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Her

By: ThatSexyIrishGirl



She descended the stairs like a movie star. So beautiful, so sexy. Her movements were fluid and she carried herself perfectly. Such a vision. She stood for a moment at the bottom of the stairs as if she were pondering her next move. Her naked breasts rose and fell ever so slightly in rhythm to her breathing. Her pert nipples, a rosy pink, in contrast to the milky paleness of her full, ample breasts, stood marvelously at attention. Her trimmed pubes perfectly ornamented the pinnacle of her legs, slightly spread, with one foot on a lower stair than the other.

A smile lit her face as she floated towards her computer desk near the bay window. She eased herself onto the chair and effortlessly moved the mouse to reveal a photo of an exquisitely beautiful nude woman as the screensaver of her p/c. The beautiful nude women on either side of the screen smiled at each other for a moment until a click of the mouse brought up the window for her internet provider. She logged on, clicking the commands she wanted, tapping her fingers when the browser slowed some due to traffic. Bringing up her bookmarks, she chose her very favourite site and clicked the icon. The page came up with its Adult Content warning. Her breasts jiggled some as she giggled at the warning. She clicked another icon and the page she wanted appeared.

The joy showed in her face as she found the site had been updated. She loved to read the new erotic stories. She couldn't decide if her favourite sections were about lesbians, or exhibitionists. She came across a title that made her stop and look twice. The description of the story made her want to read it even more. She adjusted herself in her chair, spreading her luscious legs a bit as she clicked the link for the story to appear on her screen.

She slowly scrolled through the script, reading intently as she immersed herself in the story. Her hand began to run itself across her skin, as if it had a mind of her own. Her excitement grew with every word she read, and with every stroke of her own loving hand.

She began to lose her concentration but did her best to stay with the sexy plot. She imagined herself as the story's sexy heroine, letting her mind take her away into the story. She let go of the mouse. Her own excitement was getting to fever pitch and both of her hands were now caressing her lovely and extremely sensitive body. Her right hand found her left breast and lifted it to her exposed, extended tongue. As her tongue made contact with her swollen nipple, the fingers of her left hand were dancing between the folds of her damp and swollen labia. Her body visibly convulsed as the electricity of her own touch exploded within her.

Even though she wanted to, needed to, continue to read her story, she could not keep her hands from her body. Her legs opened wider, her eyes closed and her head fell back as her hands closed in on her waiting, soaking, wanting, exposed sex. She raised her head and opened her glassy eyes, trying to find the point in the story where she had left off, to try to continue to read the sex filled text on her monitor. Her fingers spread her sensitive nether lips, exposing the pink wetness within, causing her head to again roll back in pure pleasure. A moan escaped her throat as a finger from her right hand slowly entered her.

Instead of remaining idle, her left hand found her clit just revealing itself from behind its curtain. She spread her legs wider, spread her lips wider and exposed her little pink love bud, moving herself ever closer to that rapturous point of no return.

She again raised her head, biting her lower lip, eyes clenched shut. The movements of her hands caused her breasts to bounce wildly between her arms, her hard nipples cutting the air with each and every movement. Her lower jaw started to open her mouth into an "O", her fingers flailing away between her wide spread trembling legs. She leaned forward a bit and then fell back into the chair, her whimpers and moans of her ecstasy loudly filling the otherwise quiet of the house. With her deft fingers alternating between her breasts, mouth and pussy, her entire body spasmed in luxurious orgasm. As her breathing became more normal, her arms wound themselves around her, just under her breasts, in a beautiful self-hug.

She remained in that position for a while, eyes closed, just smiling that all knowing post-orgasmic smile. She loves reading erotic stories.

Her 29th Year



At twenty-nine years old most people start frantically setting goals of all the things they want to accomplish before turning thirty. Being a good girl most my life my list of goals was rather long. I had never...on too many things. Determined to run through my list of must dos, the last few months of my twenty-ninth year turned out fairly spectacular.

I have always been a girly girl, loving to curl my hair and paint my nails and wear makeup or dresses. I am 5'4" with silky brown hair and brown eyes and although I am not an ideal weight I always felt I was well proportioned. My one issue has always been that my boobs were large and I always have to buy tops that never show off my curves properly. I decided on New Year's of my twenty-ninth year I wouldn't let this get me down and started loving all my attributes equally.

There have been many firsts that I have never experienced. I was a sweet sixteen who had never been kissed. Apart from a crush in sixth grade I had never had a true boyfriend either. With all that being said I was not entirely naïve of the world of sex. I had pleasured myself on occasion (actually more often as my sex drive grew with age), and I knew much in the way of men and relationships. I personally had never experienced the embrace of a man, but that didn't keep me from flirting with hot guys I met. I was nervous, however, in the arena of dating because I knew that the older I got, the harder it would be for me to experience my list of firsts. I expected I would meet overly experienced guys and they would cringe at the thought of being my first. I knew it would be a lot of pressure.

About August of that year I met Steve. He was a sweet romantic man with beautiful eyes and a sweet smile. At the time we were in college in our senior year trying to earn our bachelor's degree late in life. Throughout the whole first month we flirted and spoke to each other across the classroom and I knew that he was someone special. We had a museum project that required that we attend a museum in town and I asked if he wanted to with me. What an amazing date we had! I was surprised at the chemistry we felt together.

A few weeks later we went out to dinner. Although we saw each other in class each week we lived fairly far apart so going out on a date was a big thing for us. That night I wanted to see how far along we were in our flirtation. I made the simple mistake of telling him that I had never kissed a guy. Previously he had been kissing me on either cheek as the French do, but as he apprehensively stared at me I reached over and pecked him on the lips. That being done we kissed more frequently. I loved the jolt of energy I felt as our lips met.

The question of sex was always on our minds. He knew that I had never slept with a guy and yet I knew that he was more experienced than I could imagine. I didn't want to scare Steve into thinking I was too innocent and dropped hints about some of the experiences I had on my own. One night Steve mindlessly caressed my breasts and I couldn't help but shudder at the beautiful feeling it gave me. He wanted me to tickle his back and from the way he sat I knew he had a huge hard on he was trying to hide from me. I smiled at the thought that I could garner such a response at a mere touch.

Embracing several times before, I knew that I needed to take the initiative if I was to get to my goal. He was nervous about sex with a virgin, but I tried every effort to make him understand it wasn't as scary as it sounded. One night we had the conversation I knew was in the front of our minds. We had been seeing each other for four months and it was the holidays. As the semester was winding down our feelings for our future were only getting more complicated. Can one have a wonderful encounter without talking or even thinking about marriage or babies? At twenty-nine it seems near impossible. I refused to let the conversation go in that direction and innocently decided that he was going to be my first sexual experience no matter what!

The nights were getting chilly and dark earlier. As we left our night class and he walked me to my car he placed his arm around my shoulder. I shivered a little as the sexy tank I was wearing to enhance my figure barely supplied enough warmth even with the outer sweater I had around my shoulders. I knew my nipples were getting hard being out in the cold. Under the yellowish glow of the parking lamps I looked at Steve when we got to my car. I could see he didn't want the day to end and I too didn't want to leave his side. I held his face close to mine as we kissed. I wanted tongue and gently opened my lips slightly. I could see that he knew what I was indicating and gently he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I caressed his tongue with mine and we were soon locked in an embrace.

I was still cold and I knew that we couldn't stay outside forever. Gently whispering in his ear I suggested we move into the backseat of my car. I was nervous, but I knew that there would be space to cuddle. We were still in a long embrace and in the backseat of his car we kept up the passionate kissing. I knew he was getting hard and I slowly massaged his back. Knowing that I was going to have to take initiative I grabbed his hand and placed it on my breast. Looking at me with confusion I nodded that I wanted to go there. Somehow the nod let go the flood gates and his inhibition let loose. He cupped my breast and slowly inched my top and bra from my shoulders. First kissing my neck he made his way down as he finally had my breast in his mouth. I leaned my head back and shuddered at the feel. He knew his way around my nipples and sucked on them until they were very hard. I couldn't help getting wet and as he took my other breast into his hands I inched my hands onto his thigh.

I knew Steve was surprised at my boldness, but I knew what I wanted. I slid my hand up to his pants and felt him getting hard underneath the fabric. I started rubbing slowly with my hands and he groaned. Now it was my turn to take charge as I unzipped his pants and exposed his large penis. I cradled it at first in my hands since this had been the first time I had held one and started slowly stroking it. I inched my body into a better position and first kissed the tip. I was surprised at the feel of it. It was so soft and yet very firm. He was huge and thick and I kept thinking I would never be able to fit my whole mouth around it. I flicked my tongue all around the tip and slowly slid my mouth down. He couldn't say a word as I slowly sucked and licked his penis. I cupped my hands around his balls and sat there pleasuring him until I could tell he couldn't take it anymore and was about to come.

I lifted my head and kissed him again on his mouth and thrust my tongue into him. As I caressed his hair and kissed his neck I whispered into his ear that I wanted him to make me come. He didn't need another invitation and slid down to my pants. I was sopping wet, but I knew this only added to the ambiance. As I helped him unzip me I slid my pants down until there was nothing but my silk panties. At first he gently traced his finger around the outside of my mound and I shivered at the touch. He moved to my inner thighs and licked gently as he slowly pulled down my underwear. I must have surprised him because my pussy was completely shaved. I had gotten into the habit of not liking hair down there and he was amazed to see me trimmed. As he slowly licked my outer labia I grasped my breast and groaned in angst. I wanted him to go further and pushed his head down on me.

Steve, I could tell had done this many times before and he teased my clit as he flicked his tongue back and forth. I couldn't talk because it felt so good and all I could do was groan and lean back at the pleasure of it. Steve sucked and sucked until I almost came and then stopped short. He let his tongue wander to my wet hole and pushed his tongue in as far as it could go. There he licked and traced the inner lips until I wanted him to stop teasing me and make me really come. After trembling and groaning he finally returned to my enlarged clit. It was so swollen that as he barely flicked it with his tongue I knew I could come at any moment. He went to town and sucked at it. Suddenly I felt two fingers inside of my vagina and he was probing at my G-spot. I didn't even know I could feel so much pleasure. It was unlike any pleasure I had given myself. My clit was so tender that one more lick and I was convulsing around the fingers inside of me. I was screaming with pleasure and didn't want it to stop. I laid back in peace as the orgasm slowly dissipated. I looked at Steve and knew that it wasn't over yet.

As Steve pulled close to give my mouth a passionate kiss I could feel our warm naked body parts embracing. I wrapped my legs around Steve and slowly tickled his bare arms. He kissed my neck and then my breast and reached over for his pants. He pulled out a condom and I waited as he rolled it over his very thick penis. Then he slowly opened my legs wide and slid his hard dick inside me. At first I was surprised at the size. I had never had anything so big inside me and was glad that he paused for a moment as he shoved it all the way in. I was very wet and it slid in nicely. As Steve started the first thrust he reached for my breast and caressed my nipple. I groaned from the intensity. He was so large and I could feel every part of him against my clit and inner thigh. I reached down and grabbed at his butt to push him deeper inside of me. This time he groaned.

As Steve's rhythm increased he grabbed one of my legs and drew it close to my stomach. I nearly screamed for the new sensation it brought to our love making. I started coming very hard because I couldn't hold it in and yet Steve kept thrusting. I was breathing very hard and knew I had to let it sweep over me several times yet. Steve's mouth was now on my stomach and he was sucking and caressing as I convulsed around his penis. I heard him breath a lot harder and as he thrust into me wildly I knew he was about to come. I allowed myself to come again and as his semen squirted into the protective condom barrier I allowed the warm sensation of him inside me fill the moment.

We were exhausted from our first time and for a few minutes he stayed inside me. My back was hurting from the position I sat against the door, but I couldn't move. It was still cold inside the car and my exposed breasts were still perky. I held Steve's head close to my chest as he sighed deeply at his exhaustion. I felt warm in his embrace and didn't want to let him go. For my first time I felt very satisfied and I couldn't wait for my second time!



Her



I love it that you masturbate to my writings. Usually these are rememberances, but occasionally they are fantasy. One of my secret fantasies has been to find you reading my stories. Catch you in the act, with your hand down your pants.

We agree to meet at a hotel where I am staying while on business. I leave the key in an envelope at the desk and you have no trouble retrieving it. You are early. 

I'm very specific with what I want you to wear and when you are to show up, so you have a thrill of trepidation. I've never shown anger and tell you over and over I'm not mean, but you've also always done everything I said. You love it that way. 

You love the way I make you cum after torturing (there's no nicer word for what I do to you) all day - once for an entire weekend. You take the key from the desk manager and notice your hand is trembling. 

When you get to the room, you almost turn back to wait in the bar. Afraid of what you will find. I'm always so private with you and defined. 

A deep breath and open the door, peeking in first, then a step. No one. Nothing out of the ordinary. My lap top on the desk, open, a few papers, my bag. You've noticed I never unpack at a hotel, at the cabin, at your house, just pull out what I need. "Tools", clothing, soap, shampoo, food. 

The bag catches your attention. At least this time it was jeans, one time I had you dress in pajamas like a fourteen year old. Once in just a coat. Overdressed now, jeans, t-shirt, hoodie. You peek to see if the bag is open. It's not, but it is unzipped. 

You look over your shoulder and pull open the flap. Food in tupperware, clothing folded underneath. Somewhere in there you know will be ties. Silk ties for blindfolding, tying hands and feet, rubbing on your body. All the things you now associate with ties. 

You see them so differently now. Drawn to silk ties on men where before they all looked alike. Drawn to the patterned or the plain differently. In an elevator you sometimes find yourself wondering what that one would feel like around your wrists.

Eventually you exhaust the bag and turn to the desk. The open laptop draws you. The papers are ordinary, but the laptop. This is how he ensnared you to begin with. The stories he would write to you. The times you spent masturbating to his words over and over. One story more than another until a better one caught your imagination. 

Mostly there were the usual files. A few pictures you hadn't seen before, a couple work files, locked and they looked large. There were spreadsheets and Access folders, Powerpoint files and, finally, the likely one you were subconsciously searching for, a Word folder named "hers". 

There were a number of stories in there. One you'd just read "First". You like that and re-read it quickly. Unbelievably, it still has the same effect of soaking your panties and making you feel trembly. Finally you move on to another you haven't read, after pushing your jeans apart and down far enough to reach your hands in and touch your throbbing clit. 

You realize you are absolutely drenched and think of taking your pants all the way off even knowing you may not have time before I get there. You wonder what I would do or say finding you going through my things. You know me for a very private person and can't imagine a decent reaction. The thought seems to almost make you hotter. "Bad girl" you think to yourself. You wonder if you want to be caught and think of closing the file now and going back downstairs. 

The next story catches your eye. It starts with her tied to a chair. You know I have restraints I haven't used on you yet. You've seen them. The ones they used to use in the mental hospitals. 

The one time you saw them they gave you a thrill of fear. It was early in our relationship. Now you think you would welcome them. 

The woman in the story is strapped to the chair with them. She can hardly move. He places his dick at her entrance but she's able to get little more than the head rubbing past her lips. Try as she might - and she does - she gets just the outer lips surrounding it and sucking at it to get it in, but the chair is too wide and she becomes nearly frantic with the attempts. 

She's already been teased and tempted until she can't stand it and now when it's given to her she cant' take it. When it's near her mouth, she can't bend far enough forward to take more than the head in her mouth and she bobs back and forth in want. He reaches down and inserts a small egg vibrator into her pussy and sets the remote control on the lowest setting. Soon she is moaning and her body is humming with need. 

You know this feeling. The first time I brought you to the edge of orgasm and wouldn't let you cum it made you mad. The fact that I did it over and over the same session made you utterly mine. By the end of the night your body was quivering on it's own, waiting for the next touch or prod. 

You remember that feeling well. It's what keeps you. Takes you from your world to this one over and over. Makes you want me to tie you and torture you. Take you and enslave you.

Your hand has been stroking your clit and you realize you could cum at any time. You think you'll just finish quickly and go downstairs, finish this story another time. You were so engrossed, however, it wasn't until I take your hand gently from your pussy that you are the slightest bit aware that I am here. 

"This is a work in progress" I say as I gently but firmly take your hand in mine. I take your other hand firmly in mine, look you in the eyes and tell you. "You're early". 

Your hands are trembling as you nod, your eyes widened. There is a scent of you on the air that is stirring my desire and a hint of fear that is churning my imagination. "So you come up here and can't resist poking through my things".  

Again you nod. There is something in your eyes this time that tells me you realize what is coming and want it. Your scent becomes stronger and I note the chair is getting a good soaking. Holding your hands, I move around behind you and begin kneading your shoulders after first placing your hands softly in your lap. 

I can tell you are torn between leaving them there and checking to see if I will be gracious enough to let you finish playing with yourself. They slip ever so slightly toward your swollen clit. My thumbs make circles into your shoulder muscles and my fingers drape over onto the top of your chest. I can feel it rising and falling with deeper breaths than normal. 

"So after poking through my things, you come over here and start reading my files." You nod. I can feel you swallow as your fingers take an almost imperceptible move toward your throbbing nub. 

"You must have read something else first." This is said as a more definitive statement. You nod again followed by another swallow, deeper than the last one. I bend to your ear and question you gently. "Are you not talking? Which one did you read? How many?" 

My fingers pressure your chest a tiny bit and my thumbs continue to circle your shoulders. You begin to shrug, swallow, nod and shake your head before telling me in a constricted voice "this one and the one before it. I just started this one." 

"Let's go to the one you read before shall we?" I reach over you, placing the mouse cursor and clicking until it comes up. I like this one as well and get a jolt in my already swelling member when I think of what it's done to you. 

Your slender fingers take another reach toward your desire and appear to be about to take another one when I reach down and stop them by placing my hand on them. I work my way past them and slip a finger down along your slit, over your stiff little clit and into your sopping wet pussy. Your lips are swollen and reach out to suck my finger in as it presses against your opening. 

You moan and I feel one I suppress. My cock leaps against the chair. I pull back, pass your hands, pulling them back slightly, and back to your shoulder where my thumbs return to circles and my fingers put pressure on your chest. I tell you to go ahead and read it to me as my fingers move up onto your face and touch and massage everywhere. 

As they slip across your lips one of them - you know which one by the taste - presses in between. You suck greedily at it, thrusting your tongue into it and wrapping around it. A moan escapes you and again I have to suppress one myself. How incredibly sensual! I lean forward to your ear and tell you so. As I pull my finger out, you start to read. 

You are absolutely squirming and completely soaked through your jeans and I am so hard I ache through my entire body by the time you get through that story, to the next story and to the part where he inserts a vibrator into her as she sits at the computer. 

I've been kissing your neck and the side of your face, nibbling at your ears and running my hands all over your shoulders, neck, face and occasionally down your front to your delicious mounds. I often have had to stop your hands from straying to your pussy. One of the times as I gently took them in mine, you growled and expressed your frustration by trying to pull them back. 

I moved around to kiss you deeply and long. Pressed my chest against your heaving bosom and ran my hands through your hair until the ache went away from your groin ever so slightly and the need for my hands on your face crested.  

Going back to your shoulders and standing behind you sent you into a body shaking sigh. Your head drooped. I thought I would have to give you a small orgasm just to keep you needing more, but your need came back even stronger and with more ferocity than before. 

This is why I love you. The utter need and abandon I feel from you. 

"We need a vibrator" I say. You moan. Your voice was little more than a husking, whispery croak as you read, now it was non existent. I walk over to my bag and sort through it. As I straighten I can feel you tense in excitement from across the room. This turns to confusion as you see in my hands not a vibrator, but handcuffs. 

I take your hands in mine, then your face in my hands. "I don't have a vibrator for you." I say. "That is a personal thing and would have been for another day but you have done this to yourself." A moan escapes you as you realize that you will be waiting for me. 

The thought that I will cuff you and tie you and leave you here while I shop makes you nearly weep. You think of struggling as I put one of the cuffs on, but you are resigned to it. To the way I always get what I want with you and the way you always want me to. The way you've always been glad I did get my way in the end. 

I put the chain and the second cuff through the front pocket of your hoodie before clipping it to the other wrist. You get a thrill and another gush of fluid when I tell you "Don't worry, you'll be coming with me."

I've often threatened to take you out into public as my slave but never shown the least inclination to do so, spending all our time entwined emotionally if not physically. The thought often gave you trepidation and now gives you near terror mixed with the hope that it will be quick so you can have the orgasm you need so very badly. Your legs tremble and nearly collapse as I lead you to stand. 

You don't trust yourself to speak as I straighten your clothes and fuss over you a slight bit, even brushing your hair. As we step out the door, you wonder how you will ever get in and out of my truck.

As we left the hotel room, I couldn't resist pulling the hood up on your hoodie and kissing you deeply, hidden as we were. Your hands in cuffs and secreted in the front pocket and the hood covering our faces. It felt so secure and yet so public it made me so hard I thought of pulling down your pants and fucking you right there. 

It was all I could do to pull back from you. You were obviously feeling the same as your tongue was pulling at mine and your lips trying to grasp at me. Your body had completely melted into mine and even your hands, cuffed and inside the pocket were pulling at me. 

I backed away with some difficulty and reminded you we were headed off to purchase a toy to finish our story with. The walk to the car (good thing I brought that instead of the truck) and the drive to the adult bookstore were a blur. 

I wanted you so badly my cock was alternating between throbbing and aching with a steady dull ache, shoving against the light cloth of my pants. Your hands were in your lap struggling to get a finger to your clit through your jeans and not be noticed by me. We couldn't get there fast enough. 

In the store, you tried to keep a very stoic face. Now and then as I would look at you, your lips were trembling. As I picked through the various dildos and vibrators, occasionally we would share a laugh imagining the uses of some of them. 

I chose a nine inch realistic vibrator and a remote control egg. Your eyes widened with the vibrator and a shudder ran through you. It was only your trust in me that kept you from saying anything. The egg you looked at curiously and long. 

I bought them both with batteries and even though the clerk stared and stared at you, he had no idea you were chained and mine. As we left you teased him by pulling your hand out just a little, flashing the chain and cuff. 

I couldn't wait. It was too much for me and I knew you were feeling it. We'd done this before when I'd teased you too far. I still have the memories and the visions of taking you from behind, pressed against the hood of the car out in the woods. The warmth rising from the engine and the pressure of your lips as they spasmed in orgasm is often the food of my dreams. 

You had dripped so much there was a puddle on the hood as we drove off that pushed it's way up to the windshield and we delighted in reliving the pleasure. It's not often you orgasm that way though you love it dearly and that day was one of the clearest and most cherished memories I have of you. I reminded you of this as I lead you to the car. 

I had thought to park in the back area and in the darkest spot. As we reached the car I had already gotten the egg out of the package and the batteries were on their way in. I stopped you against the car and pressed against you against it, my hands feeling you all over and down onto your ass. As they slipped to the front of your jeans, you shuddered and looked around for anyone watching. No one there but I could suddenly see you decide you didn't care anyway. One of the delights of being with you is the way you just decide you want it and that's that. 

My hands slid easily inside your unbuttoned pants and pushed them down over your luscious round buttocks. My finger sought and found your wetness and with barely a pressure slipped inside. You were so deliciously soaked and dripping! I moaned at that involuntarily and reached my other hand around to insert the egg.  

You were pushing your ass at me, rubbing it on my crotch and my straining member. It was causing shudders up my spine and I nearly dropped the egg putting in position. It went up inside you so easily and with a small gushing of fluid over my hand. Another moan torn from me. 

As I pulled the second hand back, leaving the first with a finger inside and my palm over your clit, gently pressing, you moaned and pushed harder against me, feeling the jump of my already rock hard cock in response. When I turned on the vibrator, you came. It was hard and sudden and unexpected for me, though you obviously knew how close you were. 

Feeling you shudder and jolt and spasm against my hand and groin was incredible and sent me to the very edge myself. As soon as you had come down enough, you turned, pulled your hands out of the pocket of the hoodie with the chain tugging at the fabric between and bunching the pocket, and tugged my pants open with a swift and well practised manouever. 

My cock was out and sliding into your mouth before I could do more than gasp. Your thumbs ran up the underside as it practically leaped in between your luscious lips and that beautiful red opening pushed your thumbs back as I watched them close around my throbbing member. 

It felt so incredible and I watched closely as five or six strokes brought me to the point where my legs were shaking and I could feel my balls pulling up. You slowly moved your lips out along my pole, savoring it with your tongue and when you clamped down and pressed in suddenly toward my balls I felt them burst with pleasure. 

The explosion was as intense as I've ever felt and the only thing keeping me from collapsing to the ground was the car. I felt myself buck and shove eight, nine or ten times before I came back under control. You were licking your lips. 

I watched a trickle from the corner of your mouth and your tongue snake out to taste it back inside before I could move or talk. 

I knew there would be a spot on my pants as I shoved my dick back in, but I couldn't have cared less. I pulled your pants back up and buttoned them. I couldn't resist running my hands and fingers all over you in as possessive a manner as possible. You moaned over this and I turned the vibrator inside you up just a notch.

