged. I inched up to her, leaving a trail of kisses, and settled in, resting on my forearms over her. She parted her knees as I settled in between them and positioned the tip of my manhood at her entrance. I sunk myself slowly to the hilt, letting the moist warmth envelope me completely. She moved her hips and settled into mine, nuzzling my neck as she adjusted to me. Once a tight fit that would occasionally cause her pain, the stretching caused by our baby left her womanhood a far more comfortable match, and she sighed into my chest. I shifted the pillow under her head and placed it under her hips, tilting her pelvis up to me. She hooked her ankles behind my knees as I braced myself, one hand beneath her shoulderblades, and one in the curve of her hip. I slowly drew out of her, biting back a smile at her whimpers of protest and futile attempts to recapture me. I kissed her deeply, tongues battling, as I thrust into her, her mouth leaving mine as it opened in a perfect 'O' of pleasure along with those wide, surprised eyes- as if every time we made love it was the first. I moved inside of her, pulling down on her shoulders to reach deeper inside. She bit into my chest to stifle her moans, but one escaped- and we halted, trying not to move against each other as we waited for the breathing over the monitor to even out again. She smiled under me. "out like a light- just like her father" she teased. I chuckled and kissed her, rolling over- taking her with me and letting her sink my full length back inside at her leisure. I pressed my thumbs into her hips and guided her motions as she rode me. Her fingers dug into my chest as she picked up speed, rocking me against her inner-walls. Her hair fell over her face as her eyes closed and her mouth opened as she took me deeper inside of her and milked the length of me with her spasming pussy. Her knees drew tighter around me as the contractions inside her throbbed faster and faster around my hardness. I grabbed her and moved her quaking form back beneath me as I felt my balls tighten and throb. I captured her mouth with mine as I released spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum deep inside my wife. The tremors and warmth of my orgasm set her off the edge as she bit into my shoulder to muffle her moans as she trembled and writhed beneath me, pussy walls rushing with heat and furiously clamping down on my still spurting cock. My seed and her juices bathed her cervix, and as soon as I left her, she crossed her knees and rested them, raised, slung over my thigh in an effort to keep every drop inside, lavishing in the full feeling of being entirely filled with my cum. I stroked and kissed her slightly glistening brow and gathered her up in my arms. We fell asleep listening to our baby breathe over the monitor. Cherish the Inner Slut The hotel lights had cast a sparkling glow over the surface of the pool and the young woman wondered what it would be like to slip into the cool refreshing liquid and let herself go. No one was there, she could easily hop into the elevator, strip down and take a late night swim. She probably wouldn't get caught either. Her gaze drifted back to her friends, only two of the ten remained and they were passed out, oblivious to the world around them. The others had disappeared to their rooms to enjoy the privacy a Do Not Disturb sign ensured. Her lower lip was tenderly assaulted by her teeth as she contemplated her naughty thought. One thing held her back though, a promise she'd made sometime during the night of drinking. She'd told everyone that no matter how much she drank she wouldn't leave the room unescorted. She knew she wasn't the strongest gal in the group, nor was she the smartest when it came to common sense. She was too trustworthy and easily manipulated. . .and she was drunk, not just a little either, but quite a bit. However, much to her disappointment, she was the last girl standing and even if it was with the help of the balcony railing, she was still awake and growing bored. Another wine cooler found it's home in her hand and eventually made its way down her throat. Cherish turned back to the pool; a gentle breeze stirred her copper curls and she pushed them from her face. "You only live once," she told herself as she tipped back the bottle and drank deep of her favored beverage. Back into the room she went, walked around the bed, barely missing the edge of one friend's foot and slipped the keycard into the waist band of her skirt. She tugged on her white blouse, smoothed out whatever wrinkles she thought distracted from her appearance and tiptoed to the door. Once there, she flicked the lock as slowly as she could, in hopes to make as little noise as possible. With a quick glance back to her passed out companions, she eased the barrier open and quickly darted out, closing it softly behind her. The hall was quiet, the lights dim and the carpet still showed the remains of the day's guests. Sand, dirt, a few streaks of mud littered the worn surface, but Cherish paid little attention to any of that as she made her way toward the elevators. She licked her lips, watching as the number climbed from the bottom level to her floor. Inside her pulse raced as she imagined jumping into the water and then looking up to see someone watching her. That idea almost sent her spinning back to her room, but she balked