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Recollection

By: Chanson_bleu



For J, on your birthday. You've made reality better than fiction.

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Jim was lying in bed at home, staring at the ceiling as the light was fading. Although he was physically drained, he could not bring himself to close his eyes and relax. His mind was filled with images of the weekend just past. He had spent two days and nights in a hotel room with a woman he had never seen before, but knew as intimately as anyone on earth. It had been truly the most memorable, powerful 48 hours of his life. 

Jim's analytical nature took over; he began to retrace, again, how he ended up in this emotional maelstrom. He chuckled thinking about the circumstances, such a short time ago, under which he fell into an Internet relationship, something he had always mocked upon hearing of others in the same situation. 

He and Gina had started as casual correspondents, exchanging occasional e-mails about a common interest. Having recently divorced, he was looking to develop a real-life relationship, maybe with a hot young babe, rather than becoming someone's long distance pen-pal. Nevertheless, they were both accomplished writers which made him look forward to reading her commentary on many different subjects. In turn, he enjoyed composing his replies, engaging in a subtle competition to create as witty and interesting insights as he had received. 

He eventually discovered that Gina was married with children, struggling through a contentious, sometimes abusive relationship. He gave her sound, objective advice, as well as confided in her his feelings about his recent divorce, the affects it had on his psyche. Without any intent, they bared more and more of their souls to each other in an effortless, natural way. Soon, Jim was amazed to discover that he was thinking of Gina all the time, wondering what she was doing at that moment, worrying about her so far away.

One of the things that drew him to her, particularly at the point where he recognized the swell of love replacing a pleasant friendship, was how vulnerable she was. It wasn't a needy kind of thing, just a deep hurt and longing crying out to be soothed. Of course, she would never have admitted to it, relying on her confidence and sense of humor to be the traits that the world would recognize her by. But he knew better. And contrary to his sensible and prudent disposition, he would find a way to be the one to make it right in her life, even across the great distance and despite her marital status.

They had taken up online chatting, late at night, after her family had gone to bed. The hours flew by quickly as they communicated line by line, their familiarity and understanding increasing exponentially. In the wee hours of one morning as they were agreeing that it was time to log off and go to bed, Jim found he could no longer wait to tell Gina how he felt about her. He summoned up his courage and typed, "I love you." He pressed the Enter key to transmit the message that could change his life. He held his breath, waiting for the response. 

Although it only took a few seconds, an eternity seemed to pass before another line appeared in his chat window: "I love you." He exhaled forcefully. Then another line, "Oh my god. Now what?!" 

Their correspondence became even more frequent, filled with expressions of love and hope and what-ifs. Jim constantly checked his e-mail box to see if there were any new messages. It was sometimes difficult for Gina to privately access her computer which she shared with her husband, so the many hours between new messages were frustrating. When his screen materialized with the announcement, "You have 1 new message," Jim's heart leapt as he eagerly opened the new missive.

They both readily agreed that they had to meet in person, at the earliest possible moment. Naturally, Gina's situation made it very difficult. She finally came up with a plan to visit relatives in a city near Jim's location. Once the plans were made, they still had to wait four weeks. Four tortuous weeks, anticipating, worrying, filled with elation. Jim rehearsed the meeting in his mind, over and over. His normal self-confidence seemed to erode when he began to imagine that Gina wouldn't like him in person as much as online, or that she would ultimately decide that staying with her husband was her only recourse. Jim resolved to make her see, somehow, that he would be her protector, her friend, her lover forever. 

Jim lay there, smiling at the recollection of his determination. The memory unexpectedly energized him; he got up from the bed and made his way into his bathroom. He started to empty his shaving kit and put away the various items. He reached in and pulled out a small box. He didn't recognize it until he saw the logo of the hotel where they had stayed emblazoned on it. He lifted the box to his nose, inhaling the scent of the soap. Instantly, he was struck by the image of being with Gina in the shower, her laughing heartily as he created a rich lather over her stomach and breasts. His eye caught his reflection in the mirror, a wide grin on his face. He placed the soap on the counter, allowing his hand to linger on it for just a moment.

When he had finished in the bathroom, Jim went back into his room, flipped on the light switch and turned his attention to his suitcase. With characteristic precision, he examined each item of clothing, relegating it to the laundry basket or returning it to the closet or dresser with care. When he lifted out a blue shirt, he hesitated for a moment. He gripped the fabric as another vision overtook him. 

Jim was wearing that shirt when he and Gina met for the first time. He was surprised that perspiration stains weren't more obvious, considering the intensity of his nervousness as he paced the lobby, waiting for her to arrive. He remembered watching a taxi pull up to the front door, somehow knowing she was inside. He stood off to the side in order to watch her unobserved. When she stepped out of the car, he recognized her immediately. His breath caught in his throat. Her pictures didn't do her justice. Her face, her dress, her hair, were perfect. And then, an image that would always strike him as the moment that he was certain there was no turning back on his love for her.

She stood facing the entrance to the hotel, her suitcase at her side. She just stood there, not moving, seemingly paralyzed. The look on her face expressed everything she was feeling, everything that he loved about her. She had a wide-eyed stare; part wonder, part fear. The vulnerability he had discerned reading between the lines of their correspondence was confirmed. He saw her swallow, then close her eyes for a moment. He imagined she was gathering up her courage to take the last few steps towards a meeting that would change her life. He felt the urge to race to her, but he refrained, knowing he had to let her take those steps alone.

Jim sighed and placed the shirt in the laundry basket. His memory of the next few hours was a blur. When she stepped through the door into the lobby, she looked straight at him and ran into his arms, as if she had done it a thousand times before. They managed to find the elevator and the correct room. Once the door closed behind them, they didn't lose contact with each other for quite some time. Their clothes somehow ended up on the floor. They fell together, a tangle of lips and tongues, probing fingers and urgent caresses. His passion for her engulfed him; all his plans for their first encounter, to slowly build to a crescendo, were overwhelmed by the imperative need to unite with her. He had never before been consumed by such a sensation, something that totally transcended the physical realm. Jim couldn't recall the exact moment he penetrated her, only that he eventually found himself riding a tidal wave of overpowering pleasure. He had a sense she was clinging to him with the same urgency, their bodies moving together, their souls merging. He cried out with ecstasy and relief as his pent-up emotions burst forth with his seed into her. 

Jim had no awareness of the next segment of time; he had no idea how long had passed until he felt Gina's hand stroking his hair. He lifted his head. He immediately recognized tears on her cheeks, which startled him. He raised himself off her and peered at her intently. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, alarmed that he had ruined their first time together.

Gina's face dissolved into a look of confusion. "What do you mean? Oh, Jim, I was so afraid you wouldn't like me in real life! I was frozen; I wanted to give you so much more pleasure, to make this first time so special…" She turned her head away as tears began to well in her eyes again.

Jim reached over and gently turned her face towards him. "Gina, couldn't you tell? I have never felt such intensity, such love, ever in my life. That was the most perfect time, for me. I'm just so sorry I couldn't make it as wonderful for you."

Her eyes pleaded with him. "Being with you, having you in me, made it the most wonderful thing for me. Please don't apologize!"

"No, it isn't enough. I love you so much and I want to make up for it." 

Jim lowered his head to kiss her on her cheeks, wiping away her salty tears. He felt her begin to relax under him. He brushed his lips down her face, over her jawline to her neck. She tilted her head up to allow him better access to the sensitive skin on her throat. He trailed his mouth down bit by bit, reveling in the taste of her succulent skin. His hand slid up the outside of her leg, over her hip, to her stomach where he gently caressed the swells and curves. 

When he reached the top of her breasts, he hesitated for a moment. He looked up at her. She had her eyes closed, an expression of radiance on her face. Jim's heart swelled with love. He lowered his lips again, moving over the sweet orbs, their soft flesh yielding under his now voracious mouth. As he sucked on a nipple, she arched her back, moaning softly. He delighted in her response, giving him the impetus to venture more boldly. He grasped her other breast with his hand and guided the nipple towards his mouth. He opened his lips wider, taking in the ample areole, applying firm pressure. Gina immediately squirmed, a little cry escaping. He flicked her nubbin with his tongue, feeling it bend and snap back over and over. Gina grasped his head and pressed him closer, her hips moving and swaying.

Jim broke contact with her nipple and moved his mouth lower, down the center of her torso. The gentle, teasing kisses made her giggle a little, yet she did not pull away. He felt her sharp intake of breath as he reached the top of her soft pubic triangle.

He lifted his head again, and heard her give a little whimper of protest. He stroked the top of her leg. "I want you so much, Gina. I want to taste you. Let me do this for you."

He saw her smile, her eyes filled with an expression of gratitude. She moved her legs apart. 

Jim positioned himself between her thighs, reveling in the sight of her proffered womanhood. He slid his palms up the inside of her thighs, pushing them even wider apart. He noted the dark golden color of her hair, glistening with the aftermath of his explosive assault. When his fingertips reached the edge of her pussy, she lifted her hips, her anticipation evident. Gently, Jim pulled on her swollen outer lips, to pry them apart, to uncover more of what lay beneath. She moaned as he exposed her labia to him, the turgid red, slick lips almost visibly throbbing with excitement. 