The ride back had you squirming in your seat and although I threatened to take you to a restaurant for dessert I didn't. The vision of your cuffed hands raised to take my cock in them and guide it to your mouth was too much for me! 

I was hard again and straining against my pants. I told you I had only gotten to the point of taking you out of the hotel in the story and I began to tell you how it would go from here. I would sit you back at the desk, the egg inside you, turned on low and write the rest. 

Especially the part in the parking lot. Seeing you like this, however, had kept me so excited that we were not even in the door before I had to have you again. Pulling your hoodie up and off your head, I used it to hang your arms onto the door just as soon as we stepped over the threshold. 

Your pants came off and I pulled you up onto my cock as soon as I could push them to my knees. Your wonderful legs wrapped around me as you tried to take me in you with the vibrator. I had to pull it out, reinserting it into your anus before I could plunge fully and forcibly into you. 

When you came, hanging there on the door, I thought you would pass out. Taking you down and carrying you to the bed, I had just the last thought of the story and how it would have to remain a work in progress this week before I lost myself in the joys of our time together.



Her



Leaning against the cool smooth glass of the office window, his thoughts were full of her. Looking out the window, not really seeing anything, images of her passing through his mind. He was trying to figure out what it was about her that was so appealing, so enticing. 

She was beautiful, but in a way unlike any other woman he had known. She was one of the most giving, loving, sensual, open, and arousing woman he had ever been with. A small smile crept across his face as he remembered the last time they were together. She was sprawled across the bed, delightfully naked, her eyes closed, cheeks flushed, her hair mussed from his hands running through it. The way she had given herself to him, anticipating his wants, effortlessly offering herself on the alter of their lovemaking.

He thought about her body. She was tall; her head came to just under his chin, and fit perfectly in his neck when she hugged him, something she did with a wonderful frequency. To have a woman along his body, from shoulder to knee, was different than with woman in the past. Her size was part of his fascination. They both knew she weighed more than she should, but he realized that not matter what happened to the outside of her, the inside would never change.

Remembering a night in his shower, he thought about those long legs, and how when he stood behind her, the warm water splashing and running down over them. All she had to do was bend over slightly, and he had entered her from behind, his big hands firmly and possessively wrapped around her hips. Or other nights, his weight pressing her down into the bed, those legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him into her deeper. Sometimes he felt like he couldn't get close enough to her. 

Her skin was another favorite of his. Silky soft, smooth, pale, a collection of little moles scattered over her body. He could picture the goosebumps as they raced along her skin when he kissed and licked his way down her body. She was so wonderfully responsive. Sometimes, when she would lay on her stomach, him laying beside her, he would run his fingertips along her back. He loved the husky, bedroom kind of laugh she made as her muscles flexed and bunched under his touch. He knew most of her ticklish spots, and visited them often. 

As he traveled across her body in his mind, he thought of her hair. Reddish blonde, a little more than shoulder length, and so satiny soft. He loved the way it slid through his fingers, the way she groaned when he tugged it in his passion. He thought of the way it felt as it trailed along his body as she explored him, learning every nook and cranny of his hard, muscular body. Sometimes it would brush across the crease between his thigh and hip and it made him jump, the feeling so intense.

A moan slipped from his lips as he remembered the way her mouth felt on him just after her hair had preceeded it. It wasn't so much her technique, which was unbelievable, it was the generosity with witch it was given. It almost felt as if she were worshipping his cock, her attention to it so complete and loving. He had to close his eyes sometimes, the sight of his hard length sliding in and out of her mouth too overwhelming. The sensation of her warm wet tongue as it stroked across the underside of him while her full lips caressed up and down the length was exquisite. Or she would stroke him with her hand, gazing adoringly at him. She told him once how she loved to watch his face when he came, and how hard it was to let her that first time. Now he relished it when she did that.

Moving down her body in his mind, he thought of her breasts. They were full, the skin almost translucent, with blue veins clearly visible along her chest. The nipples were large, the light brown circle around them dappled with little bumps. He loved to watch her nipples harden as he played with them. He would run his tongue over them, circling around the nipple, making her almost desperate for him to suck strongly at her. Then when he did, she made that throaty little growl he loved so much. The power he felt at bringing that sound from deep in her throat was intoxicating.

So many times he had nibbled his way down her softly rounded belly, then lower. He would nuzzle in the trimmed pubic hair, then spread her legs with his hands. He never tired of looking at her this way; open, vulnerable, trusting. The skin of her puffy lips was a deep mauve that he knew would turn a deeper shade of red when she was aroused. She kept it shaven from the lips back, and he was amazed at how soft that hidden skin was. He remembered the way she tasted the first time he licked her there. He will never forget that smell or the sweet juicy taste of the center of her. He loved driving her to orgasm after orgasm with his talented mouth. He knew just where to lick and suck and bite to send her crashing over the edge. He thought of the way she bucked and groaned as he brought her to the brink, sometimes making her beg to be allowed her climax. God, he loved that.

He shivered when he thought of her hands. They were so graceful; long fingers, perfectly manicured nails, and strong. Sometimes she would grip him so tight she almost bruised him in her release. The way those long nails would stroke his body, making his muscles ripple as she moved over him, drove him crazy. They could be out somewhere, and he would look at her hands, and want her, right then, no preliminaries, just a raw sexual taking. And she would let him. He chuckled as he thought of that, wondering who was taking who at times.

He suddenly remembered a day they spent at the state fair. They had gone to look at the horses, and it happened to be the day all the draft horses were there. He would never forget the look on her face; it was like a kid at Christmas. We spent over two hours there, going to each and every stall, as she greeted and petted those huge beasts. She never showed an ounce of fear, and they knew it. They nuzzled her, nickered and whinnied, and let her pet to her hearts content. Her every emotion showed in her face, and he loved to see her so happy. 

He shook himself, the sensual images of her almost a tangible thing in front him that he could reach out and touch. He took his hands out of his pockets, a deep need to hear her voice bubbling up inside him. He reached for the phone.

Her by Cathy O'Niel copyright 2009



Her



I met her in a dive bar. Well, not exactly a hole-in-the-wall; it wasn't that dingy. But you know what I mean, right? Old curling posters on the wall, blinking neon beer signs, only one coin-operated billiard table. She was sitting with her legs curled up under her, a charming fedora perched on her head like a familiar bat, and a set of horn-rimmed glasses rode her delicate nose. She turned the page in her novel and adjusted her scarf, gently flaring her nostrils as she did so.

Hips.

I sat at the bar and ordered a Guinness. The bartender smiled at me, a regular, and cocked her head to the corner where the new gal sat. I shrugged and blushed. It is possible to do both, actually. 

Lips.

I noticed that my hands were sweaty. The Guinness slid down smoothly and seemed to bathe my navel and then stroke my labia with one hand. I shuddered. Who was she? She looked sweet. Like a child in her pose. But her breasts. And the way she held her mouth. Her hands were womanly. My pulse increased. I had to speak with her. 

Bravely I got up, my knees wobbling. I can do this, right? I quietly strode to her corner and paused before her booth, watching as her fingers stroked the stem of her wine glass. "Hello," I stuttered. Careful blue eyes glanced up, framed by those adorable glasses and long blonde lashes. Dimples appeared. "Hi yourself! Have a seat." What? That was too easy. I tried a cheesy pick up line and introduced myself as a desperate girl with a burning need tucked away deep between my thighs.

Arms.

She chuckled. I asked her what she was reading. Hemmingway. Obviously. She asked if I wanted a smoke. I said, "Well. I don't smoke. But I want to watch you smoke." She grinned shyly. "Okay." We exited O'Rourke's and the bartender winked at me. I rolled my eyes and then hurried after the 5 feet and 8 inches of curvaceous glory that awaited me just outside on the grungy sidewalk. 

Ass.

"Sidney." Oh. "Kylie. Nice to make your acquaintance." I want you. Can you read my mind? She couldn't read my mind, of course. But I felt that she could hear the blood coursing through my veins and see the erect flesh of my nipples peeking through my thin top. She wrapped her arm around my waist and said, "Let's go sailing." We walked slowly down the street, the tiny ember of her cigarette glowing softly. She stopped suddenly and pulled me close, standing on the tips of her booted toes, and kissed my lower lip. I was too shocked to respond properly so I laughed. Sidney laughed. We laughed together.

Suddenly I kissed her back. Deeply. Like the center of the universe was the erotic space between us. This moment was only amplified by the scent of her perfume and the grasp of my hand on her lower back and the stars eavesdropping from over the tops of the buildings. 

Belly.

My pelvis trembled and my panties became damp. When we finally stopped kissing there was a lot of gasping for breath. The urgent look in her eyes indicated her need for me to make a quick decision so I made it. I grabbed her hand and pulled her down the street behind me. We skipped awkwardly and giggled like small children. Unlocking my car, I opened the door for her and then leaped over the hood onto my side of the vehicle. I almost broke my face on the driver's side mirror and then actually ran my head into the doorway of the car. I though Sidney would never stop laughing as I drove us to my apartment.

Feet.

We sat on the couch. Or the floor. Or my bed. I don't quite recall. I do remember, however, what she said to me then. "I've known you forever and you are mine." She then removed her hat, her scarf, her boots, and her glasses. Sidney took my body and removed it, exposing my soul like a peep-show booth. I wrapped myself around her and we became one person. Like transparent one-ness, universal freedom, stitched together exquisitely. 

Cunt.

When I touched my tongue to her velvet dampness for the first time it was like the stars had closed in and burnt me deliciously with their fiery lust. The taste of her, the smell of her. The soft sounds she made as we made love. All of it was somewhat indescribably wonderful and life-changing.

She touched me like flame and made me squirt into her open mouth, a new phenomenon. Fingers and lips and tongue and teeth and softness and cum. This is what life is like, living. 

She fell asleep with her head pillowed on my right breast, her arm slung over my belly. I laid awake for some time but slowly drifted away. Of course, when I woke up, she was gone.

But you already knew that she would be.



Her 39th Birthday



It was the week of my wife's 39th birthday. She was feeling kind of down, not believing that she was almost 40. It didn't help matters that her sister, who was 5 years younger, was making a big deal about it. Of course my wife didn't look 39, most people thought she was much closer to 30. She had a great body and would often have guys flirt with her if I was not around. I begin to wonder what I could do to make her feel better. We already had plans to go out to dinner and see a movie, but I had to come up with something better, to let her know that she was still sexy, no matter how old she was getting.

My wife and I often discuss fantasies while having sex, talk about them, and tell one that we might be thinking about, to describe it in detail. Tell it like it is happening right then. One that we both like is to be around when other people are having sex and them watching us have sex. Not like an orgy. We are not looking to have sex with other people, but the idea of people watching us lick, suck, and fuck, is a real turn on. I began to wonder if I could make this fantasy come true, at least to an extent, but not involve other people. Make it seem real enough that she would think it was happening.

To set it up I had to do several things. The first was grabbing some audio from some of our favorite movies. I had to find the right ones. There had to be sounds of people fucking, moaning, and groaning, huge orgasms. I also needed some people talking about it, especially someone talking about her hot body and how they would love to fuck her. I wanted her to feel lusted after, to feel like she was a sex goddess. It took me awhile to find what I needed but I got it downloaded to my computer and burnt on to several CDs. To make it seem real I needed to have several CD players placed around the room. That led me to my next task. Getting a quiet, faraway place that we would be sure of not being interrupted. I had a friend that had a cabin out in the woods. Not much, but it was adequate for our needs. Finally, how to set it up so that it would be believable.

Dinner was easy. We had a favorite little spot just a few miles away. It had great food for such a small place. It was basically a bar but a lot of people went there to eat dinner. I went a couple of nights before our "date" and talked to a few people. I gave them each $20 and instructed them to flirt with my wife, maybe dance with her, maybe have one of them slip her their phone number, and to casually mention a couples retreat they were going to this weekend. As far as the movie I took care of that too. There was only one show we were interested in seeing so I called the theater before we left the bar and asked them to tell us that it was sold out. My wife was really bummed about that so I suggested that we drive around awhile and talk. She is not much of a drinker and she had had a couple of drinks at the bar and I saw a sparkle in her eyes, like she was thinking of something we could do in the car. I had to smile, knowing that she sure had a real surprise coming.

We drove for a while and talked. I asked her if she noticed the men (and women) who had flirted with her at the bar. She laughed, a quick little laugh, and said yes. That's when she told me about the one guy who had given her a phone number. I acted shocked and asked her why she had kept it. She didn't answer right away, I guess not sure why herself. We made our way out into the woods, to my friends cabin. As we drove deeper into the woods, she began to question me as to where we were going. I told her we were going to a quiet, secluded spot where we were sure to not be disturbed. She looked at me and smiled, but I could see some uncertainty in her eyes. We finally made it to the cabin and she became even more unsure of what was going on. I turned off the car and took her hand. I looked into her eyes and asked her if she trusted me. She said yes. So I told her to put on a blindfold. She took it in her hands, looked at me, and put it on. I got out of the car, walked around and helped her out. I walked her up the steps and into the cabin. There were just a couple of lights on, not very bright. I had been out here already today setting things up. I had one of the CD players already on, playing a hushed, party conversation. She stopped walking when she heard the voices but I held onto her tight and led her to the bed.

I helped her out of her clothes and used a remote to queue up a couple of the other CDs. One was some men talking about her sexy body. How they would love to suck on her tits and commenting on her slick, shaved pussy. I made her lie down and spread her legs. I could tell she was apprehensive. I reassured her that everything was okay. I caressed her smooth mound and watcher her pussy lips become thicker. Her juices started to flow and her nipples hardened. I teased her pussy with my fingers, inserting one, then two. She was quickly becoming aroused. Then at the right moment one of the "men" said to lick her pussy so I did. Immediately she began to moan and pinch her nipples. As I licked her pussy I inserted a finger inside of her and also stroked her anus with another. She began to push up toward my mouth, begging me to lick her pussy. One hand stayed on a nipple while the other went to my head pushing it into her sweet spot. Quickly she came, bucking under me, screaming. There were cheers in the background and sounds of other "people" starting to have sex all around us.

As her orgasm subsided she started to reach for the blindfold but I stopped her before she could get it off. Just then I heard "somebody" say it was his turn, "he" wanted to stick his cock inside of her. I pulled her up and moved her onto her hands and knees. I then used our special dildo on her. It was 8 inches long and very thick, thicker than my dick is. It was very lifelike and filled up her hot pussy. She groaned as I pushed it in and her breath caught as the size of it registered in her brain. I slowly moved it in and out, toying with her. All the while telling her about this big stud fucking her. Describing for her all the sounds she was hearing, of people fucking, sucking cocks, and licking pussies. She was screaming how good his big cock felt inside of her, she was telling him to fuck her, fuck her hard. Suddenly I stopped all of the CDs so that it was quiet except for the lustful sounds my wife was making and me telling her how hot it made me to watch her get fucked by another man. I was kneeling beside her so she could smell my cock. It was right by her face and she reached out with her tongue and licked it. She could taste the cum that was leaking out. She moaned again and circled her lips around the head of my cock. It was then my turn to moan.

But I stopped her, I had more things planned and I was not ready to cum just yet. But she was. She began moaning more and pushing back against the "cock" inside her puss, screaming all the while for this big stud to fuck her. Then she came, a great big, body shaking orgasm. It seemed to last forever. Finally I pulled the "cock" out of her and she collapsed to her stomach. Once again there was applause, signifying the "crowd's " appreciation of the show. Then more sounds of sex around us, orgasms left and right. She was out of breath and could hardly move. Now it was my turn. I pulled her over toward me, with her legs hanging over the edge of the bed. I lubed up my rock hard cock and then squirted some lube on her tight little anus. She flinched a little because it was cold but she had no energy to move. I slowly inserted my cock in her ass and moved it in until my cock filled her up. A small moan slipped from her lips. She was able to utter "fuck me up the ass with your big cock, shoot your load up in me". I began moving quicker, it wouldn't be long now. I was soon there and I shot my load, filling up her ass with my cum. It was so much, and with so much force, she came again. I collapsed onto her and then rolled to her side.

Finally I allowed her to take off her blindfold. It was a few minutes before she could sit up. As she did I slowly lowered the volume of the CDs until it was quiet except for gentle, soothing music. She looked around; searching for the "people" she had heard. But they were not there. Then I showed her the CD players and explained what had happened. She laughed and then hugged me, kissing me passionately. We lay there a while then got up to take a shower. She was so turned on by what had happened, running it through her mind that she soon was on her knees coaxing my cock hard again with her mouth. She took it all in her mouth, sucking with such gusto. She caressed and fondled my balls. She sucked me hard and began bobbing up and down, faster and faster. Then she reached around and inserted a finger in my ass and I exploded right in her mouth and she gulped down every drop, licking up any last bit that squirted out.

We got out and dried each other off, taking our time, caressing each other's body. As we dressed I caught a smile on her lips and a contented look on her face. She thanked me for her birthday present and then told me she couldn't wait until it was my birthday! When that time comes, I'll be sure to let you know what happens.



Her



He is near me. I know this as well as I know my own name. He may not be in the room with me, but I know that He is near. He can hear everything that I say and knows everything I do, even something as insignificant as taking a breath, He hears me.

How long have I been here? I don't know.

Hours?

Days?

Minutes?

I don't know...it seems like it has been forever since I stood on my own two feet. He wouldn't leave me here for weeks by myself...would He? I hope not...I'm so afraid. I cannot see...I cannot tell what time it is or even what day it is. Have I slept at all? Dozed? Did I pass out at some point? I wish He would return...I don't like this darkness...strange things happen in the dark. Is it dark outside or is it daylight? How long have I been here? I can hear Him now. He is closer to me than before, and yet He stays so far away.

Why?

Was it something I did to make Him angry with me? Or is He simply playing with me? I wish He would return...I'm so thirsty. A nice cold glass of water would be heaven right now. Feeling the cold liquid slide down my throat, quenching this thirst that has been haunting me for days. Or has it only been hours? I can almost feel it against my lips, almost taste it against my dry lips, wetting them deliciously. But where is He? Is He here with me? Is He watching me?

What was that? A noise! Was it in the room with me or was it outside the room? Was it Him, standing close to me, poised with His hand ready to touch me? Is that His hand close to my skin? Is that His breath I feel against my face? It is Him or is it another He has brought here to see His pet hanging from the wall, on display like a fine piece of artwork? A simple decoration?

My wrists are aching from the restraints against them. The leather had been so soft when He first placed it around my wrists and hung me here, but now the same leather is grating against the tender flesh. It holds me here for hours on end, against the cold stone of the wall. Or has it been days?

I wish I knew what time it was. I don't remember how long I have been here....my sense of timing is gone. I know at some point, I must have either passed out or slept because I can't remember big gaps of time. I have lost sense of most of my body, except my arms and legs. My legs went numb hours ago...days ago?

I only know that I cannot feel them any longer. They are heavy, and yet at the same time, weightless.

WAIT!! There it is again!

That noise is back. It's definitely in the room with me...but I can't tell what it is. It sounds cold...and dangerous. Like the darkness that I have been suffused in for so long. Cold, dangerous and unknown. I don't like this darkness. It frightens me horribly.

I wish He would return...I wish He were here with me, removing the blindfold from my eyes so that I might look up into His eyes and tell Him how much I love Him and how I bear this only for His pleasure. I dare not cry out to tell Him this...it might anger Him even more than He is now and that would be disastrous. Or would it give Him cause to release me from my bonds? Would it give Him pleasure to hear me whimpering for release...to hear me cry out for Him and His touch? Would it please Him to know that I am broken and that I have waited here for Him and Him alone? I wish I knew....

I can feel a scream coming up inside of me. I know that I cannot scream...I cannot anger Him. But I have been here for so long that I cannot tell which would please Him more. My pain or my love for Him? I want to scream and to whimper for Him. I want to tell Him of my submission and how it is all only for Him. I want to beg to be released from these restraints. But I know that to do so would be to bring shame to Him in front of His guests, if any are there.

I don't know what that noise was, but it is gone now. Or is it only Him, standing before me, waiting for me to relax before making the noise again? Is He standing there, watching me struggle with myself? Watching me struggle against these bonds which hold me so cruelly and yet so lovingly at the same time? Is He close enough to touch me or is He on the other side of the room? Is He even in the room with me? I don't know....

I think I can hear His breathing, but I can't be sure. Is it Him or is it only my own breathing echoing through the room? I can feel the sweat rolling down my body, making me sticky. I wish I could bathe. When was the last time I bathed? I know that it was just before He placed me down here, but how long ago was that? I feel sticky and sweaty...not really dirty yet...just a fine layer of grime.

I wish I had a cool cloth to wipe my forehead and chest. Just a cloth to rub across my hot, sticky flesh and make me feel cooler. Feeling Him close to me, running that cool cloth across my body. I know that I would orgasm from just His touch, even hidden behind the cloth. Simply from His nearness to me, caressing me and loving me as only He can.

WAIT!

He is here....in the room with me! I can smell Him in the air. His cologne, so musky and sweet is heavy in the air. Or is it just my imagination? Could I have been here for so long that I can imagine His very scent? I don't know....no....He IS here....I wish.....I hope its not my imagination...is it? No....is that not a warmth next to my breast? His hand perhaps, ready to reach out and touch me...is that not His breath I feel against my face? It is so warm, I couldn't imagine that.......could I? Was that movement? A footstep? I think it was....I think He is here with me. I think He has been watching me, hanging from this wall, my arms going numb from being left here alone against this wall.

My legs went numb hours ago....or was it days ago? All I DO know is that my legs went numb a long time ago and that my arms are soon to be joining them. The feeling of pins and needles began a long time ago also and now they are beginning to fade. Perhaps if I counted silently, I could keep track of how long I have been here. No...its better that I not know....I think knowing would make me crazy. Should I cry out, let Him know that I feel His presence? Would that please Him?

Why has He left me here for so long? Does He wish to only have me decorate His wall for His guests? I can hear more than one person around me...in the room with me. Or is it only Him, moving swiftly throughout the empty room, using the echo of the room to His advantage? Trying to make me think there are more people here than He? Would He do that to me? Leave me here, alone and waiting for Him while others gazed upon me? I can't hear anyone talking...not even in whispers. I know that I would hear whispering...wouldn't I? I think I can hear His breathing again.....He has moved away from me again. Or is it only my own ragged breathing coming back to trick me?

Wait!! There is that noise again!

What is it? Its driving me crazy. It sounds like something long and hard being dragged across the cold stone floor of the basement. Is it Him, watching me again? No....no...it's definitely NOT a footstep. It sounds more like...like a whip that is being dragged deliberately across the floor....doesn't it? But why would He have a whip? Does He intend to whip me for His pleasure? Or is He only tormenting me? Waiting to see my reaction to the noise?

What should I do? Should I let Him know that I hear Him? Would it make a difference in His reaction to me? Probably not...I've belonged to Him long enough to know that my reaction is insignificant unless I am REALLY hurting.

My arms are totally numb now. The pins and needles feeling left a while ago and now all I feel is the same heavy weightlessness as in my legs. Maybe if I lean forward, I can bring the feeling back into my limbs. But no...if I do that, I'll end up with pins and needles again and I don't think I could handle feeling that again. Not without knowing how much longer I'm going to be here. He may leave me here forever and then I would have to endure the numbness again....

NO!

He wouldn't leave me down here forever.....would He? He wouldn't do that to me....or at least I hope He wouldn't. I'm so hungry. When was the last time I ate? What was the last thing I ate? Was it the lasagna last night or did I have breakfast this morning? When was the last time I had something to eat? Or to drink? I can't think....my arms are so numb and my body aches from hanging here. Was it really last night that I ate? Or has it been longer? I don't know...No, it can't have been that long or else I would have felt hungry before this...wouldn't I?

Was that a light? Did the room just get brighter? I can't tell, not through the blindfold. But I think it did just get brighter. And that would mean that He is here with me!! If the muscles in my face didn't hurt so much, I would smile. But my lips are so dry and parched that if I tried to smile, I think my lips would crack and bleed. God, what I would do for a glass...no, a SIP of water right now? To feel that liquid wet my lips...my tongue feels so heavy and grainy inside my mouth. Could I die of dehydration before He comes back down here? What if something happened to Him while He was upstairs? What if no one ever comes down here to find me??

NO!!

Stop that....I can't think that way. He would never let something like that happen. I'm NOT going to be left down here forever...am I?

Oh God...a breeze! That was definitely a breeze!!! It felt so cool against me...and it was so close. That means He is here....close to me. Was that cloth that just rubbed against my leg? Yes.....yes it was cloth. Something cool and smooth...like silk. It feels so soft and comforting. I think I'm going to cry. I can feel my eyes watering and my throat feels tight.