at her cowardice and waited impatiently for the telling 'ding' that would signal her ride was there. The sound of the elevator arriving on her floor brought a jump from Cherish and she felt her cheeks rise as she chastised herself for being a nervous ninny. The doors opened and the emptiness of the conveyance sent an unexpected wave of disappointment through her. Cherish stepped in, a small pout had formed on her full lips. As she rode her way down to the main level, she again returned to the fantasy of skinny dipping in the moonlight. She'd never done anything like that before. She'd always wore one-piece suits, hoping to hide the imperfections she saw every day; imperfections, that others had told her were non-existent, but Cherish knew they were there, even if no one but she saw them. Again the doors were sliding open and Cherish was faced with another decision, step out or let them close on her and little fantasy. She stepped out and breathed a sigh of mixed relief and disappointment when again no one appeared to be waiting for her, lurking like an unseen assailant. Carefully she walked toward the doors that would take her outside to the pool and it's well-maintained patio. She passed the recreation room; the sound of video games playing their luring melody did not deter her from her mission. However, Cherish did glance into the room to see if anyone was there. It too was empty. A sliver of excitement raced through her as she thought to herself that she was going to get away with her innocent frolicking. The gate to the pool area opened easily; its oiled hinges barely made a sound as Cherish slipped through and let it close swiftly on its own. She began to pull her blouse from her skirt, felt the keycard slip and grabbed it up before it fell to the stone ground. It, as well as her shirt were placed carefully on the surface of a nearby table. Her green eyes glanced nervously around the space she was occupying and up to her balcony. Again she felt as if she were alone and she relaxed enough to slip her skirt off. The water called to her; she slipped in; instantly the lace and satin of her panty and bra were soaked, plastering themselves to her alabaster skin. Cherish shivered as the heat of her flesh adjusted to the cool temperature change. She treaded water for a few seconds, looked around, felt safe and then made her way to the deeper end of the pool. Once there she dunked herself and came up grinning as she welcomed the race of freedom she felt by being a bit wicked. Several minutes went by as she made a few laps back and forth between the midway point of the pool and back to its deeper depths. In time she felt even more sure of her surroundings and toyed with the idea of slipping her panty off as well as her bra. Timidly she did so, rolling the soaked material in a ball. A soft splat, a few seconds after she'd tossed the objects to the side, told her they'd landed safely on the patio flooring. She giggled as her fingers ran over her flesh. Her nipples seemed to become harder and her pussy even felt colder, even though it had been resting in the same waters as the rest of her. Cherish felt delighted at the freedom and laid back, allowing her body to float across the pool several feet. She closed her eyes, breathed in the mixed scents of both chlorine as well as fragrant blooms from the hotel flowers. The breeze of the night touched her, sending a few shudders of coldness across her skin, but that did not do anything to deflect from Cherish's stolen moments of delight. She rolled to her belly and dove down into the water, coming up a few feet further from where she started and looked back. Her gaze rested on the edge of the pool and the deck, noticing a shadow that seemed to move. Her eyes moved upward, but all she saw was an empty balcony. The sense of danger had been quick and when she appeased herself that she was still alone it disappeared just as quickly. She swam for several more minutes, then floated again, this time her arms were outstretched. Her fingers fluttered in the water, stirring little ripples that carried their way out to the sides and splashed slightly against the tile. The sound of music reached her and she spun herself upright, tread water and stared at where the invading noise had come from. The hotel bar light was now on; quickly she swam to the darkest corner of the pool and though it wasn't dark enough for her to feel entirely secure, she felt somewhat safer than she had seconds before. She watched as a shadow moved about the room. How long had she been out there? She wondered to herself, mentally trying to gauge the time. The bar had closed earlier, she knew this because her friends had wanted to play pool, but had come back up bitching and moaning that the staff had shut it down because no one had been in there for hours and it was a waste of time and money. They all had agreed it wasn't a smart move on the hotel's management's part, but they also didn't want to make a fuss, so they simply decided to party in their room. Cherish now wondered what was going on and who was sampling a few house drinks on their own. She moved along the edge of the pool, inch by inch, until she reached a place that put her right in front of the gate that could take a guest straight into the bar. Cherish kept herself tucked down low, only the top of her head and her eyes could