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Ten Years

By: sdwpthwlkr



Note: This story was inspired by a very close friend of mine. I certainly hope that you enjoy.



Ten Years



It all started with the fantasy of a young girl. She was on the edge of womanhood and in love. He was everything she could have wanted, tall, handsome, classy, and completely untouchable. He was her piano teacher and she was only 13 years old. Every time he walked into the room, she felt her heart stutter and her head swam. She was sure that she was in love, and that she would never feel the same way about anyone ever again. She looked upon him with wondrous eyes, his coal black hair almost blue in the right light, his eyes so piercing it seemed as if he were staring through her soul. Those long, delicate fingers as they danced over the piano keys and she wished deep in her soul that he would touch her in the same way. Alas, it was never meant to be, for he was over ten years older than her, an adult with his own life and career. She was sure that in his eyes, she was just a silly teenager with a crush. However, in the year that he taught her, he never said or did anything that would have belittled her feeling towards him, and that simply made her love him even more. In time, as all things do, their lessons ended, he moved on to different students, and she moved on to new teachers. In her heart though, she never lost the love she had for him, and found herself wondering had for him, and found herself wondering he was and fantasizing about him.

As the years passed, she grew into a beautiful woman. Tall, slender, and with curves in all the right places. She had all the boys at her beck and call, but none of them interested her. At least, not in the way her first love, her piano teacher, did. There came a time that one did catch her passing fancy, but even he did not hold a candle to what she still felt felt for the boy. One night, she gave herself to the boy, all the while wishing it were her old teacher. For all the fumbling and clumsy awkwardness, she still found it enjoyable, but wasn't in any particular hurry to repeat the experience. In the end, it was a simple invitation that made her greatest fantasy come true.

The event was a black tie gala being held at the local museum, and the invitation had come through her family. It was the opening for a new exhibit detailing the history of the Egyptian empire. Being she had always been fascinated by Egyptian history and culture, she was determined to attend. The night of the gala, the museum was lit up and the was full swing as her taxi pulled up to the front door. She clutched her small purse and stepped into the cool air. Her slinky blue dress slit up one side to mid-thigh clung to her curves, and her blonde hair fell in waves around her shoulders. Her make-up, lightly and artfully applied, served only to enhance her natural beauty. When she entered the museum, all eyes turned towards her and the conversation stopped for a moment. Dimly, in the background, she heard a muttered comment comparing her to Venus rising from the sea, and she could only smile at the compliment. Gradually, she made her through the room, talking with the various people she met along the way. She drifted from group to group for most of the evening, talking and charming all she came in contact with. While she went from person to person and group to group, she made sure to tour the exhibits as well, taking in the rich history represented in the rooms. She ended up by a replica of King Tut's sarcophagus talking with a small gathering of acquaintances when she heard a voice behind her. Her eyes widened as the disbelief at hearing it set in. she turned slowly around, and stared in amazement.

He stood in the center of a clutch of people, telling some story about his college days, eliciting laughter from those around him. With a trembling gait, she walked towards him. She had almost reached him before his eyes finally came around to meet hers. A thrill recognition ran through her when she saw his piercing green eyes for the first time in what seemed like forever. He stepped towards her, the look on his face plainly saying that he was trying to place hers.

"I don't know how to say this," he spoke in almost a whisper, "but I know you from somewhere, don't I?"

Her voice almost failed her for a moment, and she had to swallow twice before she gained control again. "It's me, Yvonne."

Knowing flashed in his eyes as he pieced everything together, "Yvonne? My god, how long has it been?"

"It's been about 10 years now."

He reached out and took one of her hands, "well, I have to say, the years have done you good." He looked her up and down, somehow taking in every inch of her body without giving the appearance of leering at her. "You have simply turned into a beautiful woman."

A slight blush tinged her cheeks, "thank you Mr. Cobb."

He laughed heartily and replied, "it's not a problem, but please, I think we're past the Mr. thing. Please, call me Richard now."

Another thrill ran through her with a shiver, settling in lower stomach with a warmth she had never really felt before. "Of course, Richard," she said, trying the name out on her tongue, and liking the feel, "What have you been doing all this time? Where have you been?"

Richard laughed again and began to explain all the things he had been doing, and she responded in kind. From there, they meandered from topic to topic, enjoying each others company for most of the rest of the night. As they talked, they wandered around the museum, taking in the different pieces and remarking on them. They discussed the art and found they were often in agreement on their opinions, with few exceptions. Towards the end of the evening, they found themselves alone in a wing of the museum that housed the Greek artifacts. As they stood beside a replica of the famous statue of David, Richard looked around surreptitiously and slowly, as if measuring, then cleared his throat.

Taking Yvonne's hand in his, he looked into her eyes and spoke in a low tone of voice, "you know, there's something I've been wanting to do all night, and I certainly hope you don't mind."

She was about to answer when suddenly, his hands were on either side of her face and he was kissing her. For a moment, confusion reigned in her head, but then his tongue slipped past her lips, and she involuntarily moaned back into his mouth. Two steps backwards later, and she was pressed against the side of the statue, the cold marble sending it's chill through the thin material of her dress in contrast to the heat coming off of Richard's body. Her hands came up to wrap around his waist, hooking into the muscles of his back, pulling him closer. The warmth that had been pooling in her lower stomach became an inferno. It was at that moment she realized that she wanted him badly, and she would have him. She rocked her hips forward into his and could feel his hardness through his trousers, which inflamed her even further.

As they kissed, their tongues jousting back and forth, slowly one of his hands drifted from the side of her face, down her neck, leaving little tendrils of flame on her skin as it passed. Down even further it dropped until the back of his knuckles scraped along the side of her breast. Yvonne sucked in a gasp and pushed her chest forward in an effort to increase the contact. As if reading her mind, Richard flipped his hand around and cupped the swell of her breast, his thumb coming to land lightly on her nipple. He ran it over her hardened nub, teasing it through the fabric. Her hands dropped and grasped his butt, pulling his hips in harder, his erection straining at his zipper. Without warning, his mouth came off of hers, and a momentary flash of disappointment went through her until his lips moved around to the side of her head and found her ear. He nibbled along it's curve and a moan of pleasure escaped her lips.

Soon, his other hand, which had been cupping her face still, dropped also, finding the bare skin of her leg where it showed through the slit of her dress. He ran his fingers and under the edge, trailing along the lower edge of her butt cheek. Her entire body felt as if it were on fire, and his touches only served to make it worse. His lips left her ear and traversed their way down her neck to the top of her chest. Her nipples pushed forward through her dress, aching in their need to be touched, and her entire being echoed the sentiment. The hand on her breast shifted slightly and she felt tips of his fingers working their way under the top edge of her dress seconds before he pulled it down, exposing her breast to his wandering lips. He worked his way around swell, giving kisses and nibbles all over before centering in on the nipple. The sudden heat from his lips and mouth covering the hard nub brought another gasp out from her.

Richard moved his lower hand from where it was stroking along the lower edge of her ass around to the front. His fingertips gently brushed along the front of her panties, the heat almost blasting though the material. She groaned slightly and let her head fall forward, resting on the top of his, smelling his shampoo and feeling the curls of hair against her cheek. His fingers pressed against her sex, her clit engorged and needing the pressure. She could feel herself getting light headed and swaying slightly against him, thankful for the fact he was still pushing her against the statue to keep her upright.

From the other side of the statue, they suddenly heard someone clear their throat. In a panic, the moved apart and hastily re-arranged themselves before coming out to see who it was. A lone security guard stood there a few feet away with a sheepish expression on his face.

"I'm sorry, folks, "he told them, "but the gala is wrapping up, and we have to make sure that everyone is out of the building."

Richard stepped forward, "that's perfectly fine," he looked back at Yvonne with mischievous expression in his eyes, "I think we were about ready to leave anyway." Taking her hand, he led her through the museum to the front entrance with a sure step, acting as if nothing had just happened. She felt a little puzzled at this. After all, she definitely had felt his excitement only moments before. Could he really turn it off that quickly? Once out the front door, he hurried her down the steps and, within seconds, had hailed a cab. Without saying a word, he hustled her into the back and climbed in after her. Using a minimum of talk, he gave the driver the address of a hotel just a little ways up the street before turning to her and studying her with those impossibly green eyes of his. He stayed silent for a minute before saying anything.

"Before we go any further, I want you to know that I fully intend to finish what we started," he said in a low voice, intended only for her ears, "but I won't if you don't want to."