With a fingertip, Jim stroked the edge of her lips from bottom to top. They parted under the pressure, revealing her vaginal opening, brimming with their mingled fluids. The sight of it filled Jim with undiluted lust. His tongue shot out and moved down to taste the nectar. It was like cool water for a man wandering in the desert; Jim became lost in the sensation of drinking her life-sustaining liquid, his tongue moving rapidly, searching out every nook and cranny where it could be hidden.

He was barely aware of her thrusting her pelvis against him, her cries becoming more urgent. His tongue had only one purpose and nothing else mattered. He vaguely remembered her grasping the sides of his head, directing him towards the hard protrusion at the top of her pussy. First he licked it, then he wrapped his lips around it, sucking it as if it were a straw. Gina's body tensed, her fingers desperately entwined in his hair. With agonized gasps, she began to tremble, then shake, then buck heedlessly. Jim had to press down on her legs to try to keep his mouth on her. The cries subsided into moans, then tapered off all together into the sound of them breathing heavily while Jim rested his head on her stomach.

Jim nearly jumped when he realized he had been standing in the middle of the room for quite a while reliving this part of their encounter. He marveled at how some images were so vivid, others just a jumble of sensations. He realized that he could recall exactly how she tasted at that moment, that he would remember it forever. 

He gave himself a little shake to try to finish his task of cleaning out his suitcase, but he could no longer deny the exhaustion that was overtaking him. Wearily, he stripped off his clothes, letting them fall to the floor. He collapsed naked on the bed, not even bothering to slide under the sheets.

Unbidden, more images continued to invade his thoughts. His mind was not ready to let go just yet. Jim could do nothing but surrender to the flow, having no strength to fight it.

He began to recount the details of the first evening they spent together, after they had dozed in each other's arms. Even through his weariness, Jim smiled as he remembered how he had been filled with elation when he awoke later in the afternoon. Gina had been still asleep, so he savored the opportunity to gaze upon her face, her breasts, her legs. She had expressed to him her fear that her appearance would not be to his liking, but whatever the reason for her trepidation, he could not see it. 

In a few minutes, she began to stir. Jim placed tender kisses on her head, stroking her shoulder and arm. She looked up at him, beaming. Jim pressed his lips to hers, trying to convey the emotion he felt. She returned his kiss with an unmistakable passion of her own; when they finally broke away, Jim felt that he had no reason to doubt that his love was being returned.

A loud rumble from Jim's stomach pointed out that they must go out and eat something. He recalled how lustrous she looked in her pretty summer dress as they strolled the waterfront searching for a suitable restaurant. They held hands as they walked, stopping every so often for a kiss. They found a small, candlelit place to dine. Their conversation flowed easily; it was so nice to see her expressions as they talked, instead of relying on faceless computer or telephone communication. When their meal was barely over, Gina reached across the table and put her hand on Jim's. With a wicked smile on her face, she said in a low voice, "Come on, let's get back to the hotel… now!"

Jim was slightly taken aback by the unmistakable note of lust in her voice. He hadn't seen this side of her in person yet, not that he had any objections. He managed a mock look of amazement, then laughed and quickly paid the bill.

When they got into the elevator back at the hotel, she leaned against the wall opposite from where Jim was standing. As the elevator began to rise, she leveled a look at him that immediately sent a surge into his cock. "I can't tell you how you turn me on, how hot you make me. You make me want to do things I've never done before. And I want to do them right now."

She lowered her gaze, staring at his crotch. He felt his erection expanding.

She smiled at the reaction. The elevators doors opened. Gina took Jim by the arm and led him down the corridor.

"So you won't mind if I drive now, will you?" 

Jim could only nod dumbly.

There in his bed, totally consumed by the memory of this particular part of their weekend, Jim was brought back to the present by the realization that his cock was hard again. He must have been absentmindedly stroking it. He decided that this encounter had been the most exciting one for him of all the ones they had during their time together. It wasn't just the physical or the emotional sensations; he had been so aroused by Gina asserting herself with him for the first time. He knew that it took a lot for her to overcome her own self-doubts and vulnerability. For her to put herself on the line like that was truly thrilling to him. It intensified everything.

He recalled how Gina led him over to the bed, and positioned him standing facing her, a few feet away. Looking him in the eyes, she began to unbutton the front of her dress, slowly. As each button was released, more and more flesh appeared, then the top of her lacy bra. Jim watched intently. When enough buttons were undone, Gina slipped one arm through, then the other and let the dress fall to the floor. 

She stood there in a beautiful satin bra and panties. Jim's face betrayed his lust. "I've never worn anything like this before," she said. "I'm glad you like it."

Jim reached out his hand to touch her, but she intercepted it and firmly placed it back by his side. "Oh no, sweetie. You can just watch for the moment."

Jim swallowed hard and felt another surge in his already hard cock.

Gina cupped her breasts from below, running her thumbs across her nipples. They immediately protruded under the fabric. She closed her eyes as she stroked them, moaning softly. She moved her hands down, over her waist and stomach. Her fingertips disappeared under the waistband of her panties. Jim could see her shiver as they made contact with her pussy, the panties growing darker near her crotch.

She opened her eyes and looked at him again. Her hands moved back up to her shoulders to push the straps of her bra down her arms. She leaned over slightly, allowing the bra to drop forward, giving him a peek at the pleasure to come. She reached behind her to undo the hooks. Slowly, the bra slid down, then off completely. Her breasts came free, falling full and heavy, her rosy nipples already puckered. She straightened up and ran her fingertips across the soft white flesh.

Her hands slid down to her panties again. She closed her eyes and began to push the lacy material down over her hips. Little by little, more skin was revealed, then her ample mound was exposed. She bent over to push the panties down her legs, kicking them away as they slid over her feet. She stood up and put her hands on her hips, a little smile on her face.

Jim was totally inflamed watching her. His breathing quickened; he longed to touch her, but he wanted her to take the lead. Never had he become so aroused just by watching someone undress.

In a moment, Gina reached out and gently pulled on Jim's shirt, drawing him closer to her. She smiled as she released his buttons. When the shirt was open, she reached underneath and stroked his chest. Jim closed his eyes and sighed. He felt her slipping the shirt off his shoulders, then falling onto the floor. He held his breath as she skimmed her fingertips down his torso towards his belt. He suppressed a moan as she pulled on the leather strap, his knees ready to buckle from the tension. He exhaled sharply as he felt the belt give way. With agonizing slowness, her fingers began to manipulate the button, the task more difficult because of the swollen mass of flesh underneath. It finally came free. 

Now, just the zipper remained between agony and ecstasy. Her search for the tab brought her fingers in contact with the now rigid head of his cock. Each time she pressed in, trying to grasp it, he shifted and moaned, unable to focus any more. The zipper finally started to descend, giving the constricted flesh more room under his shorts. His pants slid quickly around his ankles and he stepped out of them.


Recollection



For KB, my friend, per your request... 

She reached up, placing her hands on the "rainfall" shower head, and aimed it directly at her face, letting out a surge of warm air from her mouth. The scent of bamboo shower gel filled her nose as the nearly ice cold water rushed over her face and down the front of her body. Thoughts of "that weekend" with him filled her mind. She could feel his hands touching her, his lips on hers, his body pressed against her, and she was taken back to the time they were together, not so long ago.

Her heart and private areas raced with expectancy as she walked to the hotel room door, looked out through the peep hole and discerned the man standing outside in the hallway. He had retrieved the room number from the desk clerk, found the room and knocked. She opened the door, smiling, almost seductively, pleased at the man who was standing before her for the first time. Their eyes met. He was way more than she had actually expected. His short, dark hair was flecked with tiny sparks of silver. His eyes were absolutely hypnotic. His smile, bewitching. His body sent impure thoughts racing through her mind. It was in the way his jeans fit, or maybe it was the white T-shirt stretched against his taut arms, she wasn't sure. It could have been the portion of the tribal tatoo peeking out from under the right sleeve. All she knew is that she never expected him to look that good, that delicious, that mouthwateringly delectable. He smiled brilliantly and pulled her close to him for a hug. She felt peaceful, yet nervous, and felt like she could stay there in his muscular arms forever. Her legs went weak without him noticing. She had gone such a very long time without the touch of a man, no less, a real man. Yet, here she was. She felt a wave of uncontrollable torridness rush from her toes straight to her head. She felt dizzy. 

Hugging her arms around her underneath the water, she yearned for that moment, yearned for those arms to be holding her again.

They drove in his truck to dinner and talked, sharing stories of their lives. She sat beside him, hanging on every word he spoke. It was just like the times they had spoken before, the one difference being they were actually face to face. She wanted to know everything there was to know about him that she didn't already have knowledge of, which was very little. 