be seen above the pool edge. Another light in the bar came on; this one illuminated the rack of glasses that hung from the ceiling. She was able to make out the shape of what she assumed were two men. As she studied them in secret, she found herself imagining them catching her. A tingling sensation stirred in her belly. She blushed as her thoughts continued to a more erotic nature; picturing the two men desiring her and wanting to take turns using her. Again her lower lip was tugged by her teeth as she continued to fantasize about rising from the pool and being led to a table, laid down and treated to the sins of two men. Cherish watched one man move from behind the bar, toward the door that led to the pool. She squeaked, ducked down and waited. . .for what she didn't know. The sound of the lock sliding free made her eyes grow wide in their sockets. The door opened and then closed, but she heard no footsteps. Several agonizing seconds passed as she sat as motionless as she could in the cool water. In time she peeked up over the edge and glanced back at the bar. One man still stood behind it, this time nursing what to Cherish looked like a beer; the other leaned against the wall of the bar's interior. A phone rested between his shoulder and ear. Once more Cherish was drawn into her fantasy world. The alcohol she'd consumed earlier was slowly easing its way from her system and the possibility of being caught naked in the pool had her quickly sobering up. She pictured the two men teasing her flesh, licking the water from her breasts, invading her pussy with their fingers and tongues. Her mind conjured up images of her splayed on the glass surface of the patio table. Her head hung slightly off the table; A cock was thrust in her face; she willingly opened her mouth as a warm blanket. During that same fantasy she saw the other man, a dark shadow of a man she couldn't describe, spread her legs wide and position his dick at the opening of her mound. A whimper slipped past her parted lips as she felt a thick, heated drop of her arousal slide from her pussy. She squeezed her legs together and flexed the muscles of her sex. Her lids fluttered closed for a moment as she enjoyed the sensation of excitement that coursed through her. One hand slipped from the edge of the pool and found a place to rest against the coolness of her pussy. She pressed the heel of her palm into the soft flesh and gyrated her hips slowly. The water rippled around her. Her lids closed and she took a deep breath. One finger slipped between the folds of her sex, finding a warmth that had not been entirely invaded by the water. The coolness meeting the heated core of her flesh brought out a hiss and she tried to swallow it. The sound seemed to be magnified in Cherish's ears. She opened her eyes and stared at the bar. Two more men were there and she slunk back away from the pool edge; her fingers free of their earlier home. Leaving the pool was the only thing on Cherish's mind now. The beat of her heart sounded in her ears as she thought of the best way to slip out of the water and back into her clothes. She knew it wasn't possible, especially now that the men had lit more lights in the bar and their glow extended further out toward the pool. She waited, again not moving enough to draw notice. The air grew cooler and she shivered at the lack of stimulating her senses and keeping her body moving for warmth. Goose bumps appeared; her hands moved to rub the cold flesh of her arms. She leaned against the edge of the pool and watched the men set up a table for a game of billiards. "Fuck," she muttered to herself. She knew that if the men were as good as her friends, and as competitive then she'd have a long wait on her hands. Cherish rolled her eyes and moved slowly back to where she'd been earlier, accepting the fact that for now, she was stuck. The four men stood talking, occasionally tipping back bottles of beer. Two of them played pool, the others stood and watched, then moved to set up their own table. The added lighting aided Cherish. She made out their shapes better as well as some of their features. The bar windows were lightly tinted, but she could see that two of the men wore the hotel staff's uniform, another wore what looked to be the remains of a business suit. The white shirt was left partially unbuttoned. A jacket and a tie lay haphazardly discarded across the bar top. The fourth man had on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She wondered what had drawn the four men together and how did they know each other. It was apparent to her that the two hotel workers had gained access to the bar with their own keys, but what of the other two men? She played with her imagination, eventually moving each man from one occupation to another, assigning them friendships, reasons for being employed with the company, even imagining them having affairs, meeting lovers, and planning how to rob the establishment of all its wealth. That idea made her laugh, because she knew the hotel wasn't fancy enough to have real wealth at its disposal. One man turned toward the pool and Cherish blanched as he studied the area for several long seconds. It was only then that she made out the door, from the bar to the pool, was open. She stared with horror as the man who had heard her laughter, set his beer down and walked toward the