Yvonne looked down briefly before bringing her eyes back up to meet his again, "I'll tell you right now," she said in just as low of a voice, "there is no way we are not finishing this," she ended with a smile, and reached out her hands to wrap around the back of his neck and drew his face in for another passionate kiss. The were still in an intense liplock when the taxi pulled up to the hotel. Quickly, they jumped out of the car and headed inside. A thought crossed her mind and she asked, "do you have a room here?" All Richard did was give her a grin and headed for the elevator with her in tow.

Three floors up, when the doors opened, he almost drug her down the hall to his room. With trembling hands, he opened the door and turned to Yvonne, about to say something. He never got the chance, however, as she shoved him into the room and slammed the door behind them. She grabbed him by the shoulders and guided him towards the bed, pushing him back until he fell onto. She stood before him, gazing down with her hands on her hips.

"I have to tell you something," she said with a half smile, "you have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this." Richard didn't reply, merely smiling at her in understanding. She raised her hands to behind her neck, where the straps of her dress were tied. Slowly, she pulled one of the free ends until the knot fell apart and the straps dropped away, exposing her breasts. He sat up and drew her into him. Her dress still hanging from her waist, his lips quickly found her nipple again. He went to work on one, then the other. When he would jump from one to the other, the slight amount of saliva left made her nipple pucker up even harder, the coolness contrasting with the warmth of his mouth. His hands slid down her waist to cradle her ass and began to knead them gently.

Yvonne draped her hands on his shoulders and let her head fall backwards, enjoying the feeling of his hands and lips all over her tender body. Bringing her head back up, she pushed on his shoulders until, once again, he was laying on the bed. She hiked her dress up and moved to straddle his hips, his still straining hardness only separated from her hot center by the thin fabric of his slacks and her panties. Even so, a thrill of passion ran through her. She stroked her hands down his chest, opening and spreading his jacket apart, then undoing the buttons of his shirt. She pulled open his shirt and, at the same time, pulled it from his slacks. Sitting him up slightly, she slid the jacket and shirt off, tossing them to the side and pushed him down flat again. Her fingernails ran lightly over his chest and brought a groan of pleasure from deep within him as she also ground her pelvis against him. With her hands spread across his chest, she leaned down and brushed her nipples over his exposed skin. Leaning down further, she crushed her breasts to him and planted her lips to his again. Her tongue snaked out and teased across his mouth before diving in. His hands came up to softly move across her back while their mouths continued to joust. Slowly, he drifted his hands downward until they were dipping underneath the bunched up material of her dress still around her waist. He began to push it down until, with a wiggle of her hips, the dress slipped off to pool around her knees as they rested on the bed. With a shimmy and shake, she managed to get the dress the rest of the way off, and it fell to the floor with a gentle shushing sound. Now, left only in her high heels and panties, his hands came up to grasp her ass.

Continuing to kiss her, he slowly rotated her body until she was lying on the bed and was hovering over her. He sat up and let his drift over her body, taking in the beauty of the sight before him. Richard then leaned down and covered one breast with his hand, and the other nipple with his mouth. Yvonne arched her back into him and moaned, the sound breaking the silence of the room. It was quite simply the sweetest music he had ever heard. He moved from one hardened nub to the other and back again several times before moving his way down her belly. He took his time wending his way down her taut stomach, stopping for a moment to dip his tongue into her belly button. She gasped again and giggled a little bit from the tickling sensation before he moved on again. He reached her panty line and skipped directly to her thighs, kissing and nibbling one then the other, working his way up and down. He would come close to the junction of her thighs, then dance away, teasing her almost without mercy. As he came close once again, her hips bucked upwards and his cheek contacted her still covered mound. The sheer heat she was giving off made his already rock hard member stiffen even further.

Moving his hands to the outside of her thighs, he glided them up the smooth skin of her hips. Once there, he grasped the edge of her black panties and pulled them down over her legs. Getting them to her feet, he maneuvered the panties over her high heels and flung them to the side. Kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed, he let his eyes make their way up those creamy thighs all the way to where they met. He was pleasantly surprised to find that she was completely shaven, the lips puffed out and glistened from the dampness, the clit peeking out from under it's hood almost shyly. Giving in to the urge, he leaned forward and placed a tender kiss directly on top of her mound. She shifted on the bed and a small cry erupted from her. Richard look this as a very good sign and delved into it more deeply, running his tongue from the bottom of her slit to near the top, lightly flicking her clit with the tip before moving back down again.

"Tease," he heard her mutter into the quietness of the room as her hands threaded their way through his hair.

He lifted his head and fraction to reply, "and you're enjoying it," he said with a little laugh, and flicked her button again with a little more force.

Her head tilted backward, "oh god, yes." From then on, words were not necessary, they let their bodies do all the talking. He continued to make love to her with his mouth, and she responded with excitement and passion. He worked his way up and down her lips several times before centering in on her hardened nub. He drew it into his mouth, keeping suction on it while flicking it back and forth with his tongue. Soon, she was writhing on the bed and he had to slide his hands around her thighs to steady her. Sensing she was near the edge, he redoubled his efforts, throwing himself into it even more. He drove her higher and higher, ever closer to the point of no return, until she stood on the very lip of the precipice. While she quivered on the tip of her orgasm, he slipped two fingers into her wet canal and curved them, stroking along the front of her canal. That was all she need, and with a cry of delight, her orgasm exploded and swept over her. Time seemed to turn itself inside out, and the only thing she knew was pleasure so intense that it was almost painful. As she started to come down from the peak, however, it became clear that Richard was not done yet, and he drove her upwards once again. With only his lips, tongue, and fingers, he pushed her over the brink over and over again until she was sure that she was going to pass out. Finally, she could take no more and pushed him away.

He sat back and gazed at her for a few moments. He had thought she was beautiful before, but here in the post-orgasmic afterglow, she had become simply radiant. Even as he looked at her, she shook head to clear away some of the cobwebs and sat up. Not saying anything, she reached out for his hands and pulled him to a standing position in front of her. From there, her hands were a blur of action as as she undid his belt and button of his slacks. In seconds, she had the zipper down and was pushing his pants over his hips. They fell away, landing in a pile on his feet and exposing his hardness to her, the head dancing and swaying in front of her face. He quickly kicked off his shoes and the pants, shuffling them to the side.

Yvonne reached out with one hand and wrapped it around the shaft, her thumb rubbing across the spongy tip, and bringing a groan from his lips. Leaning forward, she first placed a kiss on the head, then took it in her mouth. His hips twitched and a deeper groan escaped from deep within his chest. She took as much of him as she could into her mouth, sliding her lips up and down his manhood, using her tongue to tease the head and making the thing twitch and move in her mouth. Her other hand came up and gently cradled his testicles, rolling them between her fingers even as she increased the suction on his steel hard shaft. She kept this up until he could take no more and stepped back. Her mouth came off of him with a little pop, and she looked up at him in confusion until he stepped forward and took her shoulders in his hands.

He gently pushed her back on the bed again, and guided her up until she was lying fully out with her head on the pillow, her hair spread out and framing her gorgeous face like a halo. He moved over her and positioned himself at her entrance. He reached down and, grasping the shaft, slid the tip up and down her lips, lightly smacking it on her clit. She reached up and put her hands on the backs of his shoulders, her nails digging in slightly. With a slow push, he inserted the tip into her entrance and paused, getting used to the heat, before he slid in the rest of the way. Soon, he was balls deep, and she felt deliciously full from him. She could feel him move inside her, and she loved the feeling. She had never known it could feel this good. Beginning slowly, he pulled out until only the tip remained, then pushed back in, setting a steady rhythm. She raised her hips and wrapped her legs around his waist, matching his rhythm with her own. Suddenly, he slammed himself fully and deeply into her. Yvonne was not expecting this, but the sensation was so intense that she cried out. Richard started the slow rhythm again, only to punctuate it every few strokes with a hard slam. Soon, she was writhing under his body. He leaned down and kissed her even as he continued to stroke in and out, his tongue slipping into her mouth. She could faintly taste herself on his lips and tongue, and inly got more excited at the flavor. After only a moment of this, he broke off the kiss and sat up.


