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Second Love

By: Moondrift



It's hard when you lose a partner after more than thirty five years of marriage, especially when those years had been as good as those that Doris and I had shared. I'd even taken early retirement when I got to sixty and we'd planned to buy a four-wheel drive and camper van and travel around the country. 

We'd bought the vehicle and camper and were just a week away from beginning our travels when worst blow in my life fell upon me.

I'd been out buying a few more things for our trip and came home to find Doris lying on the kitchen floor. She had also been out shopping and her purchases were on the kitchen table. She must have come home and simply collapsed.

I rang for the ambulance and travelled with her in it to the hospital. The paramedics in the ambulance kept doing things to her but said nothing. It wasn't until we got to the emergency department in the hospital that I was told that Doris was dead.

"Dead on arrival," was the official verdict, but for me, dead from my life was the real conclusion. It was an undiagnosed heart problem that brought her and, so I thought, my life to an end. That's how I saw and felt it to be at that time.

Without Doris in my life I was in what I thought of as "The Valley of the Shadow." It was as if half of my self had been torn away, and there was a great gaping emotional wound. 

For almost a year I shut my self away from the world, only sallying out of the house to buy food and other essentials. We had no children and as for the rest of the family and friends, I didn't want to see or speak to anyone. I was living almost like a hermit with only my cat Arthur for company; a hermit who was angry with the world and God for depriving me of Doris.

After a year had passed I started to recover and began socialising again. Part of that socialising included a return to attending church. One morning during the service the minister announced that the church was setting up computer classes for over sixties.

He pointed out that older people now wanted to use computers, even if only to try and keep up with their grandchildren, but that most of the classes available were expensive and not designed to cater for older people.

The main point was that volunteer teachers were being sought and if there was anyone in the congregation who could help out, etc. etc. 

Having been computer literate for some time I decided I would volunteer.

An old church hall was to be used for one day a week as the classroom, and computers appeared from I knew not where as if by some new version of the miracle of the loaves and fishes. 

Teaching was on a one to one basis so that instruction could be given at a rate adapted to the learner's pace. The cost to the learner was very small indeed.

On the day the classes were held each teacher had four students, each student receiving one hour per week of instruction over a period of ten weeks.

The ages of the students ranged from sixty upward, one student I can recall was ninety three. I was specialising in Microsoft Word and Publisher and for the first ten week term I had two students doing Word and two Publisher.

One thing that became obvious fairly quickly was that some of the students were not particularly concerned to learn computer; what they really wanted and needed was the one hour of someone's undivided attention. 

This pointed to the loneliness and isolation of some elderly people. I seemed to spend a great deal of time listening to my students talking about their ailments, neglectful children and their feelings of being superfluous to mainstream life. 

During the first of those ten week terms my last student of the day was a tiny little woman called Jessica. Coming originally from Malaysia she was chocolate in colour, and her hair, despite the fact that she must have been over sixty, was jet black without a trace of grey. Her eyes were dark brown and brilliantly alive, and I was particularly taken by her wide mouth with its frequent smile displaying near perfect white teeth. I thought she must be an indigenous Malaysian, rather than one of the later arrivals from China.

Along with her tiny stature, everything about her seemed so delicate, and me being six feet two inches tall she made me feel like a clumsy brute. 

She displayed a quick intelligence, listening carefully and asking pertinent questions in a voice that seemed to sing rather than simply speak.

For the first three sessions she progressed well, but during the third session she said, "My computer not do what this one do, why that?"

I had to admit that she had me stumped until she said, "It not have all those things that this one have." By "those things" she meant the various shortcut icons. 

I decided that she lacked "those things" because they had not been put there from Tools on the Menu Bar, and set about instructing her how to do this.

The following week Jessica said rather plaintively, "I try to do what you say, but there nothing."

Being a bit of a sucker for a damsel in distress, and I suppose because I'd taken a particular liking to Jessica, I asked her where she lived. It happened her house was not too far from where we held our classes, so I said, "Suppose when we finish here I come to your house and have a look at your computer?"

She smiled and said, "You do that...you do that? I pay you."