She smiled to herself as she let the coolness of the water run down the back of her neck, thinking about those nights when they talked for hours on the telephone, all the secrets they had shared with each other, what turned each other on, etc. She heard the song playing in the living room, "So Far Away" by Staind, and a fierce paroxysm shot through her, just as it had when he had taken her in his arms. Maybe not the words, but the title was appropriate for the moment.

Arriving back at the hotel room after dinner, she took a shower. She had braced on hand on the wall of the shower, slid her hands between her legs and began to do what she had done for so many months before. She stopped herself just before she reached her peak. She didn't want to ruin it. She wondered if he knew what she was doing. 

They watched a movie together. They lay on the bed together, side by side, thousands of thoughts coursing through her mind. Should she make the first move? Did he want her to be aggressive? Should she let him initiate things? She was so confused in thought, but so sure of what she wanted. She had to have his hands on her body. She had to take him in her mouth. She had to feel him slide inside of her and pound her into oblivion. She knew at that moment she would take the initiative. 

She leaned in close and stopped about 2 centimeters from his lips. Their eyes locked. Their breath reflected off one another. They stayed this way for a few minutes. She heard nothing, not even the television. Should she or shouldn't she? She didn't have to. He did. He kissed her and a wave of warmth flowed through her. When he moved in as close as he could get and slid up her body a bit, she felt a tingle that reached to the tips of her Caribbean Orange-painted toes. However, she had her rules, and she was not going to break them, even for him. 

"Never sleep with anyone on the first date".. Technically, a first date ended when someone left. A second date began when they came back. She sent him outside into the hallway of the third floor of the hotel for two minutes. She leaned her chest up against the door, placed her palms on opposing sides of the miniature window and "peeped" out, breathing heavily. He paced and glanced at his watch at least 20 times. Her forehead felt cool against the re-enforced steel of the door compared to the hotness of her skin. 

He came back in after the 120 seconds. He turned her around, backed her up against the door, lifted her arms and pinned her. Their lips met again, but with much more impact than the first time. He held her wrists with one hand as he plundered her mouth with his insanely moist tongue. His free hand found her body, and miraculously moved over all the right places: her neck, her upper thighs, her ample breasts, in between her legs. He kissed her fervently. She let out a small moan here and there, controlling herself from going full out "animal" on him. 

That night, they danced a beautiful dance of lust. They stripped each other of all of their garments at the door and explored each other with their fingers and mouths. They slowly made their way across the rented bedroom to the unmade bed that they had not occupied previously. The fires of passion consumed their naked bodies and they moved into a place at that particular moment in time that only the two of them seemed to share. They were a million miles from any rational thought. The two of them were void and complete at the same time, and no one existed for her except him. 

She cried out in delight as he worked his way down her body, teasing her lips, neck, and breasts with his teeth. Each touch of his lips sent a blazing chill through her, and she ached for him to be inside of her even more. A smile waltzed across her lips as he kissed her inner thighs, spread her legs and worked his face into the lair between them. In slid one finger, then two, and possibly a third. She didn't know. She was lost. It had been such a very long time since someone had "flown South of the border" on her, and more importantly, with what seemed to be such expert skill. 

He took his time and investigated, truly paying attention to her every moan, shiver and gasp. It wasn't only physical, but mental. She came, biting the inside of her mouth, spilling out moans that had quelled in her throat. She sighed and closed her eyes, wanting to be nowhere else on the planet but there, in bed with him. She caught her breath and decided that it was the time to pleasure him. She always found that as stimulating for herself as for the man. 

From his reaction, she could tell he hadn't thought that she really loved performing oral, as they had discussed on the phone before, but she proved his thoughts wrong. She took him in completely, deep into her throat, tongue darting to and fro every chance she got. She heightened the experience with the addition of her hand at times, while other moments, she just let her lips caress his manliness gently, idolizing it as if it were a God. She wanted him to know that by making him feel pleasure at this level, her arousal increased tenfold. She hoped that he felt her excitement. She aspired to believe that she had pleased him above and beyond any woman in his past. 

She felt an all-engrossing rage as she thought about that moment. Beads of sweat mixed with the water and washed down the drain. She wanted to have his body against hers again. Her forehead and palms rested against the wall as the water spilled over her. They were of no help in stopping the aching she felt and how she wanted him there, with her.

She arched her back, head dropping back, and pressed against him with all of her might. She pulled him up on top of her, requiring to feel all of him as she shivered inside, a combination of nerves and desire, of lust and yearning. In a moment of pure gratification, he slid inside of her, grasping her hips, pushing his willing manhood to the deepest profoundness within her. He was so tender, yet so dominant at the same time. The combination heightened her every sense. She wanted it to last all night long, all of the following day, and for the rest of her life. 

She cherished every second as their bodies moved synchronously. Moans and musings spilling from her mouth as she lost herself making love to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and drew him closer, in deeper, nearly more than she could handle without losing her sanity and control. They clutched each other in a moment of raw passion as they came to their moment of ecstasy. 

They both sounded primal as their voices filled the room with moans of sheer delectation and satisfaction. She smiled as he showed his eagerness for her body, she felt a glow radiating between them as he collapsed on top of her, kissing her once more. 

She sighed as she thought back to that moment, and the thought of the long nights recalling it that would follow. She pitched her head back and let the water bespatter her face. It tickled her nose and lips.

She wrapped her arms around his and she nestled slightly into him. She wanted to keep him there inside of her forever. She felt so incredibly full and wonderful, Their bodies fit together so nicely, as if they perhaps were created to be one. She could feel his breath on her neck, and she just closed her eyes to the rest of the world. Did he know how good she felt at that moment? Did he know how much satisfaction he had just produced? Did he have any clue how incredible of a lover he was? Perhaps she could convince him in the shower she suggested they take together, a request he would not deny her. Two hours later, after the saturated second round, they crawled into bed and drifted off into dreamland with their arms and legs entangled. 

In the steam of her steamy bathroom, so many miles away from him, she ached for that feeling again. She closed her eyes, and he was right there behind her underneath the water, just as he had been that night. She felt his lips on the back of her neck again, felt him lift her leg up and slide into her from behind, his hand around her throat ever so delicately as she rested her head on his shoulder, her hand behind his neck.

She had that memory vivid in her mind as she brought herself to climax again and again. The recollection of that one time was like unwrapping and enjoying a sweet piece of chocolate.

This was the first of many nights with visions of his dark eyes and hair, his lips, his legs, his chest, his arms and how good they all felt on, around and inside of her. She would be pleasing herself every day, as usual, but now, there would be the thoughts of him to excite her instead of just her toys, hands and fingers. Getting off would be punctuated with the enticing thoughts that hopefully there would be more times than just that one night far away from home, in a hotel room, with him. It was a wonderful feeling that left her needing, and wanting, much more.



Recollection



He opened his eyes. Gina was gazing at him intently. 

"Mmm," she said. "Looks like you're pretty happy to see me." 

He looked down and saw the bulbous head of his penis emerging from the waistband of his shorts. He couldn't think clearly enough to do more than nod his assent.

He gasped as Gina took the palm of her hand and ran it along the outside of his shorts over his erection, pressing in firmly. When she reached his waist, she slid her fingers underneath the elastic, lightly brushing either side of his cock. His vision became blurred.

She began to pull the fabric away from his hips and push the shorts down. Jim could feel the shorts dragging over the underside of his cock as they descended; he could sense his cock swelling even more as it sprung free of all constriction. It took every ounce of restraint he possessed not to throw Gina down on the bed and plunge into her.

Gina climbed up on the bed and knelt, facing him. "Come here," she whispered. "Stand in front of me, closer."

He moved to the spot. She reached up and put her arms around his neck. They began to kiss; a wild passionate meeting of lips and tongues. He felt her hard nipples rubbing against him, her steaming mound grinding into him. He wanted her as he had never wanted a woman before.

She broke off her kiss, trailing her lips over his cheek to his ear. Her breathless voice echoed in his head. "I want you so badly. I want us to try something I've always fantasized about. Will you take me from behind, while I use my vibrator? And will you put your finger in my ass while you fuck me?"

Just these words alone made Jim's balls tighten almost to the point of no return. He could hardly believe what he had just heard. He had never dreamed that this woman, the object of his desire, would be the one to lead him to such carnal delight. It was beyond all expectations.

Jim drew Gina tighter, whispering, "Yes, yes! Whatever you want!"

She leaned over to the nightstand. She opened the drawer, reached in, and pulled out a small vibrator and a little bottle of lube. She looked up, raising her eyebrows. "I didn't think you'd object." She handed him the bottle. "I think we should use this. Are you ready?"

Jim looked down at his erection and smiled. "You could say that…"

Gina reached up to give Jim a small kiss on his lips. "I want you to use me; I want you to do me good. I love you and I have never wanted someone more than I do you."

She pivoted on her knees and placed a pillow in front of her to rest her elbows. She bent over. 

The round globes of her ass presented themselves to Jim. She spread her legs and the swollen, dripping lips of her pussy became visible. Jim couldn't move for a moment, transfixed by the wanton sight before him. He took a step closer, placing his open hands on her cheeks, stroking downwards. He groaned as he let the tip of his cock make contact with her moist, hot flesh. He gritted his teeth as he forced himself to just drag the head up and down her slit without immediately penetrating her. 