But I can't cry...I WON'T cry. That would make Him think that I was unappreciative of His love for me. No, I won't cry....but that material felt so good. He is here...I can really smell Him now....so close to me. The lavender of His cologne and the musky scent of Him when He is near.. GOD He smells so good....so sexy....Is that His hand? Yes....ohgod...yes...it is His hand...touching me...His fingers are tracing the outside of my thighs...

GOD!!

He is touching me...really...really touching me. My voice sounds so strange to my ears. I don't care if He leaves me up here forever. I can't stop myself....I can feel the dampness of my orgasm pouring out of me and running down my leg, making my thighs slick. His hand feels so good, so warm. So tender and loving...just like I knew it would...my lips are so dry it hurts to talk and my throat feels like raw sandpaper.

"tha....thank Y....You.....thank You, my Lord.....I love You and belong to You.....totally......I love You....thank You"

I'm crying...I know I am. I can feel the salty wetness of my tears sliding down my face; the same as the nectar of my passion that is running down my thighs and calves. I can't stop myself...I may cry forever. He is so loving...His hands upon my sex...bringing me to another orgasm...His fingers sliding deep inside of me...caressing me from the inside...

I'm going to have another orgasm...oh...it hurts my muscles...but it feels so good. I can't feel anything except His hands on me...in me...the fingers of one hand caressing the aching lips of my sex as His other finger gently rubs and pulls the sensitive nub of my clitoris...sending my mind reeling. His love is flowing into me like a river...my passion spilling out of me. I cannot help but scream...I love Him...I need Him ...love...need...Lights are exploding all around me....black lights. I love Him...NNeeeedd Yoouu. Oh god...I've gone crazy.

My neck is killing me and my head feels like there is a weight attached to it. How long ago did I pass out? Or was it sleep? The pins and needles are back. Was He really here or did I imagine it all? I can't smell Him anymore...But...He is near me. How long have I been here?



Beneath the Green Glass Shade



She is lingering in the doorway. She is full of doubt and desire and darkness. Her hair is long and her skin. Dark. Smooth. Supple tight stretched across her body her muscles her fat her hormones glands wetness.

She is sitting across from me and I... I can see her eyes. Even though the room is dark-maybe because the room is dark-I can see her eyes. The light the sparkle the shine. I can see the smoulder the spark the flicker. Heat. Coming off of this girl-she is interested. And I can taste it through the air. See it in her. Smell. The bar is dark the light dim music slow chocolate.

She is wearing a dress that clings to her body allows me to see every curve of her flesh. The stretchy black material halting just below her mound her sex her sex. Two legs long long short skirt long legs long. Go. Down. Up. Darkness. The dress is tiny, man. So tiny it shows what it hides and it hides very little and I can feel my prick tickle lengthen stiffen hard hard looking at her. Legs. Her mound that little hump where the dress ends and my imagination begins. Smooth smooth skin.

Smell sweat. Sweet. Salt. Musk. Her musk her pussy is so so damp and I can smell it smells good like burying my nose in her all those chemicals those... Hormones. My cock twitches and she can see that I am. Interested. Lips. Lick. Eyes. Flick. I want to reach out want to touch. Finger. Feel. Smooth. Damp. Just sticky, just. Her hand resting on the table between us. Her fingers resting on the patina of the table. Her fingers. Resting. Like the fingers of a statue. Her skin. Dark. Smooth. Fine. I can reach. I reach. My hands move across the table. My pinky finger grazes her pinky finger. No one else in the room notices but her heart skips a beat. My heart speeds up. There is sweat fine damp moistness on our fingers. Our skin warm hot.

The room is darker and her eyes are larger. Big so big bigger and larger. They swallow the whole room swallow me but I can see her still. Our fingers just touching just so. Just touching there on the table. her legs are parted slightly and I can smell it. And my cock is so hard hard. I can see her nipples through the stretchy black material of the short short dress. The black dress. The short black dress that stretches and clings to her. Breasts. Mound. Belly. Her breasts are moving with her breath, which is coming just faster than it was before. Faster. Quickness. Breasts moving. Nipples hard. Mound damp. Pussy. Damp. And my prick aching to be buried in her soft moist warmth.

To enter to push to cleave to stab to invade to thrust to defile to inhabit to rub to massage to slip and slide and fuck to squirt ejaculate and cum within her moist close warm pussy to ejaculate inside her to cum in her feel the walls of her cunt engulf consume me squeeze suck hungrily surround. Her pussy her sex her pussy.

The mound is inflamed. And my cock is hard. When her hand touches my leg. Beneath the table, her hand touches my leg my knee the material the khaki material of my trousers, she puts her hand onto my leg onto my knee. My prick jumps. I want her to touch it. To slide her hand up my leg, slide it up my leg and over into my crotch to where my cock is. Where my testicles are. The place where all of the sensation is prickling and twinkling and flashing. My hard cock. My prick. Engorged. Erect. Hard. Desire. Need. Want to be touched to be stroked her fingernails grazing the skin the surface of the shaft the sensitive skin the head the ridges the lines wrinkles stiff. Skin. Wants her to touch to stroke to grasp it and stroke it under the table. Right here under the table at this bar. To unzip my trousers, pull my cock out, and begin stroking it right here where someone might see, where anyone could catch us here in this dim bar with the chocolate music and the dim lights. 

Wants her to unzip my trousers and pull it out and stroke it slowly beneath the table to notice how hard it is how proud how erect how manly I am how virile. To be impressed. For her to gasp slightly at the size of it the feeling of that hard cock underneath the patina of the table underneath the dimness of the light the lamp the hanging brass lamp with the green glass shade, the hanging brass lamp. Wants to feel her slight intake of breath, the movement of her breasts her hard nipples, her damp cunt under the table as she strokes it, grazes it with her fingernails. I can see the slight movement of her arm. No one else can see it how slight it is the slight repetitive movement as she strokes the hard hard cock underneath the table. The look in her eyes, the slightest smile in the corner of her eyes corner of her mouth breasts move arm moves hand strokes fingernails scrape pussy cunt wet damp moist hot she's so. fucking. dirty. Stroking this cock underneath the table in the dim bar.

Does she know I'm going to cum soon? That this is unbelievable? That it is an unbelievable fantasy to have this chocolate woman in the dimly lit bar with the chocolate music and the green glass lampshades stroking my cock under the table? A stranger stroking my cock under the table? Seeing her breasts her nipples moving the thin and stretchy black material is so tight I can see her nipples the outlines the hard erect nipples moving just slightly the breasts moving just slightly. I can smell her cunt reeking under the table her mound her moist wet damp hot inflamed mound secreting fluid sticky fluid lubricating labia while her hand moves under the table teases my cock my hard cock and no one else can see. The music plays like it's just for us two strangers sitting across from one another at a table with beers moist cold condensation there on the table.

Her fingertip swipes the head of my cock eye mouth throat precum dripping glisten finger swipes the precum and she brings it up out from beneath the table a single finger held up-she's got a point to make-a single finger held up a glistening bead rolling slowly down my cock is jumping twisting shouting and the glisten drips down her finger brings it to her mouth and licks it off. Eyes watching me big dark eyes watching me big deep dark eyes watching me serious. Serious eyes. Precum tongue mouth lips lick suck. liquid sticky fluid seminal fluid precum glisten liquid lick suck tease lick lick.

She's fingering her cunt. Under the table she's making me watch her fingering her cunt with my erection under the table, my helpless erection under the table while she fingers her cunt her moist warm damp hot mound her fucking cunt her pussy her moist pussy fingered fingering fingered under the table. Fingers slipping in and out slipping in and out moist slick slippery fingers slipping in and out coated in slimy slickery slippery pussy fluid lubrication slick slippery pussy while she fingers herself and watches me from across the table. I can see her nipples getting harder. Her flesh is damper sweatier breath quicker breasts moving up and down nipples hard fingers slipping in and out playing with her hooded clit her little hooded clit her clit clit there between her legs beneath the table beneath the dimness of the lamp in the dim dark bar with the chocolate music chocolate skin smooth chocolate skin long curly black hair big dark eyes deep dark eyes as wide as the sea watching me swallowing me not blinking not moving not flickering while she fingers herself and makes me wait my cock is so hard and I'm watching her arm moving just slightly so slightly that no one would even notice no one could ever know that her fingers are slipping in and out of her pussy there underneath the table. Making me watch helpless I want to cum so much can smell her pussy her cum her cunt under the table see her arm muscles convulse as she fingers herself fingers flicking twisting slipping slick slippery fingers fingering it there.

She's going to make herself cum. Right here. Right in front of me I can see her getting closer and closer to cumming to making herself cum right here in the dark bar the dark dimness of the bar. She's a total stranger with chocolate skin and black hair and deep dark eyes and slender fingers and breasts moving and hard nipples and breath cumming faster and faster and faster as she gets closer and closer to cumming cumming right in front of me right in the bar. At the table across from a stranger a strange man a stranger with an erection a hard on hard cock prick twitching she's making me keep both hands on the table. Holding my hands in her one free hand she's holding my hands like we're friends like we know each other like we're anything more than strangers fucking each other under a table somehow fucking one another with one hand fingers slipping in and out flicking that clit that cunt that slippery moist cunt my cock is twitching because I want to fuck her but she's cumming she's cumming in front of me across from me under the table her pussy is cumming it's cumming fingers flicking slipping flickering flashing twisting flicking cumming pussy cunt pussy breath heaving breasts moving nipples hard hard hard hard hard. She's cumming and she's cummed. She's come. She's came she's cum. cum cum all over her fingers slippery fingers slippery fingers sticking them into my mouth slipping them into my mouth slipping in and out of my mouth the finger coated in her slimy sticky slippery slickery slippery fluid her cum her pussy fluid her lubrication slippery lubrication on my tongue in my mouth swallowing her slippery salty cum slippery in my mouth throat stomach slippery sticky cum in the dim bar underneath the green glass lampshade with the chocolate music above the patina of the table the slippery patina of the table the well worn table in the dark bar where no one notices us sitting in the corner of the bar in the darkness of the corner where her tiny dress is stretchy and black and her nipples are hard and they poke out through the thin and stretchy black material and her skin is so smooth and dark and supple and my cock is so aching and hard and she's looking into my eyes watching me deeply watching me inside me inside me her eyes are so deep and dark and wide and large.

She gets up from the table and goes to the ladies. Leaves me sitting there with the hard cock the prick sticking out through my unzipped trousers there beneath the table in the dim bar my cock is so hard the skin stretched so tight. My cock is so hard and I feel it under the table where no one else can see so stiff out of my trousers under the table. The cum is caught in my balls, caught in the base of my prick, waiting to be coaxed out for her to fuck my cock with her pussy her moist wet dampness engulf me swallow me consume me my hardness hotness hard hot hotness. Stiff so stiff.

When she walks back from the ladies, her face is radiant. Skin so smooth. I can still smell the sex still smell her cunt her sex her pussy her cum. She sits back down and takes my hand. Her other hand snakes under the table and plays with my cock, pops it back and forth, feels it to know it is still hard aching hard needing her to make it cum for me make it cum cum cum. She slaps it playfully and then gets up and walks out of the bar. Her ass is amazing as she walks out of the dim dark bar and out into the light of the streetlights outside the signs the neon signs the sings of light just outside the door. My cock is so hard under the table where my hand is going to stroke the cock there under the table, stroking the cock to cum under the table in the dim dim bar in the dim, dark darkness of the dim bar where I can still smell her cum.



Her



I could never say no to Her, I was helpless, if She said frog, I jumped. She called me into the bedroom; She was on the bed naked, lying on Her side, ass out towards the edge. She told me to take off my clothes and play with myself. I started slowly, looking at Her bare backside, the side of Her breast, Her long dark hair and finally at Her ass. She could sense when I was getting more excited and said for me to masturbate on Her ass. As my hard cock, started to beat against Her ass, I became even more turned on and closer to cuming. As I started to say that I was going to -- She orders me to push the head of my dick between Her ass cheeks as I cum. Her cheeks easily part, and as I touch the tip to Her rosebud, my cock explodes filling Her crack with my cream. I pull back and watch the cum ooze from Her ass crack. She tells me that was nice and that She wants me to fill up again with sperm to be ready for next time -- so She orders me to go to the local adult bookstore and suck at least three dick and swallow...

I dress and even though I am spent I drive to the local ABS. This is a medium size place with booths, some preview rooms and a small theater. There is a single cover charge that gets you access, so you do not have to constantly feed money to watch a movie and can freely move between all the venues. I go first to the preview room where they have a small couch to watch the screen. As I am scrolling thru the choices and stop to watch a shemale cum on a guy's ass; the door opens and a large guy comes in. He immediately unzips and pulls out a short thick cock. He grabs my head and pulls it to his cock, and pushes it in my mouth. I start to suck and lip it with my tongue flicking and rubbing the underside if his cock. This guy was very horny and was close to cuming before he entered my room. His grunting told me how much he was enjoying it and how close he was getting. He froze for a second and then started frantically fucking my mouth -- and then he filled me with his load. After he finished, he pulled out and left. Remembering what She told me I swallowed it all. 

Almost immediately another guy entered, he was big also with a short fat cock. He also just grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth. I just let him, and really did not do anything. He did not slow down until he came in my mouth. He then held my head with his shrinking dick for several minutes. I swallowed and licked him clean. 

He then zipped up and left without a word. I went into one of the arcade booths and set down to watch some girl get pounded. I looked thru the gloryhole into the next booth and saw a large, well developed black man. He glanced at the hole and I wiggled my finger thru the hole. He got up and pulled his pants down and freed a 9 inch cock. He jacked it for a few moments and then pushed it thru the hole. I started licking it up and down the shaft. Flicking my tongue up the underside; taking his cock as far into my mouth as possible. As his cock became rock hard and started throbbing. I started stroking it as I sucked it. I do not think he wanted to cum yet and started to pull it back to his side. I intensified my efforts but he continued to pull away. Unfortunately he started to cum and a long rope hit my face and hair. Realizing he could not stop now he pushed back thru the hole into my open mouth, where I had to swallow as fast as I could to get the rest. I was so relived I had finally gotten my third dose of cum and could return to Her, I forgot he had creamed my face and hair also.

I went into the small theater to rest before going back to Her. As I was watching a pizza boy get his tip from a blonde -- I noticed two guys staring at me. The both were intently jacking their cocks, suddenly they both stood up and walked over to me and started cuming on my face and hair. Since I had forgot about the cum in my hair and not cleaned it, they thought I might want more. I wiped my face but could do nothing about my hair. When I got home, I tried to slip in to the bathroom to clean up but She heard me. She ordered me to attend Her. She was lying on the bed fingering Herself. She ordered me to strip and fuck Her immediately. I entered Her and started fucking Her, in and out as She liked it. She looked at my hair and realized it was caked with several ropes of cum. She told me I was supposed to have swallowed it for Her, not treated my hair with it. I tried to say I was sorry but instead said I am going to cum -- She order me not to cum inside but to pull out cum on Her stomach -- so I did -- into a big puddle low on Her belly.

She then ordered me to clean Her -- with my tongue -- and so I did, wondering what would come next...



Her



I didn't really understand the meaning of the word until I met her. It was a casual encounter. Out with friends, having drinks on a Thursday evening. She was a friend of a friend and I was immediately drawn to her....unsure why, but curious, we began to talk. 

A few glasses of wine later, inhibitions started to relax, we began to speak candidly, I found myself telling her things I'd never told another soul. She reciprocated, she gazed into my eyes and as I looked into her eyes it was like seeing into her soul!

She was smoldering, full of lust. I leaned in to whisper into her ear and my nostrils were filled with the most intoxicating scent, her scent. Our mouths were mere inches away from connecting, I took another deep breath and the scent hypnotized me like some sort of a strange drug. 

It felt like there wasn't another soul in the universe at that moment. It was just her and I, completely connected. Emotionally, physically, sexually. 

We gazed into one another's eyes for what seemed like hours, but I'm certain it was only seconds before she leaned in and kissed me so sweetly, so gently. Her sweet tongue teased at my lips and I opened my mouth willingly. A soft moan escaped and she began making love to my mouth with her tongue. 

Our tongues intertwined, she tasted amazing! The headiness of the wine and the musky taste of her last cigarette shot sparks of lust from my mouth straight down to my sex. 

Suddenly she pulled away, looked at me and said, "Jessica you are a bad girl, I'm thinking you need to be spanked." I wasn't sure if she was serious or kidding, so I smiled and told her I thought she might be right!

We paid our bar tab and left our friends behind. I agreed to follow her to her place. 

As I drove I wondered what I had gotten myself into, but my pussy was throbbing and I needed release so desperately! Somehow I knew she held the key to my release. 

We pulled up to an amazing Victorian style home and as I exited my car she stood there and held my hand as I got out. 

In a flash she was pinning me against my car, she became very aggressive! Her tongue stuck down my throat, her hands all over my tits and up my skirt! She found my panties very wet. She rubbed my pussy for a moment, making me squirm and moan. She pulled her hand away and put her fingers to her nose, smiled at me and said, "perfect". 

She took my hand and led me into her home. There were candles lit everywhere, a luminous glow. From somewhere I heard soft music playing. She turned and kissed me gently, leaning me against the inside of the front door she began to unbutton my blouse. 

After my blouse was unbuttoned to my waist she stood back and took in the sight of my near perfect breast and tummy. She smiled and asked me to slide my skirt down my hips. I reached around and unzipped my skirt and slid it down and let it drop to the floor around my ankles. 

She immediately dropped to her knees and pushed my panties to the side and began to suck my clit and finger my pussy! The intensity shattered me and my hips bucked uncontrollably! I grabbed her head mashing my pussy into her sweet face harder and harder! Within seconds I was filling her mouth with my sweet cum. She stood and fed me my own juices with an all consuming french kiss. I was certain I was in love at this point. 

She took my hand and I stepped out of my skirt as she led me to her room.....an amazing white linen and silk haven, it looked and felt like the clouds of heaven. She laid me gently on her bed and began to undress. 

As I watched her pull her top over her head I was mesmerized by her black leather corset that she had hidden so sweetly under her sweater. I was awestruck by her beauty, her porcelain skin against shinny black leather. She reached around and unzipped her pencil skirt and pushed it down her slim hips to reveal thigh high leather boots. There before me was my new found queen in her corset and thigh highs.

I could feel my pussy gushing again just at the sight of her. She came to me, gently kissed my mouth and said, "trust me." 

She turned me over onto a pillow that resembled a ramp of sorts, I smiled to myself thinking "ass up, face down", an instant later I felt the cold hard smack of crop smack my ass. 

I yelped at the sting, and suddenly fear came to mind as I remembered her saying, "you need to be spanked" It was then I realized she had been serious. My queen was just that! THE QUEEN! Again she smacked my ass with the crop! 

I began to squirm, she told me to hold on, just two more and my punishment would be sufficient! 

She purred as she told me that she'd reward me with sexual release unlike anything I'd ever experienced before or would ever experience again! 

ONE..........I flinched........TWO.....I realized that my pussy was so wet that it had coated my inner thighs! 

She came to me, kissed the marks on my ass and slid the ball end of the crop deep inside of my pussy. I moaned and thought I would cum instantly!!

She coached me to "hold on....not yet baby!" She was softly whispering in my ear, "hold your cum angel, let me guide you to the most intense orgasm you've ever had." 

She began to fuck me with her crop hard! Shoving it in so deep, brutalizing my cervix! So hard, faster and faster, my legs were quivering and she was laying on top of me now ramming the crop deep inside of my now gushing cunt. I was screaming, "fuck me baby, fuck me harder...please!!!" I was begging for release pleading "PLEEEEAAASSEEEE!" 

She kept ramming my cunt with her crop and reached underneath me and began rubbing my clit! She was hissing now, "cum for me baby, cum for me now!" 

I felt all of my insides contracting, I was so close! I was whimpering..."please don't stop" over and over I chanted "please don't stop!" 

And then it hit me! Long, hard, deep, earth shattering....wave after wave! The orgasmic wave began high in my tummy and worked down into my pussy, shot down my thighs and out my extremities! It was an orgasm unlike any other I had ever felt. My cunt was squirting cum everywhere! The only thing that could be heard was my whimpering and the beautiful sound of my gushing pussy getting ravaged! 

And it was because of "her"........until next time ~J~



Her 50th



What if...

I felt like a stalker as I sat in the car, parked across the street from her house, waiting for her visitor to leave. I'd arrived in town late in the morning and took the extra time to scope out my surroundings. It'd taken many hours to get to where I was, and it was rather unlike me to undertake such a journey on the spur of the moment. However, there'd been a sense of determination the closer I got that what I was doing was the right thing, and that she'd appreciate it in the end. I only hoped I wasn't mistaken.

She had initially contacted me. I received a private message from her, saying how she really enjoyed my writing. I wrote back to her with thanks and a little personal note, as I do every piece of feedback I get, and instead of that being that, I got a response in return. This prompted another answer from me, and another from her. Before long, we were good friends. We had no idea what the other looked like, but we knew we liked who we were. I wasn't gilding the lily when it came to personal facts, and I could tell she was being truthful with me, too. It was that openness that endeared ourselves to one another, and suddenly, we'd fallen in love. It was a strange kind of love, because we both knew there was a long physical distance between us, and that it'd be unlikely that distance would be traversed, although we fantasized about it more than once. Nevertheless, we meant more to one another than we ever dreamed possible.

Finally, we actually did manage to get a glimpse of what we each looked like, and we liked that as much as we liked each other's minds. We felt we did it the way all relationships should actually be done: learn who the other person is first, then worry about appearance.

As it was, I'd checked in at her work (Yes, I knew her workplace: further stalker shit, eh?) and found out that she had the day off. Therefore, I took the car farthest up in the driveway to be hers, and the one behind it, a visitor, wishing her well on her day.

I'd made a few plans along the way, asking some questions when I got into the area, and making the arrangements when I learned which suited my plan.

And now I sat and waited. I'd changed into a coat and tie at a gas station, and bought a single red rose, feeling that a bouquet would be too garish. I didn't know from wine, so I didn't bother attempting to get anything in that vein.

As I watched the house, it dawned on me that I hadn't bothered to get myself a place to stay the night. I had to get back on the road before noon the next day, but I felt like a dumbass when I realized I'd have to attempt to get a room after whatever happened, happened.

Finally, I saw a tall, young, good-looking guy emerge from the front door of the small house. From the vague descriptions I'd received in some of our correspondences, I assumed this was her son.

Suddenly, my heart felt like it was attached to a jackhammer. I felt sweat bead on my forehead and my mouth get dry as I saw the young man get into his car and drive away. Muscling my way through the onslaught of nerves, I grabbed my flower and got out of the car.

'Fuck,' I thought. 'What if she's freaked out by this? What if I've just made an incredible journey only to find out she's going to be weirded out by the fact I'm here? Have I just screwed up whatever we might have with this unannounced appearance on her doorstep?'

Thousands of second guesses flowed through my mind in a split second as I stood there, trying to find the guts to walk the distance to the house and discover just what her reaction would be. After maybe a minute -- which seemed like hours -- I threw caution to the wind, quelled the indecision that raged through me and started walking.

In only a handful of seconds, I stood before her door, my heart pounding even harder. I hoped I'd be able to find my voice as I reached up a knuckle and knocked, my brain so befuddled that I missed the fact there was a doorbell.

It seemed an interminable wait once I lowered my hand, but I heard movement inside, and I saw the knob turn, and then the door began to open.

Oh my god. There she was. I'd only seen a face shot before. This was her in full, in the flesh. She wore comfortable clothes, jeans and a shirt. Her feet were bare, her dark hair tied back out of the way. She'd just been taking it easy, as she deserved. She looked every bit as good as I'd imagined. I wanted to sweep her up and kiss her madly, but I was sure that would freak her out. At the moment, by the blank expression her face held, I could tell she had no inkling who I was.

Finally, I got over my initial astonishment that I was actually in her presence and held the rose out in both hands.

"Happy Birthday, Laurie." I think I managed a smile as I said it.

She looked like she'd been slapped. Who the hell was this stranger, and how the hell did he know it was her birthday? I could see it etched clearly on her face. Then I saw the wheels click into place, and wonder and incredulity replaced it all.

"No way! Allan?" Her voice was deep and musical. It was just perfect. I'd been half afraid she'd have a voice that'd set my teeth on edge - not that it'd have mattered - but the rich alto fell pleasantly on my ears.

Holding the rose in one hand, I spread my hands in a placating gesture. "Mea culpa."

Elation bubbled out of Laurie. She practically leaped at me, her arms snapping around my neck and hugging me tight. "I can't believe you're here! This is the best birthday present anybody could have got me!"

"It's a pretty good present for me, too," I admitted. "It isn't every day somebody who means as much to me as you do turns fifty."

She lifted her head and looked me in the eyes, her look suddenly serious, though there was a playful glint in her eye. "Oh sure, ruin it by reminding me."

I gazed back into those pretty blue eyes of hers and replied, "Does it look like it matters in the least to me? Twenty, fifty, I don't care. The number could be a hundred and I'd still feel the same about you."