I returned her smile – in fact it was hard not to smile when Jessica smiled – and said, "There's no need to pay me, I shall be pleased to do it." 

"You very kind," she said softly, "you kind man, I like you."

I don't think I'm easily embarrassed, but I must admit her response made me blush.

At the end of the lesson I followed her car in mine. When we arrived at her house I was struck by the neatness of the garden, and it seemed to fit in so well with Jessica's trim tidy figure.

The inside her small house was just the same, neat and orderly, yet exceedingly colourful, with curtains, upholstery, cushions and rugs a riot of reds, green, and blues. I was taken to what must have once been a bedroom, but was now apparently a study, with well filled bookshelves. I could see that some of the books were in English, but others were in what I took to be Malaysian.

On a desk stood the computer and settling down in front of it and booting it up I quickly saw the problem. Jessica had been a first time computer buyer, and like many first time buyers she hadn't really known what she was looking for. The machine had been sold to her with a very cheap programme installed, and it was impossible for her to carry out the functions of the more expensive but flexible programmes we used for teaching purposes.

I pointed this out to her, stressing the limitations of her programme and she asked, "What must I do?"

"Well, I replied, you can live with what you've got or install another programme. If you decide to install another programme like the one at our classes, it'll cost you a bit."

"Ah, yes, I have money, I would like."

"You mean you do want to install a new programme?"

"Yes, that I would like; but how I do it?"

"Would you like me to do it for you?" I asked. "I can buy what is necessary and come and install it."

"You would do that, David?"

"Yes, no problem."

"Then I must pay you."

That began a bit of a verbal tussle but I finally got it through to her I did not want paying. This led on to further cross purpose talk since Jessica insisted she must reward me, the reward offered being that me and my wife have dinner with her one evening. I had to point out that I was a widower, and she said it was because I was still wearing a wedding ring she thought I must have a wife.

Jessica went on to say that, "I too have been alone for two years."

I jokingly pointed out that she was also wearing a wedding ring.

"Ah yes, but what must I do. Put in drawer and forget past years, no I not forget, and you too I think."

No I don't forget those years," I replied. This led on to talk of our late partners; the grief we experienced at their loss, and the loneliness that came with that grief.

She said, "I hear that many men not eat properly when they lose wife; you cook?"

I grinned and said, "Well, after a fashion. In fact I'd better be going because I've got to get my evening meal ready."

With considerable enthusiasm Jessica said, "Aha, you not let me pay so I know what I do. This evening you stay here and I cook for you. I cook well; before I retire I work in Malaysian restaurant preparing meals. You stay; you like?"

The idea of someone else cooking for me had a strong appeal, but I said, "Yes, I like, but I have to feed Arthur."

"Arthur; you have son or friend live with you?"

"No," I laughed, "Arthur is my cat, we didn't have any children, but Doris really loved Arthur."

Jessica looked sad and said, "I too have no children. My husband Meng, he sad that we have no children and it would be good now, but..." She shrugged her slender shoulders expressively."

I said somewhat negatively, "From what I hear from people at the computer classes we might be better off without them. They only seem to turn up when they're in trouble and want something."

Jessica thought about this for a moment, and then as if dismissing it said brightly, "You go, feed Arthur and come back and I have meal ready; you like?"

"You don't have to go to all that trouble, Jessica," I protested.

"No trouble, I like if you like."

I grinned and said, "Then yes, I like, thank you."

Jessica seemed to be one of those people who could find joy in almost any circumstances, and as she accompanied me to my car she seemed to hop and skip with pleasure. It occurred to me that she looked like a little sparrow, and thereafter that's was how I thought of her.

At the car she said, "You come back, I have food ready, then perhaps we talk?"

"Yes, I'll come back and we'll talk," I assured her.

I went home and fed Arthur and promised him that I wouldn't be home late. Engaged as he was in eating I don't think he took any notice of my assurance.

When I got back to Jessica's house she was still putting the final touches to the meal, and I sat at the kitchen table watching her as she hopped and skipped around apparently bubbling over with pleasure.

"I like cooking," she said, "but it nice when you cook for someone else as well. I not be long."