opening. She heard him mutter something, turn his head to the others and then back toward the water's edge. She swallowed the lump in her throat. Her body shuddered as her internal temperature grew cooler. The man stood outside, his gaze drifting over the water. Cherish dipped herself down as low as she could, holding her breath, leaving only the top of her head and her eyes out of the water. Still he stood there; her lungs burned and she slipped up to take a deep breath. Their eyes met and held. She saw him smirk, tilt his beer toward her and then turn around, making his way back into the bar. Her gaze followed his every movement. He didn't look back at her; shrugged his shoulders when one of the men seemed to converse with him. Was he going to keep quiet? She wondered to herself, as she kept her eyes on him. Cherish shivered violently and knew she had to exit the water. The temperature was growing increasingly uncomfortable and her shivering coming faster. She waited for more minutes, willing the men to keep their backs turned long enough for her to emerge from her watery hiding spot. When the opportunity presented itself, she jumped up as quickly as she could, darted to the bin where the hotel towels were kept and wrapped herself up in one of them. She turned and faced the bar, already knowing deep in her gut what awaited her. Each man one wore an expression she was too afraid to read. Their eyes drifted from her wet hair, plastered to her body, over the rounded breasts, barely hidden behind plush fabric, to her legs that were shaking as her muscles quivered, trying to warm her blood. Cherish took a few steps, then stopped when one of the men called out to her. She turned her face toward them, the lights above her illuminated the fear in her pale features. "What's your name?" The question that had stopped her, was repeated. "Cherish." She glanced at the man who had caught her first. She wanted to move, but her feet refused to do as she told them too. One man tossed a cigarette down, smashed it with his foot and moved toward her. Still she stood there, almost waiting for what she knew was going to happen. "That's a pretty name," the man that was walking toward her said. The normal habit of thanking someone complimenting her on her name was routine, so the whispered "thank you" had been instinctive. She blinked as another of the men moved from his reclining position against the door. Her gaze shot from the one circling her left, to the one moving toward her right. Still she said nothing as her pulse raced and panic began to rise to an all time high, driving the alcohol completely from her system. "Cherish. Are you out here alone?" She shook her head toward the man who had asked her the question, then whimpered as she took in his smile. "I'm done now, though." She took a step back, completely sober and looking for a way out of the inevitable. "Are you?" he asked. She blinked and felt tears welling up in her eyes. "Ricky, doesn't the pool close at eleven?" the man who had tossed the cigarette asked. "Yes, it does." Cherish looked at the one who had answered. He wore the staff uniform, a name tag proclaimed he was indeed Ricky. "In fact, I think it says violators will be asked to leave the premises." Cherish's eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped. "Or prosecuted if any damage is done. See any damage, James?" Ricky asked, his eyes shifting between Cherish and the other man in uniform. "The bar looks broken into. Someone's been playing pool, drinking beer. . .not damaged, but certainly theft of some sort." "You did that!" Cherish squeaked out, proclaiming her innocense. The four men chuckled. Ricky and James stopped moving toward her, leaving only a few feet of space between the three of them. "Yes, we did," the man at the door said, then nodded toward his friend, who had moved to take a seat at a patio table, "but no one knows this but you and you wouldn't want us getting into trouble. Would you?" Cherish blinked away her earlier fear and licked her lips. "No. I won't say anything to anyone. I'll just head back to my room." She moved toward the gate, only to be stopped by a pair of strong hands. Her eyes shot to Ricky's and she pulled her arm back toward her, trying to gain her freedom. It failed as he jerked her back toward him. Cherish fell into his chest, squealed and then froze when his other hand took a firm grip of her ass cheek. The heat of his touch was felt easily through the damp towel. "I think we should have a drink on that. Just your way of showing your willing to keep your mouth shut. I mean if you ratted us out, then you'd have to admit to not only using the pool after hours, but also doing a bit of bottle tipping too." "Ricky, that's a good idea. Look at it like... insurance for us, Cherish," James said and then moved to stand behind her. She looked back at him, shivered at the heat that radiated from his proximity and swallowed any thoughts of denying them their drink. Her head nodded her acceptance. Ricky's hand moved from her ass to her waist and he turned her toward the bar, leaving his arm hooked around her hips. He kept her tucked against him as they walked toward the bar and through the doorway. James followed behind them into the bar, as did the other two men. "Cherish, a beautiful name indeed." She glanced over her shoulder to the one that had spoken