"A hundred? Boy, you sure know how to rack up the points there, bud," she said. Still, that glint told me she was so tickled by my being there that I could say just about anything and it wouldn't matter.

"Y'know, I really want to kiss you, but I don't know what the neighbors would think," Laurie continued. "Not that I really care what the neighbors think, but still, it'd probably be good to come inside."

It was obvious she was reluctant to let me go. She hated the idea of removing herself from me as much as I did. Still, if a kiss was going to rile the neighbors, my carrying her, clinging to me like a koala bear, would probably elicit a similar reaction. Then again, if there were any nosy neighbors watching what was going on, they probably already had plenty of gossip to keep them going.

Finally, Laurie let me go long enough to get us both in the house. When she turned, I got a terrific view of her gLaurieous backside and I watched it eagerly all the way in. With the door closed, we stood for a tense moment, staring at each other, until like two opposite magnetic poles, we slammed together in a passionate kiss.

My body responded immediately. Laurie was everything my fantasies had made her out to be, and that realization was incredible. I desperately wanted to take this further right away, but I had plans, and while I don't often make plans, when I do, I like to follow them if at all possible. Besides, some semblance of control was probably a good thing. At least that's what I kept telling myself. Then again, we were both adults, well beyond the age of consent, so why did it really matter what we did?

Eventually, we both came up for air. I'm sure our faces were mirror images of incredulity and delight. I could hardly get enough of admiring this person I'd fantasized over for so long, having to fill in so many gaps myself. For several seconds, we just looked at one another, our minds each trying to come up with something witty or profound, but still so dumbfounded at our present situation, that they simply remained blank.

Then, that inexorable pull drew us back together. This kiss was a little less frenzied, but no less passionate. It was impossible to tell to tell how long we stood there like that, locked in that embrace, but neither felt an urgent need to let go.

After a while, though, let go we did. We stood there, panting for a minute or so before either of us found a voice.

"Uh... hi," Laurie finally got out.

"Hi," I replied, but didn't continue.

There was a pause. Then suddenly, we both burst out laughing at the absurdity of that little exchange, given what had already transpired. When the laughter started to die down, I reached out and pulled her in close to me again, this time a bit more gently. Laurie snuggled up against my body and stayed there for a moment before saying, "I'm not dreaming, am I?"

I responded, "If you are, so am I, because I'm dreaming that I just got done kissing you for like, the last five minutes, and now I have you in my arms, warm and close."

"In that case, I hope I'm in a coma, 'cause I don't want it to stop."

I stepped back a little bit, holding Laurie out so I could see her face. "You better not be in a coma. I've got plans for you tonight."

Laurie grinned. "What kind of plans?"

"Well, a nice dinner, for sure. After that, it's kind of up in the air. I said I planned. I didn't say I planned real well."

Laurie chuckled, then looked me up and down. "Judging by what you have on, I'm sort of underdressed for what you've got planned, huh?"

I admitted, "To me, you look fabulous. Then again, I think I'd probably think that regardless what you were wearing. The place I had in mind is a little upscale for jeans. At least, that's how I want to treat it, if you don't mind." I figured I'd better drop the bomb and get it over with: "I can't stay long, so I want to make it as special as I can."

Laurie stepped in close and hugged me. "It's that already. I can't believe this." She then backed away, asking, "Do you have reservations? What time?"

I looked around the room for a clock, then stated, "A little over an hour." It was later than I though. I wished I hadn't felt like I needed to waste so much of the day waiting. All I did was eat into the time I could have potentially spent with Laurie, after all the distance I'd come, and how little time I really had.

The little wheels were going in Laurie's brain again as she thought, I assumed, about what she was going to wear. "I think I've got just the outfit. Do you want to come in so we can talk while I change?" I was a little surprised that she invited me to be there while she got out of the clothes she was wearing and into the ones she figured on for dinner. She admitted to me quite a while back that she was a pretty private person, but she'd told me things over the internet connection that she confessed she'd never told another soul, so I had a feeling I was something of an exception to a lot of things where she was concerned.

Now, I was faced with a dilemma. Did I want to go with Laurie while she changed clothes? Absolutely. Did I think I was going to be able to behave myself if I saw her removing clothing in my presence? Of that, I was uncertain. Still, I wasn't a teenager any more, and should be capable of keeping my hands to myself when the need arose.

Nevertheless, I felt like I had to confirm. "Are you sure?"

Laurie realized what she was doing and hesitated. She then made a decision. "Yes, please. I trust you and I love you, not necessarily in that order, but yes, I'm inviting you into my bedroom. I've got you for now, and I want to get to spend as much time with you as possible. If that means having you see my bedroom, so be it. If that means you getting to see my scantily-clad body, then I'll deal with that, too."

Well, let's face it, I'd wanted to see Laurie in her underwear (or less) for some time, so now that there was little doubt to the sincerity of her invitation, I was ready and eager to follow wherever she led. "Lay on, MacDuff," I said, indicating I was ready to go, wherever and whenever she was.

Laurie grinned, apparently taking my Shakespearean quote and adding a bit of double entendre to it. Not that I minded in the least. Given some of our prior communications, I'm sure that kind of activity was in the back of her mind. It sure was in mine...

Following her to the bedroom, Laurie started stripping off clothes. I felt like a fifteen year old kid, standing there while her body was revealed to me. In only her bra and panties, Laurie turned to me and asked, "I don't suppose there's time for me to grab a quick shower?"

I laughed, "I'm trying to behave myself, now. Don't push it. Please." I could feel the strain against the front of my trousers just being in her presence while she was dressed so.

Laurie noticed my distress and gave my crotch a hungry once-over with her eyes, then returned her gaze to my face. "How about my hair? Is there time to do something about it?"

I chuckled at how embarrassed I felt at that moment. It wasn't real obvious how Laurie actually felt about the whole situation, but my adolescent discomfort seemed to afford her some degree of boldness. She trotted over to me (causing her lovely, full breasts to bob enticingly within that oh-so-lucky brassiere), placed a kiss on my cheek, then stated, "It won't take long," then went to a mirror and started fiddling with her hair.

For a while, it looked to me like she was just tangling it, but after a few minutes, she had it the way she wanted it, left the mirror, rummaged around in a drawer, where she grabbed a couple new lacy things, then proceeded to remove the underthings she'd been wearing, replacing them with the new ones.

It was with lightning speed that I saw a glimpse of round, bare breast, covered back over again with the new bra, then I caught an eyeful of her luscious ass, finally adorned with a single string up the middle.

With this new lingerie in place, Laurie then turned to me and did a quick runway turn. "Whattya think? A little sexier than what I had on, huh? It'll sure make me feel sexier while we're out."

In response I started a mantra: "I'm being a good boy. I'm being a good boy..."

We both laughed after a beat, then Laurie headed for the closet, where she brought out her version of the "little black dress."

"What do you think of this?" she asked, holding it up for my approval.

After a moment, I managed, "If it looks this good on the hanger, it's going to look fantastic with the proper filling." I could hardly wait to see her in it.

To her credit, Laurie started to blush a little at that comment. It appeared she'd been basking in her control of the situation, but my little comment had sort of turned her short-lived confidence on its ear. In my mind, her brief sheepishness made her just that much more attractive. Amazing how a flash of vulnerability can make a woman look a bit better to a man, isn't it?

Without a word, Laurie started getting into the dress. It only took moments, and when she turned her back to me, with the back open and the zipper all the way to the bottom, I picked up the cue immediately. A quick zip and she was in. She didn't turn to me for approval after that, though, instead she headed for the closet again, bent over and came back out with a pair of shoes, which she sat on the bed to put on, then over to the dresser where she took out a set of earrings and a necklace, Once she had herself properly done up, she stood and gave another little runway turn.

"Whattya think? Do I pass muster?"

I was stunned. I mean, holy shit! What a knockout! Fifty? You've got to be kidding!

Finally, I croaked out, "Outstanding," which brought a pleased smile to her face.

"Thank you," she came back, blushing again.

"You're very welcome. I calls 'em as I sees 'em, babe."

Laurie took a few steps toward me, glancing right and left at her legs. "You don't think I need hose or something?"

I held out my hands to her, which she took with a smile. "I think you're going to make the twenty year olds envious."

A glance at the clock said it was time to go. I had a vague idea how long it was going be to get to the restaurant, but as this wasn't familiar territory, I wasn't exactly sure. Better to be early than late.

During my excursion that afternoon, trying to get my bearings and figure out just what it was that I'd done to myself, I discovered a historical trolley tour that I thought would be really fun and interesting -- for me if not for Laurie, but I was pretty sure she'd have suffered through for my sake -- but unfortunately, those tours ended before we were getting out. I guess I should have taken advantage while I was out and about, but my mind was elsewhere at the time. My thoughts had been almost exclusively on the knockout woman I had with me now, so I hadn't really taken the opportunity to avail myself of much of anything else.

Holding my elbow out to her, I said, "Shall we go?"

Laurie placed her hand in the offered spot, and we exited the house. "So much for conversing while I changed, eh?" she said as I opened the car door for her.

My god, it was so sexy watching her just get into the car! I don't know who was having more fun with my being here, but I guess it didn't really matter. "Well, you were busy, and I was speechless," I said just before I closed the door and went to the driver's side.

Starting the car, I told her, "I hope you like where I've chosen. I know nothing about this area but what I've been able to gather from the web and from my little bit of exploration once I got here. It's supposed to be a surprise, but if I get lost, I'll have to ask for your help getting there."

Laurie laughed. "It's a deal. I promise to be surprised when we get there, either way. We could be headed for the golden arches and it'd be perfect, as far as I'm concerned."

Fortunately, I remembered the route to where I'd placed the reservation. It was in a historical building, right in the town where Laurie lived. I'd gotten a glance at the menu for the evening, and it sounded fantastic. Locally supplied ingredients, and with the ocean just a couple hours away, the seafood could hardly be fresher.

Laurie looked out the window at where I'd pulled up, saying, "Oh, wow. I've only been here a couple times -- and I've lived here all my life. The food's fantastic, but it's lonely not getting to share the experience."

I was proud of myself that I'd chosen well. Reaching for her hand, I told her, "It'll be an honor and delight to get to share this with you." Isn't it funny how such Hollywood lines come to us at certain times?

"We're a little early, would you like to take a short walk?" I wanted as many people as possible to see me with this fabulous woman. I also wanted to show her off. It was her birthday, she should get some admiration from those around her. Heck, she should be admired, regardless what day it was.

"Sure," Laurie answered. With the look she gave me, I wondered if she wasn't thinking the same things I was. It was my turn to feel a little sheepish.

I helped Laurie from the car -- a sight as titillating this time as it had been previously -- then gave her my elbow once again.

I love it when cities appreciate their past and take pains to preserve it. Many of the buildings were on the National Register of Historic Places, so they were painstakingly kept in as close to original condition as possible. It was delightful walking along the sidewalk, knowing that many of the structures had been around for over a hundred years. We got many a look as we meandered -- there were a lot of people out for a Wednesday night -- and I think Laurie appreciated it as much as they did.

Finally, it was time to head back to the restaurant, so we turned around and started the walk back. Although I was sure Laurie was full of questions, and had been since she'd found me on her doorstep, she'd managed to keep them to herself for quite a while, though I knew she was bursting to ask. Our entire walk was done mostly in silence, each of us just enjoying the comforting, unexpected fact of the other's presence.




Her 50th



The restaurant was lovely. Modern fixtures were integrated well with the 19th century interior, and the ambiance was exactly what I'd hoped for. Most of the other patrons were dressed more casually than we were, but there were one or two other couples who had dressed up for the occasion. Laurie was enchanted. Even when something's right outside your front door, you often don't get to take advantage like you might hope. This was one of those places.

Reading the menu had my mouth watering as well as my cholesterol soaring. Unfortunately, good food doesn't mean good for you food, but what the hell: once in a while, you gotta splurge, eh?

"Order what you want," I said to Laurie, whose eyes sparkled while she read the menu, then glanced up at me, "this evening's all on me."

She laid down her menu on the table with a look of incredulity. "But you came all this way. You've already spent so much just to be here."

I put my menu down, too. "That may be, but I wouldn't have made a trip like this if I hadn't expected to put out some money. Besides, it wouldn't be fair to bring you to a place like this and then make you pay for the meal." I interrupted Laurie before she could protest. "It's your birthday. I came out here to celebrate with you. This whole experience is meant to be your gift."

That quieted her for a moment, but then she started, "But why did you come all this way? Surely it wasn't just for me. How long did it take? Did you drive the whole way? Didn't you stop to rest along the way? Did you do any sightseeing?"

I held up my hands to halt the flurry of questions. "Hold on there. Let me answer before you shoot another question at me." I took her hands in mine and looked her right in the eye.

"Why did I come all this way? I'm sitting across the table from it. Hopefully you realize I did come all this way exclusively for you. I wanted your birthday to be something special. Just seeing you in that dress, and the way you've been looking at me makes it all worthwhile.

"Mapquest said 29 hours, but that'd be with no stops. As it was, I think it took me somewhere in the neighborhood of about 35 hours or so. I pulled over a few times to sleep, so if you add it all up, I'm working on a tremendous sleep deficit here. I stopped to eat a couple times, where I could sit in a seat that wasn't moving, but for the most part, it's been me and the open road on my way here.

"While I wanted to stop and see the sights, my schedule wasn't going to allow it, unfortunately. Besides, I hoped to spend the bulk of my time with you if possible, so I wasn't going to waste it any more than necessary.

"And I can hear the next question before you can ask, though it hurts like hell to have to admit it: Yes, I have to be back on the road in the morning. By the amount of time it took to get here, and figuring it'll take roughly as long to get back, I can't stay longer. I wish I could, it's beautiful here, and more than anything, I wish I could have the prettiest tour guide for hundreds of miles... whatever her age."

Laurie gave me a chastising look. "You keep bringing up this age thing, as if I can't remember it, or as if it matters to you - especially my being older than you. Does it?"

Once she pointed it out, I realized I did keep mentioning age, as if it was something vastly important. I had to think a moment whether there was any tremendous significance to it in my mind, and if so, whether it did matter. If it didn't, why did I keep dwelling on it? The difference between us was less than the fingers on one hand, and if I had to actually admit it, it didn't really matter to me. I loved her no matter what, so what difference did it make?

"I'm sorry, it just keeps popping out. To me, like I said before, it doesn't matter. You're gorgeous, and you're so much more sure of yourself than a younger woman, which is pretty erotic in itself. I know you probably don't feel especially confident at times, but I can tell you have a pretty good idea who you are and what you want, and it makes you more beautiful yet.

"So, no more comments about age, and I apologize for having harped on it so many times already, whether I realized I was doing it or not."

Laurie seemed satisfied with that, and her look of consternation was once more replaced with the amazed satisfaction she'd exhibited all evening.

It dawned on me that while we talked, the restaurant staff hadn't bothered us. They apparently were keeping close watch on whether we were ready to order or not.

Picking up our menus once more, we started talking about what we were reading there.

"My arteries are clogging just reading the menu, but I want one of everything." There was butter and cheese and cream sauce, all those things the doctor would frown at me for even considering putting into my body, but this once, I was going to live it up. Truly good food is darn hard to pass up, and I could tell this was going to be just that.

Laurie laughed, "Yes, but if you have one of everything. Then you'll be too stuffed to do whatever you've got planned for after this." This comment got my attention, and I looked up to see her blue eyes twinkling naughtily over the edge of her menu at me. I couldn't see her lips, but I knew there was a saucy smile on that gorgeous face. Was that an invitation? Did I even have to guess? My heart started pounding all over again and I felt myself getting hard at the implication.

Fortunately, the waiter came over and saved me from making a vocal response to what she'd said... that is, if one came to me. While the innuendo in Laurie's statement was certainly in the back of my mind, I was still making the attempt to not take this farther than either of us were ready to deal with later. We were both well beyond the age of consent, but regret's never out of the question if you end up doing something that changes a situation you never wanted changed.

Laurie ordered a glass of wine, and I've lately been sticking mostly to water, so I maintained that. We admitted we weren't ready to order even an appetizer yet, so the waiter went to fetch our drinks while we tried to decide on something to eat.   

"I suppose we should discuss food, if we're going to eat."

Laurie asked, "How hungry are you?"

I admitted, "Any more, it doesn't seem to matter much. I can feel famished and still not eat more than I would normally. I guess the primary question is: how good would you be at eating leftovers, including mine? I probably won't be able to take anything I don't manage to eat along with me, which leaves it for you."

"Well, I hope you order something I'll eat then."

Deciding to throw my own hat into the innuendo ring and up the ante a bit, I responded, looking Laurie directly in the eyes, "I don't know if it is, but I sure know what I want." I waited a beat, then continued, "I suppose I'd better stick to what they'll bring from the kitchen, though."

Laurie squirmed a little at that, and her face darkened just a bit. I had a feeling this joust would go on all evening, and where it would lead, who really knew? I had a good idea where I hoped it would go, but maybe we'd just end up teasing one another all night and that'd be it. I found myself okay with that notion. It'd be frustrating, sure, but it was worth it, considering who I was dueling with.

I carried on like there was no double meaning to what I'd said a moment earlier. "So, how would you like to do this? Could we decide on a single entrée to share? I guess one thing I'm not too sure of with you, is what kind of food you like. The five-course option sounds like it'd be fun, but I'm afraid we'd both end up too stuffed for anything later."

Finally, Laurie said, "Sharing would be fine. I'll eat whatever you order. That way, neither of us will be too full to enjoy anything after this."

While my wishful mind was reading plenty into that, I didn't dwell on it too much and decided on what to order.

When the waiter came back with our drinks, I ordered the blue cheese crème brulee appetizer, the seared tuna and an extra salad. I held off ordering dessert, though I was sure - comparing everything else - that it'd be fantastic.

"So," I turned to Laurie as the waiter left with our menus, "you didn't have to work today. What did you do with yourself?"

She took a sip of her wine and started, "Oh, that was the best thing they could have done for my birthday at work. It wasn't that long ago that I got done with the end of fiscal year stuff, so I was more than ready when the boss poked his head in yesterday and told me to take the day off. I'm sure when I get in tomorrow, they'll have some kind of celebration, complete with black balloons and everything.

"As far as what I did all day, I can proudly say: not much. I rolled out of bed without the aid of the alarm clock, and first thing I did was get myself a shower." She gave me a significant look. I'd written her emails with detailed scenarios of what might happen if the two of us ended up in such an enclosed environment together. The shower had become something of an event for Laurie, I could say proudly.

"After a very satisfying shower..." another significant look, "I had breakfast and did a little straightening up. Had lunch with my mom, then had a couple visitors. My son was the last person to come see me before you showed up so unexpectedly." Her hands stretched out onto the tabletop. I took them in mine. "...And it's the best present anyone could give me. Thank you."

I gave her hands a gentle squeeze. "You're very welcome. I'm just glad I could be here. I never thought I'd ever make this trip, see you for real..." I couldn't help my voice getting low and husky. "...See how beautiful you really are."

We sat there for at least a full minute, in silence. I could see Laurie's eyes glisten a little, and it made me truly happy that I touched her so much, at the same time feeling an empty tug at the fact that I wasn't going to be able to be with her long.

The longer I sat looking at Laurie, who seemed to be getting more emotional by the second, the more I thought about our rather unusual situation and the consequences and limitations of it, I felt myself starting to get choked up, too. I was amazed at how much I loved her, a woman I'd only truly met a little over an hour previous, if physical proximity was necessary for the word "meet" to really be applicable. I thought about the conversations we'd had over the computer, the things we'd shared, the secrets we'd revealed to no one but the person on the other end of the connection. Sure, we played, letting the innuendos and suggestive talk lead us to having to take matters into our own hands, but the most meaningful part of those exchanges were the ones where we'd learned more about who the other was.

Now, I don't consider myself uber macho, but the idea of coming to tears in a public place doesn't exactly appeal to me, so I was relieved when the waiter finally brought our appetizer, breaking the somber mood that'd set in between us.

The blue cheese crème brulee was amazing. I'd never tasted anything quite like it. I've had the regular kind, but this was far different from that. From the look on Laurie's face, I could tell liked it, too. "Good choice," she told me between bites.

"Thank you," I returned, enjoying just watching her enjoy herself.

Suddenly, she noticed me not eating, my attention focused on her and what she was doing.

"What?" she asked, self-consciously.

I remained silent a moment more, then answered, "Just enjoying the view," which elicited a smile and a blush.

"I can't help it. I just can't believe you're here, in front of me. I know I'm the one who set this all in motion, but I half expected you to be so freaked out by the fact that I came all this way just to see you, that I'd be sitting here alone tonight.

"Yet here you are." This time, I couldn't help the hitch in my voice. The emotions were starting to overwhelm me, and I was proving unequal to the task of combating them.

I tried to excuse myself, not wanting to blubber all over the place in a nice restaurant a long way from home, but Laurie grabbed my hand. "Wait, Allan," she said softly, earnestly.

"I am a little freaked out, to be honest, and have been since you appeared at my house, but in a good way. I can barely remember the last time I was so happy. Of all the people in the world that I know, you happened to be the one that I most wanted to see, that I knew I never would.

"Yet here you are."

I smiled, hearing her use the phrase I'd used earlier. The emotional attack was over for me, between hearing Laurie's voice and her clever use of my own words. Would it come back? I didn't know. I'd just have to wait and see. If it did, I could tell Laurie would be okay with it. She seemed far from repulsed by my near miss a moment earlier, so I took a deep breath and got myself back together.

"Thank you," I said, both for her kind words and her defusing of what could have been a really ugly and embarrassing situation.

"You're welcome," she replied with a smile. "Now, help me eat this before our salads get here."

I laughed and we finished off the crème brulee just as the salads hit the table.

Now, I'm not much of a salad eater. They're more a necessary evil in my book, but this wasn't at all bad. I wrapped mine up at about the time the tuna was served. Laurie finished a little after.

Now, the tuna was terrific stuff. I love fish anyway, but this was simply tremendous. Laurie liked it, too, and before too awfully long, it was gone.

When the entree plates were taken away, I wasn't sure about Laurie, but I was pleasantly full. Splitting the entire meal was the way to go. I hoped she agreed, though I was pretty sure I'd never know.

Before Laurie could ask about dessert, the waiter brought two cups with some of the inn's specialty ice cream. One had a single candle in it, which he lit. Now, I'd requested that no big fuss be made, no "everybody sing" or anything like that. All that was said was, "Happy Birthday, maam," as the cup was placed before her.

When the waiter left, I sang to her quietly,

"Happy birthday to you.

"Happy birthday to you.

"Happy birthday pretty Laurie,

"Happy birthday to you."

A tear formed at the corner of Laurie's eye as she closed them both tight, this time having emotional difficulties of her own. "My wish has already come true. But if I have to, even though this one's more unlikely, I'll give it a try anyway." She then leaned over and blew the candle out.

When she sat back and opened her eyes, that one rogue tear let loose and streaked down her cheek.

Reaching out, I wiped the tear away for her. "Want to tell me what that new wish was?"

She shook her head. "I can't. It won't happen. It won't happen and I don't want to throw a huge wet blanket over this evening by saying it."

Immediately, I had a fair idea what that wish was, and it tore my heart in two. I knew what she wanted, and I wouldn't be able to give it to her.

"I'm sorry," I said. I wished I could reassure her that she was wrong, but I hated to admit that she wasn't. I'd have to be on the road in the morning, and she'd have to go to work, and once more we'd be in the same situation we had been before I hit the road to head out this way.

Once again, I reached for her face, cupping her cheek in my hand. Laurie pressed her face against it as I said, "I'm here now. I don't have to go for at least another twelve hours...

"And our ice cream's melting," I said, looking down into Laurie's half melted dessert. The candle had tipped over and was leaning against the rim of the dish.

As it had me, the change in mood brought a chuckle, and we finished off the rest of the meal once more simply enjoying being together.

Before too long, dinner was over, the bad news was placed on the evil plastic card, and we were again on the street of the historic city that Laurie called home.

"Well, that was perfect," I said, "I don't feel like I ate a bus or anything. And everything was fantastic!"

Laurie snuggled up against me, taking my arm and squeezing it. Her face turned up to look at me. "It certainly was," her words conveying a meaning far beyond the food we'd just eaten.

I released my arm from Laurie's hands and slipped it around her waist. She still looked simply incredible, and my hand on the sensuous curve of her hip felt tremendous. "There's still some daylight yet. Is there anything else we can do?"

"If there is, I'd rather not do it in these shoes," she replied. "I like them, but I don't have occasion to wear them very often, so I'm not really used to them."

"Even so, you look great in them. Heck you look great, regardless.

"So, back home, then?"

She looked up at me and asked, "Is that okay?"

I pulled her in tighter to me, saying, "Baby, it's your day. We can do whatever you want."