I felt rather moved by her rather sweet and unaffected cheerfulness, and the charm of her singing speech. The meal she prepared had rice as its base, but it was laced with vegetables, and small pieces of chicken. 

"You like?" she asked.

"Yes, I like very much," I said.

"You let me cook for you again?" she asked ingenuously.

Her enthusiasm and artlessness pulled me along with her and so I said, "If it's not too much trouble I'd..."

"Trouble, is trouble for you to teach computer? Is trouble for you to help me with my computer? If no trouble; why cooking for you sometimes a trouble to me?"

"Well, I just thought..."

"No trouble, I like; you nice man and your wife very lucky, yes?"

That had me blushing again but I managed a smile and said, "You'd have to ask Doris, but you can't do that."

"I very lucky," she said with for her unusual solemnity, "I marry when sixteen and Meng much older than me, but he kind and love me. You love Doris?"

"Yes, very much," I said.

"That good, very good." Then suddenly changing the topic she asked, "What work you do before you retire?"

"Oh, I was a research chemist."

"Ah, that very clever, is it not?"

I grinned and said, "Some people might think so; what did your husband do?"

"Ah, we have Malaysian restaurant, he manage I cook. I sold after he die."

The evening seemed to drift by unnoticed as she spoke about her life and work and she occasionally asked me questions about myself. Around eleven o'clock I remembered my promise to Arthur, so reluctantly I rose to leave saying, "If it's okay I'll get the new programme tomorrow and come and install it."

"Yes...yes...it okay. You come in afternoon and I cook for you again."

"Oh, I can't intrude like that, I mean..."

"Intrude...intrude, how you intrude? I like you; you say you like my cooking....you not like me?"

"Yes, I like you, yes, but I just feel..."

"Then you not feel intrude and tomorrow we eat and talk again, or we not talk and just be with each other, that nice."

That ended the matter, and as I drove home that night I knew that like me Jessica wanted company. It seemed so long since I had sat with someone and just talked - just enjoyed being with them.

I got the new programme and installed it and spent another evening with Jessica. She was a very infectiously happy person and she could, like the little sparrow I pictured her as, hop from one subject to the next with bewildering speed.

During that evening I learned that I had been wrong about Jessica being indigenous Malay. Her family had first arrived in the peninsular in the nineteenth century, and were from south India. I was curious about her name since it sounded so Western. When I asked her about it she laugh and said, "British stay a long time in Malaysia; they want rubber and tin. Many people use British names. My sister Joanne and brother Melvyn; my mother named Florence."

"Are they here?" I asked.

"No, they in Malaysia. Me and Meng come to have restaurant here, it only Malaysian restaurant in city."

"Yes, I've seen it," I replied, "but I've never been there."

"Ah yes, it good when Meng and me had, but after I sold, not so good. You want Malaysian food, I cook for you."

It was clear that a friendship was forming and I suppose I hung back a bit because the memory of Doris was still deeply embedded in me. Jessica was obviously inviting me to spend time with her and irrationally I felt as if I was being unfaithful to Doris. 

I hope it doesn't sound ungallant, but it was Jessica who was pushing the relationship and me who was reticent.

It was the time of year for our city to hold its annual Arts Festival, and Jessica was clearly determined not to let things rest. During our next computer class she said, "Malaysian dancers come to Festival, I like you to come with me to see. I pay, you enjoy."

That was too much. "No Jessica," I said firmly, you don't pay. I'm not poor so I pay."

She gave a gurgling sort of laugh and said, "Aha, then you come with me."

I'd walked right into that one without thinking about it. An extended but friendly argument now followed at the conclusion of which it was agreed that we would go to see the dancers, and we would both pay for our tickets.

Having never seen Malaysian dancers the evening proved to be a revelation; what to my ears was strange percussive music; the wonderful grace and beauty of the dancers, even though I didn't understand the meaning of it, I found quite overwhelming, and felt oddly deprived when it came to an end.

One amusing feature of the evening lay in my being with Jessica. She looked so tiny and fragile that I felt as if I was not so much accompanied by a mature woman, but a child. Her openness and wonderful exuberance added to that feeling.