Ten Years



Looking down at her with a mischievous grin, he reached up one hand to his mouth and licked the thumb before sliding it between their bodies and using it to cover her clit. He started to stroke back and forth once more, teasing and manipulating her button at the same time. Within seconds, he had her at the edge again, and without a second thought, drove her right over. The orgasm crashed into her gloriously and she moaned in delight as he pushed her over the brink time and time again. Finally, he took his thumb away and let his upper body drop again until he was pressed against hers. He reached out and took one breast in his hand, his mouth covering the nipple. He flicked it back and forth until she was squirming under him.

With a subtle shift of her body, she dropped her legs from around his waist and placed her feet flat on the bed. Sliding her hands around to the front of his shoulders, she pushed him over, rolling with him until she was straddling him. He looked up at her with wondering eyes and reached up with both hands to cover her breasts. She began to rock her hips back and forth, enjoying the twin feelings of him sliding in and out of her, and the pressure on her clit. She tried to go slowly as as he did, but soon found herself speeding up faster and faster. She splayed her hands over his chest to give herself more leverage and moved even faster. Looking down at his face, she could tell his breath was coming in short gasps and he was as close as she was. This only increased her determination and she squeezed down with her inner muscles. He almost sat up and, with a muttered oath, erupted inside of her.

That was all the it took, and her own orgasm took over, exploding like a rocket throughout her body. She felt every twitch of his muscle inside of her, his sperm spurting into her, and it made her orgasm even more intense. Wave after wave pulsed through her and she rode it from crest to crest until she was completely spent. After what seemed like forever, she collapsed onto him, exhausted. After a moment, she slid off him to the side and snuggled close into him, her head on his chest and his arms cradled around her. She could only think one thought before she drifted off in contentment.

"Well, that was certainly worth the wait."



Ten Years an Exhibitionist



I moved home after college graduation. Right back into my old bedroom. My social life went from crazy campus life where you could find somebody to hang out with no matter what you wanted to do, to having dinner at the same time every night with my parents. This series covers the next ten years or so. 

A couple months after I moved home, my sister and BIL bought a house about ten minutes away, so I hung out with them a lot. In fact I became a regular at their house on the weekends. They always had beer and wine in the fridge, always had music playing, and always had something going on. My BIL had also recently gotten a big bonus check and bought a hot tub. 

My sister and BIL were the only people in my family who had an inkling that I had become a party girl at college. My aunts and uncles would all made jokes about me "letting loose" but then I would tell a story about me drinking two whole beers or whatever and they would all laugh. My letting loose was universally thought to be G-rated. 

My older sister and her husband weren't so sure. One night I had played strip poker with them a couple years ago, right before they got married. And they had frequently seen me get drunk at their house, which I never did in front of other family members. But they truly had no idea about the crazy side of me that had come out in college. 

I had been home for a couple months at this point, and it was weird how easily I had slipped back into my pre-college personality as a nerdy book worm around my family and high school friends. The thing is that when I got drunk, the college me would sometimes rise dangerously close to the surface. 

One Friday night I was hanging out at my sister's house as usual. Some friends of theirs had come by and played basketball for a few hours, but they had all left and it was just me, my sister and BIL sitting on the deck drinking. It was after midnight and we were all quite buzzed when BIL suggested we get in the hot tub. We all thought it was a good idea so BIL went inside to put some beers in a cooler and get some towels. 

After BIL went inside, my sister said that she would find a bathing suit for me, and I just laughed. It was a long running joke that she had gotten the boobs in the family. At 22, I was still a medium B cup, and she had been a solid DD cup since she was 16. Needless to say, we didn't share clothes very often. 

"Do you guys ever go in the tub naked?" I asked my sister. I could feel my heart beating faster, just asking the question. 

"Sure, sometimes. Late at night," she replied. "If it were up to my husband, we would always go naked," she laughed. 

"So let's do that, let's go in the tub naked. It will totally surprise him," I suggested. 

"Are you serious?" my sister looked at me with wide eyes. 

"Yeah, I don't care. He's already seen me naked that night when we played poker. It will be funny to see the look on his face," I answered. 

My sister started to reply, but was interrupted when BIL returned carrying a small cooler and three beach towels. He had already put on a bathing suit. 

"Are you guys ready?" he asked. 

I jumped up and answered for both of us. "Let's do it."

We walked around to the side of the house where the hot tub was located. My heart was racing at the thought of getting naked in front of people for the first time since I moved home. 

When we got to the tub, BIL put down the cooler and towels and started working on removing the cover. My sister looked at me with her eyebrows raised, silently asking, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

I just smiled, pulled my t-shirt over my head, and dropped it on the grass. I quickly reached behind and undid the clasp on my bra and dropped it on top of my shirt. My idea was to have us both get completely naked before he finished getting the cover off. That way we could surprise him when he turned around. I looked at my sister, nodded my head at BIL and then down at my growing pile of clothes to convey my plan. 

My sister shook her head a couple times, but when she realized what I was doing, her face lit up. She loved pulling surprises on her husband. She quickly started un-dressing. 

BIL got the cover off and turned around to tell us everything was ready. 

I was standing completely naked with my hands on my hips, and my sister was down to her panties. 

BIL looked back and forth between his wife and me with his mouth open. I saw his eyes dart up and down as he tried to keep eye contact, but couldn't help checking to see if we were actually naked. 

My sister pushed her panties to the ground and said, "Surprise!"

BIL said he was very surprised, and this was a particularly good surprise. 

"Well, what are you waiting for?" I said to BIL. 

"What?" he asked. 

"Get naked!" I answered. 

"Oh, yeah, of course," he stammered. He set his beer on the ledge of the tub and pulled off his shirt and then dropped his trunks. I let my eyes wander down and noticed that BIL's penis looked fuller than I remembered from when we played strip poker a few years ago. He was not hard, but had what one of my college boyfriends called a chubby. 

We were just about to climb into the tub when BIL said, "Shit! Hold on, I forgot to check the chemicals."

The hot tub was new and BIL was obsessed with doing everything right with the filter, the water level, the pump, and especially the chemicals that kept the hot tub water clean. He apologized and said he needed a minute to check things out. He went into the garage, still naked, to get the test kit. 

Once he was gone I asked my sister, "Do you think he was surprised?"

"Uh, yeah" she replied. "Are you really ok with this or are you just drunk?"

"Look," I said. "You guys have both seen me naked before, so who cares?"

"Ok. I know BIL isn't going to object. He loves getting naked, and loves getting me naked. I just want to make sure you are ok."

"I am totally ok," I assured her. "This isn't the first time I have skinny dipped."

I got another shocked look from my sister, but before she could respond, BIL came back with an armful of plastic bottles and a flashlight. I skipped over to his side and asked if he needed help. He handed me a couple of the bottles and kept the smallest one and the flashlight. 

"First I have to test the water," he explained. "The color on this strip will tell me what we need to do."

He un-screwed the lid on the small bottle and withdrew a narrow strip of cardboard. He dipped the strip into the tub and counted to ten. Then he pulled the strip out of the water and shook it a couple times. Finally he picked up the flashlight and flipped it on to look at the strip and see what the color was. 

At the time I thought it was an accident, but now I know it wasn't. When he turned on the flashlight and pointed it at the strip, it was also pointed directly at me. I jumped a little at the sudden illumination, but BIL was showing me the strip and asking what color it was closest to, so I just focused on that. At one point I looked down and it looked like my naked body was on an operating table it was so bright. 

My nipples were crinkly and tight under the bright light, but BIL kept the discussion on the chemicals. He asked for one of the bottles I was holding, and then handed me the flashlight. He measured out a scoop of something and asked me to shine the light so he could see. He dumped the scoop into the tub and turned on the jets and said that we needed to wait about five minutes. 

I was still holding the flashlight, and I playfully pointed it at BIL and he shook his hips making his dick flop around and then turned and flashed his un-tanned white ass. Then I pointed it at my sister, and she shook her boobs. She grabbed the flashlight and pointed it at me and I half bent over and mooned them. We were all having fun being naked, and we hadn't even gotten into the tub yet. 

We all got a fresh drink and stood around talking, naked, but without making a thing about being naked. If this had happened in today's world of cellphone cameras I guarantee we would have taken a bunch of pictures of us together naked. 

It was really weird for me emotionally. On one hand it felt great to be naked in front of other people, especially after a few months of total lockdown. On the other hand, it was my sister who really didn't count, and my BIL who occupied a strange dual position in my mind. He was truly like a brother to me, but he was also good looking and from what I had heard from my sister he was great in bed. And despite his attempt to be discrete, I repeatedly caught him checking out my boobs and pussy, and that would give me a charge every time. 

