0 comments/ 15184 views/ 1 favorites Lady in Black By: H piltdown It’d been a long night. I packed my old Voodoo Strat back into the worn leather case. My throat was raw. I didn’t like to do vocals, but Jamie had a gig in Central City. Somehow, Ron, Pete and me survived the twelve drunks and sixteen hick tourists that strolled into the club to make dumb assed requests and down gallons of cheap booze - Just another rainy weeknight in the Quarter. Finally, I was ready to hit the road. The rain had stopped, and a fog was rolling in off the river. Ron and Pete left a few minutes ago. I looked up toward the front door, squinting through the smoke from my cigarette. I damn near let go of my guitar. The cigarette fell from my lips. My mouth dropped open. Like a gothic princess appearing from the mist, she stood; an ominous silhouette framed by the antique doorway. The fog rolled around her black high heels, and curled up her black stocking covered legs. She wore a short black dress, and a black leather jacket protected her delicate frame from the damp New Orleans night. Long, straight, black hair draped across her shoulders. Her skin was clear and somewhat pale. She held onto the strap of a black leather bag with both hands. Dark but wary eyes flashed quickly around the little bar. They fell on me for a brief moment. I must have looked like an idiot still squinting from the smoke, and leaning forward with my mouth open. She sashayed over to the end of the bar nearest the front door, ordered a red wine, and lit up one of those long, thin cigarettes. ‘What the hell,’ I thought, ‘One beer.’ I leaned my guitar case against the bar a couple of seats away from the dark goddess, and had Charlie the bartender bring me an Abita. I took a swig from the beer, and turned toward the lady in black. She was already up, and moving toward the jukebox. I took a few more swigs to work on my nerve. Buddy Guy’s ‘Did Somebody Make a Fool Out of You’ moaned up from the speakers. The lady knew her music. She came back to her seat. I watched her intently the whole way. Her body moved with the grace and sensuality of a cat. She looked into my eyes. The corners of her deep red lips turned up in a half smile. I had my nerve. *** “Hey, Jack! What’s up, man?” I knew that voice, dammit. My hopes were shattered. Jeff Theriot stepped in between me and my lady in black. His hand was outstretched. “Man, you still playin’ these dives?” I took his hand and shook it. Jeff played Sax in an old Jazz band we put together just out of high school to try to earn a few extra bucks. We spent more than we made. Anyway, Jeff went on to tour with some big name Bebop acts. He always liked to brag about jamming with the likes of Duke Jordan and Max Roach. All I knew was that he lived out on the west coast, and seemed to have found that few extra bucks to throw around every time he came back to the Big Easy. Me, on the other hand, I had a pretty good local rep. My great granddaddy played Ragtime piano in the old Storyville brothels, and my granddaddy somehow survived being a white woodwind player in the Back O’ Town and South Rampart sections of the city. My old man played bass with some of the best Dixieland bands in the Quarter. I carried on the family tradition, even though I broke away from my Jazz roots to do Blues. Jeff liked to give me a lot of guff about my choices, but I didn’t have any regrets. “Hey, Man. Where you been?” I inquired, still trying to figure out a way to meet that mysterious woman in black. He proceeded to give me the whole damned story of the last two years of his life. I smiled and nodded a lot, all the time looking over his shoulder to check out that dazzling lady. I did whatever I could to speed up his anecdotes, but knew that once Jeff got started nothing could stop him short of total inebriation. I plied him with a few shots of Cuervo, but knew time was short. The lady glanced at her watch. She shook her head slightly, and snuffed her third cigarette out in the ashtray. She looked over toward me and smiled as she slid her small, sultry frame from the barstool. She wheeled around as she slung the leather bag over her shoulder. The tight black dress outlined a perfect ass beneath that waist length leather jacket. I watched her sashay out the door onto St. Phillip, and head toward Decatur. She turned to give me one more of those half smiles, and walked right out of my life. *** Jeff rattled on about the west coast. I listened, now intent on drowning my frustration in beer. Suddenly, two shots broke the silence of the night. Jeff paused. We were surprised. This sort of thing just didn’t happen in the Quarter. New Orleans was certainly not known for its low crime rate, but gun fights were rare in this part of town. Even the local hoods don’t like to scare away the tourists. You just don’t bite the hand that feeds you, and a paranoid mark is harder to rob. Shortly, sirens interrupted the calm outside. Then, they faded away. The night slipped once more into eerie quiet. The cool damp November weather kept the tourists at home. Jeff continued relating his idiotic adventures. After a few more minutes, I bought him one last Cuervo, downed my Abita, and gave my farewells to him and Charlie. I half-heartedly waved at the few remaining drunks and tourists, grabbed my axe, and headed outside into the winter fog. I turned toward Chartres where I left the old Buick. I hoped that it would start. I had learned my lesson. Never buy a used car from a musician, or a friend. You may have to play with that musician again, and friend rapidly changes to ex-friend. I shuffled down the brick sidewalk and turned down Chartres. The old Buick was parked only a half block away. I lived in the Marigny within walking distance of the Quarter, but preferred to drive. Carrying an instrument case down the back streets screams out two things. One is that you have an instrument that may fetch a couple of hundred bucks at the local pawn shop, and two is that you probably work for tips, and have some ready cash. I don’t like being a victim. I unlocked the door to the Buick, threw the strat in the back seat, and slid under the wheel. I was pleasantly surprised when the cold engine turned over right away, and started purring like a cat with asthma. At least it ran! I had just put it in ‘drive’ when I heard a banging on the rear window right behind my head. I nearly croaked right there – Scared me shitless! Somehow, I repressed the urge to gun the engine, and get the hell out of there. Maybe, I thought, the old Buick would probably stall on me. Never the less, I choked up some courage, and turned to see a dark figure banging frantically on my rear window. I squinted into the darkness. It was her! “God Dammit!” she screamed. “Open the fuckin’ door!” I hesitated one more instant before reaching back to unlock the door. She threw it open, threw the leather bag in, and dove in behind it. “Go! Go!” she yelled hysterically. I gunned it. The old Buick responded with all the power the big V-8 had to offer. We neared Ursuline in a matter of seconds. Just as I was feeling proud that this piece of junk automobile actually worked for once, it began to cough and sputter. That’s when I noticed two dark figures quickly appear in the rear view mirror from back on St. Phillip. All at once, I heard rapid popping noises, and saw flashes of fire come from the two men. “Dammit! Get me outta here!” rang out from the back seat. I heard a thunk mixed in with the popping noises. The old Buick had taken a round. As if on cue, the old girl roared to life again. “I’m tryin’!” I shouted back. I couldn’t believe it. The woman of my dreams was in my back seat, and a couple of gorillas were trying to kill us! The Buick howled past Governor Nicholls. The shooting had stopped. The two dark figures disappeared back down St. Phillip. I slammed on the brakes, and whipped the big old car left down Barracks. The lady climbed quickly into the front. She plopped down into the passenger seat, straightened out her short dress, and looked up at me with that same damned half smile. “Hi,” was all she said. I had no idea how to respond. I’ve never been shot at before. I slowed the car down a bit, so as not to draw any unwanted attention from the police. I could already hear the sirens wailing