He opened the small bottle and squeezed a drop of lubricant on his finger. He placed his fingertip on her asshole and rubbed it slowly around, eventually pressing it into the orifice. He heard her sharp intake of breath, felt her muscles tightening around him. He was careful not to insert it too quickly, allowing her to adjust to the feeling. He heard her moan, "Oh yes, oh yes, that's good." Then she spoke more loudly. "Please fuck me now. Please put it in me."

Jim positioned the tip of his cock at the opening to her cunt. Her loud gasp confirmed her readiness. With exquisite deliberation, Jim pushed himself into her, feeling her cunt clutching him as he buried himself to the hilt. He didn't move for a moment, relishing the inexorable grip she had on him. Her hips moved forward and he slowly withdrew, then pushed forward again, slowly.

She shifted to bring her hand under her. He heard a low hum. Suddenly he was aware of a tremor surrounding his cock. She had placed the vibrator near her cunt. His mind swirled with the fusion of sensations, all building upon one another. 

A primitive instinct took over. Jim began a rhythmic assault of the wide open sheath offered just for his use. His finger took up the same rhythm within its tight confines. Nothing else existed except for the excruciating need to find his release. A roaring sound filled his ears, interspersed with moans and cries of agonized delight. He looked down to see his slick, rampant cock churning in and out, glistening, bulging. That image would burn in his mind forever.

His head resonated with a primeval chant, a drumbeat, spurring him to bury himself deeper and harder. Every plunge intensified the waves of pleasure. Within moments, all of the muscles in his body began to contract. He was totally helpless in the face of this onslaught as it took over every fiber of his being. He was vaguely aware of an even more convulsive grip on his penis before his entire body exploded. White lights detonated before his eyes. The roar in his ears became unbearably loud. He envisioned that every vital bodily fluid was being channeled through balls and penis and was spewing into this receptacle.

"Oh god, oh god, oh yes, oh, oh, oh….." Jim gripped his penis and shook with the one of the strongest orgasms he had ever brought himself to. This memory, so vivid, so all-consuming! He wanted to weep when he realized that he was at home alone, again, not actually with Gina, not able to collapse at her side, wrap himself around her trembling body and drift into oblivion with her.

At last, Jim's mind started to slide into nothingness. The few remaining images began to fade away. He sighed deeply and embraced the darkness, grateful for the escape from his overwhelming emotions.



Recollections



My best friend Rita had been going with Sean, her boyfriend for a couple weeks. We had them over to my apartment one night after we all had a nice dinner out together. It was so fun watching them be in such wild heat for each other. It was plainly obvious that Sean wanted Rita hard and deep. I had to hold back my snickers throughout the night as Sean kept trying to hide his arousal from her, when Rita and I knew all along how stiff he was. Rita kept making it even more difficult for him by kissing and talking to him so suggestively all night long.

But what about made me ask my boyfriend to fuck me right then was when I caught Rita sneaking a squeeze of Sean's cock through his pants. From how her fingers wrapped around it I knew that he was very well gifted. No wonder Rita was having such a good time with him the past two weeks.

By the time we made it back to my apartment I wanted some hot fun, and was willing to do anything for it. I took my boyfriend's hand and we sat across from Rita and Sean. "So Rita," I said with my heart rate quickening, "I bet you two have some real hot nights."

Rita looked embarrassed, then looked at Sean and smiled. "He's so delicious," Rita said, sliding a hand up his thigh and sitting even tighter against him. "He's a doll," she said coyly with a smile.

"He reminds me of Eric Lanley. Don't you think?" I asked.

She looked bewildered for an instant, then smiled. "Oh, Eric. That was so long ago."

"Back when you were in college. Five years or so?" I asked.

"About that, yes. I haven't thought about Eric in years."

"Tell Sean what happened," I prodded, hoping Sean would join in pressuring her. Rita covered her blushing face with her hands. 

"Come on, tell me," Sean said, putting his arm around her.

"No!" she screeched, "It's too, um, it's too private. Too intimate." She shook her head and looked away from us. "You'll think less of me."

"We've all done some crazy things in the past," Sean said.

"Oh, we all have? Why don't you tell us something you did," Rita said to Sean with a smile and raised eyebrows.

"O.k.," he said after some thought, "What you did couldn't have been more embarrassing than what happened to me."

"Tell us," she said, turning his chin to her with her hand and kissing his mouth seductively.

"Well, there was this girl back in school who I was crazy about. All she did was play with me emotionally. She wouldn't go out with me. But when she saw me on campus she would come over to me and talk to me so suggestively. She'd look around when no one was looking and grab her pussy just to drive me wild. She must have just wanted me to lust her and crave her. She was so incredibly sexy and she'd pour it all on for me. I never found out where she lived or her number or anything. All I know is we'd come across each other and she'd do all she could until she saw me hard for her and then blush. I bet she did it to lots of guys."

"Do you like it when a girl slides her hand down between her legs or cups her breast when she talks with you?" I asked as I squeezed a breast for him.

"Go girl!" Rita said, watching me.

"Well, you know, it, um—"

"What?" Rita asked him, taunting him.

"It makes me so hot for her," Sean said looking at my breasts. My pussy got even hotter and more wet. I already knew from how my boyfriend kissed my neck just then that he was in the mood for the right kind of fun. Rita rested her hand right on his crotch which made him squirm all the more.

"So what happened?" Rita asked him as she squeezed lightly.

"I finally got assertive enough to insist that she come over to my apartment to fuck. She looked like she was going to orgasm right there. We were right out in public. I was so nervous. She said 'yes'. I told her where I lived and we agreed on a time and all that. But then she said wasn't really sure if we really would. She said she felt comfortable flirting, but when it came to actually fucking she was a little shy. She had my mind and body so tightened and wound up. It was incredible."

"So what happened?" I asked.

"She said that if I greeted her nude, then she'd feel more at ease and would more likely let me fuck her. She admitted to me that she felt more uninhibited when she was in control. That was sure obvious to me."

"Well," he continued, "There I was nude for her at the appointed time. She came dressed so hot, with a low cut braless top that showed her nipples and pink shorts. All I had to do was undo her shorts and we'd start fucking. I let her in and we kissed right inside the door. I remember my wet cock slipping up under her top against her warm, soft skin. The only problem was two of her girlfriends then walked through the door. They made all over me. They laid me down on the couch and took turns stroking me with their hands. They traded sucking a little. They took turns French kissing me as the others pulled my drooling shaft. They'd talk to each other and laugh about my balls, my cock, my chest, my nipples, my legs, how I kissed. I was their toy. It was all I could do to not squirt all over them. But they backed off every time I got close. They wouldn't let me really touch them. One of them slipped off her top and cupped her bare breasts for me, taunting me. She leaned forward until her nipples were just out of reach from my mouth as one of the others tried to get me to shoot off with her hands. They laughed and giggled and tortured me— not letting me fuck any of them. One revealed to me her bare, trimmed cunt, while the girl I had been lusting said, 'Don't be so mean to him. Now he wont have any peace until he fucks into one of those. Awww.' She licked the girl's cunt and tongued around it while the other sucked my tip lightly. They had me completely torn up by the time they left."

"You should have just grabbed one of them and fuck her," my boyfriend said. I scoffed at him, but then smiled, lifting my skirt and placing his hand between my spread legs.

"They had turned me into mush. They kept making me think that at any moment I'd get to fuck one or all of them. That's why I didn't want to shoot. They got under my skin somehow and manipulated me. I was intimidated by them. I bet the truth was they didn't like men—and just went around tormenting them—giving men what they thought they deserved. Believe me, that girl checked me out real good before they came over and did that."

"Gosh Rita," I said, "I think we missed out on having a lot of fun.

"And not get fucked? What kind of fun is that?" She said. "Sean, you're just a fun guy to tease."

"O.k., so now is your turn, Rita," Sean said to her.

"O.k. But you'd better not tease me about it. Promise?"

"Of course I promise," he said sincerely to her.

"Well, when I was in school I worked at a hotel cleaning rooms. I was really into tennis back then, and loved to play tennis with the guys when I had the chance. I was cleaning a room one morning when I saw laying on the dresser a photo ID. It was that of Eric Lanley, who I knew was on the tennis team of a competing college. When I saw his picture I about melted right there. I knew the rest of him must have been in decent shape if he was on his school's tennis team. It had been a while since I had gotten some fun in bed so I was definitely hungry. The problem was our schedule only allowed for five minutes a room. I had no extra time to hang around. And if I did anything that caused anyone to complain I could have been fired. So I left a note next to his badge which said, 'Mmmmm, nice. —Stacy'. Of course I made up the 'Stacy' part. I figured that if that peaked his interest, and if he was there the next day, that he'd leave a note, or be there, or something."

"Did he?" Sean asked as he put a hand over hers which was massing him through his pants.