Really she was quite irresistible and it seemed that there was no way she was going to let go of the hold she had on me, and growingly I didn't want her to let go. 

I suppose with some shame I have to admit that inhibited occidental that I am I was content to let her make the running. That "running" started to include evenings out to see films or go to the theatre. Jessica was very eclectic in her tastes and seemed to be able to find what was best in every kind of entertainment and recreational activity. 

The first ten week term came to an end and Jessica, who had been learning Word signed up for the next term to learn Publisher. She had the choice of two other teachers who taught Publisher, but insisted she had me.

We were now seeing each other and going our together regularly, and Jessica frequently cooked for me. Poor Arthur was seeing far less of me than he did during my hermit year, but being a cat he didn't seem to mind, just as long as I was there to feed him. 

It was all going very well. I'd come out of my shell, was doing something useful, and had very delightful companionship, plus delicious and free meals. To be quite truthful I hadn't considered that my relationship with Jessica would go beyond this, but that was without taking into account Jessica's high-spirited personality.

It was after yet another meal cooked by her that matters came unexpectedly to a head. 

We were sitting in her lounge; me in an armchair and she reclining on a heap of cushions – cushions seemed to abound in her house – in her favourite position when we were just talking or, on the odd occasions when we bothered, watching television.

In what for her was an unusually solemn voice she said, "I speak seriously, David."

"Oh?"

"You not laugh."

"All right, I won't laugh."

She suddenly sat upright and looking at me with a stern expression, went on, "And you not think me bad woman. There was only ever Meng."

"All right Jessica," I replied, wondering where this was leading, "I know you're not a bad woman, you very nice."

"Nice? Yes, I cook, we talk, and we go out together, you teach, yes?"

"Yes."

"You do not like me?"

I was stunned and after managing to collect my thoughts I replied, "What are you talking about Jessica, of course I like you, why else would I spend so much time with you?"

She laid a finger on her cheek and said, "You not like my skin...my colour; you think is ugly?"

"No...no...of course I don't, I think your colour is beautiful."

"Then you think all of me ugly?"

"This is ridiculous Jessica, you're and attractive woman." I almost added, "For your age," but stopped myself just in time.

"That true?"

"Yes, it's true."

"Then what you not like about me." She sounded a trifle tearful as she went on, "I cook for you, make myself look nice and wear nice clothes so you pleased to be with me, so what you not like?"

"Jessica, I don't know what this is all about. Of course I like you and think you're a very attractive lady, there isn't anything I don't like about you and I enjoy being with you so what are you..."

The next words came like a dagger striking home; "Then why you never touch me?"

"T-t-touch you?"

"Not even hold hand. You think I give you something bad?"

"N-n-no."

"Then why you make me ask you like this, you not like women?"

"Of course I like women, Doris and me were married for..."

"You love Doris but Doris not here. I love Meng, but Meng not here."

"I know but..."

She looked at me keenly for a few moments and then went on, "Perhaps you not able to...to...I don't know words; Meng and me we always talk another language when we speak of these things; what you say in English when men cannot touch woman?"

I'd started to get her drift so I said hesitantly, "Are talking about sexual impotence?"

What she did next amazed me. She went to a bookshelf and took down a dictionary, and handing it to me said, "You find word for me."

I found "impotent' and went to hand her the book, but she said, "You read for me."

I read, "Powerless; helpless, decrepit; wholly lacking in sexual power."

"Yes...yes...that what I mean; you im-pot–ent?" She made it sound rather like "Him hot tent."

That touched me on a raw nerve because although I didn't have the sexual vigour of youth, I'd prided myself that despite the passing years I still retained a high degree of potency.

"Certainly not," I said somewhat haughtily, "I'm quite capable of...of...well I'm not impotent."

"Then tell what you not like about me that you not touch me like man touches woman."

I was groping for words as I tried to cope with this rather one sided exchange.

"Well, I suppose..."

"You not suppose David... that what people say when they not tell what they truly think, you speak what you think."


Second Love



It came out with a rush, "Well I thought it might spoil our friendship if I tried to bring...er...touching into it."