in the distance. Finally, I asked where she was headed. I didn’t know what else to say. “I dunno,” she replied. “Any suggestions?” I glanced over in time to see her slide a Derringer into the leather bag. “You gonna shoot me?” I asked. Me and bullets never got along too well. “I hope not. That gets a little sloppy.” She offered her hand, and that smile. “I’m Kelly” I took her hand. “Jack,” I said, holding her hand firmly. I held her small hand as we looked into one another’s eyes for just a second. Then, I let go, and turned back to the road just in time to keep from slamming into the back of a drunk in an Audi. I rode his bumper for a few more seconds before swinging the car right on Bourbon. “How ‘bout my place? It’s just around the corner.” She appeared to be thinking for a second. “They’ll be checking the neighborhood, and they’ve already seen this car.” “No problem,” I said. “Private gated parking. They’ll never know.” I swung right on Kerlerec, and stopped in the street. I jumped out, punched in the access code for the automatic gate, and hopped back in the car. I pulled beyond the gate before it swung closed on its own. I parked the car in my spot in the back corner bordered by the walls of three brick buildings, and declared us to be home. Then, I sat there for a moment wondering what the hell I’d gotten myself into. One moment of reflection made me realize that I had just been shot at. Men with guns were probably looking for me, and a beautiful woman with a gun sat next to me. I looked over to Kelly. She seemed a bit shaken, too. She gave me that half smile, and asked me if I was “goin’ to invite a girl in for a drink?” I nodded, and said, “C’mon.” *** ‘What the hell was I doing?’ I thought as I led her through the breezeway, across the courtyard, and up to the apartment. ‘Didn’t this all seem a bit too bizarre for real life—for my life?’ I kept thinking. I was thinking too much. I should have been running for the hills. Once inside, she walked around the small apartment, and said, “Nice place,” while she stared up into the loft. She threw the leather bag onto the Lazyboy. I handed her a glass of cheap merlot, and told her the building was family property. I took a drink of my beer. I told her that this was my day job. I ran the place for my family. We had eight high rent apartments, not counting my own. Most were leased by rich folks from up north or over seas. Kelly shut me up with a soft, passionate kiss. I nearly dropped my beer. She kept kissing me as she pulled the leather jacket from her delicate shoulders. Then, much to my dismay, she broke off the kiss, and took one step back. I watched as she seductively reached behind her back, and unzipped the short, sleeveless, black dress. She wiggled her shoulders a little. The dress fell to the ground. She stepped out. I stared. I think my mouth was open, again. Kelly was petite—almost frail, but nothing about her demeanor suggested weakness. Her skin was soft, smooth, and very light. She wore a sheer black under wire bra that pushed firm and well proportioned breasts upward and inward. Her stomach was flat and smooth. Her slim waist led down in clean soft lines to small but perfectly round hips. A black thong hid her furtive cleft. Thigh high stockings darkly covered the pastel flesh of her long legs. The black high heels made all the lines of her exquisite body come together in a masterpiece culminating in the realization of all of my dreams… “Got a shower?” Her words ripped me from my reverie. I pointed toward the bathroom. She turned, and headed toward the head. Her ass was as perfect as the rest of her body. The thong separated two silky little globes. My knees got weak. “You comin’?” she asked as she passed the doorway. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Yeah,” I answered. What else could I say? I quickly guzzled my beer. Got another. I put on a Bobby Bland CD. Then, I nearly ran into the bathroom. *** By the time I reached the bathroom, she already had the water running, and was just removing the last of her undergarments. She stepped out of her thong, grabbed me firmly by the crotch, and pulled me toward her. I had only gotten a glimpse of her naked body, but that was enough. Several tattoos adorned her shoulder, tummy, hips and ankle. Her breasts were a little more than a handful, and her areolas were pink, and well sized. Her nipples were erect, and stood out a bit more than I had expected. Small golden nipple rings dangled alluringly. A small triangular patch of black hair crested her little muff. The tip of her clitoral hood barely peaked out from beneath the black triangle where another ring sparkled in the dim light. She pressed her naked body against mine. She kissed me deeply. I was just trying to keep my balance when she playfully pushed me away. “You gonna get undressed?” I replied with another “yeah.” What else? My mind wasn’t exactly functioning normally. I dropped my clothes like they carried the plague, and followed Kelly into the shower. I ran my hands up and down her gorgeous curves as she wet her body. I nearly lost it every time my swollen member brushed against her fine little butt or her round hips. She stepped from the stream of water. I entered. Kelly helped me to wet my body. Then, she turned around, put her hands against the back of the shower wall, and shoved her fine little ass out. She ordered me to wash her back. I happily complied. I rubbed soap onto her back and butt until I had a good lather going. Then I washed her shoulders, and down the front toward her breasts. I slid my dick up and down the well soaped crack of her ass. I lathered her pretty tits. I cupped them in my big hands, and rubbed my palms in circles of varying size. I lightly pinched her pert nipples, and teased the nipple rings. She pressed her rear end against my hips. I pressed back, sliding my cock up and down her crack. My hands dropped to her flat stomach with the soap. Then I lathered down to her hips, and between her legs. I ran my soapy fingers up and down her pussy with her clit between my middle and ring fingers. She was moaning, but I was ready to explode. I pulled away from her gyrating ass, and dropped to my knees to wash her elegant legs, and sexy little feet. Kelly turned to face me. The streaming water quickly rinsed the soap from her vagina. Sitting back on my heels, her vivacious little pussy was only inches from my face. I looked up, into Kelly’s dark eyes before diving into her sweet muff. I ran my tongue around and lightly across her pussy before I slipped it inside to stroke her g-spot. She worked herself up and down, and back and forth rubbing her clit against my upper lip. Soon my gothic princess was moaning and squirming with abandon. She put her hands on either side of my head to control her thrusts, and to help her keep her balance. I worked my hands all over her still soapy ass. She finally pulled my head hard into her hot cunt, and froze, screaming her passion. I continued to run my tongue over her g-spot, and to massage her tight little ass as she rode her orgasm to wave after wave of delight. Finally, she let go of my head, and told me it was my turn. Kelly’s little hands firmly explored every inch of my body with the soap. She saved my dick and balls for last. I almost fainted when her hot, slippery hands ran up and down my engorged cock, and swollen balls. After she directed me under the shower head to rinse, she kissed me deeply. Our tongues explored one another’s mouths. Our bodies pressed tightly together. Our hands gently skimmed along the other’s body, and through our hair. Finally, I stepped back to look at the water glistening from Kelly’s lithe frame. I couldn’t help but tell her how beautiful she was. *** We dried off from our shower, and I led Kelly up to the loft. We kissed, and I lowered her gently to my bed. I moved up and down her body kissing every wonderful inch. I lingered patiently at her wet pussy before moving back up. I kissed nibbled and licked back up to her belly button, and to her voluptuous breasts. I ran my lips softly across the nape of her neck, and nibbled tenderly on her earlobes. I kissed her cheeks and her forehead, and her cheeks again before falling back to her full lips. Once more our tongues swirled around the other’s. Soon, Kelly