"Shhhhh," she said, "Hush and listen. I could hardly sleep that night from fantasizing just about everything imaginable about him. We were uniformed with gray, button down blouses and black skirts so there was no option as to what to wear—on the outside at least. But underneath I was prepared just in case. When I got near his room I used a nearby patron's bathroom and removed my bra and panties and hid them under the cleaning supplies in my cart. I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse. My breathing and heartbeat were about out of control. I knocked on his door and called out, 'Cleaning.' At the last second I removed my name badge which of course said 'Rita'. He opened the door and smiled. In the cutest way I could I said, 'I'm here to clean your room.' He said sweetly, 'Sure. I'm in here, is that o.k.?' I said, 'As long as it's o.k. with you.' I walked in without a word and started working, making sure to bend over and do everything as suggestively as I could. I saw that he was watching me. I changed his sheets by crawling across the bed rather than by walking around it. I made sure to tip my hips as I crawled, too."

"He said, 'You sure are a hard worker.' I chirped back a 'thank you' and kept working. I hopped off the bed and dusted off the dresser on which I saw his badge the previous day. I paused as I saw the note which I had left him the day before. He had written besides the 'Stacy' the word 'Lovely'. I stopped and took in a deep breath. I muttered a 'Thank you' and started dusting more slowly, giving him time to build up courage. I opened the dresser drawers and dusted them—which was not the procedure—just to keep bending down for him. He came up beside me and asked, 'Do you go to school here, too?' I stood up right then. We were face to face. 

My breathing was heavy. I looked down and said, 'yes'. Without giving him a chance to go on I set my things down and wrapped my arms around his waste and held him. He held me and I nestled my cheek into his neck. After a moment I looked up and kissed him. Our mouths sucked hard and passionately as I moaned softly. I took no time to reach for his dick and squeeze and play with it as I panted from our kissing. He cupped my braless breasts as I unbuttoned my blouse further. He slipped in a hand and cupped me. Oh, god it felt so good. I undid his belt as I moaned louder. As I worked his pants down he lifted up my skirt revealing for him bare pussy. He laid me back on the bed as he stepped out of his pants. He crawled atop me and took no time to fuck in me. I was so wet for him. We both came in a minute or so. We French kissed as I felt him slowly thrust within me after we came."

By then Rita's voice started to quiver as Sean played under her blouse. I stroked my boyfriend firmly through his pants. His hand was feeling me up nicely. I was just a thought away getting on all fours, lifting up my skirt and begging to be fucked in front of everyone.

Rita continued: "I knew that I had to go clean the next room or I'd be too far behind to catch up, plus I wanted to leave him wanting more. So I said to him, 'Wanna do this again tonight?' He said 'Of course, my lady.' I told him to meet me at the hotel restaurant that night. We agreed to 7:00 p.m. He met me there on time and we came up to his room again and we had lots of fun that night and for two more nights until he left again."

"Did—" Sean had to clear his throat and start over. "Did you ever see him again?"

"Nope. We e-mailed a few times, but that was it."

I kissed my boyfriend's neck seductively, then whispered into his ear "Fuck me now" as I slid forward and turned around onto my knees on the floor with my forearms against the back cushion of the couch. My boyfriend lifted my skirt up over my ass, revealing for them my thin panties. He slid my panties down to my knees and massaged my ass and pussy as I moaned deeply. I looked back briefly and saw Rita unzipping Sean. I closed my eyes as my boyfriend fucked me with his fingers. He shoved his fingers deep in me, palming my mound and rubbed my juices up and down my bung and cheeks. Rita started sucked Sean's cock through his unzipped pants.

"Fuck me," I moaned to my boyfriend. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his steaming, pleasing flesh. I stroked it with my hand, gripping and twisting it, making it good and hard for me. "Fuck it in," I begged. He got behind me and slid his dick in my pussy. I loved showing off what good fuck was like. My boyfriend and I turned some so Rita and Sean could see my pussy being filled over and over with meaty cock.

Rita slipped off her skirt and panties. She straddled Sean's dick and slid down. Sean lifted her blouse over her head as she un- snapped her bra in the back and took it off. He sucked her tits nicely as she rode him.

We moaned as our men fucked us. I kept looking at Rita's ass and giving my boyfriend that look saying, "Want it?" He looked at her bung and tight cheeks rising up and down Sean's shaft. He looked back at me and smiled, knowing I wanted him to have it. But he'd have to pull out of me first. He was getting closer to shooting, but lusted her fresh ass as well, and with me giving him courage, he was right on the edge of taking her.

I turned toward them and crawled across next to them. My boyfriend briefly pulling out during the move, then re-slipped in me as I kneeled over the couch beside them. Just as my boyfriend reached over and slid his fingers up and down the crack of her bobbing ass I took Sean's hand and placed it on my breast. Rita gasped and tipped back her head. Muscles I had never seen on her rippled down her arching back. She orgasmed uncontrollably, loosing her rhythm and balance. Steadied by all three of us she slid down Sean's legs as Sean leaned towards me and sucked in one of my nipples. Rita screamed with pleasure as my boyfriend held her ass with his hands and helped her kneel over the couch. He fucked in her orgasming pussy as she dug her nails deep into the cushions. She gasped for breath with every one of his fucks into her.

I sat back on the couch and spread my legs. Sean kneeled upright and fucked in between them. Rita was completely consumed with pleasure, gathering whatever spare strength she had to give me a weak smile. Sean fucked hard and fast. His thick dick felt nice in me. My pussy tightened so much I thought he wouldn't be able to keep fucking it.

Rita's hands started shaking and moved back to her ass. It was becoming more intense than she could handle. My boyfriend pulled out of her and planted his lips and tongue over her ass and bung. Her body retightened as her hands returned to the back cushion. She shrieked as his tip rubbed up and down her ass and across her bung. Mid pants she said, "ye—ye—ye— yes". Her head tipped back and her body turned to rock as he slipped into her ass, fucking it furiously. Her hands went everywhere while she attempted to hump her ass back in time for him.

Sean pulled me forward and down onto his thighs. He bounced my full weight up and down against hips. The bottoms of my thighs slapped the tops of his as my weight shoved the full length of his dick up into me. I began to shriek and squeak as my pussy gripped his flesh. I screamed a gasping "yesssssssss" as I came around his thick long dick. I felt each pulse of his shooting, pumping cream lubricate my burning channel all the more. My boyfriend pulled out of Rita as she turned around, sat on the couch and spread for him. He sucked her snatch obediently. I got off of Sean's still firm cock and bent down to suck. I drove his sensitive head crazy, making his body flinch and his hands grip my face to push me down deeper onto him and away from his tip. "That's right, girl, suck that last of it," he moaned.

My mouth finally pulled off of him with a pop. There was a sudden silence in the room for a moment. Then Rita and I laughed.

"We should do this again," Rita said, "except next time let's skip dinner."



Recollections



Him: In no way could he have seen this day coming, a roller coaster ride of emotions that he would not soon ever forget. His career could be in serious jeopardy, and he began to question his own thought process that led him to this brink. On his drive home he replayed that morning’s events over and over in his head attempting to find logic in his actions. An accident on the freeway ahead had slowed traffic to an almost standstill forcing him to simmer within his thoughts. As he sat in his idling truck he glanced to the floorboard and there laid that candy cane thong that played such an important part in this whole predicament. His head shook, and his eyes closed as he tried to fathom how he could allow his physical urges to make him act so out of character. Work had always been so important to him and he always made a point to play by the rules. That was, until today.

Her: The rest of the afternoon seemed to drag by endlessly as she tried relentlessly to concentrate on her work. When the clock read 5, she gathered up her things and headed out quickly to the parking garage and slid behind the wheel of her car. The cold of the leather seat on her bare bottom caught her off guard and reminded her that she had left her thong in Mr. Richardson’s truck. She smiled and wondered what his reaction would be when he found it.

Him: The gridlock gave him the opportunity to reach down and pick up her panties from the passenger side floor. He reflectively fumbled with them in his hand, and then began to twirl them around his finger as he recalled both the episodes in his office, as well as, their lunchtime tryst in the parking garage. As disappointed as he was in his compromise of business ethics, he couldn’t help but grin a little as the vision of her bent over his desk filled his mind. A honk of the horn of the car next to his startled him back to reality as traffic began to move. He turned to catch the fellow commuter’s startled reaction to realizing what it actually was that was spinning around on his finger. Briefly embarrassed, he tossed them onto the seat, hit the gas pedal and tried to blend back into obscurity. Try as he might he was not able to come up with a valid reason for why he was so taken by her. Perhaps there was something magical in those eyes of hers, something in that indescribable mixture of green and brown that had him mesmerized. The rumble of his tires driving over the edge of the shoulder snapped him back out of his drifting thoughts. “Get a grip”, he audibly argued to himself as he banged his hands on the steering wheel, “Get her out of your head!”