After a few minutes, BIL declared that the water was ready and we all climbed into the hot tub. 

Based on what I have read on this site, this is where most of the other stories start, "The three of us climbed into the hot tub naked..." 

But for me this is where this true story ends. We stayed in the hot tub naked for almost an hour talking and drinking. But because of the way my sister and I set the tone, coupled with the fact that we all stood around naked, playing with a flashlight before we got into the tub, the time in the tub wasn't really that exhibitionistic. 

Don't get me wrong, being naked in water is about the best thing in the world. With a good buzz, and in the company of friends, there is almost nothing better. And I was still very aware of what I was showing. When I sat with my boobs above the water, or sat on the edge to cool off I could feel my heart quicken. I caught my sister and her husband groping each other under water a few times, but I also noticed that anytime I was showing something, BIL was aware and subtly watching me. 

We looked at the stars and talked about life and finished the beers in the cooler and then decided to call it a night. We got out of the tub, grabbed the towels and dried off, picked up our clothes and headed inside. I slept on the couch, BIL chased my sister up the stairs to their bedroom. 

That was the first of many naked experiences in their hot tub over the next 5 years.



Ten Years Gone



I had not seen him in over ten years. He had been by first true love. I was just a teenager, he was much older, and I had fallen hopelessly head over heels for him. Nothing had happened, but in some way that made me even crazier about him. I m now in my late twenties and I have had my fair share of men and romances, but I always found my thoughts running back to him. His black hair, his intoxicating cologne, but mostly the way he looked at me with those incredible blue eyes. It was as if he looked right into me, he knew what I was thinking, and what I secretly wanted. Although it was slightly disconcerting I have to admit that it gave me wonderful butterflies in my stomach. In addition, he always treated me with such love and understanding. I could tell he was a caring and gentle soul who would never hurt me. When I was with him it was as if I was the reason for his existence, that I was the embodiment of all of his desires.

And now I was driving over to his house to have dinner. We had stayed in touch over the years through email and I mentioned that I would be back in town for a week or so. He then suggested I come over for dinner. Dinner, but I knew it would be much more than that. He knew how I felt about him. I could not hold that back in all the emails that flew back and forth between us. I knew how he felt about me as well. I'll admit I poured out all my desires to him. I had been so disappointed with the men in my life that I just had to get all of that out of my system. Part and parcel to that was the realization that the men in my life were always mentally being compared to him, and they were all found wanting. For a time I would enjoy myself, but in the back of my mind I was wishing, hoping, that somehow they would magically turn into him, and when they didn't, I ended up disappointed. How could I not tell him this? How could I keep this bottled up?

Briefly, I thought that telling him all of this might be either upsetting, or make him feel that I was creating an unrealistic image that he could not possibly live up to. Yet, it did not even seem to phase him. In fact, he opened up and told me of his long held feelings for me. His desires were exactly what I had I hope for, but nonetheless I was struck by their intensity. His impassioned emails made me feel alive, which was something I had not felt in a long time. On top of that his rapacious desire to possess me insured that I would spend most of every day in wet panties after reading his latest email. His letters were a delightful mix of love and lust; he told me he loved me from the moment our eyes met, but he knew it was not the right time. He wrote of how much he thought of me constantly through the years even when he lost hope of ever seeing me again. His emails full of hunger, his uncontrollable need to have me for his own, and finally now he'd hoped that that his unsatiated hunger, and his time in purgatory, were at an end. He had patiently waited, unable and unwilling to get me out of his thoughts. Patient, as I worked my way through life only to come full circle back to him. 

I decided to pull out all the stops tonight. I was going to make him drool the moment he saw me. I had a pretty good idea about his wardrobe preferences and besides which he was a man, and I knew a thing or two about them! I knew he liked really big hop earrings and they went quite nicely with my short red hair. I also knew he like short skirts (which showed off my petite frame) and high heeled chunky shoes which raise me nearer to his height. For my top I wanted something low cut to show off my nice rack. All that was left was a bit of lip gloss, mascara and eye shadow to complete the look.

And so now as I stood on his doorstep I took a moment to settle down before I knocked. When he came to the door I tried my best, but I'm sure I looked quite nervous.

"C'mon in" He paused for a moment. "You look absolutely beautiful." His eyes twinkled just like I remembered.

"Thanks," I managed to say.

"I'm almost done with dinner. Can I get you a glass of wine?" 

"Please." 

He was even more beautiful than I remembered. Older, yes, but he never lost his boyish quality that made you think he was much younger. He was wearing an apron over dark pants and a white shirt. His tousled black hair framed a warm and handsome face topped off by an incredibly sexy moustache and the bluest eyes I have ever seen. As he poured the wine I could smell his cologne. I had often bought the men in my life that same cologne, which I knew was simply an attempt to capture something I had lost. I realized just then that it was his fragrance. It was as if it made just for him, it reacted with his chemistry and he wore it like a second skin. It sent a wave of exhilaration over my body.

As we drank our wine in the kitchen we caught up on each other's lives. Small talk soon gave way to more serious conversation just as the wine was making me feel relaxed. In the back of my mind it registered that there was very erotic music playing in the background. I couldn't make out specifics, yet the overall impression was very sensuous. 

"I can't get over how gorgeous you are. Every year you get more and more beautiful." His sparkling eyes were filled with such longing.

I'm sure I blushed like a school girl, but I could not stop looking at his eyes. I felt like I was about to burst. Every fiber of my being was filled with desire for him.

As if he could read my thoughts he reached over and gently cupped my head in his hands and then softly kissed me. I felt the butterflies return. He pulled away still cradling my head in his hands. "I have wanted to do that for a very long time." He softly smiled.

Yes! My whole body was quivering. I was so ready for this!

"Dinner's ready. Let's set down and eat." 

I had all I could to compose myself and sit down. My mind was racing. What had happened? Why hadn't he? Then it dawned on me. He was establishing control. He was letting me know that we were on his game plan. He would take things at his own pace, and I would have to follow. I was surprisingly aroused at this realization, suddenly and desperately anxious to be controlled by him. 

Dinner was simply delicious. He could really cook, but I was a chore to concentrate of the food as I was continually distracted by my soaking wet panties. I could still feel those soft lips and a slight tingling from our kiss. We sat around the table afterwards, I was enjoying my buzz from the wine a little smoke that we had after dinner. 

He cleared this dishes and I thought we might go into the other room. However, he took my hands as I stood up, and with willful slowness kissed me again. Instantly it felt as if my knees were giving way. Every cell in my body screamed all at once. Unlike the first one, this kiss continued as we melted together. It was then that I felt a wave of cum sweep over me. Starting with my feet, it rolled over me all the way to the top of my head. I'm sure he could feel my body explode as he held me tight. As I didn't want the kissing to stop, all I could do was moan.

"Mnnnnnnnn. Onnnnnnnnnn. Fnnnnnn." I thought it was quite loud as my body shook from the orgasm he was giving me.

He pulled away from my lips. ""Did you like that?" he said with a smile.

"That's never happened before," I replied. He looked at me quizzically. "No I mean I've never cum from just kissing," I explained. 

"I told you years ago that you would be mine. Now do you believe me?

I nodded. "I have always been yours." 

He didn't say a thing. He gently pushed me back up on the dining room table, slowly pulling my soaked panties down, and kneeled down before me. 

"I have wanted this for so long." He said as he looked up at me.

With his soft hands caressing my thighs and ass he began to lick me so delicately, so sensually, that I knew I was going soon going to cum again. His tongue, so soft at first I was unsure if he was touching me, caressed and teased my pussy. Long ice cream licks, followed by tender flicks on my clit, brought me to the edge very quickly. He would sense this and ease back just enough to keep me from losing control. He was showing off his power over me and he knew he was good at it. No one had ever licked my pussy with such passion and intensity, I could feel his hunger for me like an electric charge. He used his tongue expertly, bringing me back to that edge several times; after ten minutes or so my body was aching for release.

"Oh my god! My god! My god! Baby, baby make me cum!" I pleaded. 

He looked up into my eyes. "Time to cum for me baby." With that he swirled his tongue around my ass in ever tightening circles. By the time his tongue had found its mark I was blowing like a volcano.

"I'm cumming baby, I fucking cummingg haaarrrrrd!"

He kept slowly licking my ass, looking up at me like a man dying of thirst who has just found water. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Fucking cumming!" I had lost all control.