was tired of this game, and coaxed me to roll over. She moved over the top of me working her sensual magic over my entire body. She found each nerve ending. Her lips and tongue brushed my shoulders, my chest, my stomach, my sides, my hips and my legs. I floated in bliss. There was no hurry. This moment could last forever. Eventually though, she reached my manhood. Kelly let her practiced lips and tongue show her skills as an enchantress. She licked my balls, and nibbled my sac. Her hands worked my pulsating tool. Soon, she moved her tongue to the bottom of my shaft. She licked up and around until she reached the head. Her hand never stopped leisurely stroking the shaft. Her tongue swirled around my throbbing cock head. Finally, she kissed the tip lightly before engulfing my entire shaft in her warm mouth. I worked hard to keep from exploding. She must have sensed this, and stopped for a few moments while she looked directly into my eyes. Her deep dark gaze calmed me. Kelly continued to work my cock over. She moved her supple mouth and her deft hands up and down, twisting and swirling around the head and the shaft. Soon, the pressure was more than I could stand. Kelly squeezed my shaft hard, stopping my rise toward completion. In a moment her hips hovered above my rigid pole. Again, I looked into those beautiful dark eyes. Her passion and desire was evident. She mesmerized me with her radiance. Never had I known a woman so stunning, and so full of longing. I told her that she was the answer to all of my dreams. She lowered herself onto me ever so slowly. We stared into one another’s eyes as her sex slowly engulfed mine. Little by little we moved together. She was so soft, so warm, and so wet. She moved her hips up and down almost freeing my cock of her tight pussy, and then completely burying its full length within her tender warmth. Slowly at first, then steadily gaining speed, she thrust her hips over me, and on me. Soon, I began to thrust in time. I would push up and her down. Then I would move down, and her up. Faster and faster we fucked. More and more we shared our passion, and our love. We never let our eyes move from the others’. Our movements became quicker and more urgent, falling more deeply within the other’s soul. Kelly was moaning more intensely by the moment. Her fair flesh began to turn a light pink as the waves of orgasm began to wash over her. The more she fell into the glory of her desire, the more the pink rose until it finally covered her entire body with the flush of ecstasy. Her joy drew me with her, up and over the hill. I exploded inside her. Together, we were lost in the pleasure of the other, allowing our mutual passion to wash through us until we were one with our desire. We rolled over and over each wave of our shared rapture. We had become one in our pleasure, and did not want this moment to end. But, at long last, Kelly collapsed onto me, our loving gaze finally broken. Her soft cheek fell against mine. She whispered breathlessly into my ear that she would never forget me, and we slept peacefully in an affectionate embrace. *** I awoke with the afternoon sun shining brightly through the window. The smell and the taste of Kelly still overwhelmed me. I wondered if life could ever get any better. With Kelly, I knew it would. Lady in Black She was dressed in black, with gold jewelry, strawberry blonde hair. A bit older, every bit the successful middle aged professional. Married... She got on the plane after me, and I had to get up and let her into her seat next to the window. We chatted a bit, and I passed her drink over. We smiled and talked with her about the view of NYC. I told her which side of the plane to look out of to see the sights! She was very quiet, but made eye contact and smiled. We were both tired, and dozed on and off. Whenever she fell asleep, she would relax, and let her arm rest against mine. I had an enormous hard on, from her arm against mine, the attractive outfit, and the care taken with her appearance... and her smile. As she dozed, I scanned her body. Nice cleavage exposed, perhaps b-cups. Not thin at all, but nice. Comfortable. Again, well care taken of. Attractive for sure. She shifted in her seat,and turned towards me, placing her head on my shoulder, unaware for a moment that I was a stranger. I did not move, but let her rest. When she realized, she apologized. I smiled and told her her to relax and use my shoulder, that's what it was designed for. I told her It felt good to have an attractive woman leaning on me. She settled her head back onto my shoulder, her hand on my arm. My hard on was now actually moving with the beating of my heart. Her eyes were opened, and she was clearly watching. I resettled my hips. We started to talk. I asked her where she was going, where she was from... We talked about our trips.... I asked her when her meeting started, it was not until the next day. How about supper plans? In the big city, I could suggest some good places to go, out of the way, quiet...... She looked at me and said, she'd love to hear more. Well, why don't I just take you to a favorite place! As we talked about restaurants, I told her about some romantic places in Soho, and touched her knee when mentioning how a quiet restaurant I knew could be very romantic. She put her hand on my leg and we kissed. Once, for several seconds. The flight attendant was coming down the aisle, so we sat up straight and waited for our drinks. When we were alone again, we kissed and she found my leg, just to stroke it up and down, not going near my cock. I put my hand on her leg, and pressed my elbow firmly into her breast. our kisses lengthened, tongue's darting, teasing, exploring..... At the airport, we grabbed a cab, and took it to midtown, to her hotel. I told her I'd wait in the lobby until she got settled and came back down, and we'd find that restaurant.... While waiting in the lobby, she called my phone and asked me up. I knocked on the door, and she opened it... She was dressed in a terry cloth robe, and closed and locked the door behind me... Supper is on its way up here, she said, in 45 minutes. Enough time for us to get freshened up. With that, she helped me put my bags down. She then went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She looked out the door, and asked what I was waiting for, her back needed washing.... I undressed and went in, she was already in the shower, and was washing her hair.... I finished washing her hair, then took the soap into my hands and methodically washed every square inch of her body, from her toes to her ears. I spent extra time on her breasts and between her legs, being sure to get my fingers into every fold, every crease, and to feel her breasts. I washed everywhere. We washed my body together. She washed my cock and told me she had to get it in her hands, after staring at it so much on the plane..... I dried her off first, and put the robe on her. Then, with a towel around my waist, I answered the door. Room service was there with a bottle of wine, and some light food.... The waitress smiled at my wet body, barely covered by the towel... they're always too small! She openly stared at my exposed chest as I signed the bill. I handed it back to her, and walked her to the door. As she walked out, and the door started to close, I dropped the towel. The waitress turned around and smiled as the door closed... When I turned around, I found Helen in a camisole and panties.... we kissed and she handed me a glass of wine and a strawberry. Cheese and fruit were the appetizer, and she told me that she was the main course. And she scolded me for showing off to the waitress! After eating and drinking for a while, she stood in front of me and took my glass away. My hands roamed her body, my first kiss was between her breasts, my hands cupping them, feeling their weight again, loving the feel of the silk and the skin... I kissed her mouth, and down parts of her neck, and both shoulders while fondling her breasts... then kissed and grabbed her erect nipples through the silk.... kissed my way down her stomach and hips to her legs....sliding my hands up and down her legs.... then kissed between her thighs and placed one long, hard kiss directly on her clit, through her panties. I stood up and she