Laurie wrapped her arms around me and hugged. "I was hoping you'd say something like that."

On the way back to her house, we chatted a little bit more, but the conversation stopped suddenly when I felt her hand on my thigh.

Oh my, the feeling of her warm hand on me was spectacular! And we were both fully clothed! I started to respond immediately.

There was nothing overtly sexual along the way, just Laurie's hand resting gently, almost innocently, on my leg. A glance to my right showed me a nymph-like smile on her face. She was pleased by how the evening had turned out, she was especially ecstatic by my presence, and she wasn't ready for her birthday to be over quite yet.

This time, I got to be the vehicle pulled in behind Laurie's in the drive. Continuing to be the gentleman, I rushed around to the passenger's door and helped my lovely date out of the car. Halfway to the house, Laurie's shoes got the best of her, and she stopped, dragging on my arm. She started to bend over to pull her footwear off, but I took a chance and scooped her up off the ground and carried her to the door.

"But, Allan, your back..."

"I'm being as careful as I can. I've always wanted to carry a woman across the threshold. It's something I've never been able to do." From the look of Laurie's face, she was concerned for my well-being. I've had low back problems in the past, and she was afraid I'd aggravate that by carrying her. I loved her concern for me, but the deed was done.

We giggled a little when she had trouble getting the key in the lock in her sideways orientation, but eventually she got it accomplished, and we were inside.

Once I placed Laurie gently on her feet, she plopped onto the couch and got her shoes off. She then threw her head back and lounged, stretching her legs and feet as much as she could. Me, I was just taking in an eyeful of her gorgeous legs as she relaxed.

"Oh my gosh, that's so much better!" Laurie exclaimed. "I love those shoes, but ouch..."

"Here, let's see if I can help a little..." I knelt and took first one foot and rubbed it slowly and thoroughly, then took the other and gave it the same treatment.

"Oh, god! Are you sure you have to go tomorrow? You could stay here the rest of your life and do that."

I massaged Laurie's feet until my fingers started getting tired. Then, before I lowered the foot I was working on back down, I gave her a wicked grin that she couldn't see with her eyes closed, and tickled her foot just enough that she sat up with a squeal and a giggle.

For a little bit, we laughed together, our eyes locked on the other. My god, she looked good. Even as short-lived as this whole encounter was going to be, I felt like the luckiest man alive. I could have walked out of the house right then and there and have been perfectly happy. I'd been with her. Touched her. Breathed the same air she had. I knew what she looked like and who she was and was satisfied.




Her 50th



But I didn't have to leave yet. I felt it. I'm sure Laurie could, too. We were once more being drawn by that same irresistible force that had pulled us together when I first arrived. Our faces slowly moved toward one another until our lips met. There wasn't as much frenzy in this kiss as there had been earlier, but there was no less meaning in it. Sure, we each wanted whatever was going to happen, but we both realized that we had to make the experience last.

Without our lips losing contact, I got up off the floor and maneuvered myself into a seated position next to Laurie. It was only then that we parted long enough for Laurie to stretch herself out into my arms, so I cradled her lovingly before we resumed what we'd so recently been doing.

I never wanted it to end. I couldn't know for sure, but I was pretty confident Laurie felt the same way. When eventually we did separate, it was in silence. Our eyes and faces were doing the communicating for us. I loosened Laurie's hair and began to caress it, drawing a purr from her throat, her eyes closing in great satisfaction.

Her eyes still closed, Laurie asked dreamily, "I'll say it again. Am I dreaming?"

I chuckled a little, my fingers still running through her beautiful dark hair. "No, you aren't dreaming. It's all real."

She opened her lovely blue eyes and raised a hand to my face. "Good. I'd hate to wake up from this and find out it wasn't." Her hand touched my face gently, feeling her way around my features. The whole while, her own face held such a look of wonder and love, it was incredible.

Finally, her fingers traced down the whiskers along my jaw to my collar, where they started to work at my tie. It took some doing, one-handed, but she managed to loosen it, then finally untie it completely. After that, she dealt with the first few buttons of my shirt, then slid her hand into the open collar and around the back of my neck. I felt her fingers glide up into my own hair, then the tie holding my ponytail in place slid down until it fell away loose.

"I love you, Allan," Laurie cooed.

"I love you, Laurie," I returned.

Once more, our lips met. It seemed every time we kissed, we fell deeper into each other. I could only speak for myself, but I wished I could fall forever.

When we parted next, no words passed between us for several minutes. We spent that time staring into the other's eyes, our hands gently caressing faces, hair, throats.

After some time, Laurie whispered, "Unzip me."

With a gentle smile, I helped her to a sitting position, where I could reach the zipper of her dress, then slid the tab down. She then lay back down over my legs and lifted her hips so she could wriggle the hem of her short dress up enough to sit up once more and slick it off over her head.

I responded eagerly, for Laurie now lay in my lap wearing only her bra and skimpy thong and her jewelry. When my hands touched her next, they met smooth, bare flesh. I had never held a more amazing thing in my arms in my life.

For a moment, I just drank in the sight of her. Her eyes told me she wanted whatever I wanted. The image before me branded itself onto my mind. I would never forget what I was seeing. I'd never forget this entire evening and what good fortune and I had been able to set in motion, even if it was only for a few short hours.

I leaned down and kissed her again. Her body was hot in my hands. Laurie's desire was building, as was mine. I'd wanted her since before I'd driven all this way. That I was here was the fulfillment of a desire that'd been developing since not long after we'd met and realized what we meant to one another. I wanted to take her when I first saw her in those blue jeans at the door. I wanted to take her when she was changing into the dress she'd worn to the restaurant. I wanted to take her once I saw her in the dress she wore to the restaurant. I wanted to take her now. Yet, if she changed her mind right then and there, I'd walk away out of love and respect for her.

Changing her mind didn't seem likely, though. All the messages, emails, conversations that had gone on between us had been foreplay. I had a pretty good notion that Laurie was ready to take advantage of those months of verbal arousal. The fact that she lay in my arms wearing only her underwear certainly underlined that assumption.

This time, when I raised my face from Laurie's, I couldn't help but whisper, "I think I'm overdressed."

The response was as I suspected, what I'd hoped. "We need to do something about that, then." I was pretty sure she could feel my erection pressing against her side.

Laurie didn't make a move to get up, instead she started working the buttons on my shirt, one by one, still using the one hand she had available from the position she lay in. When she reached the waist of my trousers, she started unbuckling my belt, even though the only way we were going to get my pants off was if she either sat up, or I unceremoniously dumped her on the floor -- which I, of course, had no intention of doing.

At least with the belt undone, I could work the tails of my shirt out until they were completely free. Struggling out of my jacket, I tossed it aside, then offered my cuffs to Laurie to unbutton. Once I shrugged the shirt off, I pulled off the T-shirt I'd had on under it, leaving me nude from the waist up. I still had my shoes and socks on - though I could get rid of the shoes easily enough - and my pants were still intact, although the belt was unbuckled and the fly undone. My hard-on stood proudly against my boxers, and it also made its presence more effectively known against Laurie's body.

"Somebody likes me," Laurie giggled, while snuggling against my bulge.

"And not just him," I answered quietly, running my hands through her hair.

Laurie laughed, saying, "Do you have any idea how perfect you've made my birthday? I was a little down when I woke up this morning -- I mean, what woman wants to admit to herself she's fifty? But everybody I've seen today has made me feel good about myself... and then you came along. Wow. It's like my biggest fantasy has come true. Thank you." This time, it was her turn to kiss me.

When our lips parted this time, I didn't just lift them away from her. I kept kissing, only I followed my way around her cheek to her ear, turning her head to give me access. Laurie knew where I was headed and gave a moan of anticipation.

Early on in our conversations, she'd let slip a secret: she had a rather sensitive spot behind her ear. I was seeking out this rather unusual erogenous zone. I wanted to discover just how sensitive it was. When I reached her ear, I kissed my way around the edge of it before I headed farther. It didn't take long before I had her squealing, laughing and moaning in turn, having found the spot without much difficulty.

I had no idea whether what I was doing tickled, or whether it was similar to sucking a nipple or licking her clit, all I could say for sure what that Laurie enjoyed whatever sensation I was giving her, and that was all that really mattered. It was fun holding onto this sexy, writhing woman, knowing I was making her move in this manner and the erotic sounds that came from her throat were because of me.

After a little while, the giggles and whimpers gave way to moaning, and the writhing calmed to a much more sensuous movement. I took that to mean it was okay to start caressing all the smooth, exposed skin that lay beneath my hands.

Eventually, my lips made their way back around to Laurie's while I let my hands roam. Then, suddenly, I had an idea.

"Sit up, baby," I said, urging Laurie up off my lap. When her weight was sufficiently off my legs, I slipped off the couch and onto the floor. Kneeling next to her, I helped Laurie lay back down, then said, "Close your eyes." With a suspecting sigh, she did just that.

For a minute, I just admired what lay before me. That Laurie trusted me enough to leave herself to whatever I had in mind was erotic in itself. I could hardly wait to see if I could play her lovely body like a fine musical instrument, only the music I'd be making would be that of arousal and eroticism.

That Laurie's most sensitive areas were covered was just perfect for what I intended to do. While I had great hopes for what I could accomplish given access to those, I wanted the anticipation to grow, the arousal to build. I had no illusions about Laurie's capabilities for extended sexual pleasure. I knew her anatomy was far more constructed to go and go and go (or is that cum and cum and cum) while once I'd done my thing, I was out of it for a while. Knowing that, I planned to see just how far I could push her capacity for sexual pleasure.

I supposed taking things into the bedroom would allow for better access, but at the moment, it was kind of fun not to be in the obvious place for such activity as was developing.

While Laurie waited patiently for me to make a move, I decided I needed to get out of my damn pants. With the belt unbuckled and the fly unzipped, they were already at my knees, they'd just as well be off. I got rid of them, leaving my straining boxers on, maintaining whatever thin excuse for modesty we might be attempting for the time being, then prepared to begin the symphony that was Laurie's body.

I started at her feet. Where I'd earlier massaged and rubbed, I now gently trailed my fingers over her skin. I knew touches this light on the soles of her feet would result in tickling, so I avoided that. I caressed over the tops of her feet and up her shins, noting how smooth they were. She must have shaven them in the shower that morning. Regardless, I loved the feel of her beneath my hands. Laurie hadn't expected me to start at this end of her body. All the scenarios I'd written for her in the past started at her upper body -- her face or chest were most popular -- so to begin at the exact opposite end was a surprise.

I was careful not to let my caress get too firm or too light, and from the goosebumps I saw rise on Laurie's skin, I was hitting it pretty close to right. The trick is to keep the touch just on the edge of maddening. At first the sounds Laurie made were small giggles, indicating maybe my fingers were a little too light, so I just gave a hair's breadth more pressure to what I was doing.

The farther up her legs I went, the more Laurie's anticipation grew. Her breathing got heavier the closer I got to that warm, moist area hidden behind the small patch of material between her legs. I had no intention of doing anything there yet -- much as I might have wanted to -- but she didn't know that. She also wasn't shooing me away from the possibility of pleasuring her there, either, so I was getting the impression that whatever I cared to do was okay.

When I'd caressed my way up her thighs to where leg met fabric, I hesitated a little. It looked so sexy, the way that lucky piece of material disappeared into her most sensitive region. Making a quick decision, I leaned over, extended my tongue, then licked my way along the edge of that barrier, leaving a wet trail all along the seam. From that close, I could feel the heat radiate from her center, I could smell her arousal.

Of course, Laurie was anything but quiet, anything but placid. While she did what she could to remain still so she didn't miss a moment of whatever came next, her moans filled the room.

While I'd have loved to linger at her wonderful, panty-covered pussy, there was more teasing to be done, and I wanted to touch every bit of her skin. I wanted to know I'd come in contact with all of her before I had to go.

Now that I'd included my lips and tongue in what was originally only going to involve my hands, I decided to continue with the extra stimulation I'd be able to give by getting more of my body into the act.

Placing a hand on each of Laurie's hips, I began kissing up from the waistband of her skimpy little thong, loving the way her stomach heaved at the sensation. As my mouth made its way up her body, my hands slid up with it.

God, she felt good! She tasted good, too. I loved the feeling of her body beneath my hands, my mouth. I loved the movements she made as I teased and pleasured my way along her gorgeous curves. I adored the animal sounds of love that came to my ears. I was managing to do exactly what I'd set out to do: drive Laurie wild without touching the "good bits."

Meanwhile, my body was doing plenty of reacting, too. I wasn't about to take the time to look, but I was pretty sure there was a wet spot where the strain was greatest against my underwear. My heart was pounding, my own desire building exponentially the more aroused I got Laurie. Still, I was doing everything I could to maintain my composure and not let my own passion overwhelm me. I wanted to be able to make all this last as long as possible.

Finally, I made it to her beautiful, lace-encased breasts. By now, I was ready to simply pull the material aside and go for it, but I was still managing to maintain some semblance of control, to my own inner pride. Besides, I was having too much fun making Laurie writhe and moan for it to stop any time soon.

As it was, I kissed all around the cups of her bra, feeling the round softness against my cheek. On a whim, I placed my ear to Laurie's heart and heard it pound in excitement.

To be perfectly honest, Laurie was doing a pretty good job of maintaining some degree of composure, because she hadn't grabbed my head and guided it to where she wanted it most yet, either. Then again, I took a look and found that she had the sofa cushion clutched in a death grip.

Raising my head from her chest, I turned and whispered, "How ya doin', sexy?"

I couldn't help but smile when the response I received was a wordless moan.

Leaving Laurie's heaving breasts for the moment, I kissed my way up her throat and followed her jaw to her chin. My hands caressed up her arms and slid into her hair. When I placed my lips against hers once again, the dam broke.

Laurie left her desperate grasp on the sofa cushions and wrapped her arms around my neck, her lips and tongue showing me just how aroused I'd managed to get her.

The angle I was at was proving a bit uncomfortable, especially with Laurie gripping me so hard, so I took the liberty of getting myself up off the floor and stretching out over Laurie's body, our kiss never separating.

Now, I felt like a teenager with his mom and dad away, trying to get lucky on a date. On the living room couch, only partially clothed, my body pressed against the warm, sexy curves of an incredibly horny woman, kissing like it was the last thing we'd ever do.

When we came up for air, Laurie was gasping. I laughed when I realized she was having trouble breathing due to my weight on top of her. When I rolled off deftly to the floor, she started to laugh a little, too.

"Bedroom," she finally got out. Music to my ears. I helped her off the couch and followed her quick step to the place I'd watched her get dressed for the evening.

Once inside, Laurie dropped to her knees and reached for me. She pulled me in close, then, instead of pulling my shorts down, she simply locked her mouth over the huge wet spot, and the cock head beneath.

Oh my god! I damn near came just from that! I was just as horny as Laurie, I'd just been suppressing it so I could continue my teasing. Now that we were beyond teasing, my body was gearing up for the main event.

After a couple minutes -- which I never wanted to end -- Laurie released my cock head just long enough to yank my boxers to the floor, causing my cock to bob free, finally! Now unrestrained, the pre-cum that'd been held in check from my covered erection's position flowed from the tip. Laurie darted forward to catch it in her mouth, then followed it up, gulping my hard-on down as deeply as she could go.

Now it was my turn to moan. I'm a little over average in length, but I'm thick, so deep-throating gets problematic. Laurie was doing her damnedest, though, even to the extent of gagging a little. I'd had my way with her, she could now have her way with me. I didn't mind in the least. What she was doing to me felt so damn good, I could barely stand it. When she started caressing my balls, I thought I was going to lose it right there, but one thing for me about cumming from oral sex is that it gets to be so intense a feeling, I can't get over the hump and let go. This time was the same way, though I'd have loved to see what Laurie did had my cock started unleashing its load. Given some of our conversations, and with some of the things she'd said she'd never done, or never had done to her, I have a good idea she'd have tried them at that time.

Laurie didn't want to take me out of her mouth, but I needed to get a taste of her, too. Finally, she released my cock from her mouth and looked wantonly into my eyes. I reached down and helped her to her feet, then reached around to unhook her bra. As it fell away, revealing her amazing breasts to me finally, I couldn't help but bend over and suck a nipple into my mouth.

I'd been ready to take my time here, too, but the sexual frenzy was well upon us both, and anything slower would have simply killed us. Laurie wasn't complaining that I was going too fast. I'd gotten her so horny with my teasing touch and kisses on her body, there was no need for subtlety.

An animal moan came from Laurie's throat, and her fingers tangled into my hair as she held me in place. I wrapped my arms around her waist and simply enjoyed myself. Like most men, I adore women's breasts, and I was willing to stay here for hours if she'd have me. I switched off from one nipple to the other, and eventually I got my hands into the act, kneading them and enjoying their weight.

I have no idea how long Laurie let me suck on her delicious tits, but as I said, I could have gone on far longer. Nevertheless, I felt her urge my head upward, so I disappointedly left her breasts and followed as she pulled my face into hers once again.

After several minutes of frantic kissing, Laurie finally pulled back, gasping, "Now I'm the one overdressed."

Well, that was something of a debate. I still hadn't gotten rid of my socks in our desperate urge to become one with the other, and all Laurie wore was a flimsy little thong, so it could have been debated that I was still wearing more than she was. The socks were quickly loose on the floor, though, leaving Laurie certainly the most completely clothed of anyone in the house.

"Strip me, Allan, please!" Laurie pleaded, wanting me to be the one to make her totally nude. The prospect sounded perfectly tremendous to me, so I reached down to her thong and yanked as hard as I could. There was the rending of fabric, but still the tiny little article held. "Goddamn it, now!" she demanded huskily, so with another tug, it eventually gave way.

Now, I was totally nude with the woman of my dreams. My god, her hot body felt so incredible against mine. Her soft curves fit so perfectly against me, it was beyond belief. I knew Laurie was ready for me. I was ready as hell for her, too.

But I needed to taste her. I'd been unable (or unwilling) earlier, even though I could have done what I wished. Now, I had to taste her on my tongue. It was imperative that she cum while my mouth was between her legs.

Without an explanation, I laid back on the bed, my head draped over the edge. "C'mere, baby," I purred. It took no prodding for Laurie to get the picture. She stepped forward, and I watched her beautiful, shaven pussy approach. Moments later, pussy was all I could see, and it was soaking.

The sight before me was heavenly, and my nose was filled with her incredibly sexy scent. There was little time to admire, though, we were both too worked up to take our time now.

Reaching around and holding Laurie's thighs, I raised my face and brought it in contact with her wet, gorgeous pussy.




Her 50th



My god, the taste! Laurie was oozing a constant stream of girl juice, and I set out to lap as much of it up as I could. The ice cream at the restaurant was good, this was better. I licked around, up and down and through her beautiful slit before I settled on her swollen, distended clit.

When I did finally start working on her most sensitive spot, Laurie went mad. She moaned even louder, and I could tell an orgasm was fast approaching. Every once in a while, I'd leave her clit and reach back to gather up more of the fluid she was giving me, but I wouldn't be gone long.

While I worked her lovely pussy with my mouth, I decided to reach a hand around a little farther, between the cheeks of her gLaurieous ass. It was a little awkward, but I managed to at least get far enough that I could tickle the pucker with my fingers, which just sent her further toward the edge of orgasmic oblivion.

Then, suddenly, the dam broke. The moan that'd been almost constant for several minutes got louder and deeper, her hips started to pulse, and her pussy gushed onto my tongue and into my face. Laurie rode my face through her cum, while I tried not to drown in her juices, making a valiant effort to swallow as much of what she was giving me as I could. Even though it seemed I'd already gulped down a gallon of girl cum, I could still feel my face dripping with it. I didn't even have to look in a mirror to know I was a mess. I could hardly have been happier.

I kept my face between Laurie's legs, my hands helping hold her up as her orgasm subsided. When I felt her start to back away, I figured she was done for the moment. How wrong I was.

Wiping my eyes, I looked up Laurie's body into her downturned face. She was grinning ear to ear, just as I was, although she looked a little tired from her climax. Leaning over me, Laurie licked a bit of her cum from my cheek, then kissed me. When she raised up from my lips, she said, "I need you inside me."

Well, needless to say, my cock had been ready for action for quite a while, but I'd been biding my time so I could give Laurie some pleasure before I shot my wad, both figuratively and literally.

"Yes, Ma'am," I responded eagerly, changing my position on the bed so my head was supported.

Laurie climbed right on. She knew exactly what she wanted, and when she lowered herself down my stiff cock, we both moaned in unison. Once she bottomed out, she sat there for a few moments. Having had one orgasm already, some of the urgency was gone out of her, so she was able to savor this a little.

"Oh my god," she said breathily. "I can't believe this is happening. Your cock is stretching my pussy so well. I've dreamed of this moment for so long now."

This was the greatest fantasy we both had, and while fantasy often is better than reality, it wasn't the case this time. Everything I'd experienced and imagined before couldn't have prepared me for what the fulfillment of this one thing felt like. The physical part was similar to other sexual encounters I'd had, but all the thoughts and emotions running through me made it so much more. It's said the mind is the largest erogenous zone, and this certainly proved that.

I have no idea how long Laurie just sat there, her warm, gorgeous body clutching onto mine, and it doesn't really matter. She could have remained like that for the rest of my life, for all I cared, but eventually, she began moving, making her amazingly slick pussy glide easily up and down my wanting member.

No words were necessary at the time. The formless sounds I was making were quite sufficient. I wanted this to last, but with as horny as I was after everything that'd happened already, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

My god, every little movement Laurie made just nudged me closer and closer to unloading deep inside her. I knew I wouldn't last long, as good as this all felt...

Then, all of a sudden, it took over. My moans increased and my cock started pumping into Laurie's waiting body. I didn't think about whether that's where she wanted my cum, but I didn't hear her complaining. She seemed to be enjoying the feeling of my cock pulsating in her lovely, grasping hole.

Unfortunately, it was over all too soon. Eventually, my cock stopped twitching and I grinned at Laurie, who was smiling right back, but this time it was me who had the look of post-orgasmic bliss on his face.

I figured that was it. It certainly was for me, anyhow. Laurie wasn't climbing off me, though. She asked, "Think you can keep it hard for a few minutes longer?"

It didn't take a genius to figure out what she was planning. I told her, "I'll sure try," at which she began to grind her clit into my pubic bone.

My cock was swiftly deflating, but Laurie was undeterred. She kept up her hip movements, which sure seemed to be doing the trick for her. I just laid there and watched in awe as she very obviously was driving herself closer and closer to another climax.

Before too awful long, she stiffened and I felt the involuntary body twitches that signaled her orgasm, accompanied by another incredibly sexy moan.

Once this cum started to ebb, Laurie let herself collapse on top of me. The change in position let my softened cock slip out of her, and I wondered about things like wet spots. Not to sound callous, but if she didn't care, neither did I. Now that we'd both cum (Laurie twice, lucky girl) we neither had a lot of gumption. Like most guys, I'm not a big snuggler, but I liked the feel of Laurie's body against mine, so I let her lay on top of me for a while, then when she rolled off and cuddled up against me, I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her in tighter. Her head rested on my chest and I felt the stress of the day and a two-hour time difference between where I was and home starting to take their toll.

"This is so perfect. Thank you, Allan." Laurie whispered.

"You're very welcome, pretty girl," I responded wearily. "But, I s'pose I should get up and look for a place to stay for the night. That was one thing I didn't get done this afternoon."

Laurie's head rose from my chest and she looked up at me. "Stay here. Please. The bed's plenty big and I really want to wake up with you here."

I had a feeling that even if she'd only had a twin bed, it would have been big enough. She wanted me to stay, and I was too tired to argue. I could feel Laurie's cum drying on my face, but I was getting too tired to care.

I hated falling asleep so soon after I cumming -- I mean, it's so cliché -- but in this case, I was unable to help myself. I remembered mumbling, "Okay," Laurie grinning at me and snuggling in closer, then after that, things went dark.

I woke up in the middle of the night needing to use the bathroom. Somewhere along the line, we'd separated and were sleeping on our own sides of the bed. I slipped out of the room and did my business, then came back. There was a bit of light from outside coming through one window, and it fell across Laurie's sleeping form. She'd pulled covers up over herself, but still I could see her shape beneath. Though I intended on getting back in bed and trying to get some more shut-eye, I couldn't help standing there a minute and admiring what I saw before me. It was so incredible, that I'd actually come here, so far from home, exclusively to see someone I only knew through the computer. What was even more incredible was that she was truly glad to have me. She really was beautiful -- in all respects - and I hated the idea that I was going to have to get back in the car and leave her behind.

Instead of getting into a huge inner debate, I found myself yawning, which reminded me I needed more sleep. Getting back in the bed, I spooned up against Laurie, who stirred a little, purred her satisfaction, then went back to sleep, followed closely by me.

When I woke again, it was still dark outside, but my body told me it was time to get up. Those two time zones were working their magic on me. Regardless what the clock in Laurie's bedroom said, my system said it was time to get up and moving for the day. I tried to go back to sleep, but after several minutes, I knew it was hopeless.