Her: As she eased her car onto the crowded freeway, she reached over and turned the radio on and turned it up. With the music playing, she found herself lost, once again, in the memory of the day’s events. She felt herself grow damp as she recalled how he had felt inside of her. Traffic was at a standstill and she closed her eyes for a moment and was transported back to this afternoon…in his truck. She could not believe how forcefully she had taken over. Pushing him back against the seat and straddling him, sliding her hot wet pussy down the length of his throbbing cock. The sound of a car horn brought her back to reality as she realized traffic was once again moving. She accelerated back into the flow of traffic, wanting to get home as soon as possible.

Him: Finally, he maneuvered his way into his subdivision, through a few turns and into his driveway. The garage door automatically closed behind him as he made his way into his house. He took a deep cleansing breath and drew solace knowing that he was finally home. In an effort to clear his mind, he immediately went to his cabinet, found an opened bourbon bottle, and poured a healthy dose into a large glass. He didn’t even bother mixing the drink, as he plopped a few ice cubes into the glass. The drink warmed him as it went down, and after a few long sips, he came to the conclusion that a nice hot shower would go a long way in easing his mind. He refilled his drink, dropped in a few more ice cubes for good measure, and headed to his bathroom. Stirring his drink with his finger, he made his way through his bedroom and into his bath. He took yet another long drink from his glass, set it down on the marble vanity next to the sink, and noticed how that first initial buzz began to overcome him as he opened the shower door and flipped the valve open. 

Her: She walked through the front door and put her briefcase and purse on the dining room table and absently sorted through the day’s mail. Kicking off her pumps into the corner she headed for the wet bar where she poured herself a glass of her favorite wine. She took a sip and closed her eyes, sighing deeply. It was just then that she suddenly realized how tense she had become and decided that a nice hot bubble bath was in order. She walked back to her bedroom, flipping the bedside lamp on as she started to undress. Padding naked into the bathroom, she turned the faucet on in her garden tub and as it filled, sprinkled some gardenia bath salts under the running water. 

Him: As the water sprayed in the shower, he turned to start to disrobe. At first he thought it was the effects of his drink, but looking at himself in the mirror there was something not quite. Right there on the front of his slacks he could see just a very small discoloration, not all that noticeable, but the light apparently caught it just right. Just as he thought he shook her from his memory the mental image of her grinding herself into his lap, her skirt pulled over her waist flooded into his mind. He quickly pealed off his shirt, flipped off his shoes and unbuckled his pants letting them all fall into a pile onto the floor. The steam from the shower beckoned and he reached for the glass by the sink, raised it to his mouth and drank what was left. As he attempted to pull down his boxers, the elastic band caught itself on his half erect cock almost painfully pulling it away from his body. Finally completely naked he made his way into the shower hoping the water would settle him down. 

Her: Standing in front of the mirror, she lifted her arms to pin her hair up off of her shoulders and noticed a faint mark on her left breast where, in the heat of passion, he had bitten down on her nipple. Her nipples stiffened into hard peaks at the memory. As her arms came down, she let her hands slide over her shoulder and down to her breasts. She closed her eyes and gently squeezed them, recalling how his hands had felt. Removing her hands, she opened her eyes and shook her head in an attempt to clear her mind. Staring at her reflection in the mirror she said out loud, “How could I let that happen today? How could I compromise myself that way?”

Him: He placed his hands up on the wall on either side of the showerhead, and dipped his neck down letting the water strike him on his scalp. Glancing down he visually confirmed what he already sensed as the water cascaded over his increasing erection and down to his feet. He grabbed the soap and began to lather up his arms and chest, his hands working down over his stomach. His memory betrayed him again, as he began to recall how smooth she felt as he slid his fingers into her pussy from behind. The suds ran down his body and as his hand slipped over the base of his shaft, he mentally felt how tightly her lower lips felt as he teased her with his the head of his cock. Placing his left hand on the wall, his right began to slowly stroke himself giving in to his unexplainable urges. It only took a few slides of his fist till he was now almost rigidly hard, pointing directly to the tiled wall. He playfully twisted his hand until his thumb found the underneath of his head, rubbing it from its ridge to its crown. Sliding back down to the base he squeezed forcing the blood to fully engorge his rod causing it to almost point straight upwards.

Her: She turned away from the mirror making her way to the tub, which had filled and leaned over to turn the faucets off. Stepping into the hot, aromatic water, she allowed her body to slowly sink into the bubbles. She leaned back and closed her eyes, letting the water surround her body. As she relaxed, her mind wandered back to that afternoon and felt herself starting to get aroused again. She let her hands glide over her wet skin, brushing over her pink nipples that were poking out from the suds surrounding her full breasts. Gently tweaking her nipples before letting her fingers continue down her wet body, she gave in allowing them to flow over her stomach finally letting one hand slip between her legs. She wasn’t surprised to find her clit already swollen and she let out an audible moan as her fingers slid over the bud. She let her fingers tease, circling, moaning louder now. Her pussy began to ache and she let her hand slip down further sliding two fingers inside.  She gasped as the muscles spasmed momentarily around her invading fingers.

Him: With his free hand he slapped at the showerhead diverting the spray from rinsing away the slippery suds. His breathing became short as his fist now began to slide across his full length. He turned and forced himself into the corner of the stall his back smacking against the wet wall as the strength in his legs started to wane, all the while continuing his now furious pace. Not having to worry about being heard he groaned loudly with each stroke, which strangely added to his pleasure. Each time his hand slammed down he envisioned her ass backing into him, his cock disappearing deeply into her. While his knees bent slightly, and as his muscles began to tense he could almost feel her pussy contracting around him. Soap flew against the tile as his feverish pounding tried to bring him to a much-needed relief. With his ass clenched against the wall, he followed four, quick breathy grunts with an uncontrollable drawn out moan as he finally let loose. As his fist slammed down, his back lurched forward followed by the first spurt of his cum released into the shower’s mist. Unable to maintain his balance he released his right hand from his cock and caught himself by dropping his elbows to his thighs. His soapy cock continued to act on its own as white fluid oozed out with each reducing pulse, running down its underside clinging to his skin.

Her: She let her legs part and brought her knees up, opening her legs wide as she began to push her fingers in and out. The water began to splash as her hand moved faster and faster between her legs. She brought her other hand up and began to pinch her nipples as she continued to finger herself. Her breathing was ragged now; her hair had fallen down and clung to her neck and shoulders. Feeling her orgasm starting to build, she pulled her fingers out of her pussy and started to rub her clit in a circular motion with her fingers. She continued to masturbate, water splashing up over the edge of the tub as her hand worked furiously between her legs. Just as she felt herself start to cum, she slid three fingers deep inside her pussy and let her thumb grind against her clit. As she exploded, she let out a loud cry that echoed off the tile walls. She could feel her pussy muscles twitch and throb around her fingers as she came. She bit her lip hard as wave after wave washed over her. With her orgasm subsiding, her breathing became more even and she slowly opened her eyes, and slowly came back to reality

Him: Exhausted, he attempted to catch his breath while he weakly reached up and directed the shower to his chest. He still leaned against the wall as he watched the water rinse away the combination of lather and his own juices. As the last bit swirled its way down the drain, he reached and shut off the water. He pushed open the fogged up shower door, reached for a towel and began to dry himself off. Still not completely dry, he plodded out of the steam filled bathroom and into the cooler confines of his bedroom. Noticing the flashing light on his phone’s answering machine sitting on his nightstand, he pushed the button. He began to vigorously dry his hair as the tape began to replay its message: -beep- “Tony, this is Wallace in Marketing from the office. Look, I need your input on which assistant you want to take with you for that presentation we discussed yesterday. Get back with me, as soon as you can. Thanks” –beep- 

Her: As she lay there, spent, she heard the phone ringing. Normally she would have jumped out of the tub and rushed to pick it up, but tonight, she let the machine catch it. She sat up with a start as she heard her boss’s voice on the machine. “Miss Henson, I’ve just received word that I’ll need to go to Boston for a meeting in a couple of weeks and I want you to accompany me. We’ll discuss the details in my office tomorrow.”

He had NEVER made an easier decision. 



Recollections



For some, age is a barrier, a huge one. Many cannot handle age differences between two parties. Alan and Sammi wondered whether they could. This series of recollections examines what happened.

I jumped when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I was walking down Oxford Street and when that sort of thing happens there it's usually bad news.

"I'm sorry miss, but I think you may have left these in Boots," a middle aged man said to me.

'Oh fuck' I said under my breath, immediately knowing what had happened as you handed me a batch of photos.

I had been there using one of those big machines to develop some photos and I must have left before the final few came out.

"Oh er, you sure?" I asked trying to wriggle out of this clearly difficult situation.

You held the photo up, looked at it, then at me, smiled and said.

"There can be absolutely no mistake, it's you and they are lovely."

In normal circumstances such a situation wouldn't be that embarrassing, but as I knew only too well that the photos were of me in some very scantily clad poses, this was highly embarrassing.

"Hmmmm," I pondered trying to buy time as you ran your gaze up and down me. "I guess not, I suppose it must be me."