Jessica rolled her eyes heavenward. "Then why you think I look nice for you...cook for you...you think I not want to..." She said something in what I supposed was her native language and then exasperated she said, "What right words in English for when man is with women...when they one?"

"Do you mean," I hesitated trying to find what I hoped was an acceptable way of putting it; then deciding on one of the milder forms I asked, "Do you mean making love?" 

"Yes...yes...when man and woman show how they love. I want to show my love, you not want to show yours."

"Of course I'd like to but..."

She suddenly changed tack and said more quietly, "Ah David, I sorry, you shy, you think I not like to see you...er...naked? I not shy and I show you, but I not bad...not...what you call it...slut? I show because I love."

With that she stood and started to undress while I sat riveted to the chair, unable to either protest or encourage. What was finally revealed was an exquisite little woman, slender, with small firm breasts and delicate brown nipples. At the top of her thighs were a small tuft of black pubic hair and the indications of firmly cleft pudenda.

Her dark skin seemed to glow, and my vaunted potency sprang into action. My penis rose to become a hard rod and started to drip pre-cum. 

Jessica, clearly alert for every sign of interest I might display said, "Ah, you cannot hide from me; I see you ready to love, so you love."

She came to me and giving me a very tender kiss, started to undress me, there was a bit of confusion over buttons and zips, but finally I was naked. 

Jessica touched my penis with her hand and said very softly, "I very small."

Failing to understand her meaning I said gently, "Yes, you're not very tall and..."

She touched her sex organ with her hand and said, "No...no David, I mean small here, and you very big, but I think you not hurt me because I am ready, you touch and feel."

She kissed me again and then guided my hand to her pudenda. I carefully inserted a finger into her vagina, and she was right, I could feel the warm moistness of her vagina, indicating her readiness for penetration.

"Come," she said seductively, "we lay here."

She drew me to the heap of cushions where she had been lying. I looked at her and she seemed so small and fragile. I said, "I'm too big, too heavy for you, I might..."

"I not fragile, but you lie and I come on top, I like."

Urged by her I lay down and she sat astride me. Guiding my penis with her hand she slowly lowered herself onto me. I felt the first touch of her outer lips, and then the soft warmth of her inner lips. She gradually dropped down on me, and she had been right, she was small. Her vaginal walls clung tightly round my shaft and seemed to pulsate with a sucking rhythm. 

"That beautiful, David, it love, you like?"

"Yes...yes I like."

When she had my full length in her she looked at me and said, "it been a long time for me; you too I think."

"Yes, a long time."

She started to make little jerking movements, leaning over me slightly. I think she had angled my penis so that it was touching her clitoris.

She kept emitting little sighs interspersed with words that I didn't understand, then in English she said, "I like...I love...you make lovely."

If one were to seek pluses in getting old I suppose one would be that you don't ejaculate as quickly as you did in the ardent days of youth. I reached with one hand and started to fondle a breast, while with the other I stroked her face and hair.

"You gentle lover," she said, "I like gentle and long time."

We must have gone on for nearly half and hour with Jessica occasionally changing the angle of my penetration and at times almost withdrawing from me so that I was just pressing against her clitoris.

Then very quietly at first she said, "My joy is coming...ah...ah...let....your joy...oh...ah...come."

I was ready and released the first jolt of sperm into her. She yelled out...Ah...aha...David...yes...eeena..." Then with little screams and once again with words in a language I didn't understand she began to thrash up and down on me wildly. I pumped sperm into her and gradually she quietened, her movements becoming less violent, until with a long sigh she stopped and drooped down over me, her head coming to rest on my chest.

We stayed quiet like that for some time, then she said, "It love with you David, you find love with me?"

"Yes, I said, I found love with you Jessica."

"You not be shy again?"

"No, I won't be shy again."

"If I say I want love, you not think me bad?"

"No, and if I say I want love with you won't think me bad?"

"No, in love nothing bad, you stay tonight with me and I show you much love."

"Yes, but I've got to go and..."

"I know what you say, you go feed Arthur."