His tongue moved back up to my pussy eagerly licking up all my juices. He looked positively radiant. 

"You are fucking delectable." He commented in between licks.

"That did it! The look on his face was enough, but now he had to go and say that! I exploded again so quickly I didn't have time to prepare. Everything shook, my body, the table, everything. He began to moan and lick me with even more eagerness as I gave him another sweet present. I thought I would have a chance to calm down after this last cum, but he had no intention of slowing down. I was his plaything and if he wanted to make me cum a dozen times, he was going to do just that. He possessed me, but with a mixture of gentility and lust that it seemed perfectly natural. 

He stood up now and I slipped off the table. I could somehow still feel his tongue swirling around my ass as I unbuckled his belt and took off his pants. His cock was beautiful, a nice thick shaft with a large head that I knew was going to drive my pussy crazy. On my knees before him I began to nibble on his superbly heavy balls. As my lips and tongue caressed them I noticed that he tasted marvelous. I looked up at him, his love for me clearly apparent on his face. 

"You just knew how much I love getting my balls licked and sucked didn't you?" he asked quietly.

I smiled and continued to lick and suck his balls until they were completely soaked with my spit. I had never produced so much spit, but I knew that he loved it sloppy. As I pulled back several strands of spit remained connected to my lips and his balls. I also knew how fucking hot this looked so I just held myself there, lips and chin soaked, with thin arcs of spit trailing to his balls. He just stared at me.

"Fuck." He paused. "You look so fucking gorgeous right now."

I made sure he was looking right into my eyes as I opened my mouth and began to slowly swallow him. Without using my hands I lowered my hungry mouth millimeter by millimeter on his throbbing shaft. Like his balls, his cock tasted so good I began to salivate even more. By the time I had taken three fourths of him down, spit began to drip past my lips. I wanted to take him all the way down, so I relaxed my gag reflex and slowly continued. All the time I keep staring up into his eyes.

He looked right back at me and when I had almost taken all of him he said, "Cum for me baby."

Before he had even finished the sentence I was rocked by another orgasmic wave sweeping over me. I still had him deep in my mouth.

"Ffffghhhhhnnn," I said, not wanting to take him out of my mouth. 

"That's delicious baby, I can feel you cum in your mouth. You know when you do that you make my cock thicker" 

I needed to catch my breath so I reluctantly took him out of my mouth. Even more strands of spit trailed from my lips to his thick shaft. 

"That's another thing that's never happened before." I gasped.

"You know I can make you cum whenever I want." He stated very matter of factly.

"I'm starting to believe." I smiled back at him.

"I think it's wet enough," he said looking at my handy work on his throbbing spit soaked cock.

He pulled me up and turned me around bending me over the kitchen counter. 

"Nice fucking shoes" he said.

Those chunky five inch heels shoes were more than just sexy, they put my ass up at just the right height for his delicious meat. 

"I was hoping you would love them," I said.

I was so fucking hungry for his thick cock, my pussy was so wet and so ready for him! Instead I felt the tip of his cock on my ass, and before I could even say a word he popped that big head in. It was one of the most exquisite sensations I have ever experienced. My ass came hard and quickly on his massive head. I grabbed the edges of the countertop in a feeble attempt to maintain control. Lights were going off in my head as I tried to comprehend what was happening. I was fucking exploding on the head of his cock in my ass! He wasn't even moving. He was holding himself there soaking up everything I was giving him. 

"I love the feel of your ass cumming." He whispered. 

With my ass exploding like that it was near impossible to respond, let alone form coherent words.

Gradually, at first imperceptibly, he began to pump his shaft into my ass. There was no pain or discomfort, just a natural, easy motion that was slowly sending me to that edge again. I gripped the countertop tighter as he held on to my hips and thrust his cock deeper and deeper into my ass. He was magnificent. I could feel every inch of his cock. I could feel every pulse, throb and motion. When I felt his balls slap my pussy, I knew he was all the way in me. Like a piston he keep pumping and pumping my ass, his cock demanding that I submit to him and give him everything he wanted. I was sinking deeper under his control.

"Fuck that ass baby! Yes! Yes! Yes! Take it, just fucking take it!" I screamed.

"Do you like the feeling of my cock deep in your ass baby?" he asked

"Fuck yes! Fuck yes I do!" I replied. 

"Good, because I fucking love your ass baby." He paused. "Fucking heels, a short skirt, and a tight little ass! Fucking heaven." 

Every throb of his shaft, as he pumped in and out, sent warm waves of cum all over my pussy. I could sense, and the intensity of the pulses increased that he was about to explode.

"C'mon baby, empty those fucking balls in my ass!" I couldn't believe what I was saying.

His body shuddered as he unloaded deep in my ass. It was so heavenly, feeling his cock pump gallons of jizz, that I blasted another orgasm all over his shaft. His cock kept blowing and I kept blowing for what seemed like several minutes. Yet he never slowed down his relentless fucking of my ass. He stayed hard and hungry.

"I can fuck you like this all night," he declared. "I can cum a dozen times." 

With that he pulled out of my ass and plunged right into my pussy. Needless to say I exploded for the umpteenth time as soon as he entered me. His firm, but soft hands stroked my body as the head of his cock rippled up and down inside my pussy. Soon the orgasms were so close together that they became one long one. It was a good thing I had this countertop, because I don't think I could have held myself up. 

With every stroke he was taking everything from me. I was melting under his power. Soon the world blurred and then faded away, replaced with the sensation of his cock dominating my pussy. His hands roamed freely over my thighs, ass and back, instinctively knowing where to touch me at any given moment. 

"You are mine."

"I belong to you."

"Forever?"

"Forever my love"

I felt his cock throb as he unloaded deep in my pussy. 

"Fuck yes," was his only comment.

Still he never slackened. In fact could have sworn that each time he came his cock grew bigger, thicker. He seemed to be running on pure lust. I was now completely submerged in his world of carnal cravings, and unbridled sexual desires.

The next thing I knew we were heading for the bedroom. My entire body was on fire for him. I wanted him to take me, dominate me, make me cum until I was completely drained. Most of all I wanted that thick cock in my mouth again. I laid down on my back on the bed and hung my head slightly over the edge. He smiled, knowing exactly what I had in mind. He easily positioned himself standing beside the bed, his cock right in front of my upside down face. 

I fought the urge to immediately swallow him all the way down and contented myself with teasing the head, and licking the top of the shaft. Languidly he began to pump his cock into my mouth. And just like my ass, he was soon going deeper and deeper. With graceful passion he thrust his cock further down my throat. So gentle, yet so powerful. So loving, yet demanding. I was swept away again as he fucked my mouth. I could feel his whole body, his pent up thirst for me, his lascivious cravings that had gone so long without release. 

I too was feeding off of him. This first time he came in my mouth, as soon as a felt the first throb, I swallowed him all the way down and held him there. His body shook hard as he exploded right down my throat. I didn't have to think, everything just came naturally. I devoured his cum with wild abandon. For well over a minute his cock throbbed and pumped cum into me. My god, I thought to myself, his balls are fucking huge! After two minutes the throbbing slowed down and I let him go. 

He looked down at me with such love that I was speechless. 

"You are everything to me," he said.

"That's what I want to be." I shifted around so that I could look at him right side up. "I see you're still hard!" 

"I've got ten years of catching up to do baby." 

"So what do you want to do next?" I asked.

"What's my name?" he replied.

"Jeffrey," I said.

"My full name." he demanded.

"Jeffery Scott," I answered again. The smile on his face said everything. He pulled me up to him and kissed me hard. I began to melt all over again.



Ten Years to Heaven



Sitting back in the non-descriptive black car, he watched as the two boys left the house on the corner. Both were tall and slim for their ages and yet showed signs of one day being muscular in a rangy sort of way. To anyone else, they might have seemed like identical twins, but he saw the differences. The older one had a softer smile, a fuller set of lips. His eyes were rounder then the younger one, and the observer was sure if he saw them up close, they would be a soft, storm gray color. His twin was darker in his complexion, looking like he would have a constant five o'clock shadow when he was old enough to grow a beard. His hair was a darker shade of black and there was no missing that his eyes were just as dark as the hair. Both boys were handsome despite what little baby fat their faces held and would grow into tall, handsome men.

"Ty, Ryder. Don't forget to go to grandmas after school today." A woman's voice stopped them almost parallel to the car. "I got to work late."