"Without any doubt," you said grinning quite broadly now "I would recognise............." You went on pausing before adding "Your golden locks anywhere." It was a slightly pervy remark, but seemed to be said with an innocence so I didn't feel threatened, in fact you looked nice and kind, cuddly was a term that came to mind, but also so did flirty old sod, in a nice way. 

You were quite tall, a good four inches more than my five feet five. You were balding with glasses and had had a kind face, but to me in my early twenties, it was one that said granddad and not daddy. But then so what, you were only returning some photos, albeit sodden sexy ones, you weren't trying to pull me, or were you? Surely not you must have been at least thirty years older than me. I have always had something of a penchant for older men, but granddads and a thirty plus age difference was probably pushing my boundaries in that area.

The way that you paused over what you said you recognised about me in the photos using my blonde hair as the key, made me smile.

"Well not exactly golden," I said running my hand through my more straw coloured, almost natural shoulder length hair.

You smiled again. It was a nice, friendly smile, but one that had an underlying something to it, one that suggested that in your time you may well have been something of a player.

"Well close enough to make the phrase worth using and it is a nice phrase," you sort of rambled on your gaze running up and down me. That made me shiver and not, I realised in a rejection sort of way, although possibly it should have done, but more in a way where I enjoyed the flattery and the flirtation.

"Yes I suppose it is," I rather unwisely if I wanted to end the conversation, said.

"And your hair is beautifully blonde," you persisted looking from the photo to my face and back again.

"Thank you."

"Not at all."

"And thanks for rescuing my photos," I said putting my hand out. "May I have them please?"

"Yes of course," you replied handing them to me.

I went to take them, but you held onto them. I looked at you, our eyes met.

"Flatter and old man and have a drink with me for rescuing them," you said smiling.

'Fuck, why did I say that?' I asked myself when I heard "Yes, ok," slip past my lips. "But it will need to be a quickie," I managed to blurt out as a potential excuse to get away soon.

"Oh that's fine, quickies are my speciality," you replied smiling.

I smiled back adding a little cheekily. "That's good then, I like them sometimes."

"Yes so do I, but even with a quickie I do have some rules, some standards," you said rather sternly making wonder what the hell was coming next.

"Really?"

"Yes," you replied in a rather neutral tone. "I absolutely insist on being introduced before even the quickest of quickies."

I couldn't stop myself from laughing. "That's fine, I'm Tiffany, Sammi or Sam for short," I said.

"Hello Sammantha, I am pleased to meet you, I'm Alan," you replied holding your hand out.

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Whatever else I'd been expecting in London, it wasn't this. My days of picking up women were, alas, over some time ago, yet this gorgeous young blonde had quickly accepted my suggestion for a drink together. 

Perhaps there was life in the old dog, yet? Geez, the way my 'pride and joy' had instantly reared at the sight of her confirmed that fact. 

As we walked, I tried to position exactly what it was that was so attractive about this confident young blonde. She looked sexy enough in that white blouse and short denim skirt, no question about that. It wasn't just the outfit, of course, but the way she wore it. Always more important than the clothes themselves. But a skirt that hardly covered her bottom, a pelmet really. And long, long, long, long tanned legs that went right up to her bum, which I knew would be like a perfect, ripe and juicy, but pert and firm peach and a shirt or blouse which I would have bet a lot of my pension did not have a bra under it, seemed pretty important to me. Fucking hell was I dreaming? Maybe I was dead and this was God's reward to me for leading a pretty good life.

Clothes should suit the woman, not the other way around, some said, whatever that meant. In your case both seemed equally relevant.

I gave you a cheeky smile as I took your arm and ushered us along the crowded pavement. What was it that appealed so much? Was it the way one or two undone buttons displayed just enough of her cleavage? Or perhaps the fact she wasn't wearing a bra? I'd always been a sucker for that! 

God, the way those nipples pushed against the white material! Two perfect bullets. 

Two more buttons were undone at the bottom of her blouse, allowing the ends to float in the light breeze, like butterflies dancing on the smooth skin of her tanned stomach. Geez, that brought another reaction. 

My second hard-on since we'd met. 

The sight of your long legs and the expanse of flesh above the waistband of your skirt and the image of your body in those photos loomed large in my eyes and memory. God, my erection was aching. Think of something else. 

I did. It was your eyes. That was it! Yes, you had a wonderful body, and more importantly, knew how to display it to perfection. But it was your eyes that added the extra dimension. The most beautiful blue, it was the twinkle that suggested that anything was possible that captivated me so much. 

Nothing too obvious, of course - this girl wasn't obvious. But there was a quality in those eyes that made me want to find out more. 

"I have an idea," I told you, the sudden thought hitting the front of my mind. "Come on, this way." 

You hesitated only for a second, and then flashed those eyes as you allowed me to guide you into Soho, along the shops, and down the open stairs to the Crusting Pipe pub set back at one end of the floor. 

"Ages since I've been here, Sammi " I told you, pulling out one of the chairs by a small table so that she could sit beside it. "Years in fact. One of my favourite spots in the City." 

"Really?" you responded as I sat beside you. Her smile was definitely mischievous as she glanced around the surroundings. On the face of it, the small courtyard area was undistinguished, with people wandering in and out of the few shops in front of us, and others staring down from the floor above. "And what is it about this part of London that makes it so special?" you asked. 

I laughed. "Yes, I know what you mean. But look... and listen," I said, nodding across to the far corner where a violinist was halfway through a piece of classical music that was familiar, yet I couldn't quite place. 

We paused while a waiter from the pub arrived from nowhere. "What would you like?" I asked. 

"You choose." 

Interesting! Was it a test? You can tell a lot about a person from what they drink. Or so I'd heard. Personally, I couldn't tell a bloody thing. 

"Any Cloudy Bay?" I asked, smiling as the waiter nodded. "We'll have a bottle of that, then. Thanks." 

I turned back to you. "When I was working, and visited London, I tried to make time for an hour here. With or without paperwork. There's a constant flow of performing musicians, each attempting to earn a crust." 

"Must be why they call the pub the Crusting Pipe," you joked, sitting back as the waiter returned and poured us two glasses before setting the bottle in the middle of the table. Again those fucking nipples of yours seemed to be leering at me, they were certainly tempting me.

I laughed again. "Maybe. I assume they're from some music college, practicing their trade. But it can be so peaceful sitting here, watching the world go by, and enjoying the wonderful music. I love it." 

I watched closely as you nodded. It seems those eyes didn't miss anything. "Yes, I can see the attraction. You like peace and quiet then?" 

I swung round to face you and we clinked glasses. It was impossible to prevent my eyes dropping to those wonderful tits, small but perfectly formed came to mind, as, actually, did the image of them in my mouth. The, were they hard or just prominent, nipples were pushing hard against the thin material. You knew that too, sitting back and arching your back for a moment, as if posing for me, you had a knowing smile on your face. 'Was it you being a flirty young bit of stuff or me a dirty old sod' I wondered. Smiling I thought 'probably a bit of both.' 

My hard-on returned. 

My gaze met those twinkling eyes again and I grinned back, feeling even more comfortable than I'd expected to be. "At times," I said, answering your question. "Especially after last night, it's quite a contrast." 

"Last night?" you asked, crossing those to die for, tanned legs and peering at me over the rim of your glass. 

I nodded, shifting position to make myself more comfortable. For a second, I wondered how you'd react if I reached down and adjusted my erection. Being a gentleman, I didn't of course. I just shuffled a little in my chair. 

"It's what brought me to London," I replied, picking up the bottle and topping up our glasses. "Brixton, actually." 

"Brixton?" you said with a hint of surprise, leaning forward and resting your elbow on the table. 

Damn, don't stare at those tits, I told myself. 

"Now I'm intrigued," you said, taking a small sip and nodding approvingly at the taste. "What was it in Brixton that appealed?" 

"A gig," I responded, staring into those mischievous eyes. "Alabama 3." 

For a second, those blue eyes clouded over. "I... think... I've heard of them..." 

"Country acid house," I explained. "Not really my scene at all. But they're the best live band in the country. By far. You ever watch The Soprano's?" 

"I've seen it." 

"They sang the theme song," I answered. It was only one song from their vast repertoire, but the easiest way of giving someone a feel for their music. "Woke up one Morning..." I unnecessarily added. 

"I got you," you grinned, brushing back a strand of that silken, blonde hair. "So, country acid house in Brixton, and classical music in Covent Garden..." 

"What can I tell you," I answered with a broad smile. "I'm a man of eclectic tastes!" 

"Sounds like it," you laughed. "And tonight? What's on the menu? Or are you returning to..." 

"Yorkshire," I explained. "No, I'm heading back tomorrow. I thought I'd grab a ticket for a show tonight. Then maybe find a casino afterwards. Just for fun," I added. "A little poker, perhaps." 

The way you sat back in your chair and studied me sent a little shiver through me. Hard-on number three. Or was it four? 

"So," I quickly said, shifting position on my chair. "Tell me about you, Sammi. All I know is that you're particularly good at leaving rather risqué photos of yourself in Boots," I laughed adding, "As if it's the most natural thing in the world. And what I guess is that you're a photographic model, or do some of that work." 