to her. It was the man who had caught her in the pool. "Thank you," she whispered again out of habit. "What's yours?" The man grinned, extended his hand and shook her's softly. "Matt and this is Gregory." He nodded his head and Gregory winked. "Hi," she answered, then found herself led to a bar stool. She slipped onto it's vinyl surface. A squeak sounded as she positioned herself to rest on it's edge, just enough that should wouldn't fall. Her towel tugged slightly down and she reached to hold it up. Her fingers clutched at the knot she'd made as she watched Ricky, Matt and Greg move closer to her. James walked behind the bar, and poured them all shots of whisky. She reached out for her glass with shaky fingers. "To secrets," Matt said and then leaned over to whisper in Cherish's ears, "and new friends." She whimpered and tried to ignore the heat of his breath on her skin. Cherish quickly tipped the glass back and down the fiery liquid. She sputtered and coughed, listened to the men's laughter and then watched as another shot of amber filled her glass. Again she drank it down, this time somewhat better prepared for the burn. Cherished Memories Life's mileposts always make an indelible impression. Although it's been a number of years, I remember losing my virginity quite clearly. Amy was a lot of fun to be with. We'd been on a few dates and were "going steady." She'd asked me to come out to her house Saturday and go for a swim. I arrived shortly after lunch. Her parents lived in the country on one of the back roads. The corn was high this time in August and the house and yard were surrounded by walls of green stalks. I parked back beyond the garage on the gravel "visitor" parking area and Amy came skipping out to meet me. She gave me a kiss and I was a little surprised because she was usually shy especially when her parents were around. That turned out to be the key. Her parents weren't around. They had gone shopping and wouldn't be back until evening. I grabbed my towel and suit and followed her towards the house. The pool in the back yard looked inviting. "So where do I change?" "Change? What's the matter? Shy? Come on in with me if you dare!" I was speechless. As I watched she was unbuttoning her blouse. She turned away and trotted to the pool taking off her clothes as she went. "Chicken!" she shot back at me over her shoulder as she went. Chicken? Hardly. I ran to the side of the pool as she was balancing on one leg pulling off her shorts. Her naked back side was almost within reach, but she dived into the pool before I could catch her. "Come on get your clothes off. The water's great!" I'd gotten glimpses of her naked body as she'd undressed and I could see her long legs move in the water as she treaded water. Two quick strokes and she was hanging on the side of the pool waiting for me. Chicken? Hardly, but why was it hard to get started? She was watching as I started to fumble with my shirt. My hands were shaking so badly I could hardly undo the buttons. I had never been naked with a girl before and now and Amy was watching, waiting for me to undress. "Come on! Get going." That last was accompanied with a splash of water then another. She was determined to soak me. That did it. I ripped off my clothes and dove for the water. The water was colder than I expected and it startled me. However, I was also startled by the liquid sucking turbulence around my cock as I entered the water. I'd never been skinny dipping before and was not aware of how sensuous it was to move through the water naked. Coasting to the opposite side of the pool, I pulled myself to the surface. I was highly aware of my own nakedness as well as Amy's, but she swam up to me as if nothing was different, splashed me in the face, then tried to duck me. A wrestling match followed. She was smaller than I was, but her lean frame was well muscled. Trying to hold on to her slick body was almost impossible and we both wriggled in and out of each other's grasp a number of times. At first I tried to think of how erotic it was to have our bodies rubbing together. Surprisingly it rapidly became very normal and ordinary to be horsing around naked. Earlier that afternoon I could have become erect just imagining seeing Amy's bare breasts. Now they were casually displayed and I found I quickly felt very normal to be able to see and touch them in the course of our horse play. Finally we were both breathless and we stopped tussling for a moment. I kept my arms around her because I didn't trust her not to duck me again just as I tried to relax. Besides, it kept me in contact with her naked body. She turned her face towards me and suddenly we were kissing. Her lips were moist and tasted a little of the pool water. Quickly the kiss became warmer as our tongues became involved. As we broke the kiss, we found ourselves breathing hard. "Let's get out of the pool and lay in the sun a while," she suggested. Amy was up the side of the pool and out of the water like an otter. She turned and knelt by the side of the pool and held out her hand. I was once again very aware of the situation. My cock was erect and straining from the kiss, and while we'd been wrestling, touching, and looking at each other's naked bodies for some time, I was self consciously embarrassed by my arousal. I took her hand and climbed out a little more clumsily, careful