Both boys waved and nodded. "Okay mom." "See you later."

The boys went on walking but the observer had turned his attention to the woman. She had barely changed in the last ten years. Her body, once tall and chubby was now tall and stately. Her legs had grown long and well shaped from the way the jeans hugged them, and her chest had expanded with the birth of the boys. He smiled as it occurred to him that never again would she complain of not having the bust she thought she should. Her dishwater colored hair was sun streaked now and it hung down to almost her waist in soft waves. She ran a hand through it as she watched her sons reach the corner and he saw her heart shaped face was slightly tanned, but still clear with a peaches and cream glow. He knew that as they had been then, her eyes were the same storm cloud gray as her son. When they flickered in his direction, he was sure she knew he was there. Instead, she turned on her heel and walked back into the house.

With a grin, he started the car once she had disappeared, and moved it to the area behind where a newer model truck was parked. The house was nice, and the yard was full of early spring flowers and shrubs. This was more then just a house, it was a home. A dog barked behind a high fence and he guessed it would be a big mutt; she had always been fond of them. Shutting down the car, he glanced in the rear view mirror. He didn't like what he saw but ten years changed a man and when you spent that ten years locked behind high prison walls, well the changes weren't always for the better.

He shut down the car and slid his long, lean frame from behind the wheel. Walking up to the front door he was careful not to tread on the flowers or the grass. Instead he used the sidewalk and at the door he wondered if she hadn't been watching or waiting for him. He barely had a chance to knock on it, or ring the door bell before it opened. Her eyes took him in from top to bottom and he saw her smile with that same glow that so often had filled her eyes. 

"About time you came home lover, I been waiting for you." Her voice had that same sweet tone to it that he had heard the first time she spoke to him.

A smile crossed his face. "Have you really sweetheart? How much have you missed me?" It was clear she wanted to show him just how much she had missed him, he knew how hot her blood ran and his spies had told him that not once in the last ten years had she been with another man beyond a working or friendship type scenario. A part of him had been afraid, but he had pushed it away. He knew what she had told him and that she never lied or tried to fool anyone. It wasn't in her nature.

"Get your ass in here, and I'll show you." Not even caring if the neighbors might be watching them; she reached out and caught his hand in hers, and drew him inside. When he was, the door was shut and her arms snaked up around his neck. "You been out over 24 hours, thought you would have been here by now."

He rested his hands on her hips. "I had business I had to take care of before I came. And before you think it was anything illegal or another woman, it wasn't. I had to go see mom and dad." His parents had been welcoming, but not near as nice a homecoming as this was. "So, are you going to kiss me or are you just going to bitch at me?" He grinned as he spoke.

She licked her lips. "Oh I plan to kiss you; I just might not know when to stop." 

Bending his head, he lowered it to meet the softest pair of lips he had ever seen. "Then don't baby, been too long without you, and your sweet mouth."

What had once been forbidden to him was now free and giving and as he slipped his tongue between her full, lush lips, she gave him full access. As they stood there, bodies pressed as tightly as they could go, he found that same rush of emotion he had felt the first time he saw her. He had known she was jail bait, and yet like a moth to the flame he had been drawn to her like he had never been drawn to a woman before in all his twenty one years. For a year they hidden it from most of the world, meeting in the most secluded places they could find, he had introduced her to all the forbidden delights of the body and in turn she had listened to his hopes and his dreams. 

He never knew who turned them in, all he knew was that one night as they lay together in each others arms, the cops had busted in on them, and he had been taken out in handcuffs while she had been dragged off to some holding place until her parents could be called.

The list of charges was almost as long as his arm, but he hadn't cared. All he had ever heard was her telling him that she would wait for him. That no matter what she would wait for him to be free. Even in court she had refused to testify against him, telling the judge that she didn't matter what happened to her, they hadn't done anything wrong. She loved him and he loved her, so how could it be wrong?

When they had sentenced him to ten years, she had begun to cry and he had felt as if the life had been sucked out of him. They had even denied her writing to him or having any contact with him until such time as she was a legal adult. The only words he had heard about her as he did his time was second hand. He had almost tried to escape when he heard she was going to have his baby, but he had known that was something she wouldn't want him to do. Instead he had asked his mother to keep him informed. She had agreed and when his sons had been born. He knew almost as soon as it happened. There had been others, even members of her family who told him what was going on. Her dad had come to see him once and after a long talk, had walked away knowing that he hadn't wanted to hurt her in anyway. He had simply loved her as she deserved to be loved.

Lifting his head, he looked into her eyes and saw the fire there. It was a familiar sight, and he reacted to it as he always had. He felt his jeans tighten and pressed into her. "Hmm, honey, you still taste like the sweetest strawberries in summer."

"And you still make me feel like I am the most desirable woman in the world. Come upstairs with me." She drew back and he let her lead him up the stairs to a room at the front of the house. Three other doors were there was well, but he guessed they belonged to the boys. Hers was a large room and the bed looked as if it had been made for lovers. She gave him an almost shy smile as he looked at it. "I bought it special last month, it has a built in massage feature and it's nice when you need to just relax."

"All I need is you to make me relax. I missed you baby, I missed you something awful." He kissed her again and in it, all the things he felt were let loose. "What time you leave for work?"

She licked her lips and a hungry look entered her eyes. "I don't, I have the day off. Mom's taking the boys to give us more time alone."

He had to laugh at that. "Pretty sure I would come to your door huh?"

"Well, you weren't the only with spies, your mom called me as soon as you left this morning." She began to play with his shirt buttons. "So we going to just stand here talking, or are you going to make love to your wife? We never did get to consummate the thing after all. I mean all those unexpected guests showing up before we could."

He knew exactly what she meant. "I thought your dad had it annulled."

"Maybe he did, I don't remember. But it doesn't matter to me; I was and still am your wife, if not in the eyes of the law, then in my heart. I stood with you in that church and said the words Michael John Duncan and I meant them."

Mike nodded. "So did I Angelica Marie Duncan and no one can take it away from us. My sweet angel and you looked like one with the sunlight shining in on you through that window." God, it felt so good knowing that his faith in her hadn't been misplaced. It also increased a desire that had plagued him for the last ten years. Again their mouths met and this time he let his hand move down over the swell of her breast even as she opened his shirt. Her fingers felt like licks of fire on his skin, and he throbbed with the need to be in her. "Angel baby, I need you so bad."

"Then take what's yours Mike, claim what you should have had all along."

It became like a feeding frenzy of piranhas as they raced to undress the other. He knew it would be too fast, but he needed her and he would make it last as long as he could. All the nights of lying in his bunk, stroking and dreaming of her to get his release was over, now it would be real. When she was naked before him, he drank in the sight of her. 

She wasn't the world's idea of a perfect woman, she didn't have a size five build, but to him she was gorgeous, round, full but well muscled and toned. She had taken care of her body; he could see it and she seemed to approve of the more muscled chest and arms he had worked on in the prison gym. One by one her fingers moved over his tattoos and she smiled when she reached the one that marked the birth of his sons.

"They're good boys Mike, a perfect blend of us."

"I saw them, you did good Angel. I only wish..." He was silenced as she put her fingers over his mouth.

"Shh, we can talk more about it later; but for right now..."

She was right, and he drew her to him tightly. His fingers moved down to her plump nipples and caressed them softly. They hardened to his touch and he bent his head to suck on them. At the same time, he let his fingers drift down her belly and abdomen to the patch of hair at the joining of her legs and body. It was damp and as he passed the curls for what lay beneath, he sighed. Such soft skin, it felt almost like rich velvet. She was wet and warm and he parted the lower lips and explored her.

Lifting his head from her breasts, he smiled. "Lay back Angel, your demon has a surprise for you before I claim what's mine."

She giggled as he used his one time nickname. "Hmm, mom used to swear you were a demon, that only a demon could look so wicked but make me laugh and smile as much as you did."

Her mom had been an ally. As had her sister and brother. She hadn't cared what the law or what Angel's father might say, she knew only that he treated her daughter with tenderness and caring that Angel needed and deserved in her life.

When she was lying back on the bed, he drew her to the edge and opened her legs as he knelt before her. His fingers spread her lips and he looked down at the prettiest pussy he had ever seen; pink and plump and full of need for him. Taking his thumb Mike stroked it up and down, teasing the hard little clit at the top. It grew hard and he lowered his tongue to flick it several times. It trembled under the attention and he smiled as he sucked at it with hungry lips. Above him, she moaned and ran her fingers through his hair. At the same time, he knew she began to leak juice from the pleasure.