I didn't refer specifically to the photos that had fallen from their pack, but my mind was on them. I could see you now in my minds eye, in the black stockings, suspender belt, bra, thong, black, shiny, high heels and a sultry smile. God, would this erection ever go away? 

"Tell me more?" I asked, quickly draining my glass and reaching for the bottle again. 

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You were interesting. Interesting, but not conceited. Not pushy or assumptive or self-centered, but interested in things and stuff, me in particular. That appealed, not from an arrogant aspect on my part, more because it made you interesting, thus completing the circle, sort of. You also clearly had an interest in many subjects, country acid house music being amongst the most surprising match between appearance and subject I had come across for some time. To me that is what made older men interesting. And being interesting was my most admired virtue. 

So I sat there in that lovely courtyard drinking wine, listening to classical music and admiring you. Well maybe that was a little strong, let's say, what, liking you perhaps, being surprised by you certainly, because you were interesting and worldly-wise with a sophistication of thought and a gentle, yet confident manner. 

Looks? Age? They hadn't entered my head. They hadn't come up on my radar. Why should they, this wasn't a pick up, was it? That hit me, maybe it was. But did 'mature gentlemen' do that sort of thing with twenty three year old chicks? It hadn't occurred to me in Oxford Street, when we walked here or up until now. But you had looked at me in that 'pick up' way, that flirtatious way that men of all ages have, that stare at 'me best bits' manner, that look of interest at my legs, bum and tits. Ok you were interested, I thought, but to the extent of wanting to pull me? I doubted it.

"Actually no Alan, I am not a model," I replied.

"No?" You said sounding surprised.

"No, I work in advertising."

"Really but why, oh sorry not my business," you said leaning forward across the small table.

I leaned forward too. Smiling I said, as I held my almost empty glass in front of my face, "You mean the photos."

"Well yes, but forgive me for asking."

"You didn't did you; I brought it up, didn't I?" I said holding my glass out as you proffered the near empty bottle. "Yes, thank you."

"Well yes you did, but I should not have raised it," you said pouring the wine, your eyes quite obviously looking down my cleavage.

Smiling and looking you in the eye I said, rather cheekily. "Did you raise it Alan, or did I?"

"Now now, you shouldn't say such things to old men like me."

We both laughed.

"Ok Granddad."

"That's better, young lady, know your place please," you smiled.

We both laughed and had yet another glass of wine.

We talked easily and time seemed to fly. I relaxed quickly, you were the sort of man that enabled me do that, I felt comfortable with you. You had that intelligent, slightly flirty way of talking to, and looking at me, which with many men would be sleazy and pervy, but with some, you included, was stimulating, interesting, challenging and simply fun. I liked it.

Being a creative in advertising and I rarely wear skirts and hardly ever suits; jeans and shirts or sweaters are more my usual gear. Although it's a little like riding a bike, you never forget how, but wearing a skirt in many circumstances does feel as though the bike is wobbling and one can almost fall off. 

As the third glass slipped down I was sure I was, inadvertently, putting on a bit of a show. Bending forward, sitting straight, leaning back or crossing my legs, I must have continually flashed parts of me that others can't reach; I smiled my slightly tipsy mind incorrectly recalling an old ad.

I felt the need to go to the toilet.

"Excuse me Alan, I need the loo."

"Not running off are you?"

I smiled. "Not at all, why would I?"

"Oh you never know."

"Well I'm not, I can assure you, I won't be long."

As I walked across the bar and down the stairs to the cellar toilets, I knew I was slightly pissed. I was thinking that I needed to get out more for I had to admit to getting a real buzz from the stares and the touches as I squeezed my way through the crowded downstairs bars. It was good and I was enjoying myself. As I made my way back to you, knowing full well that several guys were staring at me, I, very unusually for me, felt a sense of arousal. That increased as I climbed the narrow stairs and became stronger as I strolled across the bar towards our table. As soon as I turned the corner at the top of the stairs I saw you looking at me. You smiled and raised your hand. I smiled back and walked towards you holding your gaze, which I noticed a couple of times slid down my body and up again. Your eyes seemed to bore into me. 

'What the hell's going on with me?' I thought feeling as if you had undressed me and that I was walking across that bar just in my thong. I was sure that I was accentuating the sway of my hips at the front and the wiggle of my bottom at the rear. 'What am I trying to do, pick up the entire pub?' I asked myself as one of my more frequent fantasies, a gang bang, came into my mind.

"See I did come back didn't I?" I said sitting down and looking you right in the eye. "Pleased?"

"Yes of course I am, thanks."

"Look don't get me wrong," I started, "And don't think this is typical of me, but........" As I said that my mobile rang. "Sorry I have to get this."

As I took the call I wondered just what you were thinking.

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I couldn't stop myself from watching you as you took the call. The way your eyes danced as you looked around – not because they were looking at anything in particular, but more as a result of you concentrating on the voice at the other end. 

Those eyes were so expressive and I wondered if you knew that. When you looked at me with that twinkle, it was like the old days when Sirens lured boats onto the rocks through their seductive charms. Part of me felt like a boat, sailing on the choppy Samantha seas, heading towards... something unexpected... I wasn't quite sure. 

But undoubtedly heading into territory I hadn't been in for some time. 

One thing was quite clear to me, one surprising fact that I wouldn't have believed when I walked along Oxford Street earlier today. 

I badly wanted to bed this girl. 

But... I wanted you to want it, too, if you see what I mean. I'd ordered some peanuts and crisps while you were at the loo, not because I particularly wanted a snack, but I thought that you'd maybe had too much wine on an empty stomach. Not a good combination. If you were to make decisions today, I wanted them made with a clear mind, not a fuzzy one. 

Damn, was I out of my mind? Was this really happening? I'm sixty, for God's sake. And how old could you be? Not more than twenty three or four, that was for certain. Hell, I was old enough to be her dad. What had she joked? Granddad? Surely not? Surely our age differences weren't that great? Fuck they were I realised.

Hell, inside my body, there was a young, virile man desperate to vent his spleen. Was that what you saw, I wondered? 

You were extremely confident for a young woman. That reflected itself in the way you looked into my eyes when we spoke. A look that spoke volumes. On occasions as we'd chatted, I'd thought you were going to lean closer and brush my lips with yours. At times, I had to hold myself back from doing the same. 

I looked at your soft lips, wanting to gently run my tongue across them, seducing them, waiting for them to open slightly so I could slip my tongue between them and explore the inside of your mouth. 

God, my erection was a permanent feature now, rock hard! No point fighting it, the damn thing had a mind of its own. Okay, the erotic thoughts in my mind, the sensual images in my brain, were all feeding the little bugger. No wonder it had reacted accordingly. 




Recollections



Were you feeling the same? That direct look of yours, deep into mine, with your blue eyes twinkling so suggestively, told me that you were aroused, too. By me? No, that couldn't be. Could it? 

Watching you make your way through the crowded bar, then back again, sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't work out whether it was subconscious consciousness, or conscious consciousness. 

Hell, I'd been on too many management courses! Even my brain was thinking in consultant speak. What I meant was, did you know how sexily you were behaving, or was that simply a natural result of your mood or, more to the point, my mood? 

Outside Boots you'd been nervous. You were embarrassed about the photos, and me seeing them. Here, it was different. You were much more comfortable walking through the bar full of (mainly) men. 

You knew their gazes were on you and you played to it. 

The way you ignored them while you looked across at me, accentuating the sway of your hips at the front and the wiggle of your delicious little ass at the rear. Geez Samantha, you looked hot, and knew exactly what you were doing. 

What I couldn't decide was whether you were happy to show yourself off to them, or were you giving them a message. Were you trying to pick up the entire pub? Or were you telling them, 'You can look as much as you want guys, but I have someone over there, waiting for me' 

I watched you turn and grin at me as you spoke on the phone, watched the way you brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, watched the way you turned to allow me the best possible view of your body. 

Look as much as you want, because that's all that's possible? Is that what you were telling me? Or was it look at what's in store. Play your cards right and this could be yours.

When you ended the call and turned back to me, I felt my cock twitch. It had been some time since a woman had done that to me. 

"I'm sorry," you said, those glinting blue eyes piercing through me again. "I needed to take that." 

And I need to take you, young lady. It's as simple as that. I want my hands on your body, my mouth on your tits, and your taste in my mouth. As for that little bugger between my legs, well... it had ideas of its own, and actually soft or hard as it was now, it wasn't so little

I sighed deeply, an attempt to compose myself. Don't be fucking stupid, I shouted inside my head. Put those predatory thoughts to one side. Don't make an ass of yourself, Granddad! 

Instead, see if it was possible to spend some time with this remarkable girl I wanted to get to know better. Forget sex, think enjoyment. See if you could spend some time with this fascinating young beauty. This afternoon or this evening. And don't look beyond that. 

"No problem, Sammi," I told you with a smile. "You were going to ask me something when your phone rang."