grabbed my cock, bent over and took it in her mouth.... sucking and licking, feeling my body as she explored my cock with her tongue.... I pulled her up to kiss me, and pulled off her top, then stood her up and turned her around to face the bed. I pushed her down, but held onto her panties, so that she slipped out of them as she climbed up the bed. i followed and lay between her legs, forcing them far apart, and grabbed her ass in both hands, putting my tongue right into her pussy from behind.... licking her clit and diving deep into her pussy.... massaging her ass with my hands, I took her past the first moan of pleasure and made her tell me how good it felt.... then I kissed up her back and lay on top of her, nuzzling her face and letting her feel my cock between her legs, teasing her by pressing on her pussy, but not going in.. making her ass reach for me.... I got up and turned her over and started again, with kisses on her mouth, neck and shoulders... then I drove my cock all the way into her wet pussy, and stayed in, letting us both enjoy the feeling.... wet, warm.... straining with each other to get deeper.... her hands exploring my back, my ass, my face, pulling me closer to her and letting her kiss me at her speed. Our tongues flicking with each others, then exploring our mouths.... I fucked her with long steady strokes as we kissed, setting a rhythm that did not disturb our passion, but increased the intensity.... our focus moved from kissing to holding each other, and increasing the pace... harder and faster, dancing with each other.... her first orgasm crashed over me, and I did not waver, keeping the speed constant, driving my cock in and out of her pussy.... she came hard, but did not stop, and quickly headed into her second... at this point, I could no longer control myself.. the excitement of the day, and the raw sexual energy pushed me over the top, and we came together.... exploding, physical need winning..... We lay spent.... holding each other... my lips and tongue having given her more orgasms, her mouth giving me another.... it was time for dessert, but that needed to wait. Wait for us to regain our strength.... Lady In Black It was a bright early summers evening when I first saw her. I was cycling along a path, popular with cyclists and joggers alike, through some woods just outside of town. As I climbed slowly to the top of a brief, but steep, hill, she came jogging over the brow towards me, the sun behind her. At first I was blinded by the sun, so I couldn't see her very well, but as she got closer, I could see somebody .... a woman .... a young woman .... a sexy young woman .... a stunning young woman. I just caught a fleeting look at her as we passed each other, and then she was gone. I turned and glanced back, my bike wobbling as I looked at her slender back, at her taut ass in her black shorts, at her long, blonde pony tail bobbing up and down as she ran. I whistled softly to myself, shaking my head. I rode on for a few more miles, not really intending to go too far, and then headed back down the same path, and back to town. I couldn't believe it when I saw her coming towards me again, perhaps making her way back to one of the villages close by. This time the sun was behind me, so I could see her more clearly. I slowed down, my eyes drawn to her. She was dressed all in black. Her hair was held back by a black ribbon, her firm, rounded breasts, hidden behind a black vest top that clung to her, her ass and legs covered by tight, Lycra shorts that reached down her thighs. I could just make out the line of her panties and sports bra beneath her clothes. Her face was very pretty, almost serene, her lips full and kissable. Her eyes, as she looked at me as I passed her, were a deep blue. Her arms and face, her shoulders and legs, were suntanned, her skin glistening softly, a thin sheen of perspiration along her top lip. She smiled as she passed me, an almost shy smile that lit up her face. I guessed she was about my age, twenty eight, but looked younger. And then she was gone. I glanced back again, but only caught a glimpse of her ass rocking from side to side as she rounded a corner and dropped out of sight. That had been on a Tuesday. For the next few days, I couldn't get her out of my mind. So, after work on Friday, I set off along the same path again, at about the same time, hoping to see her again but totally unsure of what I might do if I did. I just knew that I had to see her. And I did. It was about the same place on the path, but I almost missed her as she came over the hill as I reached the top, looking less that elegant as I struggled up the slope. She glanced across at me, and then disappeared down the hill before I could even muster my thoughts. But half an hour later, as I headed home, there she was again. I slowed down, flashing her what I hoped was my most friendly smile, and was instantly rewarded with a flash of her small, white, even teeth as she smiled back. I thought about her and little else over the weekend, and on Monday at work. By the time I finished work, I couldn't wait to get home, change, and head out on my bike. My heart was thumping as I headed into the woods – would she be there, would she see me, would she recognise me? And then she was there again, smiling that smile as she jogged past, my eyes drawn to her face, then down to the soft movement of her breasts. I looked back when she was past me, my eyes locked on her gorgeous ass. On the way back down the hill, the same happened again – except as I turned, she did as well, smiling a laughing, knowing smile at me, knowing exactly where I was looking, and giving me a little wave. The next day I was back again – and so was she. After that, we "met" almost everyday. Our smiles and waves became friendlier, our looks more open. We exchanged "Hi's" and "Hello's", a brooding desire developing – at least in my mind. But nothing else happened. Each time I saw her, my heart thumped and my cock rose up - and my mouth went totally dry as my shyness rose to the surface. And then, on a Monday, she wasn't there. I rode up through the woods as normal, expecting to see her, but met no one. I rode back down slowly, hoping that she was just later than normal. But there was no sight of her – either then, or for the next few days. I cursed myself for my shyness, for not speaking to her sooner, for the lost opportunity of meeting her properly, of – well who knows what? I was due to go on holiday with some mates at the end of the week, and in a way it was a relief. It might at least take my mind off of her. Stupidly, it was only then that I thought that she might be on holiday as well. My heart leapt – yes, that would explain it! Usually, two weeks in the sun flies by, but this time it dragged. The day after I got back, I headed out on my bike after work, anxious to see her again. As I headed for the woods, all the old doubts came back. What if she hadn't been on holiday? What if she had moved, or jogged somewhere else now, or was avoiding me, or ........ the thoughts just clattered through my head. And then, for the first time in three weeks, I saw her. She was dressed as usual in black, but her tan was deeper, fresher – and her smile beamed out as soon as she saw me. In a moment she was past me, waving back as I turned to wave to her, to look at her. On the way back, she stopped as soon as she saw me, standing with her hands on her hips, her chest rising and falling as she breathed. I slowed down and stopped, suddenly as tongue tied as ever. "Hi," was all I could say, my eyes drawn to the rising of her breasts, to the perfect outline of her nipples through her top. "Hi," she smiled back, and then jogged off again. I turned and watched her go. She turned as well, running backwards for a few steps as she waved. I saw her lips move, just as I caught her words on the breeze. "See you tomorrow ...." And then she was gone. I rode on, a stupid grin across my face. Suddenly, all was well with the world. The next day, something was different, something looked different. It was her top. The vest top had gone, and she was wearing a cropped top. It was still black, but ended just under her breasts, leaving her flat, suntanned tummy bare. Her breasts looked softer, more rounded, and I realised with a