"Mike, oh god, that feels wonderful. Give me more my demon please."

He intended to, he intended to give her all he had in him. Using his tongue, he began to lick and suck at her harder and more intently. Soon, he had to grip her hip to keep her still and when she began to spurt her juice onto his face and tongue, he licked it as if he were a dog slurping up water. At the same time, he slipped a finger into her waiting hole and he found it as tight and moist as the first time he had done it. That made his cock lurch and he knew he had to replace his finger and soon. Still he had to torture himself, and it was his Angel who told him it was time.

"Mike, please, fuck me now, please. I need you in me. Put him in me and fuck me."

He couldn't deny her. Instead, he moved to aim his cock at the entrance to her and slammed him home. At the same time she wrapped her legs around him and soon all he knew was the glory of pumping in and out of her while she raised her hips and answered each thrust. He couldn't hold back his pleasure, "Angel, oh Angel, yes, so good, so tight and yet so hot and wet. God love, I've dreamed of this so many times, of being here with you like this. All the nights I laid on my bunk and dreamed of you straddling my hips, taking me deep inside you. Your Demon needed you so bad baby, he needed his Angel with him so much." He was fucking her harder now, gripping her hips and beyond sanity.

"Oh yes Demon, give it to me, ram that fucking cock in me hard and deep, and give your Angel the fucking she needs. Dreamed of you so many nights, all I could do was touch myself, and pretend it was you in me. God Demon, yes, fuck my hot pussy and fill it with your cum." She was tossing her head back and forth now, her hair surrounding her face like a halo.

"This is just the start baby, your Demon plans on fucking you all day long, got a big load of cum just waiting to fill you up." He could feel his ass cheeks tightening and the tightness of his balls told him he was getting close. As he did, he began to rub her clit. "Cum for me honey, flood your Demon's cock with that hot cum you've been saving for me." Pinching at the hard little nub, he felt her suddenly begin to spasm and let loose his own flood of hot, creamy juice into her. Around him the world exploded and all he felt was the depth of her pussy as he rammed in and out of it as if she were milking him. "Yes baby, yes Angel, I'm cumming, I'm filling you." His balls slapped against her ass as he kept right on thrusting into her. She sounded surprised that he could keep right on going.

"Oh my god, Mike...?" Her eyes were huge and she put her hands on top of his as they kept gripping her hips.

"I told you I had a big load for you Angel." He chuckled as he looked down at her. "And for a twenty seven years old woman, you have the tightest pussy I have ever felt. He knows when he has a good thing, and doesn't want to give it up just yet."

"Then don't. Fuck me senseless Mike, give me what we've both been denied." She cried out as he inserted a finger along with his stabbing cock and didn't withdraw it until it was well coated with juice.

Her tight ass ring resisted at first, but then he felt the tip of his finger slip past it and she went even crazier as he fucked both her pussy with his cock and her ass with his finger. "How's that Angel, your Demon making you feel good?"

"Oh yeah, that feels so good. Fuck my holes Mike, fuck me until I cum. I want you to feel it everywhere. I want you to feel how much I love you when you fuck me and touch me." She was crying now. "I hate what they did to us, how they kept us apart. Mike, oh yes, it's almost there."

He licked his lips to moisten them as he saw it in her face. "Yes Angel, let it go, let go honey. Give me that load I knew is there. Cum on baby, cum for me, and give us both what we want. What I been waiting for."

It was to the point they were moving so hard and fast now that the bed was slamming into the wall, and their voices had risen in volume that he was sure a passerby could hear them out the open windows. He didn't care though; they had paid the price, now they were free to love each other as they chose. He felt her cum and her bottom tighten around his finger. The next thing he knew was that his body was releasing a climax that he had never felt before. It seemed to never end. When it did, he could only move down to cover her body with his. With shaking legs and still trembling body, he began to shower her lips with soft kisses and she reached up to push sweat soaked hair off his face.

"Oh Angel, I love you so much , even when they did their best to break me, all I knew was how much I loved you. It was how I got through, knowing you were here, waiting for me to come home."

She smiled softly. "I told you Mike, they could separate us, but I would always be yours. It won't be easy, but I know we can make it. Your Angel has faith in her Demon."

He knew she was right, it would be rough, he had two sons to get to know, and there were other things to consider. He needed a job. There would be the weekly visits to the parole officer for the next year, and some folks around the town would be less than welcoming. But he didn't care, as long as his Angel had a place in her heart for him, nothing else mattered to him. For now, he would take one day at a time, using his patience learned in the cell.

"For now, all I want is to hold you and feel where I've always belonged. It's taken ten years to get to Heaven, but now that I'm here, I got no intention of leaving my Angel ever again."



Ten Years Too Long



Playful banter, innocent flirting, maybe sometimes a look that lasts that harmless moment too long. I don't know. As I look back, everything I see was leading up to that moment. It takes two. That gaze can only last too long if the other person returns it. Flirting can only last if the other person returns it. If not... it goes out. If so, it fans the flame. 

The person who initiates it wants it to last. They want interaction with that person it is directed at and hope in their heart of hearts that it will be returned in kind. Fan my lustful spark of I desire is all I ask. I want you to give it life because without you it will fizzle and my fantasy will die.

The look was so quick I didn't know if it was 'a look'. Did he return my gaze? It was so fast... I think it was but I doubt myself because I know that I'm hoping. Hoping does cloud the mind you know. 

So here I am. I'm Kelly. I have worked with Simone for years. That's how we know each other. We have worked for the same company since we were both in our early twenties so... it's been nearly ten years that we've worked together.

Once, soon after we began working together, another employee had a party and everyone got together and was able to meet each others significant others. 

That was where I met Greg, Simone's husband. Simone met my husband Travis and we all hit it off. I had a wall up already against Greg though so I didn't expect much and wasn't prepared to give him a chance.

Simone had said so much about him that I knew I wouldn't like him, but when I met him he was nothing like what I expected. Greg was gracious, polite, engaging to talk to and so handsome. We eventually paired off with each other's spouses (not sexually but conversationally). Simone was having an animated conversation with Travis and Greg and I visited together right next to them. 

I couldn't quit looking at his eyes. The color was so deep yet they sparkled with beautiful life. Greg's eyes said so much to me that night. They looked intently into mine saying that he was listening to every word I said. His eyes danced with laughter without his mouth ever making a sound. They also looked intent when he was thinking seriously about something I had said. He was actually taking the time to really think about something I had said. That impressed me.

Greg proved to be the perfect gentleman in a very true sense of the word. I never saw him visually 'take inventory' of any woman in the room, including myself. That didn't occur to me until later though. Although I meant nothing by it, I couldn't say the same for myself or most of the other women there. I even saw Simone harmlessly check out her share of the guys there. 

By the end of the evening I had a totally different view of Greg... and Simone. I know it was childish, but by the end of the evening I felt like I did sometimes at the high school dances when I was younger. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to keep talking to this sweet guy. 

Did he feel like I did? I would later wonder. I would catch myself and quell the thought. It was foolish and childish. I have always been happily married and content with Travis. I would never want to do anything to hurt my friendship with Simone either.

Periodically I would see Simone away from work. Usually Simone and I would meet at one another's houses and have lunch or just get together for coffee and conversation. The time between seeing Greg might be a year or longer. We seemed like strangers each time we would meet again. I would be excited to be getting together as a couple again and looked forward to talking to Greg only to be let down because we couldn't pick up where we left off. He seemed more reserved each time we saw each other. 

After three or four years we found ourselves out as couples again. We met with a group of mutual friends at a restaurant for dinner and then planned on meeting back at my house for drinks and more conversation. I was sad because I wanted to have another engaging conversation with Greg like we had the first time but it likely would not happen. There was a gap between us. Not just Greg and I though. Greg and Travis didn't really talk much and Travis didn't really engage Simone as much as the first time. 

I hadn't realized that during the loud conversation at the restaurant I was staring at Greg and thinking about this. As soon as he looked at me I realized it and glanced away. He saw me do it. I knew he saw me staring at him so I looked back. It was at that moment that I knew how he felt. The conversation burst into laughter and we joined in. Could anyone tell how hot my face felt just at that moment? I hoped not.