"I'm afraid so."

"Then you come back?"

"Yes, if you want me to."

"I want, and you bring Arthur, and I feed him so you not go away."

Arthur was the thin end of the wedge. I didn't move in with Jessica immediately, but Arthur did, and he seemed to appreciate the chicken Jessica fed him more than the tins of cat food I gave him.

It took a little while for me to let go of the memories, but in the end I sold the house and all but the more sentimental pieces of furniture and ornaments. Certainly there was not room in Jessica's house for all my stuff. 

Jessica had been right; Doris was no longer with me or Meng with her. 

Some time before I finally moved in with Jessica I can recall asking myself, "David, what do you want to do with the rest of your life, your autumn years?"

My answer was, "I want to spend much of it with Jessica, the second love of my life; my little chocolate sparrow." 



Second Lover



The day was partly sunny, warm and a good breeze was blowing. I decided to go hunting for "treasure" on the beach. No, I wasn't hunting girls or anything like that, although I wouldn't want to pass up the chance to find a treasure like that. Instead, I was using my metal detector which detected everything from old tin cans, to jewelry, to coins. One day, I had found the strap of a watch, but I never found the watch it belonged to. I think it got $20 at the local pawn shop because it had some silver in it.

I decided to explore a stretch of the lakeshore that I hadn't gone to in a while. It was kinda secluded too. Just the kind of place that I could imagine taking a girl and...yeah. But the imagination only goes so far. Eventually, I'd run out of things to imagine and the my thinking would go in circles. Not something I looked forward to.

I didn't too much enjoy my train of thought, so my steps became hurried as I found some loose shorts, and grabbed a set of batteries in case the ones in my detector died suddenly. A short brisk walk through the trees and I found the edge of the lake. The best part about having a business online and a profitable one was that I could live on this sort of resort where some only dreamed of. The lake was private too and any tourist would have to pay more than a $1000 just to be on the main beach. Add another $4,000 to be on the sections of private beaches. Whoever was willing to pay that much might as well be living here. Of course, that was my own opinion and not necessarily shared by other residents. It was actually something like a retirement community without the gates.

I avoided going in the direction of the main beach. Not that I didn't like people, but just the sight of a shirtless guy walking around with a metal detector and everybody grabs for their purses. Not my kind of "fun". I found that somebody had built a sand castle on my beach. I was about to kick it apart when I noticed foot prints. They were about my size and they were headed in a meandering direction of the secluded spot. I got a tidal wave of curiosity and quietly followed the prints.

One of the reasons that this certain spot was so secluded was because there was a huge rock that protruded out of the lake and another one leaned up against it. The two of them formed a little bridge and tunnel. The other side was hidden from view by the boulder on the shore and the boulder did a good job of blocking any swift wind.

Today there was only the slight breeze. Today, I was tracking a set of footprints. Today, I could and might find treasure. Carefully, I walked between the two boulders and then stopped. To my surprise, there wasn't anyone in the clearing. My eyes followed the track and I grinned. About 10 feet from the water's edge, were the shoes that made the prints and a bikini outfit. Somewhere was its owner. I grinned again. Nothing was rarer than finding treasure that was newer than vintage.

A disturbance in the water. I looked out about 20 feet from shore. There she was, oblivious to my presence. She was floating on her back and her breasts looked like little islands below her chin. I wondered what they tasted like....... There was one way to find out, but would she let me.

A naughty but hot idea came over me and I silently made my move. Without alerting her, I quietly strode forward and picked up her bikini outfit. It was brightly colored with a neon orange, green, and pink design on it. From the medium size of it I knew I could almost suck one entirely into my mouth.

I took the outfit and quickly buried it. I dropped a coin or two in the cups so that my detector would be able to find it. Then, I walked out on the sand, picked up a pebble, and tossed in the water near her. Her reaction was immediate. With a quick roll, she dropped her breasts out of sight and turned to face me.

"What do you want?" she demanded.

"Well, you're on my beach," I replied. "And since you're on my beach, I'll ask you what you were doing away from the main beach."

"I was sunbathing," came her reply.

I pretended to be shocked as I asked, "In the NUDE?"