start that she wasn't wearing a bra. She smiled and waved and was gone. My cock rose up, painfully hard – and stayed that way in anticipation of seeing her again on my way back. The next day her shorts were different - still black, but shorter, and looser around her long legs. When I turned, they barely seemed to cover the bottom of her taut cheeks as she ran. She smiled that delicious, knowing smile again, and my body reacted as I'm sure she knew it would. The next day I decided to play her game as well. I swapped my Lycra cycling shorts for a looser pair, and wore a vest instead of a tee shirt. I work out when I can, and think I look okay, especially after two weeks of getting a good tan. On the spur of the moment, just I reached the woods, I stopped and pulled my top off. It had been a hot day, and already my chest was glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration. She grinned when she saw me, and stopped in the middle of the path. Now I could feel her eyes on me, raking across my muscular chest and flat belly, down to the well developed muscles on my thighs. I reached down and pulled my drinks bottle from its holder. She had changed her top as well – it was looser now, and lower cut. We looked at each other openly as we shared a drink. She tiled the bottle back, some of the drink dribbling out and down her chin. I watched as it dripped onto her chest, then ran slowly down between her breasts. As she leant forward to put my drinks bottle away, the edge of her top fell loosely downwards, and I almost groaned out loud as my eyes locked onto her deep, tanned cleavage. She stood up, grinned, and was gone. When we passed on the way down she called out something about "tomorrow....". The next day was the Friday of a long Bank Holiday weekend – and I couldn't wait to see her. But as I approached the path were we met almost everyday, there was no sign of her. I slowed down, then stopped, deciding to wait around for a while. It was then that I heard a soft moan. I walked up the path a little way, pushing my bike, but couldn't see anyone – or anything. I walked a little further, and then heard it again. I looked around. On the left, the path was edged by a row of trees, after which there were just open fields. But on the right, the trees were thicker in places, and it seemed to be there that the noise was coming from. It only because I heard the soft moan again that I spotted the gap between two trees. They were very close together, at an angle, and almost hid the entrance to a small clearing. I leant my bike against a tree, and walked past them. She was sat facing me, her back against a fallen tree, bathed in the glittering sunlight that was filtering through the trees into the small clearing. She was reaching forward, rubbing her leg, but looked up as I approached her. She smiled weakly, apparently in pain. "Are you okay?" I asked her, kneeling down at her side. "Cramp, I think," she told me, sliding her hands up and down her bare calf. My eyes dropped to her small, neat, hands, watching as they moved over her soft, tanned skin. I couldn't help myself – despite her apparent pain, my eyes roamed up her bare legs, over her smooth thighs, to the shorts that had ridden high up. Her shorts clung tightly around her mound as she leant forward, her breasts swaying as she moved. I stared at her breasts, at her deep cleavage, at the hint of her dark, erect nipples. I looked up – and found her staring at me. "Will you help me?" she asked, her voice a little husky. I nodded dumbly, not daring myself to speak. She leant back again, her breasts pressing forward against her top. I knelt at her side and reached down to run my hands over her calf, leaning over her and holding her ankle with one hand while I kneaded her calf with the other. The closeness of her, her smell, the feel of her skin against my hand, all sent messages straight to my cock. I stifled a moan, all the time becoming more and more aware of her. I rubbed her leg harder, suddenly realising that her muscles didn't feel tense at all, that there was no cramp. And then she touched me. As I leant over her, she reached out and touched my leg, her hand pressing down hard into the muscles of my thigh. Then her hand was moving upwards into the leg of my shorts, into the thin Lycra lining that meant I didn't need to wear any boxers. Her hand was like fire on me as she touched my cock, as she squeezed me, as I let out a deep moan. She sighed as she ran her hand along my shaft, as her thumb rubbed across my cock head. I was frozen to the spot, unable – or unwilling – to move as her hand moved slowly up and down, my breathing harsh. "Fuck me," she whispered. At first I thought I misheard her, but then she spoke again as she pulled her hand away, louder, more urgently. "I want you ... fuck me ... fuck me hard ... quickly." She rolled away from me and turned to lean over the fallen tree, her ass pointing at me. I shuffled on my knees behind her, dragging her shorts and panties down over her ass. I gasped – her ass was a perfect heart shape, her puckered hole hidden between the cleft of her firm, tight cheeks. Her skin was tanned like the rest of her, just the hint of a pale line where she'd been wearing a thong. She wriggled her ass, her tight little hole now winking back at me. "Quickly..." I dragged my shorts down, my cock springing up, as thick and as hard as I could remember being in a long while. She eased her legs apart as pressed my cock between her thighs, my pre cum smearing across her warm skin. I felt her hand reaching for me for briefly, guiding me. And then I was inside her, inside her warm, wet pussy, being pulled deep into her body. I pressed hard, sliding into her in one long thrust, meeting her as she pushed back against me. I held her hips, both of us moaning as I held us together, her tight pussy moulded around my throbbing cock. I began to move, sliding into her slowly at first, then deeper, harder, faster, meeting her demands as our cries echoing around the trees. She came quickly, her juices hot around my cock as her climax tore through her. I reached out and ran a finger tip over her ass, scratching her lightly and making her cry out again as I drove into her. My cum erupted inside her, my cock jerking as jets of thick cum spurted into her pussy. I held her hips tight, dragging her against me, my head thrown back as I cried out. I slumped against her, both of us gasping for breath. After a few seconds, I knelt back up, turning her and pulling her into my arms. We kissed for the first time, neither of us really wanting to speak. We kissed gently at first, our lips barely touching, our tongues flicking out and meeting occasionally. Then I felt her tongue licking deliciously across my lips, then sliding between them, then dancing across mine. I moaned and pulled her closer, feeling the warmth, the softness of her breasts against me. Her hand snaked down between us, reaching for my cock as our mouths locked together. My cock rose up almost immediately. I glanced down, surprised at how hard I was so quickly. She saw my glance and raised an eyebrow as if to say "I'm not complaining". We kissed again, her hand sliding down my cock to cup my balls as I reached to caress her breast through her top. I eased her down onto her back in the soft grass. I stood up, my cock bouncing in front of me as I stood over her and quickly pulled my shorts off while she did the same. As I dropped quickly back to my knees she reached for my cock with one hand, and snaked her other arm around my neck, pulling me to her. Seconds later my cock was nudging against her pussy, and then I was inside her again, sliding easily through her juices and my cum until my balls were resting against her ass. I stopped then, letting her hold me tight, her breasts squashed between us, our lips and tongues moving against each other. I moved slowly, rocking against her as her hips, her pussy, came up to meet me. We rolled over, still locked together, and she began to fuck me, sliding up my cock just a few inches at a time before dropping her body down hard to take me back deep inside her pussy. Gradually her movements become faster, more urgent, her breathing harsher. She cried out as she came, her moans muffled against my shoulder as she bit me. We rolled