I could have just laid there and held Laurie while she slept, but I wasn't sure that was such a fantastic idea, either. I did move over and kiss her on the cheek before I climbed carefully out of bed and padded to the living room.

It dawned on me that all my extra clothes and toiletries were still in the car. I could have run out and got them, but I didn't want to leave the house, on the off chance Laurie woke up and came trying to find me. Last thing I wanted to have happen was for her to look around the house and find me gone. I had no desire to make her think I'd abandoned her in the middle of the night.

First thing I needed to do was wash my face. I hadn't noticed when I got up earlier, but the cum Laurie had smeared my face with was now dry, crackly, and to be honest, rather uncomfortable. A shower would be a good thing, but I hoped we'd get to do that together, especially with the little shower scenes I'd written for her in emails all this time.

I went to the bathroom and washed the dried pussy juice off my face. The harder part was getting it out of my mustache and beard, but eventually I got myself cleaned up to where I couldn't feel anything crackly on my skin anymore, so I figured I was good for the moment.

The question then got to be: What to do until Laurie got up? Obviously, one thing would be to make breakfast, which I fully intended to do, but I had plenty of time before she'd be awake to enjoy it. I could turn on the TV, but I didn't really feel like doing that. Finally, I went back in the bedroom, set up a seat where I could see Laurie in the slowly dawning light, and thought.

I'd come a long way just to see this woman for her birthday. Could I say I'd have done it for anybody else? Probably not. She meant more to me than I could have imagined anyone I'd met through the computer could. The largest -- and hardest to answer -- question became: Where from here? Everything either of us knew and had helped make us who we were existed in these places we came from. Our families, our careers, our history existed in these very specific locations. They were Home, with a capital H, for each of us. Could Home be relocated? Millions do it all the time, sometimes clear across the planet. But was it the same thing? The bigger question was: could either of us bring ourselves to do it? I'd love to have Laurie be a larger part of my life, and I thought she felt the same way, but circumstances of that long history back where we came from make those ties harder to break... Home or love... which? The debate left an empty spot in my stomach that wasn't lack of food.

Then my stomach growled, which was lack of food...

Which was far more easily remedied than the other situation that hung over this entire visit.

With a longing look at the sleeping Laurie, I made my way from the bedroom and into the kitchen. I turned the light on over the sink -- I didn't think I was ready for the shock of the overhead -- and started opening cupboards and the refrigerator.

As I've mentioned, I wasn't exactly sure what Laurie did for breakfast, since food wasn't anything that really had come up in our conversations. Surprising, considering some of the subjects we did cover.

Therefore, I decided to wing it...

I made a fairly reasonable fruit salad, sweetened a tub of plain yogurt with a few tablespoons of honey, found some eggs and made French toast, then while I had the knife and cutting board out, chopped some vegetables, mixed the rest of the eggs with it, then made a sort of veggie scramble.

Fortunately, the coffeepot appeared to be on a timer. I've never made the stuff before in my life. If I made the coffee, it'd likely turn out like something Lisa Douglas always made on Green Acres. My drinks of choice for breakfast are fruit juice of some kind, and/or milk, of which there were both.

The cooking part over, I left the eggs in the pan and stuck it in the oven, put the eggy bread in next to it and put the oven on warm. The cold stuff found places in the fridge, then there was the task of cleaning up and setting the table.

Once everything was ready, I glanced at the clock. I was surprised at how much activity I'd had already. Normally, when I wake up in the morning, the first thing I want to is go back to sleep. However, I don't know if I was actually awake, or just determined. The clock told me it was likely Laurie's alarm would be going off soon, if she'd thought to set it... I had no idea.

Regardless, I know how crappy I feel when the damn alarm shocks me out of a sound sleep, so I decided to see if I could spare Laurie that unpleasant jolt.

On the way out of the kitchen, I was stopped by a fuzzy presence around my ankles. Looking down, I saw Laurie's cat. I'm sure it figured, "The humans are up, it must be time to eat." I searched around a little until I found a can of cat food, opened it and dumped it in a bowl. When I left the kitchen, there was a purry feline munching away at its breakfast.

Back in the bedroom, Laurie was still blissfully asleep. The light that'd lit her luscious form earlier now was stronger, as the sun rose for the day. Making my way to her side of the bed, I knelt until I was face to face with my sleeping beauty. Gently, I reached out and caressed her hair until her eyes slowly opened.

A sleepy smile came to Laurie's lips when she saw me. "Morning," she mumbled.

"Good morning, gorgeous," I returned.

Her eyes closed as she purred. "Mmm. Thank you."

"You're very welcome. How does breakfast sound?" My god, I wanted to kiss her and kiss her.

Laurie started to sit up, letting the sheet fall from her naked curves, revealing her beautiful body to me. "You made breakfast? Oh, Allan, you shouldn't have." She was starting to sound a little more awake.

"Well, I've been up for almost two hours now," I laughed. "I figured I might as well make myself at least remotely useful."

"Two hours?" she exclaimed, "Oh, honey..." her hands reached out for me. I moved over - still on my knees -- until we could wrap our arms around one another. At this level, I was the short one, so my head rested just above Laurie's lovely, full breasts. I pressed an ear to her chest and listened to her heart beat.

"This is so amazing," Laurie said. "You here, now. I wish it would never end." I didn't respond, knowing what'd come out of my mouth. Instead, I just hugged her closer, her warm, soft body feeling so good against mine.

Laurie then stood, holding out a hand to help me up. Once I was on my feet, she hugged me again, then said, "I'll meet you in the kitchen. I won't be long."

Well, I had a pretty fair idea what she meant. I'd give her privacy for that. Meanwhile, I'd get things set up for breakfast.

Lowering my face to hers, I kissed her, then turned to find my boxers, which I proceeded to step into.

I stopped when I heard, "No need to do that on my account. If you're okay with it, I sure am." Well, hell, I'd already cooked naked, with no ill befalling me, so why not? I had no idea whether Laurie would join me or not, but to be perfectly honest, she could come in for breakfast fully clothed and I wouldn't care.

"Well, then," I replied, dropping my underwear back to the floor, "I guess I'll see you in the kitchen, then." I'd have kissed her once again, but if I did, we'd probably never have gotten breakfast taken care of.

I left the room, taking a backward glance at Laurie's perfect body with its smiling face, then went to the kitchen to get things ready.

My nose was met by the odor of fresh-brewed coffee. Not exactly a turn-on for me, but I know some folks live for it. I got the table set and took the cold things out of the refrigerator and the hot stuff from the oven, arranging them as nicely as I could.

When I heard, "Oh, wow, Allan. It's been a long time since a man's cooked for me. This looks terrific!" I turned toward Laurie's voice. What I saw pretty much took my breath away.

I'd half expected her to come in wearing a robe or something. What she did have on was far more attractive. She was wearing the shirt I'd had on the night before. God, what the hell is it about a woman in a man's shirt? A big part of it, I think, are those sexy, naked legs sticking out the bottom, as well as the thought that she's most likely completely nude underneath. All I knew for sure was that it was one of the most erotic sights I'd seen in some time.

Laurie must have seen the surprise and hunger in my eyes at seeing her dressed this way, and she held out her arms and did a slow turn for me. The tails of the shirt just barely hid the cheeks of her perfect butt, and I could see a flash of naked hip where the tail tapered to the waist. When her turn was done, she admitted, "It smelled like you. I just had to. I hope you don't mind."

I couldn't help myself. I darted over to her and placed my hands around her waist. "Mind? You can keep it. It looks better on you, anyway."

Laurie wrapped her arms around my neck. "I'd debate you on that," she said, smiling. She then looked around my body toward the table. "What'd you make? It smells wonderful."

"Whatever I could find. I hope you like it."

She laughed, "Hey, I didn't have to make it. Trust me, it'll be just fine."

I motioned to the table. "Well, then, you better get to it before the warm stuff gets cold and the cold stuff gets warm."

Laurie moved around me and sat down. I picked up the coffee pot and poured some for her, then took my own seat.

All-in-all, it was a pretty decent breakfast. I think there was probably too much honey in the yogurt for Laurie, but she didn't complain, I just noticed she didn't take any more after she ate her initial helping. Everything else, she had seconds of. When it was all done, there was one piece of French toast, about half the yogurt and no fruit or eggs left.

When I got up to pick up dishes, Laurie said, "Just put them in the sink. I'll get them later."

Indignantly, I replied, "You will not. I know the deal in a lot of houses is 'the one who doesn't cook does the dishes,' but we're not playing that right now. As far as I'm concerned, it's still your birthday. You just sit there and look gorgeous and I'll get the dishes."

Laurie countered, "How about I dry, then?"

I shot back, "I prefer you wet, but okay." I received a playful punch in the arm for that one. I deserved it.

It only took a few minutes to clean things up with both of us working together. As I was rinsing out the sink and Laurie hung the wet towel up, she asked, "How about a shower?"

My ears perked up at the sound of that. We'd had so many virtual showers together, the thought of getting to do it for real had me hot and hard in an instant. "That sounds like the best thing in the world right now," I answered, giving Laurie my arm as I had on the way to the restaurant.

It must have looked a little odd, Laurie's hand in the crook of my elbow, her dressed only in my shirt, me totally nude, but there wasn't anybody to make comments, so who cared?

In the bathroom, I told Laurie, "You just stand right there." I then got the water ready while she waited like I'd ordered.

Once I had the temperature where I wanted it, I straightened up and faced the beautiful woman before me. I gazed deeply into her sparkling blue eyes, drank in her loving smile. One by one, I started unbuttoning the shirt she wore until it hung open and loose off the delicious swell of her breasts.

Sliding my hands between the fabric and her skin, I slipped the garment off her body, letting it flutter to the floor. Laurie knew what was happening. Since I'd written all those shower scenarios for her, I think she'd been hoping to get to live one for real. I had no intention of disappointing her.




Her 50th



Helping Laurie into the shower, I carefully got in behind her, letting the water cascade over her beautiful curves. Knowing there'd be a finite amount of hot water, I knew I couldn't take forever at this, but I intended to take as long as I could.

Gently, I leaned Laurie back into the spray, wetting her hair. I then poured shampoo in my hands and started massaging her scalp.

Laurie purred as I washed her hair, sputtered a little when I leaned her back again to rinse, but then luxuriated in the feeling as I washed one more time.

When her hair was done, it came time for the soap. I could have used a cloth, or one of those scrunchy net things, but the only thing I wanted between my hands and Laurie's body was the soap.

I began at her face, taking care to trace every bit of skin. She giggled a little when I stuck my fingers in her ears and wiggled them around, but moaned lightly when my hands slid around behind her head to knead the muscles of her neck.

My hands then glided over Laurie's shoulders and down her arms. I lavished attention on one arm, taking time to rub her hands and give each finger a little massage, then did the same to the other. Another little giggle when I scrubbed vigorously at her armpits, but that quieted when my fingers started their way forward, over the swell of her chest.

I avoided her nipples, carefully circling them with my soapy fingers, but not touching them yet. I loved the soft weight of her breasts in my hands as I lathered them, then the squeal when I flicked a finger at first one nipple, then the other.

Getting more soap on my hands, I then finally just took a breast in each hand and sudsed it up good. Laurie's nipples dug into my palms as I did this, and while the pundits all say not to just "go for" a woman's breasts, but to lovingly work your way there, Laurie wasn't protesting in the least.

Well, as much as I'd have loved to linger, I still had over a third of her body to wash, and I was racing the clock -- or to be more precise, the water heater.

Helping Laurie back into the water stream to rinse off what I'd already given attention to, I brought her back out and proceeded to soap up her stomach and down her shapely sides, to her hips. Then I had to make a decision: front or back?

With a gentle nudge, Laurie turned around. This gave me a tremendous view of her gLaurieous backside, but there wasn't much time to admire.

More soap, and I started at her shoulders, although I'd already been there. However, I applied a little more pressure this time, working the muscles a little, making Laurie moan appreciatively. Down her back, again massaging my way along, till I made it to the sexy roundness of her butt.

I started on the outside and worked my way in. When I reached where the two soft globes met, I just ran a finger down, eliciting a sigh, and causing Laurie to lean forward, bracing herself against the wall under the shower head.

Crouching behind her, I beheld a truly cock-raising sight. I do love that you can see everything when a woman bends over at the waist. There was the gorgeous pussy I'd licked to orgasm the previous evening, and above it, the little pucker of her asshole.

Soaping my hands once again, I spent more time on Laurie's butt, this time making my way down the valley to the treasures that lay below. I had a pretty fair idea what kind of reaction I'd get rubbing her pussy, and while I'd certainly be sure to spend some time there, I wanted to see what she'd do when I played a little with the other hole.

When my fingers brushed her anus, Laurie gave me a moan and wiggled her hips. I took this to mean it was fair game, so I played a little. At one point, I fitted the tip of my finger inside. Laurie moaned louder, then added, "More."

Well, that one finger was already in place, there seemed no reason not to slowly push it in farther. Before too long, my finger was halfway in her butt. It felt amazing on my finger, I could only imagine what it felt like to Laurie. When she told me, "More," I was a little surprised, but I pulled my hand back enough to add another finger, letting it carefully stretch her out a bit more.

There was no protest, and after less than a minute, there seemed to be very little resistance, so I was about to add yet another finger when Laurie told me, "I want to feel something thicker in there, but I can feel the water starting to cool off, so I'm afraid we'd better speed things up."

Shit. Oh well, I knew it wouldn't last forever. I hadn't thought I'd taken that long with the rest of her, but apparently I was wrong.

I quickly soaped my hands once again, then stood Laurie up and washed her legs, then finally, her shaven pussy. Unfortunately, I didn't get to play there.

Finally, Laurie was clean, and the soap rinsed from her body. Then it was my turn. While I'd have loved to let her wash me, if I'd have done that, I'd have gotten to clean up using ice water. Therefore, I quickly washed my own hair, while Laurie ran her soapy hands over me, getting the stinkiest bits lathered up good. I let her linger a bit at my hard cock and balls, then gasped when she reached further back and started to caress my own butthole. But, by this time, the water was really cooling down in a hurry, so there wasn't time to explore that.

By the time I turned to shut the shower off, there didn't seem to be a trace of hot water left. While my cock was still plenty hard, the cold water had shrunken my balls till they were practically nonexistent. We both laughed as we got out of the shower. While a nice, romantic shower for two would have been ideal, the cold (literally) reality is that it's almost impossible to do that in the everyday home.

I helped Laurie towel off. It wasn't quite as fun as washing her, since the towel was in the way, but it had its charms. When she was sufficiently dry, Laurie helped me the same way.

When I told her my toothbrush was in the car, she stepped over to a cabinet and produced a brand-new one for me to use. Looking in the mirror, I saw I could have used a shave, but once again, my stuff was outside. Besides, time was ticking before Laurie was going to have to head for work, and I was going to have to make my way home.

Out of the bathroom, I saw Laurie glance at the clock, then make a quick decision. She picked up the phone and dialed. It was obvious that no one was on the other end, because she waited for a while before what must have been an answering machine picked up.

"Hi, it's Laurie. When he gets in, tell Dan I had a friend from out of town drop in, and I'd like to spend the morning with him. I'll be in after lunch. If he needs to talk to me, he knows where I am. Thanks,"

This task done, she turned back to me with a broad smile. "There. I'm yours for the next few hours."

I stepped up to her and placed my hands on her hips. "Are you now? You sure they're going to be okay with you taking the morning off, after having had all day yesterday?"

She said, "They'll be fine. They only think they can't get by without me. I like it that way."

I laughed. "Good for you. I'm sure you keep them well in line. They're lucky to have you."

Laurie laughed, too. "Yes, yes they are."

It felt good to laugh with her. I couldn't help but dwell on the fact that I'd have to leave her in a little while. It was getting tedious, even in my mind, but that was the dark cloud that hovered over this entire encounter, its presence always nearby and ominous.

"So, what now?" Laurie asked. "What do you want to do until the doomsday clock goes off?"

I looked deep into her eyes. The gravity in my voice surprised me. "I don't want you out of my sight until then."

She reached up and held my face in her hands. "I'll second that." She then pulled me down to her and our lips met yet again.

When we separated, Laurie stepped away, taking my hand. "Come on," she said, leading me in the direction of the bedroom. I certainly wasn't going to not follow, after what I'd just said. Besides, there was that other comment she made in the shower that I was eager to explore.

Once back in the bedroom, Laurie turned to me and stepped in close. Automatically, my arms went around her. We were both silent, lost in our thoughts. I was happy Laurie had called in so I could spend at least a few more hours with her, though I'm sure she thought of it as more time for her to spend with me.

After a few minutes, Laurie looked up at me and asked quietly, "Where do we go from here?"

It was a big question. I'd been trying to work it out since I left the Midwest. I wished I could say that we'd be able to be together from here on out, but I think we were both realistic enough to know it wasn't that simple.

Instead of making up a big, inescapable, transparent lie, I just replied, "I don't know."

"I don't want you to go." Laurie laid her head on my shoulder.

I caressed her hair. "Any more than I want to."

"Why did it have to happen this way?"

Again, I didn't have a good answer. "I don't know for sure. I think if certain circumstances hadn't already been in place, we wouldn't have ever met."

"Fuck." It was the first time I'd heard Laurie speak that way, in a situation where we weren't playing. It was sort of a shock to hear. Still...

"Fuck, indeed." What else was there to say?

"Ever feel really, really trapped by what you were sure was a pretty reasonable life?"

I chuckled. "Not until I fell in love with you."

"How did this happen, Allan?" Laurie pleaded.

Mister comfort, me, "You know the saying, 'life's cruel?' I think this falls under that category."

After a beat, Laurie again responded, "Fuck."

A minute or so of silence passed. "Will I ever see you again after today?" she asked.

I had to answer honestly. "I don't know. You have to know I want to, but I can't really even say for sure how this one happened."

Laurie hugged me. "Well, regardless, I'm glad it did."

I tightened my hold on her. "Me, too."

For another couple minutes, we stood there like that, just holding each other in silence, again lost deep inside our own thoughts. Eventually, Laurie released her hold on me and moved over to the bed, where she crawled sensuously to the center and sat demurely.

"C'mere, beautiful man," she purred. "If we only have a few hours left together, I'd like to spend as much of them as I can, right here with you. I don't care if we just lay here in each others arms and sleep, as long as we're together."

I couldn't have agreed more, so I joined her on the bed, placing my lips against hers.

I had a feeling this was going to be the slow, luxurious lovemaking I'd been expecting the previous evening. We only had a little while left together, and while I'd have been happy to spend it doing just about anything with Laurie, I certainly wasn't going to pass this up.

Laurie's lips were as soft as could be on mine, her mouth tasted sweet. There was no hurry to this kiss; while we knew the clock was ticking, we also knew we could take our time.

For the longest time, we just kissed. There was no groping, no frenzy to get things moving. We were just enjoying the intimacy of being together, the miracle of this encounter. Occasionally, I'd pull back and caress Laurie's face and hair, simply admiring the beauty before me, once in a while she'd do the same with me, giving me a look of wonder and gratitude I never thought possible.

We'd talked about so many things in our online conversations: wild, sexual things we'd like to try, but we knew we wouldn't get to try them. The important part was: here we were. Ultimately, the kinkier stuff was just extra. If we'd had a few months, we could play around with fulfilling some of those other fantasies, but we didn't. It was okay, though. Just the things that had happened were so amazing and satisfying that I didn't think either of us would come away from this experience disappointed.

After quite a while of just kissing, we eventually just laid there and stared at one another.

"My god, you're gorgeous," I whispered, my free hand caressing Laurie's hip.

"You're awfully pretty, too," Laurie returned, her fingers trailing down my cheek.

At that, my hand traveled up the contours of Laurie's body until it reached her hair, where I drew her face in to mine once again.

We kissed quite a bit more, still not rushing, but the passion definitely growing.

When we separated, Laurie smiled at me, then started kissing down my body. Her lips against my skin felt heavenly. It'd been some time since a woman had lavished this kind of attention on me. I'd forgotten how good it felt to have my nipples sucked and played with. Of course, once my cock and balls were touched, I'd hardly be able to feel my nipples, but so far, they were pretty sensitive.

Just as I'd done, while her mouth was attending to one part of my anatomy, Laurie's hands were doing a little caressing and expLaurieng of their own. She avoided the "good bits," same as I had initially, but just the sensation of her fingers on me was erotic in itself. After a little while, it seemed all my nerve endings were standing up, waiting for a kiss or a fondle from my pretty lady. When she did finally decide to "go for the good stuff," I was certainly going to be primed for it.

When Laurie's mouth left my nipples, she began kissing her way down my stomach. Incredible anticipation built with each sensual kiss, because she was getting closer and closer to my aching erection.

However, when she did get close to my cock, she deftly continued her way down, kissing her way along my leg, until she reached my toes. She then moved over to my other foot, where she began kissing her way back up. Once more the anticipation grew, but again, she carefully went around the place I so badly wanted to feel her touch.

This little adventure done, Laurie snuggled back up against my side. "How ya doing, baby?"

My body was fairly vibrating. I moaned, then laughed, "You're a mean one, you are."

She smiled wickedly. "I have my moments."

I returned her smile. "God, I love you."

Laurie leaned in and kissed me. "I love you, too."

Unexpectedly, I sprang up and laid Laurie flat on her back, stretching myself out over her. She let out a squeal of surprise, but didn't protest. When I looked down into her face, she was grinning eagerly. My hard-on pressed urgently against her body. It may have been what she was smiling about.

"Not so tough now, are you, girly?" I growled playfully.

In half-hearted distress, Laurie said, "Oh my. What are you and your big, stiff thing going to do to little old me, you mean old man?"

I smiled at how silly we'd gotten all of a sudden. I replied knowingly, "Nothing you haven't wanted me to do since I showed up yesterday."

Laurie smiled back. "You got that right." She then reached up and pulled my face down to hers.

While we kissed, I moved my hips around a little and managed to get my hard cock to slip between Laurie's legs, down the slick lips of her pussy, till it rested at a somewhat awkward angle against her, but not yet inside her.

We both started fumbling around, trying to get me inside her without using our hands, while our lips remained in contact, but after a while, we gave up. Laughing, I lifted up and aligned myself properly,. "You'd think a couple people our age would be able to get this done without having to do it the hard way..."

Laurie laughed with me, but her laughter turned to sighs and moaning as did mine, my cock slipping easily into her and going in deep.

"Can we just stay like this forever?" Laurie said when she found her voice.

My god, this felt good. "Sounds like a plan to me."

For a while, I just stayed where I was, our pubic bones as close as they could get. This was definitely a sensation I never wanted to forget. Laurie felt so amazing stretched around the shaft of my cock, there are no words to adequately describe it.

When I finally started moving my hips, I had to slow my pace so that I wouldn't cum too soon. Christ, I felt like a teenager, so worked up I was practically on a hair trigger. For a guy in his 40s, with masturbation practically a hobby, that ain't all bad.

Because even with that tip-of-the-toes arousal, I was still old enough to have developed some degree of control over myself.

With agonizing slowness, I slid out of Laurie's pussy, almost to the point of pulling completely out, then changed direction until I was buried completely once again. Both of us were beyond words for some time..

Laurie managed to speak first. "You go right ahead, baby. I don't mind."

I gasped, "I will, but I'm not quite ready to be finished so soon."

With that, I went in deep, then laid down on top of her and sought out that spot behind her ear she's so fond of. Before long, I had Laurie squirming and moaning again. I thought it'd be interesting to know just what kind of sensation she was getting from there. It certainly worked for her.

Once I decided to continue elsewhere, it seemed Laurie was verging on an orgasm. While I hated to do it, I pulled out of her grasping pussy and before she could protest too much, I slid myself down and started in on one of her nipples.

In response to this, Laurie purred, slipping her fingers into my hair and holding my head in place. I licked, sucked, flicked, circled, pulled, bit (lightly), all the while Laurie held me where she wanted me, making satisfied sexual sounds.

When I heard, "Work 'em hard, Allan. I want to feel it once you're gone," I doubled my efforts. I heard hisses that indicated I was maybe being a little too rough, but I wasn't told to stop at any time.

After a while, I felt Laurie shift my head to the other breast, so I followed along, and started giving the other nipple the same treatment.

God, I loved her tits. They were perfect, so round and soft and heavy, and just the right size.

Unfortunately, eventually I'd abused her lovely nipples enough, because Laurie gently pulled my head away, where she'd been holding it in place. I took that to mean she was ready for stimulation somewhere else. Whether that was her intention or not, I was going to give it to her.

Giving a glance to her breasts -- with the nipples thoroughly worked over -- I gave Laurie a smile, then started kissing down her stomach.

In reaching the little tuft of pubic hair just above her shaven slit, Laurie purred, knowing where I planned on going. And I had no intention of disappointing her.