Her eyes quickly went to the spot where she'd put her stuff and all she saw were her shoes. Her eyes returned to me. While one hand was treading water with her feet, the other rose out and she flipped the bird at me. I just laughed at her. That made her mad and she pitched towards me and swam in closer. In her swimming, I couldn't help but notice her backbone and the curve that led to her butt. When she came in close enough to be standing but still mostly underwater, she noticed my watching eyes.

"So I have a nice body. What's it to you?" Her tone was still quite peeved. She still couldn't see her outfit.

"Well, you're on my beach, you haven't got your clothes and you're trying to demand something from me. I think it should be the other way around. You're on my beach and eventually you'll have to get out of the water. Now if you want your clothes back and me not reporting that you were here, I suggest you come out about right now." She stubbornly refused. "Ok, if you want to play that game," and I picked my cell out of my pocket and pretended to call. It might have been more fun if the beach manager had showed up in his police boat. He would've had to take her back to the dock and covered in life jackets. As I held the phone to my ear and pretended to be listening for the ringing, I heard her moving towards me. Apparently the outlook of being in trouble didn't suit her too well.

"Ok, I'll come out, but don't look," she said with as much command as she could muster.

"Oh, I don't think so," I countered. "My beach, my rules." And with that, I brought out a pair of handcuffs. You never know when cuffs can come handy. She grimaced a bit and then finally moved towards me again. First her shoulders and then her breasts came out of the water. I watched and grew hornier by the second. Her eyes finally left mine and traveled down my tanned shoulders and arms, down my chest and stomach till they rested on my shorts. Or to be exact, my growing bulge. Her stomach appeared and then her waist.

"Stop," I told her. With surprise in her eyes, she stopped. I walked into the water and commanded her to put her hands behind her back and turn around. She did and I quickly cuffed her. I walked behind her and made her walk to the grass. Seclusion is a good thing. Instead of making my move on her there, I took her to a small but sturdy tree. Warning her not to try anything, I took one of the cuffs of and then re-cuffed her with her bare back against the tree and her hands on the other side of it.

"I buried your outfit with a couple coins. Here are my rules. For each place that you tell me to check and your outfit isn't there, I get a half hour to do with you as I want. If you don't like what I want, then I'll call the manager and have you outta here in no time. Got it?" She did. By now, I was busting to get out of my wet shorts, so I unbuttoned my shorts and dropped them to the ground. Only then did I realize that I'd forgotten my underwear. A small gasp came from her. Apparently she was expecting underwear too.

"Where do you want me to look first?" I asked.

"Forget about looking," she said. I looked at her with curiosity as she continued. "I've always had a fantasy of being handcuffed by some total stranger. Now, I'm handcuffed, you're a total stranger and I want you to forget about what I was wearing and focus on what I am."

"Fair enough," I agreed. With that, I walked over to her and began to look at her body with intensity. As I watched, her nipples became hard and I impulsively reached out with my tongue and barely touched one of the nubs. That caused her to writhe a bit. I wondered about it and then moved in for the "kill". With a slowness, I started to swirl my tongue around in circles on her left areola. She moaned and writhed a little more. I took my left hand and began to massage her right breast. Her skin was soft and still a bit wet from the water. I kept massaging lightly with my hand, but I was starting to suck with force on her nipple. She almost went wild right there and then.

With a strength that I hadn't anticipated, she moved her body so that my head was mashed against her. Taking that hint, I stopped massaging one side and took my arms around her and took as much of her left breast as I could into my mouth. I swirled my tongue round the top and then nipped on the nub. It was hard a rock, but still had the sinuous softness that I'd come to enjoy.

I let off her breast and liked my way into her armpit. I turned abruptly to her and said, "IF I let you loose from your cuffs, will you agree to stay here and just sink to the grass?" Her head nodded furiously. Perhaps the passion had taken away her ability to speak. I quickly undid her hands and then she attached herself to me. Or rather, she attached her head to my cock. I moaned and sank to the ground and pulled her on top of me. She gladly came and as she settled into place, I quickly found her pussy and began to lick on it. She moaned and her tongue began to torture me by running around the head like my tongue had done to her areola. Then, she took it fully into her mouth and began to deep throat me. I grunted and then returned the favor as much as I could.