over again, and I fucked her hard, desperate to come again, to make her mine. I clamped my mouth onto her swollen nipple through her clothes, nipping and sucking as she clung to me, as my cum filled her. Eventually I rolled away from her. I lay on my back beside her, our arms touching, catching my breath. We rolled together and kissed quickly, suddenly aware of our nakedness, of where we were. We dressed quickly, and headed down the path, walking together as I pushed my bike. She reached for my hand as we walked and talked. She told me that she lived in an apartment only half a mile away, so we headed there. We locked my bike up outside, and then headed towards her ground floor flat. As she pulled her key from her pocket, she turned back to me. "By the way," she said, blushing slightly, "My name's Helen." I stared at her for a moment. "Pete," I said, before we both dissolved into giggles. She opened the door quickly and pulled me inside. We couldn't stop laughing, perhaps from the release of tension, perhaps from embarrassment, perhaps from the relief of being together at last. Once we recovered, Helen showed me around. From the entrance hall, there was a bathroom off to the left, and a bedroom opposite the main door. To the right was lounge, with a small kitchen off of that. The whole apartment felt light and roomy, and some how suited Helen perfectly. She led me into the kitchen and poured us each a glass of wine. "Hungry?" I nodded, and watched as she opened the fridge. She started pulling some things out onto the work top. "Why don't you grab a shower, while I rustle up a salad or something?" It was on the tip of my tongue to suggest that she join me, but something told me that she needed time on her own. Helen pointed out where the towels were, and left me to it. Ten minutes later, I rejoined her, a towel around my waist. I smiled at her, enjoying her eyes on me as I squeezed into the kitchen next to her. She pointed to the plates and dishes scattered around, and asked me to take them out onto the table while used the shower. She gave me the briefest of kisses as she passed, and then left me to it. By the time I'd moved everything onto the table, and topped up our wine glasses, she was back. I felt my cock stretching as she came back into the room. She was wearing a loosely tied towelling robe that reached half way down her thighs, showing off her legs as she walked. It hung open a little as she combed her fingers through her hair, the movement of her arms pulling the two sides apart to offer me glimpses of her cleavage. I sat down quickly, smiling at her, indicating the food with a flourish. We ate hungrily, chatting between mouthfuls, talking about anything and everything. Afterwards, we cleared up together and then sat on the settee that ran along one edge of the room. We sat at opposite ends, but turned towards one another to talk. Helen curled one leg up on the settee, her gown falling away from her thigh. She reached across and touched my leg when we shared a joke, both of us totally at ease. I got up and refilled our wine glasses. I went to put them back down on the coffee table by the settee, but Helen stood up. "I've got a better idea," she told me. Taking her glass from me, she took my hand and led me through to the bedroom. Helen took my wine glass from me and put it down with hers, before switching on the lamp on the bedside table. She stepped back into my arms, her body warm against me even through her robe. We kissed, a long, lingering kiss, letting our passion, our desire, rise through our bodies as our tongues slipped and danced across each other. She moved her hand down my chest and belly, running her fingers through the dark hairs, scratching me lightly with her nails. I shuddered with pleasure as she dipped her head and toyed with my nipples, one after the other, biting and sucking them. I moaned as her mouth moved over my chest, and then down onto my belly as she dropped to her knees in front of me. I looked down at her, my fingers entwined in her hair as she reached for the towel that still hung around my waist. She looked up at me, and then down as she tugged at the towel, her eyes widening as my cock bounced free, as she looked at me properly for the first time. I'm told that I've got a good sized cock, thick as well as long, and slightly curved at the end when I'm hard – or very hard as I was now. Helen sighed, and then leant forward, her tongue flicking to lick away a bead of pre cum, my cock jerking at her touch. She slipped her hand around my shaft, watching intently as she slowly peeled my skin back, pulling back tight and squeezing another drop of my clear fluid out of me. Helen rubbed her thumb across my cock head, massaging my pre cum into me, her eyes now on mine. She pushed my cock up against my belly, and – still looking at me – ran her tongue up my shaft, from the very base to the very tip. Then she did it again, this time starting lower as her tongue ran across my balls, then again, this time sucking my balls gently into her mouth, one at a time. I groaned as she pulled my cock back towards her, and again as my cock head disappeared into her mouth, her lips stretched around me, her tongue licking at me. She sucked hard, and I automatically pushed my hips forward, driving my cock deeper into her mouth. We both moaned as she sucked me, as I rocked my hips against the bobbing of her head. I felt my balls tightening, but I wanted more, much more, of Helen. Lady In Black I eased backwards, pulling my cock away from her. She looked up, and I took her hands and pulled her to her feet. She was stood maybe a foot in front of me, my cock still jutting out towards her. Her robe was hanging open a little, showing me a hint of her breasts and tummy. I reached out and tugged at the loosely tied belt. It came undone as she stepped closer, as she reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck. We kissed, her naked breasts warm and firm against me, her nipples pressing into me. I felt the soft hair on her mound brushing against my cock, her belly warm against mine. I moaned against her lips as I reached around her and pulled her tight to me, my hands cupping her shapely ass through her robe. I broke our kiss and turned her around in my arms. She stood still, her back to me, as I brushed her hair to one side and leant forward to kiss the side of her neck. I eased her robe off her shoulders a little and kissed them one at a time, savouring the feel, the taste of her skin. I slipped the robe off her shoulders completely and stood back, watching it slide down her arms and onto the floor, leaving her naked for the first time. I gazed down at her perfect ass, remembering the sight of her bent over the fallen tree in the woods. I reached out to her and turned her back towards me. I groaned as I looked at her breasts for the first time. They were bigger, firmer than I'd imagined, with tips that seemed to sweep upwards, her dark, erect nipples perched at the end. Her belly was flat, and flared out into her hips, then back into her long, shapely legs. Her pussy nestled at the junction of her thighs, her pouting lips barely hidden by the neatly trimmed short, soft hair. "Come," she said, taking my hand and leading me to the bed that now seemed to fill the room. We kissed again at the side of the bed, before she pushed me gently backwards. I lay back and held my arms out for her to join me, but instead she indicated for me to roll onto my front. I did, and she quickly straddled me, sitting on my thighs and leaning forward to rub my back and shoulders, her hands moving slowly but firmly over me. I could feel her gradually moving backwards, her ass sliding along my legs as she stretched out further. Her breasts, her hard nipples, stroked along my back and across my ass. She moved to one side of me, kneeling on the bed as her hands moved along my legs, sliding higher, then around to the inside of my thighs. I instinctively opened my legs, feeling her hands siding between them, then up and onto my ass. Helen leant forward again, showering my back with kisses as her hand slipped between my legs and stroked my balls, before sliding underneath me to stroke my cock. "Turn over," she whispered huskily, her breath hot in my ear. I rolled over, my cock rearing