Moving myself between her legs, Laurie spread wide to accommodate me. This allowed me a very unobstructed view, and let me see just how aroused she was. Since there was no hair, the juices from our recent short intercourse were smeared all over her pussy and asshole. It was a hell of a sexy sight, let me tell you. After a brief second to admire the view, I dove in. lapping her clean -- at least for the moment.

Laurie was going mad, her hips writhing and an almost constant moan issuing from her throat. When she gasped out, "Give me your cock, I want to taste it," I didn't hesitate, lifting myself from her pussy long enough to reposition my cock over her waiting mouth. I knew she was going to taste herself on me, but from previous conversations, I knew she didn't mind the taste of her own pussy. I was a little surprised that she wanted to suck me while I pleasured her orally, because she'd mentioned in the past that she preferred to be able to concentrate on the one sensation, rather than having to split her attention from one task to the other. Nevertheless, when she engulfed my cock with her mouth, I knew she wasn't worried about such distraction at the moment.

Now, this was heaven: my face in Laurie's luscious pussy while my cock was in her mouth. The only way it could have been better is if there'd have been two of her and one was sitting on my cock, the other on my face. Nevertheless, I'd certainly take this.




Her 50th



Laurie lavished as much attention on my hard-on as I was her pussy. I felt her tongue licking up all of the girl juice that was on my cock and balls at the same time I was working on cleaning the fine-tasting fluid from her. Meanwhile, there were more of her juices oozing from her as I lapped, so I'd be far from finished when I was done cleaning all around her sexy lips.

The further I went, the closer I got to licking up what was still flowing from her lovely hole, and from there, it'd be right on to her asshole, where the stuff presently oozing from her was going.

When I had as much of the pussy juice that'd leaked out licked from its source, I stretched and started working my way lower, lapping all the way. The moans got deeper the closer I got to her lower hole, and when my tongue finally flickered over the wet, tight pucker, there was a squeal, followed by still more moaning.

Laurie abandoned sucking my cock to concentrate on the sensations I was giving her butt. I've had my butthole licked before; it's such an incredibly intense feeling that it's almost too much. Even so, Laurie raised her legs to allow me better access. I licked her in this position for a little while, but eventually, I maneuvered out of our sixty-nine to so I could pay better attention to what I was doing.

I could have put Laurie on her hands and knees so I could reach her tight little hole even more easily, but I liked the idea of being able to watch her reactions, and maybe even lick her pussy once in a while as I was rimming her. Laurie wasn't protesting or questioning. She knew what I wanted to do, and she was game for it.

Once I was in position, I had Laurie lift her hips again, which put her lower holes right at the perfect level for me to pleasure. And I wasted no time whatsoever in doing just that. I lapped and flickered over Laurie's puckered asshole, making her squirm and squeal with the sensations she was getting. Every once in a while, I'd leave her butt and make a long lick up the slit of her pussy, suck on her clit for a little bit, then lick my way back down to her asshole.

After a good while of rimming my sexy lady this way, she panted, "I need more. Continue what you were doing in the shower."

Well, no need to explain what she meant there. I asked, "Do you have any lube?"

Laurie responded, "Check the nightstand."

I helped her lay down flat on the bed for a while, as I fetched the bottle from the drawer next to the bed. I then slicked up a finger and said, "We'll start slow again, okay?"

Laurie agreed. "Sure. How do you want me?"

Now there was a loaded question. Nevertheless, I answered, "However you'd rather be."

She grinned and flipped over on her knees, shoulders on the bed, her ass high in the air. "I feel much more exposed and vulnerable this way, It's sexier like this, I think, Laurie explained. It worked for me. Everything was certainly on display and available.

Taking up my position behind her, I announced, "Here we go, baby." I then placed the tip of my lubricated finger against Laurie's asshole and pushed. It went in easily. Even so, I went slow, until my finger was in as deep as it'd go. I slid it in and out a little, gently fucking her butt with that one finger.

"I need more. I can hardly feel that," she said.

"We can certainly oblige," I responded. I pulled my finger out of her, dribbled a bit of lube on the next finger, then aimed for the target again.

"Here we go again," I told her. I pushed against her butt and it opened and swallowed those two fingers with almost as much ease as it had the one. I'd only stroked in and out a couple times when Laurie announced:

"Is that two? Let's try three."

"I'm not going to argue with the lady," I said. In all truth, I wanted to get at least three fingers in her. If she could take three, there was the possibility of four, and the next step would be something a little lower on my anatomy... and longer and more pleasurable for us both.

I slicked up a third finger and pressed it against her hole. It was a good thing my nails were trimmed well, last thing I'd have cared to do was scratch her. This time, it was a little harder going. However, with some patience and perseverance, all three went into her.

When I began to slowly fuck in and out this time, Laurie gasped, "Wow. That's really something. It's been a long time since I've had anything in my butt that stretched it that much. Keep up like that for a little bit, and then try one more...

"I want to try to get your cock in there yet before you leave."

Well, now, there was an incentive if ever I heard one! It took some self-control not to speed up my pumping into her after a revelation like that. Nevertheless, I managed, and after another minute or so, Laurie said, "You're at three fingers now? No guts no glory, babe. Let's try four."

I told her, "Okay, you're the boss. You have no idea how sexy this is for me, Laurie. I've never really had a woman who wanted me to play with her butt like this... or wanted more."

Laurie raised up a little so she could look back at me. "Oh, Allan, you have no idea how good it really feels. It's just been a long time for me is all, which is why I want you to take it slow like this."

I had all four fingers ready to go as she said this, so I told her, "Well, this is beyond anything I think I hoped for on this trip. Thank you."

She laughed, and I realized, it was kind of a funny thing to say, considering the position Laurie was in, and the fact that I was going to try shoving (figuratively speaking, of course) almost my entire hand into her butt.

Laurie took up her position once more, and I squared myself up, placing my fingers against her now-well-lubed-and-fairly-well-stretched ass.

"Here goes, babygirl," I told her and began gently pushing.

The moans the other three fingers had received weren't absent this time, but now, there were a few grunts and gasps as Laurie concentrated on relaxing enough to allow my penetration. And the deeper my fingers went, the wider her asshole stretched.

Laurie coached me, letting me know when to stop or slow down, encouraging me when she thought I was being too hesitant. But before too long, I was working her butt with the four fingers almost as easily as I had two and three.

I'd been fingering her ass for a few minutes when Laurie said the words I'd been waiting for.

"I think I'm ready for your cock now, Allan."

If I hadn't been hard already, just hearing that would have done the trick. Still, I felt like I needed to ask, "Are you sure?

There was a slight hesitation, but it was followed by, "Yes. I'm sure."

I hated leaving the room, but I carefully removed my fingers from Laurie, then dashed to the bathroom and washed my hands, making sure to bring a towel along. I wasn't gone a minute.

When I came back in, Laurie's butt was still in the air, as I'd hoped and expected. I'd been concentrating on her ass so much in the last while, I hadn't noticed how wet she'd gotten from my anal probing. Her pussy was once again soaked. It was a truly incredible sight.

"You ready for this, Laurie?" I asked, figuring I already knew the answer, but I wanted to hear it again.

"Fuck my ass, Allan," was the response I got. It wasn't the phrasing I was expecting, but it was the one I'd hoped for.

My heart pounding, I lubed my hard cock, then smeared some of the stuff onto Laurie's asshole, even though my previous play had it pretty slippery already. I wiped my hands with the towel I'd brought with me, then took up my position behind my pretty girl.

My god, was this really happening? Was I finally going to get to fuck a woman's ass? And on top of it, was it really going to be Laurie? I'd truly done something right for the world to treat me so well.

Taking my hard-on in hand, I placed the head against Laurie's ass, just as I had my fingers so far, then started slowly pushing forward.

At first, it was just pressure against the tip of my penis. Then, suddenly, the head just popped inside. Holy shit, I was in! I was so surprised, my hips moved the wrong direction, and it popped right back out again.

"What's wrong?" I heard from the bed.

I laughed, "Nothing. Involuntary movement. Let's try this again..."

Once more, I lined myself up and applied slight forward pressure, and like before, the head just popped right in. This time, I knew what to expect, so I just maintained my forward momentum, slow as it was, and Laurie's ass bit-by-bit swallowed the length of my cock.

Before too awful long, my hips rested against Laurie's butt. She sighed and said, "Oh, wow. This feels so great. I forgot how good a cock in my ass feels."

I had to admit, "Baby, it feels pretty damn good from my end, too."

"Just stay like this for another minute or so, then you can start fucking, okay?" Laurie coached.

"You bet, gorgeous," I said. I love hearing a woman talking dirty during sex. Hearing Laurie speak that way while my cock was balls-deep in her asshole just made me throb. I'd stay where I was for an hour if she wanted me to. I wasn't going anywhere now.

While I waited, I caressed all over Laurie's butt and lower back, as Laurie flexed her ass muscles, so I could feel my cock gripped and released over and over by her. It certainly made for some great waiting, I'll tell you that.

Finally, Laurie said, "Okay, you can start moving."

I wasted no time. I started fucking her immediately. We both moaned at the feeling. This was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. It was tremendous! The first few thrusts were slow and deliberate, but as I felt Laurie's butt relax, I sped up a little. Before too long, I was fucking in and out with as much ease as I would have had I been in her pussy.

Laurie's butt clutching onto my cock felt so amazing, I wasn't sure how much longer I'd last, but I'd keep on going until I couldn't hold back any more.

"My god," I panted, "I wish I could have done this sooner. It's incredible!"

Laurie responded brokenly from where she was. "You should feel it from this end. If you were staying longer, I'd happily help you find out."

Well, there was an incentive to stay -- as if I needed another one. I knew if Laurie and I could stay together, we'd eventually test out all the fantasies we'd shared over the time we'd known one another. Nevertheless...

"I'd happily let you show me, pretty girl."

After that, Laurie said, "Hold on, Allan. I want to turn over."

As loath as I was to stop what I was doing, I did just that, pulling out so Laurie could flip onto her back. Once she was in position, she drew her knees to her chest and said, "Come on in, beautiful boy."

My cock was already lonely, so it was happy as hell to get back inside her gorgeous body. Having only fucked pussy before now, I had to remind myself that wasn't the where I was aiming this time. I managed to target the right place, and before too long, my cock head was once again popping into Laurie's tightest fuck hole and starting the slow, amazing descent into her welcoming body.

The best part about this position was, I could see Laurie's smiling face, her amazing breasts and her soaking wet pussy. "Hi there," I said as I began fucking her ass once more.

"Hi, sexy," Laurie grinned back. "Having fun?"

"You have no idea," I gave her.

"If you're having half the fun I am, I think I can imagine pretty well," she said slyly.

"I'm gonna cum pretty soon," I gasped.

"Okay," she told me with a grin.

God, I could fuck this woman for the rest of my life and never get tired of it. The sight of her smiling face while I fucked her just aroused me no end. I could go forever on that smile.

When Laurie reached for her pussy and started rubbing around and around at her clit, she asked, "Do you mind?"

It wasn't going to be long for me. Pretty soon, Laurie was going to have an ass full of cum. "Go right ahead," I gasped.

Holy shit, was it erotic, watching Laurie masturbate while my cock slid in and out of her ass! The sight pushed me higher and faster than I'd been previously, making my orgasm even more imminent. I had no idea how much time we had left before it was all over, but I was torn as to whether I wanted to cum yet or not, hoping to prolong things as much as possible.

However, it was inevitable. I'd finally reached the point of no return. With a roar, my cock started to throb inside Laurie's gripping butt. I pumped her ass full of my cum while Laurie moaned and purred, her fingers never leaving her clit.

Once my cock had stopped pulsing, Laurie said, "This feels great, but I need to cum with you in my pussy."

Although my orgasm had drained nearly all the energy from me, I wasn't going to pass up the chance to get back in Laurie's pussy, so I told her, "Be right back," dashed back to the bathroom, cleaned myself up really good, then returned, my erection still mostly intact.

Laurie saw how soft I'd already gotten. "Can you keep it hard long enough, baby?" she asked. There was no humiliation evident in her voice. It was a simple question.

"I'm sure as hell going to try," I returned. "Think you might be able to lend a little encouragement?"

"Bring it over here, sexy," she said.

I moved over to Laurie's head, where she took my softening penis into her mouth.

Oh, yes, that was what it needed right then! I could feel the blood that'd been flowing out make its way back into the tissues necessary to stiffen my cock again. Laurie's mouth and tongue did their magic and before too long, I was once more fully hard. It might be a while before I came again, but I at least was set for what Laurie wanted.

When I pulled away from her mouth and started making my way back down between her legs, Laurie purred. There was no need to get her ready this time, she was already plenty wet. With no preliminaries, I slid into her to the hilt with ease. "You want me to fuck you while you play?" I asked.

"If you want," she said. "I just want to feel full, and while you felt amazing in my ass, it isn't the same as having my pussy filled."

"Okay," I replied, while Laurie's fingers once again reached for her clit.

Laurie climbed to orgasm level in short order as she furiously masturbated herself.

It's always fascinating for me, watching a woman masturbate. Being a man, masturbation is always such an obvious thing, I mean, the penis is right out there. When a woman gets herself off, she's just rubbing and you can't always see what it is she's actually stimulating. Still, it's erotic as hell to see a woman pleasure herself, and this was no exception.

When I leaned over Laurie's body, taking care to keep my cock buried inside her, and took one of her nipples in my mouth, I kicked her arousal up a notch, as well. Under my belly, I could still feel her hand frantically circling her clit. When I reached up and pinched her other nipple, I could feel her orgasm begin.

When it truly hit, I lifted my head from her nipple to watch Laurie cum. God, was she beautiful as she orgasmed! I know most women think it's a strange thing to say, considering all the facial contortions and such when they cum, but when you're in the proper frame of mind, it truly is fucking sexy as hell.

After what must have been almost a minute, Laurie's gasping moans died down until they stopped completely, and her hips ceased their involuntary pulsing. I felt her body relax completely beneath me, so I rolled off her so she could breathe.

"No, don't," she whined weakly. "I still want you in me."

Honestly, I hadn't wanted to pull out of her in the first place, but I know breathing's pretty important, too, but if she wanted me inside her, I wasn't going to complain.

I climbed up and slid back into Laurie's pussy, holding myself up so she could catch her breath. Looking down into her beautiful, climax-weary face, I smiled, receiving a tired, satisfied smile in return.

"I love you, Allan," Laurie told me.

"I love you, too, Laurie." I gave her.

She then wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. We didn't kiss this time, but I knew there'd be more of that soon enough. When I felt her arms ease around me, I propped myself up again.

"What now?" I asked.

"What time is it?" she asked in return, turning her head, trying to see the clock on the nightstand.

"There's plenty," I said.

"What do you want to do?"

"I'm doing it," I told her. "I said I didn't want to let you out of my sight, and I don't think we could get much closer than this."

Laurie laughed and hugged me again.

Now that the arousing part of things was over, my cock had lost interest. I could feel that the slightest movement of my hips would dislodge me from Laurie's pussy. Besides, my arms were starting to get tired of holding myself up, anyway, so I rolled off her again, this time without protest. Once I was down and on my back, Laurie snuggled up beside me.

"Ever wonder what it'd be like if we were together?" she asked after a few beats of silence.

I had to admit. "A lot. I think about me being out here, you being where I am, about the two of us somewhere else. In any setting, I think about what it'd be like to wake up in the morning to find you there. Then, somewhere in the middle of it all, that damn practical side steps in and starts in with the questions and rationalizations. 'Would she be willing to leave everything she knows, her job, her family, everything she's grown up with and lived with all her life?' Then I ask the same questions of myself. I then find myself torn between love and Home."

Laurie listened to what I said in silence, then added, "I often wonder what it'd be like if circumstances were different: if you weren't in the situation you're in, and I wasn't in mine. If there weren't so many things already in place."

I started caressing her hair. "If there weren't so many barriers, I'd have been here a lot sooner... that is, if we'd have met at all.

"I've often thought about what I'd do if we ever met for real. Whether we'd be able to keep things totally platonic, or whether we'd let all the feelings and conversations we've had overwhelm us and lead us to what we've done."

Laurie raised her head to look up at me. "Are you sorry we've done what we have?"

I looked down at her with a smile. "Do I look like I regret one single thing?"

She replied, "No," then hugged me.

"How about you? Do you regret what we've done?" I figured it only fair that I know.

"You have no idea how much I've wanted this. I just knew it'd never happen. Everything you wrote to me just made me want to experience anything and everything you said you wanted to do with and to me. I know we won't get to act out any of those scenarios, but I've gotten to take a shower with you, I've had meals with you... I've woken up with you. It's enough."

We laid there a bit longer, enjoying the warmth of each other's presence, the comfort of our touch. I glanced at the clock.

"I think we have enough time for one more try, then get dressed and get something to eat."

Laurie looked up. "You think you're up to it?"

I replied, "Look, baby, I know I'm not a youngster anymore, and maybe I won't be able to cum, but the idea of getting inside that beautiful body of yours once more is an offer I can't pass up."

Laurie told me, "Well, I may take a little coaxing, but I think I can manage."

I laughed, "Laurie, I know you can manage. My only regret of this whole visit is that I wasn't able to find out just how many times you can cum before you give up.

"Now, let's see that pussy so I can get it ready, if you'd be so kind as to lend a little enticement with that mouth and tongue of yours to me."

Laurie grinned up at me, then maneuvered herself so that her pussy was right over my face, and my cock was at the perfect position for her, too. We licked and sucked until I was good and hard and I could taste Laurie's sex juices on my tongue.




Her 50th



Since I was already on my back, Laurie straddled my hips and lowered herself down on me as she had the night before. Once again, it was a tremendous feeling, to have her warmth clutching my hard cock. We didn't waste time. While there wasn't a huge urgency, we knew we had to get it done, if it was going to happen.

From the start, I knew it was too soon after I came last for me to get over the hump, so to speak, but oh my god, it felt good. Between the spectacular sensation of Laurie's body on mine and the sight of her moving on top of me, I was thoroughly satisfied. Laurie could sense that I wasn't getting there, and asked, "Is it okay?"

I reached out and placed a hand on each hip. "Darling, it's far more than okay. You can't imagine how much more than okay this is. I'm just too old and out of shape to get off this soon after the last time."

She then asked, her hips still moving back and forth, albeit slower, "Is it hopeless?"

Letting one hand trail up her side and to her breast, I caressed lightly as I said, "It's never hopeless. Much as I hate to say it, though, I'm afraid your pussy isn't going to be enough this time. Unfortunately, I think the only way I'm going to cum again is through direct manual manipulation."

Even in my mid forties, I can still get myself off up to around three times a day if I'm properly motivated. And, well, let's face it, Laurie had everything necessary to get me motivated.

"What do you need me to do?" Laurie asked helpfully.

I had an idea. Ever since Laurie had admitted her breast size in one of our conversations, I'd wanted to try this. "I don't know for sure if this'll do the trick, but may I fuck your tits?"

With a grin, Laurie replied, "Of course. Where do you want me?"

I had her get on the floor on her knees. As always, I loved just watching her sexy body move. Besides, there's just something really erotic and submissive about watching a woman kneel before you, regardless if that's how you're playing or not.

I watched Laurie working her mouth around, then she held her breasts together and carefully spit between them. Before I could ask, she said, "I want to be able to lick the head of your cock. I don't like the taste of lube."

It was enough explanation for me. I stepped up and laid my hard cock between my dream woman's lovely tits, moving it around to get it as wet as possible. I was pretty sure once I got going that I'd be adding to the lubrication part of things, and that Laurie would find it plenty tasty.

Oh, god, I don't get to tit fuck nearly as much as I should. This was amazing! Anybody who hasn't had a gorgeous pair of soft breasts wrapped around his cock doesn't know what he's missing! As with everywhere else on - or in - her body my cock had been, this felt fucking wonderful! There's no way to describe the sensation in words. You simply have to experience it to understand. I'm sorry.

While I slid my hard-on in and out between Laurie's luscious tits, she bent her head down as far as she could get it, and caught my cock head as it appeared and disappeared. Every once in a while, she'd look up at me and grin.

"Is this what you wanted, sweet boy?" she cooed.

"Oh, yeah," I replied, whether to her question or just as a general comment, I wasn't sure.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" Laurie continued.

"I think so," I panted.

"You want to cum on my tits, or do you want to cover my face?" she taunted, just making the likelihood of my orgasm that much more possible.

I didn't care where it went, as long as I managed to cum. "Wherever you'd like it," I told her breathlessly. I had an idea what she'd do, but I wanted it to be her choice.

"Mmm." Laurie said. "I know just where I want it." I thought she might.

It surprised me that I was going to cum again. I half figured I'd need to stop what I was doing and take matters into my own hands, like usual, but this was different enough, I could feel my orgasm approaching.

"I think... this might do the trick," I gasped, bringing a smile to Laurie's face.

The going was really easy now. I'd leaked enough pre-cum that I slid back and forth between Laurie's breasts as if we'd poured it from the bottle.

Finally, I made it. I felt the climax coming on and I found myself clutching at the air, not having anywhere to put my hands. My moans grew and the intensity was almost as great as with an oral orgasm. I wasn't sure what Laurie was doing, except for holding those incredible tits together for me to continue pumping between.

It wasn't until I actually started to cum that I finally opened my eyes and looked down at the woman who'd brought me to such pleasure. The first spurt hit Laurie on the underside of the chin. After that, she let go of her breasts and grabbed my cock, aiming it so I'd hit her face with anything that followed.

For an older guy who'd cum not too long before, I left quite a bit of jizz on Laurie's smiling face. By the time the last dribbles came out and Laurie took me in her mouth to clean up, she was a gLaurieous mess. Laurie never looked happier. As sexy as she was regularly, she was even sexier painted with my cum.

Finally, I sat on the edge of the bed, saying, "Oh my god, that was fabulous. Thank you."

Laurie grinned at me. "No, thank you. That was one of the hottest things I've ever done. I've always wanted to feel your cum on my face. It feels so fucking good, baby."

I leaned over to kiss her. Laurie looked too damn gorgeous not to kiss her.

We kissed for several minutes. It was one of the hottest kisses I think I've ever shared.

When we finally parted, Laurie panted, "Lay back, Allan. I want to cum."

Well, I love eating pussy, and I figured that's what she had in mind. I was plenty willing to accommodate her. I took up a spot on the bed, then my lovely, cum-smeared lady climbed up and straddled my head.

As it had the previous evening, Laurie's pussy blotted out all other sight. I didn't really care, her pussy was all I cared to see at that point in time anyway. It was soaking wet and looked delicious as hell. I wasted no time burying my face in it.

Laurie appeared on a hair trigger. Apparently my tit-fuck and the facial she'd received had pushed her right up to the edge. My job was to tilt her over it.

With a single lap up the middle to gather as much of her tasty pussy juice as I could, I latched onto her clit and didn't let go. I sucked on it like it was a little cock, I flicked it with the tip of my tongue, I circled it with my tongue. Laurie was moaning and writhing on my face in no time. I gently and carefully bit down on it, which made Laurie go wild.

Finally, the floodgates opened. She practically drowned me. My god, it was gLaurieous. Having a woman cumming on my face is one of the greatest pleasures I think I've ever experienced. I truly love eating pussy, and it's for this reason alone. There's nothing sexier than a woman in the throes of orgasm. Trust me. Even though I couldn't see her actually cumming, the fact that I knew it was me making her feel that good was the greatest accomplishment I could think of.

All too quickly, it was over. Laurie moved off me and took her spot against my side again.

"Wow, that was fantastic. Thank you so much," she eventually said.

"You're more than welcome. If it was possible, I'd do that for you every day," I admitted.

"I know you would. It's one of the things I love about you."

I hated to do it, but I looked at the clock. "Fuck. I think we have time to get cleaned up, get dressed and get something to eat before you need to be to work."

Laurie cuddled close. She said into my chest. "To hell with work. Stay here with me."

My heart broke and the bottom dropped out of my stomach. I squeezed her as tightly as I could. She knew the answer. I wasn't going to say it. It sounded too much like giving up. Too final. We'd agonized over this one fact since I'd mentioned it, a little over eighteen hours earlier. I know I had, and I was sure Laurie had, too. I hated it, but I had to go home. I loved home, it was the "go" part I hated.

The room was silent for some time. The only sounds were of both our breathing. There was a funereal, inevitable feel to the room all of a sudden. It felt like any time now, the Nazis were going to come and tear one of us away from the other, leaving them to sit screaming in impotent protest at the abduction.

Finally, I said quietly, "I have to get cleaned up." I didn't want to. I wanted to do exactly what Laurie had told me to do. There was that empty, trapped feeling I'd felt off and on since the day I'd fallen for her suffusing my body.

It was with great difficulty and a heaviness of both heart and body that I released myself from Laurie's arms and lifted myself from the bed. I went out of the room with my head turned toward her, looking into those pleading eyes, that threatened to brim over with tears, which only made my own floodgates weaken.