Her legs had been spread wide, but when I started to lick, they came together and pert near suffocated me. I had to pull back and then I realized that I didn't know her name. "Listen, um, I don't know what your name is, but you're making it hard to breathe down here. She apologized and said her name was "Lissa". Then, she continued to suck on me but was bobbing up and down and got harder still.

Using my hands as leverage to make sure she wasn't going to close up on me again, I began to lick her outer lips. She was fully shaved and her lips were oh so soft. My tongue moved between her lips and a moan went through her body. She wasn't exactly skinny and had just enough weight to make it hard to breathe. Less energy was needed to breathe anyway, so it was okay for the moment. I continued to push my tongue into her and she started to grind herself against me. I wondered how long she could last. I certainly couldn't last very long. I tapped her on the side and she stopped. I rolled onto my side so that her head was on my left thigh. That enabled my hips to move and while she held her head still and sucked on my cock, I began to thrust into her mouth.

At the same time, I took two of my fingers and began to fingerfuck her. At some point, she began to grind her pussy into my hand and was thrusting faster and faster until I suddenly stopped moving. I told her to open her mouth. She started to ask why when I exploded. Shot after shot after shot! Three strong shots that had her mouth full with each one. As soon as I was done, I turned my head and began to lick and suck on her pussy with a fury. Her moans told me that she was close and so did her leakage.

With a sudden rush and her body shaking with a miniature earthquake, she hit the big O. She didn't spurt like I did, but I was busy licking, slurping and sucking up every last bit of it. Then, I had an idea.

I told her to stand against the tree and with curiosity, she did. Then, I did my favorite thing and took my rock-hard cock and began to rub it between her labia lips. Slowly at first, but going faster and faster. A fire began to burn in my balls and her pussy was dripping sweet juices. With that motion, a sound similar to a locomotive filled the air. In all reality, my cock sliding up and down between her lips made a slapping sound and a wet one at that. I began to have to hold back again. My grunting came back and she just stood there and dripped.

In a sudden rush, I stepped into her and shoved my cock into her as far as it would go. Using the tree for leverage, I meshed my hips against hers and exploded once again inside of her. Then, I kissed her. I kissed her ears and she moaned. I licked her lips and her tongue flicked out to meet mine. I stuck my tongue out at hers and she sucked on it. She did the same and I quickly sucked on hers. I explored every bit of her face with my tongue as a way of returning the excellent blowjob that she'd given me.

Our tongues danced like never before. Without realizing it, I had resumed thrusting into her. The top of the tree was shaking with each thrust I made into her. I sucked on her tongue, her lips, her cheeks, her neck, her ears and all the while I was thrusting into her. She sank down the ground and I followed. My thrusts became harder as I pounded into her like a jackhammer into concrete. Then she stopped me.

She then rolled over on top of me and began to ride me. I watched in absolute erotic pleasure as her breasts bobbed up and down with her motion. She was riding and grinding and riding. Since I'd come twice already, she rode much longer than before.

I started to grunt. I wanted this time to be the best yet. I looked over my shoulder and saw a picnic table. Perfect. I tapped her on her stomach and when she turned to look at me, I used my thumb to point at the table. Her eyes gleamed. She rose off of me and my cock remained straight up as though she'd never left. I quickly got up and as we walked over, our mouths locked again. Tongues darting, sucking, licking,...I released her and then lay her back onto the table. Then, I began to thrust again.

The table began to rock with my thrusts and she began to bite her lip as blotches began to redden her skin. My cock slid through that canal and hit the end of her pussy so many times as I built up stem again. I gripped her knees and used them for leverage. My thrusting became even harder (if that was possible) and she began to cry out. Harder. Faster. Pounding into her. Finally I couldn't keep that pace any longer and exploded inside her again. She came at the same time and our combined liquids dribbled out like a leaky faucet.

At some point, I raised my head and found Lissa grinning at me. "My place or yours," she asked.