up then slapping back against my belly. She leant over me again, kissing and biting my nipples, then down over my belly until she was above my cock. I reached for her, cupping her breasts, feeling them filling my hand for the first time as she licked along my shaft. I rubbed her nipple, her moans suddenly muffled as she engulfed my cock in her warm, wet mouth. I reached out to her, caressing her ass, feeling her long, blonde hair swishing across my thighs as her head bobbed up and down. I held her hips, pulling her towards me. For a moment my cock slipped out of her mouth as she moved as I wanted her to, straddling me and lowering her pussy towards my mouth. I pulled her to me, reaching up and flicking my tongue across her clit and pussy, feeling her juices wet on me. I sucked on her, tasting her, as she dropped her head again and drew me back into her willing mouth. For a few minutes the room was quite except for our moans, for the wet, exciting sounds of sex. Then, with a groan, Helen lifted her head away from my cock, unable to cope with my throbbing cock as her own orgasm started to build. She pushed her ass back towards me, pressing her pussy harder against my mouth, grinding down against my tongue and lips. Her hands were still on me as her head rocked from side to side, as I drove my tongue deep inside her, as I sucked and licked and kissed her clit and pussy. Her grip tightened on my shaft as I pulled her to me, my hands on her hips, then across her ass, a finger rubbing at her puckered hole. Then she came, her juices flooding into my mouth. I sucked her hard, then more gently, my tongue flicking inside as her body trembled at the force of her orgasm as it crashed through her. She cried out, her head now resting against my cock as her orgasm ran its course. I pulled her around, kissing her, sharing her taste as she fed my cock into her hot pussy. I drove into her, lifting my hips off the bed as I buried my cock deep inside her. She sat up, leaning back, her breast thrust upwards. I reached for her as she fell forward again, her breasts filling my hands, her nipples hard against my palms. I fucked her hard - hard and fast and deep as we both cried out. Helen came again, holding me tight as I drove into her, as my cum flooded her, my cock jerking inside her with every thick jet of cum. We clung to each other afterwards, kissing gently until my cock slipped out of her. We lay on our backs, side by side, catching our breath, our bodies just touching. I watched Helen as she got up to fetch our wine glasses, watching how beautiful and sexy she was. I watched as she leant forward to pick the glasses up, how her breasts swung forward, still firm and full and shapely. I watched her ass as she moved away from me, her pussy peeking out, wet and fulfilled, as she leant forward. I watched how graceful she was, how she moved, as she came back to me. I sat up a little and took my glass from her, reaching forward to cup her breast. She giggled and brushed my hand away, lying on her side beside me, her head propped up on her hand as we sipped our wine and talked. We told each other about ourselves, laughing and chatting. Helen put her wine glass to one side and touched my chest as we talked, her fingers rubbing me lightly. Her hand roamed over my chest and belly, moving gradually towards my cock. She stroked me, my shaft stiffening in her hand, her eyes now on mine. Helen leant over so that we could kiss, her breasts sweeping across my chest. I slipped a hand behind her neck, holding her lightly as our tongues explored, her hand moving slowly up and down. She broke our kiss and sat beside me, her legs tucked under her gorgeous ass. Leaning over, she sucked me, moistening my cock before sitting up again. She looked intently at my cock as she began stroking me again, her hand pulling my skin back tight before sliding back up my shaft. Her other hand curled around my balls, caressing and squeezing them. She murmured quietly, almost to herself, saying how big I was, how hard, how thick, how long. And every time she spoke my cock jerked in her hand, and seemed to grow even harder, longer, thicker. I groaned as Helen started to move faster, as she leant over and sucked me, as her fingers strayed beyond my balls towards my ass. Her hand became a blur, my moans deeper and louder. I sat up, pulling her to me, kissing her hard, her hair a curtain around us. I groaned that I would cum, that I wanted her, but she just kissed me harder and pushed me back on the bed. I lay back, my body tensing as my balls tightened. She leant forward, her breasts swaying over me, my cock brushing against them. I cried out as I came, as fountains of cum erupted from my throbbing cock. Helen held me, moving my cock between her breasts and against her nipples, aiming my jets of cum at her body. As my cum subsided, she rubbed my cock against her rock hard nipples, both of moaning at the sensations sweeping our bodies. Helen ran a finger between her breasts, scooping up some cum before sucking her finger into her mouth, her eyes locked on mine. She did it again, but this time held her finger out to me. It sucked it tentatively, tasting my cum. Then we kissed, sharing more of the taste, the feel, of me. After wiping the rest of my cum from Helen, we lay back again. This time I had my head propped up while Helen lay flat – and this time it was me gently running my hand over her body. I ran my hand over her flat belly, feeling the taut muscles as I caressed her. She moaned softly, relaxing back on the bed and enjoying my touch. I slid my hand up towards her breasts, running my fingers over the underside of them, then up towards her nipples. Helen moaned as cupped one breast, rubbing her nipple with the ball of my thumb as I leant over her and licked the other one. I sucked on her, gently at first, then harder as drew her nipple, and then part of her breast, into my mouth. She reached out to me, holding my head, her fingers wrapped in my hair and pulling me to her. I rubbed her hard nipples, catching the taut, rubbery flesh between my tongue and the roof of my mouth as I sucked her. She was almost writhing under me, her hands reaching past me to rub at her own clit. I pushed them away, wanting her, wanting to tease her. I slid lower, my tongue trailing down between her breasts, then down onto her belly. I swirled my tongue around her belly button as I moved down the bed and between her legs. I looked up at her. Helen had her eyes shut, her head thrown back. She was holding her own breasts, caressing her nipples. She sighed with pleasure, with anticipation, as I slid my hands under her tight ass. I flicked my tongue across her clit, sending tremors through her body. I sucked on her gently, my tongue moving against her erect flesh. She reached for my head again, her legs thrown open, and pushed me down towards her pussy. Her hips rose up off the bed as she urged me on, as she made it clear what she wanted, what she needed. I teased her for a moment longer, sucking her clit then turning my head sideways to kiss and lick my way along the soft insides of her thighs. I looked down at her pussy, at her dark pink lips, swollen with desire. She pulled her knees back, exposing herself totally to me. I licked from her clit downwards, sucking and licking, teasing her clit and pussy, poking at her tight puckered hole with my tongue – and then plunged my tongue inside her, sucking on her, licking her. Helen writhed under me, her body on fire. I licked her and sucked her and kissed her. I sucked on her lips, one at a time, then both together. I fucked her with my tongue, plunging my tongue inside her to reach as deep as I could. I toyed with her clit, nibbling her and sucking while I slid my finger inside her wanton body. I teased her ass, feeling the tight, sensitive ridges around her ass beneath my fingers and tongue. I moved from her clit to her pussy and back again, learning from her reactions, from her body, what she wanted, what she needed. I discovered new things about her as she guided me from one part of her body to another, as her climax built deep inside her. When she came, it was if a tidal wave of pleasure had ripped through her. She cried out, her grip on my hair tightening as she clamped her thighs around my head. Her juices flooded from her as a rosy tinge crept up between her breasts. She let go of me so that she could grab her own breasts again and tug at her engorged nipples. Her tightly clenched thighs kept my mouth hard against her, her juices gushing into my mouth. I licked and sucked her, prolonging her agony, her ecstasy, as her body trembled with the strength of her climax. "Fuck me," was all I could hear as she cried out again, "Fuck me hard ... quickly ... now ... please ...." I dragged myself away from her, and knelt up. Helen still had her knees drawn back, and for a moment I just gazed down at her beautiful, sexy body. Her lips were red and engorged, her clit erect. Her body was slick with her juices, her ass winking at me, wet and inviting. I glanced at my cock, at how hard I was despite cumming not long ago. I pressed forward, and drove my cock into Helen's waiting body. Her pussy clenched around my cock, moulding itself to every vein, every ridge, every contour of me. I leant over her as she wrapped her long legs around me, drawing me even deeper inside her pussy. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them, her nipples rock hard as I dipped my head and drew them into my mouth, my ass tightening as I pumped into her. She reached around me, her finger finding my ass and pushing inside me. I let out an almost animal like roar as I drove into her even harder, her finger plunging inside me as I came, as she came, as we clung together, our lust, our need, our desire, satisfied for now. We fell asleep curled up together, my arms around her, cupping her breasts while my cock lay between her cheeks. And that was how we woke up hours later, woken by the sunlight filtering through the curtains. Helen rolled onto her back and stretched, her body naked for me to stare at, to savour. "Morning," I told her as I leant over and kissed her. We made love again, slowly, almost lazily, taking our time as Helen lay on top of me before we rolled over, our hands and mouths exploring wherever they could reach while our bodies were fused together as one. Afterwards, Helen used the bathroom, and then went to get us some fruit juice while I took my turn. I sat on the bed, propped up against the pillows, and watched her as she returned, enjoying the fluid movement of her lean but curvy nakedness. She lay across the bed, her head on my thighs, sitting up just enough to drink her juice as I reached down to hold her. Helen sat up and took my glass from me when we'd finished our drinks. She lay back down on the bed, this time lying face down across the bed. I joined her, my arm around her, my hand moving slowly up and down her back. We chatted for a while, still finding out about each other. As we talked, we looked at each other in the mirror at the side of the bed, nodding and smiling. As the minutes passed, I rolled onto my side, my hand moving lower onto Helen's ass, my fingers sliding along the deep cleft between her tight cheeks. Her legs eased apart as I searched lower, quickly finding her still hungry pussy, my fingers playing across her clit and pussy before slipping inside her as pushed her ass upwards. She reached a hand between us, quickly finding my hardening cock. She stroked me, her hand moving in time to mine as I fingered her. Letting go of me, she rose up onto her hands and knees, her back arched, her ass pointing at me as I moved behind her. "Quickly," she urged me, looking back over her shoulder. I eased my cock into her again, our eyes locked in the mirror in front of us. I reached around her, holding her swaying breasts as I moved with her, our bodies rocking together. As her pussy tightened around my cock, as I reached deeper inside, as I moved faster, I held her hips, my eyes drawn to her ass. I eased her cheeks apart, gazing down at her tight, puckered hole. Glancing up, I saw Helen watching me in the mirror. I slipped a hand under her, and rubbed a finger across her pussy. My eyes were on hers again in the mirror as I rubbed my now wet finger against her ass. I pressed harder, and then I was inside her, just the tip of my finger but still she moaned and pressed back against me, enjoying the new experience. She watched and moaned as I fingered her gently, my cock deep inside her. "I want you there," she murmured, her eyes on mine. At first I wasn't sure what she had said, or what she meant. "I want you there ... I want all of you ... I want to give you everything ... quickly ..." With a groan I pulled my cock out of her, and rested it against her ass, my cock head next to the puckered entrance. "Yes," she almost hissed, "Please...." I stroked my fingers along my cock, leaving them wet with her juices, before pushing back inside her pussy. "No ..... " she moaned, before realising what I was doing as I eased my fingers back inside her. A few minutes later she spoke again. "Now..." was all she said. I pulled my fingers out of her ass, and my cock from her pussy. Leaning over her, I pressed my cock head, now drenched in her juices, against her ass. Helen moaned and pushed back against me, and then, with an almost audible "pop" I was inside her. I sank down into her slowly, just my cock head to start with, then an inch of my throbbing shaft, then two inches, then all of me. I held still as both of us got used to the sensations pouring through us. I fucked her slowly, only speeding up when she told me to, when she reached under herself and rubbed her clit. Then her fingers were inside her pussy, pushing up against my cock as I drove into her faster and deeper. My cock was on fire, waves of pain and pleasure ripping through me. I cried out that I was going to cum just as Helen let out a sob of pleasure, her body tightening around me. My cum gushed from me, the first few spurts deep inside Helen's ass, and then I was pulling out of her, stroking my cock and sending what seemed like endless streams of cum onto her ass and back, and then onto her breasts and face as she rolled over, her fingers still embedded in her pussy. When we had got our breath back, Helen led me to the shower. This time we showered together, running soapy hands over each other as the water cascaded over us, washing the cum and juices from our bodies. We dried each other in big white towels, and then rustled up some toast and coffee for breakfast, sitting around naked apart from the towels wrapped around us. Over breakfast, we planned our long weekend, not needing to say that we would spend it together. I helped Helen clear up, and then asked innocently "Where shall we start then..." Helen grinned and tugged my towel away. She reached for my cock, and gave me a lewd look as she reached up to kiss me. "I know exactly where we can start," she murmured against my lips. Who was I to argue?? THE END Lady in Black Sadly, I rolled over to find the other side of the bed cold and empty. Confused, I looked down from the loft, searching. The apartment seemed frigid and desolate. I felt like someone had put their hand inside me and ripped out all that had meaning. I rolled from my bed, and went down the stairs. I wandered about the little apartment as if I was lost. It had only been one night, but I knew no other woman could ever inspire me as much. Desperate to end the pain, I walked to the small bar for a bottle and a shot glass. Instead, I found that little derringer atop a large manila envelope. The words “I will never forget you, my love” were written in beautiful script on the big envelope. For the first time in over twenty years, tears began to well in my eyes. I wiped them dry, and opened the envelope. Inside were bills—one hundred dollar bills—four packs of fifty, and all well worn. That was ten years ago. *** I sold the Buick, bullet hole and all, to an old ex-friend that lived down the Bayou. I bought a new used car from someone that I never met before. I haven’t had any problems since. I started to write my own music. It helped me to keep in touch with the past. And, I began to sing my own lyrics. My career took off. The critics said they haven’t heard such raw emotion since Skip James. I wonder about the analogy. James never found peace. I’ve been with other women. I’ve been with many women since that day, and still can’t get rid of this empty feeling. Most call it loneliness. I just call it pain. End