As we walked out of the restaurant I turned with a look of 'just seeing'...I was trying to act like turning around was the most natural thing I could have done just at that moment. When I turned I saw Greg. He was who I had hoped to see He was looking at my ass. He did see me. He raised his eyes to mine with that knowing look and without being shameful his eyes scanned my figure once again before looking away. If he wanted to see me... I wanted him to see me. I stopped and turned. Greg looked directly into my eyes and them his gaze lowered to my cleavage and then lower still. I willed myself to look directly at Simone. 

'Simone. It was so good to see you guys again. You are coming by the house aren't you?" I said as I embraced my good friend.

"Yea, we were planning on being there." 'It was nice seeing you again Greg.' I added, trying hard to not betray the fire in my stomach. Greg extended his hand and we shook. I thought about it later. He was well aware of me 'seeing' him looking at me the way he was and when I said '....nice seeing you again Greg.' It came off as cold and indifferent and I realized as soon as I said it. 

After I shook his hand I turned to catch up with Travis. It was on the drive to our home that my cell phone rang and Simone told me that Greg wasn't feeling well and that they were heading home. My heart sank. Greg must have thought that he offended me.

Lying in bed that night my mind wondered. What was I doing? Was I going to break a longtime friendship? Was I wanting to destroy my marriage, was I not happy? It wasn't any of those things. I loved my husband. I really did. I loved Simone, she was always a good friend. This thing with Greg was nothing more than lust or a school girl crush. It was the desire to look into those burning eyes and feel him inside of me. The thought of looking into those eyes and feeling his body against me and in me made my body warm and my knees tingle. To have this happen and not receive the consequences was my desire.

I wanted to laugh at my foolishness. What happened tonight was what needed to happen. I accidentally said what I should have said on purpose. I didn't want to be mean to him, I wanted him to look at me and he did. After all of these years of wondering and playing with each other I killed it. I extinguished the fire I tried so hard to create. It had to be for the best. It was for the best. By chance and good luck I may have said something that saved us both. 

Two years later.

I hadn't seen Greg but very briefly since the restaurant mistake. Anytime there was an event that was couples, Simone and Greg had other plans or were sick, something... anything. Greg was staying away on purpose. I don't think Simone was trying to avoid us. I think that if they didn't have legitimate plans, Greg intentionally developed a cough. 

As it happened, out of the blue it seemed and to my surprise, Simone and Greg were the ones having a party. Simone hadn't had a get-together in several years and franticly asked me to please help her finish getting ready for it. At the last minute she had to work late to get a project out at work. It would only be an hour or so for her but that hour was precious when you had guests coming over in not so many hours. She even considered canceling. 

Simone called Greg and told him what happened. He couldn't help. He had to work late as well which put them getting home at the same time. That only gave them two hours to get ready for the party. I offered to do it for her, instead of just bringing the extra food that she wouldn't have time to prepare, I would go to her house and get everything ready that I could before she and Greg arrived. 

House keys in hand, I went to Simone's house and began preparations. I didn't have to call Travis, he was also delayed... halfway across the country he was closing a deal. His flight wouldn't arrive for two days.

Shortly after I arrived, Greg did too. He seemed short and angry. "You don't have to worry about it Kelly." He said plainly. I'll get things together until Simmie gets here. That was his private name for Simone. I thought it was sweet. "I was able to get someone else to cover for me so I could get here in time."

"I want to help Greg... it's no problem. We can have everything ready by the time Simone gets here." 

Just the thought of being alone with Greg made me feel like I would suffocate. I couldn't breathe. After all of these years of stolen glances... tension every time I was near him... here we were alone together for a brief moment. 

Here I was face to face with Greg and I felt like I had to say it now. "I didn't mean to say that the way I did... I mean I didn't mean to sound that way." All of a sudden I couldn't speak. 

"What?" Greg said looking for clarification.

"At the restaurant, I didn't intend to sound short with you. I wasn't angry."

Greg's eyes told me that he knew what I was talking about but he said otherwise. "What are you talking about?"

I suddenly felt insistent. "Come on Greg, you know what I'm talking about. How long have we played this game? How long?"

Greg looked away and slowly shook his head. His eyes were distant.

"You thought that I was mad at you that night at the restaurant didn't you?"

Greg's head stopped moving from side to side and began slowly and distantly nodding.

"Greg. I wasn't. It came out wrong. I just didn't want to betray myself."

"I can't betray myself either." He said looking into my eyes.

It took a moment for what he said to sink in. "What? Like an 'I know that you know but you really don't know for sure thing'?" I asked trying for some clarification and to hopefully lighten the mood.

"Something like that." He said with a slight smile. "Do you love your husband?" He added seriously.

"Yes." I said with a tone of assurance. "Do you love your wife?"

"Yes I do."

There was a pause that was filled with uncomfortable silence. I turned and picked up the phone. I dialed Simone at work.

"Hey..." I said. "...how's it going?"

"Everything is printing. The courier will be here in forty five minutes." She said.

"You'll be here in an hour then?"

"Yea. How's it going there?" She asked.

"It'll all be ready. You'll just have to change clothes."

"Thanks. I gotta go."

"K-Bye." I said and hung up the phone.

I turned and looked at Greg. "We will be alone for the next hour but we do have to finish getting ready for the party too."

I saw a look in his eyes that I had seen a sliver of before. It was enough. Our time was growing short. I placed myself in his arms and kissed him deeply. After it sunk in and we took our first gasping breath, our hands began wondering wildly. Greg's hands felt so big and strong on my body. He opened my blouse and lowered my bra. His mouth went to my hard nipple and sucked. My hand was down his pants squeezing his hard body. It was suddenly all a whirlwind.

Greg slid my panties to the side and easily slid his fingers inside of me. His dancing fingers almost felt cool inside of my hot core. My body felt so wet and slick. The lapping sounds of his fingers inside of me broke the silence of the room and heightened the eroticism of the moment. I wanted to be wet for him. 

I shamelessly fell to my knees and took his cock into my mouth like a hungry animal. I sucked and slurped it loudly. Fluid leaked from the tip in anticipation. I let it run down my tongue to my throat before sucking again and swallowing. I felt like I wanted him to come in my mouth. I wanted to feel his warm come shoot forcefully into my mouth but before I could bring him to climax Greg pushed me away.

Greg removed what clothes were left on both of us and then pushed my legs far apart causing my loose wet body to open and be seen clearly. His eyes looked into mine for that moment before he lowered his face between my legs and slid his tongue inside of me. Electricity fired its way through my body in anticipation and satisfaction. Greg focused on my clit and then would lick inside of me. He would go fast and then slow, hard and then gentle and then deep. He nibbled at my labia and then would hold me open with his fingers so that he could lick me even deeper. I came without effort. My orgasm seemed to climax and keep going. He ravenously consumed me with his mouth. 

"Fuck me Greg!" I said with gasping breath. "Please fuck me."

There was no hesitation on Greg's part. He guided his cock into my wet hole and rammed it so that our bodies slapped together. I moaned loudly. Greg gasped at his effort.

Greg easily drew me into his advancing thrusts so that our fucking would have seemed almost violent to a person watching. His hard cock rammed up to my stomach it seemed. It felt so completely deep. My whole body tensed and my toes curled. I think that I was in a perpetual orgasm. The rapid sloshing of our sex echoed in the room and made it that much more intense. 

"Come inside of me... please. Keep fucking me and come in me." I was begging. I don't know why other than it had to be perfect this one and only time that we would be together. I wanted to feel him come inside of me. It in some way would satisfy my lust completely to have his come in me.

Greg gasped at his effort to ram inside of me as hard as he lustfully could before holding my legs tightly against him. I felt his body jerk once, and then again. The second time I felt his hot come inside of my body. After that, Greg ejaculated freely and it felt wonderful inside of me. I cried out as he emptied his desire into me. 

For a moment our sweaty bodies collapsed onto one another and panted for breath. I could never describe how I felt just then. I am quite sure I could have floated away though. What we did took less than twenty minutes but somehow seemed much longer. I could have fallen asleep in his arms.

By the time Simone arrived, we were ready for the party. It went off perfectly of course. Greg and I worked frantically to make it so. 

It seemed that we saw each other more as couples after that. Greg and I shared a glance every now and then but it wasn't one of desire. It was simply a shared memorable secret of a fulfilled desire. I knew that it probably couldn't happen again because it wasn't just the sex that made it so intense and delicious. It was ten years of anticipation finally realized at an unsuspecting moments notice. That memory would last forever.