of the ridged yet sensitive projection at the center of my body. Amy took no notice of my condition and walked to the nearby deck and spread several pads from the lounges out on the surface of the deck. She came bouncing back to me, quite literally, with her trim breasts and staring nipples keeping time with her prancing steps. Taking my arm she led me to the mats and told me to lay down. She reached for the suntan lotion while I knelt on the mats. I would have been much more comfortable lying on my back, but I modestly lay on my stomach, carefully arranging myself to me as comfortable as possible. "You need lotion," she announce. "You haven't been out in the sun much this summer." Too true. "The drug store keeps me too busy during the day." "Don't I know. I'm glad you could get off this afternoon." She had started applying lotion to my back, rubbing it in, and massaging my muscles at the same time. I grunted in acknowledgment as her strokes became more vigorous pushing on my back and forcing air out of my lungs. Next she shifted to my feet and legs. As she worked, I began to relax. At first all I could feel was my hard cock under my body, but I rapidly relaxed as her hands deftly stroked and kneaded my muscles. My mind began to drift. When she started rubbing lotion into my buttocks, my attention quickly refocused on her hands. "Yes, I've got to put some lotion here too. After all, I can't let these cute buns get burned." Cute buns? That was a new thought for me. She gave my ass a playful slap. "Now, turn over. I need to do the other side." My erection had retreated noticeably and I was more comfortable now in rearranging my self on the mats. She started in on my chest and now I could watch her body as she rubbed mine. Her breast swayed gently as she rubbed the lotion in, the nipples were still erect from the cool water. As her hands neared my stomach, I grew more aware of her body and I could feel my cock begin to respond. However, she went from my stomach to my legs and my cock gave a twitch of unrequited anticipation. She giggled. "Don't worry. I'll get there so hold your horses. Or whatever." The wait was almost too much. She gradually worked her way up from my toes and as she passed my knees, my cock was staining, hardly.noticing the pull of gravity. Finally at the top of my thighs, she pulled her hands away, picked up the bottle of suntan lotion and began to dribble drops of oil on my turgid organ. With her finger she lightly rubbed the droplets around then suddenly she slid her hand around my cock and stroked me vigorously. The stimulation was too much for me. My climax erupted after fewer than half a dozen strokes and my body spasmed and strained to lift itself off the mats as my cock exploded in orgasm. After the initial burst, her hand slowed and allowed me full resolution as I gasped for breath. She leaned over and kissed me tenderly as I lay almost stunned. "Oh, Amy. That was wonderful," I managed after several long moments as my cock continued to twitch occasionally. "Good. I'm glad you liked it." She was busy now with a towel wiping the spurts of cum off my body where they had sprayed. "Here, relax while I fix you up." She finished with the towel, then she started in again with the lotion repairing the damage the towel and my orgasm had done to the coating on my body. Finally,laying aside the towel and the bottle she patted my side. "My turn. I need some lotion too." Needless to say I was eager to repay the favor, too eager perhaps. She insisted I start with her back and spend time massaging the lotion into her skin. It didn't take long before I fell into the rhythm of the massage and began to enjoy the feel of my hands moving over her body. I found myself becoming fascinated with the texture of her skin and the muscles of her body. My massaging rapidly became an exploration of her body. When I reached her buttocks, she moaned in appreciation, and I became more focused on the sensual nature of what I was doing. My hands cupped the cheeks of her ass and delved into the cleft between them. Amy began to sigh with pleasure. I began trying to accommodate my stroking to the pace of her arousal and as she began to respond, I was surprised to find my cock becoming stiff once again. She finally drew her legs up and rolled over. "Now, this side. Remember you have to do all of me. I don't want to get a sun burn." Now that my initial overheated excitement had been satisfied, I was able to plot a more refined strategy for her arousal. I began with her feet, focusing first on her toes, rubbing over them, between them, and then gently squeezing and tugging. Then I began rubbing her arch and heel using a little more pressure to manipulate the muscles. Every time I entered a new area, I had to stop and add a little more lotion before I continued. I oiled her legs and began to work, first on her lower legs moving up to her thighs. Her legs began to part as I got nearer and nearer to her sex. Amy was lost in the sensation, but I was in no hurry. I had seen pictures of female genitals, but now I had a chance to observe one first hand. It was fascinating. Amy was starting to make little noises in time with my strokes as my hands moved higher on her legs. I was in control now and I did not yield to her urgings upwards to the join of her legs. Instead, I left her thighs and started on her shoulders. She gave a huff of disappointment, but opened her eyes and watched as I began dribbling oil on her chest, concentrating some of the drops onto her nipples. Her sigh was long as I settled in to rub her breasts. They were not large but felt wonderfully soft and pliable under my oil-slicked caresses. The nipples were hard little nubs that caught at my fingers. Gently I tugged one and she gasped. Before I could put too much tension on it, my fingers slipped on and it fell back into place. "Ooo, do that again," she panted. Only to happy to oblige, I began a little game with her titties, stretching them out a little by pulling on the nipples and letting my fingers slip off unexpectedly. I varied the game a little by stopping from time to time to rub oil into her stomach and sides. Several time I brushed the hairs on her pubic mound letting my finger stray between the lips before I returned to her nipples. "Oh, you've got to make me cum!" she exclaimed and pushed my right hand between her splayed legs. Her muscles were taut and her nipples cast sharp little shadows. Slowly I moved my fingers up between her legs and let them trail through the curly nest of hair. "Here, right here." She impatiently guided my fingers to her clit. "Rub me there. Come on, make me come!" I rubbed my finger rapidly back and forth across her clit and I could see her begin to tense. Shifting lower, I pushed my finger into her vagina and stroked it several times. Amy "Ahhed," in surprise, but I quickly returned to her clit. Even more rapidly I vibrated my finger back and forth across her clit and her body began to vibrate along with it. Suddenly she gasped and clutch at me and I could feel her clit pulsing under my finger. More slowly now, I continued to lightly rub her clit as her orgasm peaked and then subsided. Her breathing began to slow and she twined her slippery arms around me. "Oh, lover, that was great. I thought you were going to make me explode!" "I've never done that before. Did I do it right?" "Oh, god, you are one hell of a quick study! That was right on the button." She giggled at that and squeezed me tighter. "Hold me close." That was not very easy. While she was laying on her back and I was leaning over on top of her, we were both covered in suntan oil and our bodies were extremely slippery. I let my body slide a little more and realized that it felt good to be rubbing my oily body across hers. Inspired, I picked up the bottle of oil again and squired more onto Amy. "Gee, don't you think that's about enough?" she asked as I slid my chest across her body. "What do you think? Feel good?" She didn't reply but she began to pull and push and suddenly we were wrestling again. We rolled around on the mats some, but neither of us could get a grip on the other. Then again, that wasn't the point. The sensations caused by our bodies slipping across each other were wonderfully arousing. My erect cock was alternately trapped and pressed between our bodies, then stroked by Amy's slippery skin as we tussled. My whole body was aroused, almost as if I myself was nothing but a giant penis. I couldn't get enough of the sensations generated by our rubbing bodies. Our rubbing got more intense and our bodies rolled and rubbed every which way trying to experience as much of the sensations as possible. As good as my cock felt rubbing across her body, suddenly I felt it push into something much warmer which surrounded my cock with sensation. I thrust more in response to the sensation and realized I was thrusting up into Amy's cunt. Our arms and legs were still tangled, but cock was fully lodged inside her. I gasped in joy and slowly retreated, relishing the sensation of my erect penis inside her cunt. Once again I thrust forward and we were now both gasping. The rest of our bodies were still moving and the sensations continued, but we both rapidly became focused on the feelings where our bodies joined. More and more quickly I stoked inside her and Amy rose to match my tempo. Although I had cum only recently, I found myself rising quickly once more to orgasm. We were both crying and gasping as our bodies strained together. Finally I heard Amy cry out like she had before and that pushed me over the edge. Our explosions were sudden and together. Long after the initial peak, I continued to thrust as our orgasms slowly resolved into a lazy languor of sensations. With each stroke we would shift our bodies enjoying the full sensations of moving our oiled bodies together. I don't know how long we lay together like that, but when we finally separated, my cock was once again relaxed. I began to pull back out of her cunt and Amy flexed the muscles in her groin, squeezing against my cock and forcing pushing it the rest of the way out. Slowly we began to clean each other of the sweat and oil that had accumulated. We weren't in any hurry, and we delighted in exploring each other's bodies. At one point Amy got some cold drinks. I followed her naked body into the house and delighted with the idea that we were naked together in the same house. The rest of the afternoon, we talked about nothing in general, swam occasionally, and laughed a lot. Once more, late in the afternoon, we made slow love under a shade tree behind the house near the corn field. Only with reluctance did we both get dressed afterward. Then it was time to say good bye.