The trips to the bathroom so far were the only times I'd violated my admission that I didn't want Laurie to leave my sight until I left. This time, it was the loneliest trip of them all. It seemed like I was never going to see her again, even though she was just in the next room. I washed up, dried my face, then looked at myself closely in the mirror.

I looked so sad. Had I even taken a glance when I'd felt such elation at being with Laurie? Not that I could recall. Son of a bitch. I almost asked myself, "Why?" but I knew why. The only thing I had tying me to this place was her. But shouldn't that be enough? Probably, but we make the decisions we think are right, whether they are or not. They aren't always easy, but they're the ones we think we need to make.

Taking my shirt off the hook on the back of the door, I went back to the bedroom. Laurie was waiting, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Here," I said, handing her my shirt. "Put this on. I need to get a change of clothes for the trip home." My throat caught on the word, "home." "I want you to wait for me in the doorway where I can see you." When I didn't receive a response, I added, "Please?"

Laurie's face was still covered in my cum. She still looked gorgeous, but sorrow blemished it. Without a word, she took the shirt and slipped it on, buttoning a couple buttons. I picked my trousers off the floor and slipped them back on, then held my hand out for Laurie to take.

We went to the front door. Laurie stood in the doorway while I went to my car and grabbed the bag with my clothes in it. She looked good, standing there with the sunlight shining off her, the slight breeze blowing her hair. I smiled at her from the car, which she returned. God, I loved her. Why couldn't I bring myself to stay? Fuck!

I made my way back to the house, where I took Laurie in my arms right where she stood. I didn't care. I kissed her right there in her front doorway. Screw the neighbors.

"I love you, Laurie," I said when we finally parted.

"I love you..." she started, then the dam exploded. Laurie buried her head in my chest and wept. This, the neighbors didn't have to see. Not releasing her, I ushered her into the house where I closed the door. I then held her until the crying stopped. It wasn't easy, but I didn't join in. There are times when it's necessary to be the strong one, and since I was the one who insisted he needed to go, it was up to me.

"Come on," I said, urging her toward the bathroom.

She let me lead her, even let me take the shirt back off her. I washed her face for her, kissed her newly-clean face, then we went back to the bedroom. I brought the shirt.

I got out of the dress pants I wore out to the car, then started rummaging in my bag for something else to wear. Laurie started getting dressed, too.

After a little bit, I was all done up in jeans and a T-shirt, and was packing the stuff I'd had on when I arrived. When Laurie was dressed, she brought me my shirt. "You forgot this."

I laughed, "I said you could keep it. Trust me, it looks a lot better on you than it does me."

Laurie looked around and found the thong panties she'd been wearing, that I'd ripped off her. "You can have these, then." Well, if I'd have wanted a souvenir that reminded me of her, that'd certainly be it.

I took the skimpy underwear and held it to my nose. "Ah, yes, this will will definitely remind me of this visit." They'd been soaked with the juices Laurie'd been leaking all evening at the restaurant, and were still slightly damp from them. Disgusting in some respects, but incredibly intimate in others, which is how I was taking it and how they were being offered.

Even through her melancholy, Laurie blushed when I sniffed her "dirty" panties. "You're a nasty boy, Allan."

I agreed. "I sure am. It's one of the things you like best about me."

She smiled, glad to be out of the funk we'd both been in, at least for the moment. "You got that right. Although that isn't the only thing."

"Shall we go?" I said, picking up my bag and once more giving Laurie my elbow.

She took my arm, saying, "If we must, we must."

I escorted her out of the house. I didn't want to split up, but it didn't make sense to ride together, then have to come back for a car.

We drove to a little restaurant on the way to Laurie's work. It was nice, once more, to be seen in public with so beautiful a woman. We ordered our own meals this time. There weren't going to be any "afters," so it didn't really matter how full we ended up.

While we waited for our food to show, we just sat across from one another, hand-in-hand. Not much was said for quite a while, we just wanted to remember the other the way we saw them, and so concentrated in silence, though our minds were whirling.

"I really appreciate your coming out here, Allan," Laurie finally said.

"I wanted to make this birthday special for you, Laurie. I hope I managed that." The mood was so final, the words we were saying sounded like "goodbye" already.

Laurie smiled and squeezed my hands. "Oh, you managed that quite nicely. Thank you so much."

I returned her smile. "You're so welcome. I'm really glad I took the chance. I mean, there was no guarantee you were going to let me in when I came to your door. I'm glad you did."

"Oh, Allan. after all this time, you still had doubts whether you'd be welcome?"

"Well, making promises on a computer hookup is a lot different than letting a virtual stranger into your home." I rationalized.

About this time, our food arrived, but we continued talking as we ate.

Laurie said, "I realize that there are still quite a few things about one another we don't know very well, but you're hardly a stranger. There are things you know about me that I've never told anyone else. You don't do that with a stranger. You do that with a friend you love and trust very much."

I swallowed the bite of sandwich I'd been chewing on. "Thank you for that. I love that you love and trust me. It means a lot. I'm glad to have been able to finally meet you in person, and that you've welcomed me into your life.

"I wish I had time to take more advantage of that welcome."

There we go again. I'd thrown a damper on things once more. It was inevitable. It was on both our minds. Soon, I'd be headed east and to Home, although part of that Home in my heart would be out here.

Laurie replied sadly. "I wish you did, too. If you were able to stay a bit longer, it'd make your leaving a little easier. We haven't been together an entire day yet, and now you have to go already."

"I know," I said quietly. "It was on my mind the whole way here. I had several hours to calculate in my head how long I'd have, and every time, it amounted to less than a whole day with you."

Our meals were both nearly gone by now, and the clock was winding closer and closer to zero hour. Laurie insisted on paying this bill, citing that I'd paid the big one the night before. I wasn't going to argue. It wasn't the way I wanted this to end, with a big row.

After we got back in our respective cars, we drove to Laurie's work. I got out of the car to say goodbye. I wasn't going to pass up the chance to kiss her one more time.

There in the parking lot in front of the place Laurie worked, I hugged her close, then kissed her. We kissed a long time. Of all the kisses we'd had since I arrived, the first one and this one were the most meaningful. We seemed to be trying to pour all our love into the other through this kiss. I didn't know about Laurie, but I was having a hard time holding back the tears. When I felt wetness on my lips, I knew Laurie hadn't done as well as I had. I didn't care. There was no guarantee this wasn't the last time we'd see each other. The thought made my eyes hot. Finally, I felt a single tear escape my own eye, even though I was managing to hold back the flood that would have burst forth had I let it. Once again, I felt like I needed to be the strong one.

When we parted, Laurie pulled me close and squeezed me as tightly as she could. "I wish you didn't have to go."

I returned her hug. "I know. Me either."

"You have to, though, don't you?" she said with finality.

"Yeah." It was getting harder and harder to keep those tears at bay.

Laurie looked up at me and smiled, wiping the one streak of wetness from my cheek. "I'm going to be crap at work today," she laughed.

I laughed weakly with her. "You'll be fine."

"No, I won't," she replied, once more pulling me tight.

"Yes you will," I said. A whole big Hollywood type speech began to bloom in my head, complete with a lush orchestral background, geared to bolster her spirits and help her go on. However, I didn't feel like making hollow promises I wasn't sure either of us would be able to keep, much less believe.

I took Laurie's chin in my hand and lifted her face to mine. "You will." It took all my strength of will to choke out, "Now, I have to go."

Again, Laurie pulled herself up close to me. "I know.

"Thank you."

I held her as tightly as I could. "You're welcome.

"I love you, Laurie."

She squeezed me tighter yet. "I love you, too, Allan."

I let go of her, which made her look up at me. Using my T-shirt, I wiped Laurie's face. "Can't have them wondering what you've been up to, baby. They don't need to know you've been shacked up with some guy you met on the internet for the last twelve hours." I laughed.

Laurie picked up on this lighter feel. "Hey, I'm a fifty-year-old woman. I don't have explain myself to anybody." Her mood then crumbled. "God, I love you."

"And I love you," I whispered.

"Happy birthday, Laurie."

She looked up at me, another round of tears on the horizon. "Thank you. And not just for last night and this morning. For everything.

"Will I see you again?"

I wasn't going to say yes, but then again, I wasn't going to say no, either. Until a few days ago, I'd never thought I'd see Laurie, ever. So, never say never.

"I hope so. I know I'd like to."

She said hopefully, "Maybe next time, I could come see you."

I put my hands on her hips. "That'd be great." There was a pause, then, "C'mon, let me escort you to the door." I held my elbow out to her like I had several times already.

Arm in arm, we walked the short way to the door of Laurie's work. Once there, we turned and faced each other one last time.

"Thank you," I said.

This kind of stumped her. "For what?"

"For being exactly who I hoped you'd be." I leaned down and kissed her lightly.

"And thank you for being who you are," she replied, once our lips parted. She paused, then let out a long, heavy sigh. "I suppose I should get in there."

"And I guess I should get on my way, too. A lot of miles between me and home right now."

"Goodbye, Allan.

"Goodbye, Laurie. See you on the computer screen."

"Yes. It won't be quite the same, though."




Her



Her hands on my face, my hands around her waist, and her cool lips pressed to mine. 

It felt like a dream. 

Let me start by saying that things like this do not happen to me. I hear and read stories about people getting ridiculously lucky, having their wildest fantasies fulfilled. It just doesn't happen to me though. I love my boyfriend and our relationship. He is my best friend and I'd do nearly anything to make him happy (within reason), but there is a split part of my mind that doesn't stay true to him. Half of me is all for dick and getting banged until I scream. The other half wanders into the other gender, delving into thoughts that were planted years ago with a girlfriend I regret to this day. I've subdued those thoughts since then, but periodically they creep back up on me.

I first noticed her in my junior year, but then she was just some girl on the other side of the classroom who the teacher liked to pick on. It wasn't until senior year that I got to know her. Not only were we sat next to each other, but we were also placed together for the first project of the year.

I don't know when the attraction established itself. Maybe it was during the two week project where we spent endless hours together breaking down Hamlet, or maybe it was just a build-up throughout the entire year. In the plainest of terms it seems as if I just looked up one day and realized how much I liked her boobs. How to describe them I am not entirely sure, but the words that came to my mind were soft, creamy, and plump. It's not like I don't have enough boobs to share with 3 other people, but hers contrasted mine in ways I found mesmerizing. Not to mention she showcased them blatantly on a daily basis. Dresses or shirts, you name it! Her tits were all up and in everyone's face. I'm not very tall and that made it that much harder not to look.

The attraction to her face came later. Her complexion was similar to condensed milk. An off-white color I, again, can't describe as anything other than creamy. Now I can't blame her for choosing only certain days to give notable energy towards looking her best -I mean, there was no one to impress- but on the days that she took a careful hand to her make-up my stomach did flips. I knew I had a thing for red lipstick, but combined with eye liner and mascara on her canvas of a face? Not to mention her hair. There were days when it all lined up with an outfit that forced eyes to look, and those were the days I had the most trouble.

I contained these thoughts to the best of my ability. During this time I was actually in the process of dating my current boyfriend. It was a balance I could manage. The entire year went by and not a single word slipped my mouth revealing my secret. In fact I kept my mouth so tight that it took an extensive amount of liquor and cannabis to get me to finally slip.

We were at a kickback after graduation. About ten of us got together to celebrate and we knew exactly how to do it. Jello vodka shots, Redd's Apple Ale, Heineken, special cookies, and Girls Scouts Cookies (not a cookie at all). I decided to let go and enjoy the night since I wasn't driving. Going home wasn't an option however so I decided to spend the night at her house. We stumble in right before midnight attempting to keep ourselves as quiet and calm as possible despite our immense intoxication. We spoke briefly to her father and slipped into her room. Clothes were shed, pajamas were donned, and since she had just moved in to her new apartment and hadn't get purchased a bed, we laid out blankets and crashed on the floor. Then the talking began.

My filter already diminishes when I'm under any influence- I was under three influences at this time (I'm high, and drunk and deprived of sleep)- so at 1am, despite the fact that I was tired and ready to collapse, it was virtually impossible to ignore the something was bothering me to a point of insomnia. I kept her awake with random questions as I worked up the balls to strike up the topic. I wasn't sure where I was heading with it, but sleep just wasn't an option. 

"There's someone in our close group of friends who I have a... lust crush on."

I needed her to know.

"Well why haven't you acted upon it?"

"I don't have permission."

"What do you mean?"

"I respect her too much to just attack her. I don't know if that's what she wants."

I told her how I couldn't control it and I told her how it drove me insane. She guessed people off the top of her head and never thought it to be herself. Eventually she says to me, "Wow, I'd kill someone if they were torturing me that way."

I go out on a limb. "For you that'd be suicide."

And then the dam broke.

Shock flew across her face. I told her how long it had been with me and that it was entirely lacking in feelings. I simply lusted for her in the most emotionless of ways. 

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Oh yeah. Hey I know we just became friends recently but I kinda have a crush on you just not an emotional one so basically I just want you physically even though I'm dating a guy I really like... Sure that wouldn't have been awkward."

I expected her to either keep her distance from me or blow over it in a laugh, but as usual, she surprises me. She climbs aboard my waist, straddling me. My mind goes blank and I can't think of what to do. 

"What are you doing?"

"I'm giving you what you want. It's driving you nuts and you need to get it out of your system."

I deny her, my hands clenched behind me, because I know that if I loosen them even a little bit, not a force in the world will stop me. 

"No one has ever asked me for permission, most people just take and I go along with it."

I do everything not to see the way the moon strikes her skin, the way her lips draw me in, the way her voice sends shivers down my spine. I can hardly hold on before she gives up and removes herself. 

My brain is in commotion once again. Why did she move? Why was she on top of me? Does she actually want this? Why won't I let it happen?

We talk some more, and somehow the conversation brings her to straddle me once again. I can think this time and sort my thoughts, so I figure it's time to have some fun.

"Don't kiss me, you might like it." I tease.

"Oh you think you're that good?" 

The banter goes back and forth for a while until she grows bored and, once more, dismounts. This time her face says something entirely different. Is that dejection? Why is my dismissal affecting her? She turns away from me, attempting to conceal her apparent disappointment while I strive to regain the control I seemingly never had over the situation. I can't upset her now can I? It's close to 4am, and it's now or never. I look her direction, I take a deep breath, and I let the intoxication wash away my inhibitions. I let my lust out of its padlocked box and out came what I've been subduing for so long.

We're facing opposite directions, but sitting side by side so that our bodies aren't far apart. I slide myself closer to her so that inches separate us. 

"You're gonna have to work with me a bit and lean over."

Extending my neck out, I slowly close the space between our faces. She gladly reciprocates. In those closing moment my mind is reeling. What about your boyfriend? What about her?! Won't this be weird in the morning? Does this make you a cheater? I heard the thoughts flying by but with every closing centimeter the volume decreases until I hear nothing but her shallow breath.

I'll face my consequences later.

The gap is closed, and a tsunami crashes through my mind. Her lips are cool, not what I expected. Thin too, and suddenly my lips feel rather colossal in comparison. It starts off light, she won't even allow for full contact, and I was not particularly patient. I press forward and like two positive ends of magnets, she pulls just far enough away to maintain only the slightest of touch. I'm leaning so far I no longer can support myself with my arms, so I reach out for her neck. I wrap my hand gently behind her neck, placing enough pressure to pull her to me, and I force the contact I desire. My drive to have her takes over and the kiss deepens. I find myself sucking on her lips and her biting mine. Heartbeats are rapidly increasing, laying rhythm to our actions. She has to break for a moment and suddenly a silent night is filled gasps for air. I can't wait long and I'm diving in for another kiss. Being the controlling type she is, she forces me back and climbs aboard. I feel her hands on my neck and I lose all track of reality. Lips are locked hard and my focus begins to wander. My fingertips slowly drag down her spine and I feel her shudder through my lips. I look for her hot zones and paths that force sharp intakes and moans. I trail down her neck (there's one), I trace her sides (that's another one), but then I make small circles around her lower back and receive the strongest response yet. She bucks her hips forward and my grip around her tightens. 

A thought suddenly pops into my head, and only one word resonates. Boobs. After so much time spent stealing guilt-filled glances, I needed to know how they felt. I pulled away and was met with utter confusion. My hands found their way up her back and trailed up her arms. I traced her collarbones and gave her a look that asked the question I couldn't form with my mouth. She gave me a nod and that's all it took.

She didn't have on a bra, so all that stood between my hands and her chest was a thin tank top. I peeled it down and let a single boob spring from its confinement. I became a child in a toy store, so overwhelmed by what was in front of me that I didn't know what to do with it. I decided to start with my hands. I placed a hand under her breast and gave it a good heart squeeze, drawing a soft intake from her. I realized that they were smaller than I expected, but still satisfying in every other way.

Suddenly, what was only kissing escalated heavily. I felt her grinding on my lap looking for some kind of friction, so I mustered strength I didn't even know I had to change our position. Maintaining the kiss, I rolled her onto her back and slid a thigh between her legs. She takes the liberty to- tightly- wrap her legs around my waist, so tightly in fact that breathing became a bit difficult. 

We remained like this for quite a while, but I wasn't done. I don't know what was going through my mind, but I decide to reach a hand down to her leg and draw my way back up to that one special place. For a brief moment she became my saving grace, as she caught my hand and told me no. Only I'd already brushed against her, and it showed in her face. I took my hand and traced the lining of her underwear along her tummy. Suddenly she grabbed my hand and shook her head. I pulled away enough to get a good look at her, and asked if she was sure. Apparently she wasn't sure at all because next thing I know her legs are open to me. I went straight under the panties, I wasn't trying to make this particularly sensual, and touched her exactly where she wanted it. She shuddered. I waste no time coating my fingers, then plunge them in. First one, then two. She bites her lip in attempting to stifle her moans, but it just seemed too damn easy. A third finger joins the party and her back arches high. It gets so bad that I have to cover her mouth myself. I reach my thumb out to rub her a bit higher and it takes everything I have plus a little creativity to hold her down and keep her quiet. Can't have daddy busting through the door you know. 

If I kept a correct count, she came 6 times. After it was over, we went to the restroom and cleaned up. I couldn't help but laugh because she couldn't even walk normally. By now its about 5:30am and there's absolutely nothing left to do but sleep. We go back to her room with a couple giggles, and within maybe 20min we are knocked out. We woke up around 11 and it was as if nothing had ever happened. I mean she didn't act like she didn't remember, it just blew over like an average "hangout"! The first thing I did when I woke up was tell my boyfriend what happened. If anything he was mostly upset that he didn't get to watch. We went out for breakfast, and that's basically all she wrote. We spoke very briefly about it in texts over the next week or so, but other than that it evaporated into thin air.



Her Advanced Driving Lessons



A few months after Sue passed her driving test we were married. Two young people free from the constraints of living with our parents, renting our first flat and working hard to keep our heads above water.

Sue had managed to find a well paid job which, unfortunately, required her to drive 25 miles each way daily. There was nothing for it but to buy her a little car for work, which we managed to do with a loan from her parents. But it didn't stop there, the insurance on the car for a 20 year old with no driving history would cost us nearly as much as the car.

We talked to our insurance broker who said that he could get Sue a much cheaper deal if she were to pass the advanced driver course but of course the extra lessons would cost money too.

Back at home we discussed the predicament and it was then Sue told me that her old driving instructor had said that if she ever wanted extra tuition he'd be happy to teach her on the basis that she'd go for a drink with him after each lesson.

I think we both knew what was implied as this was the same instructor who'd had his hands all over her cunt on the last lesson she had before passing her driving test.

We talked about it late into the evening and what it would entail. As the discussion progressed we started playing with each other and the thought of Sue surrendering her cunt again to this dirty old sod who was old enough to be her father was the catalyst for a great nights fucking.

In the morning we were both a bit more concerned about what we were intending to do and agreed to talk some more that evening.

After tea we settled down to chat and again the thought of Sue using her cunt to pay for driving lessons proved to be a big turn-on for us both. The upshot was that Sue would ring Graham in the morning and ask him to collect her from home the following Wednesday for her first lesson. 

Next day the first lesson was booked and Graham was to pick Sue up from home at 6 30pm on the following Wednesday evening. When she'd asked him about the possibility of further lessons, "As we discussed" was the way Graham chose to make sure Sue understood the deal. 

All day on the fateful Wednesday we were both on tenterhooks knowing what was probably going to happen that evening.

Sue arrived home as normal, around 5 30pm and started to get ready for her first advanced driving lesson with Graham. By 6 15pm she was sat in the lounge in a respectable length wrap-over skirt and white blouse which made a lie of the slut she was dressed as underneath. Underneath that prim and proper skirt she had on dark brown stockings held up by black suspenders and a tiny black thong which disappeared up the crack of her lovely young arse only to reappear at the front to hold her trimmed and moist young fanny.

I'd had her parade around the room for me holding up her skirt and she looked absolutely wonderful. I was acutely jealous that Graham would probably have his hands all over her legs, cunt and arse in the course of that evening. 

The driving school car pulled up outside of the house and I watched as Sue walked over to the passenger side of the car and carefully backed her lovely young arse into the passenger seat. With that the car drew away and the knots in my stomach started to tighten as I thought of my young bride at the mercy of this randy old sod of a driving instructor.

It seemed like an eternity, but probably just over two hours, before I looked out of the window and saw the driving school car draw up and Sue climb from the passenger seat, giggling and showing some stocking top in the process.

As soon as Sue entered the flat I wanted to know all the details of the past two hours, minute by minute. Sue said that they'd driven to the centre of town when Graham asked her to take over the driving under his instruction. He'd stayed very professional during the hour of her lesson, chatting only briefly about how unhappy he was at home and how his wife wasn't at all interested in sex these days. She said the furthest he'd gone in touching her was just to pat her thigh gently over her skirt as she drove along.

At the end of the lesson he'd asked her if she had time for a drink and Sue said, "Yes, I'm not expected home until around 9 o'clock". Graham directed Sue to a pub a little way out of town which he said would be quiet and they could talk about what lessons she'd need to get through this advanced test.

All perfectly professional and proper so far, Sue said she was quite relaxed and pleased that he hadn't come over all sweaty palms and grabbing.

In the pub they'd found a quiet corner and Graham asked her how she was finding married life. Sue told him she was very happy and enjoying the freedom of not living under the eyes of her parents. Graham had laughed at that and, moving a little closer, had placed his hand on her knee. Getting no resistance from Sue he quietly slipped his hand under the wrap over skirt and found her stocking tops and warm smooth thigh waiting for him.

Sue said she could see from his reaction that he was both pleased and excited to find that she'd worn stockings for their meeting. She said she could see his hard cock under his trousers and he couldn't keep his hand still, rubbing it up and down her thigh, over the roughness of the stocking welt and onto the flesh of her smooth thighs.

Graham asked Sue if she was okay with what was happening and whether she would tell me of their arrangement. She told him that if she wasn't okay with things she wouldn't have been there and that, for the time being at least, she wouldn't be telling me or anyone else about what they were getting up to.

They sat and talked for about half an hour with Graham going no further than pushing his hand to the top of Sue's thigh and gently rubbing the tiny black strip of cloth that covered her cunt. Sue said it was turning her on to have this man's hands under her skirt in a pub, albeit that there were only a few other customers in there. 

As they were getting ready to leave Graham leaned over close and whispered "Sue, do you remember what you did for me the last time we went for a drink". Sue said she looked at him all coquettishly and whispered, "Do you want me to take my knickers off, Graham" and laughed. With that she disappeared into the ladies toilets and removed her thong, coming back out with it in her handbag.

As they walked to the car Sue said Graham had slipped his hand up the back of her skirt to check that she really was bare arsed.

In the car Graham had put Sue's seat back into recline and opened her skirt wide to get access to her now, bare cunt. He'd fingered her to a very exciting climax before pushing his seat back and undoing his trousers. This was the first time Sue had seen Graham's cock and she said he was pretty well endowed with a big round bell end. She said he was "Cut" which is how she prefers her cocks and she didn't need too much encouragement to lean over and take it into her mouth.

She said it was pretty apparent that Graham was both very excited and also probably hadn't had sex in quite a while as she'd barely wanked his cock into her mouth for a couple of minutes before he let out a deep, animal grunt and shot his load into the back of her mouth. After a few minutes he'd recovered himself enough to tell her what a wonderful little slut she was and were they on for another lesson next week. Sue had said, same time, same place, same price next week and then told him to drive her home.

All the while Sue had been telling me about her adventure we'd been playing with each other and kissing, and I was sure I could still taste the remnants of Graham's spunk in her mouth which I was finding a real turn on and some physical evidence of what had taken place in the car. As we fucked afterwards I had visions of Graham's fingers in the cunt that was now wrapped around my rock hard cock.

The next week went by quickly and it didn't seem any time before Sue was heading out for her second lesson with Graham. The evening followed pretty much the pattern of the first with Graham feeling up her stockinged legs and playing with her cunt in the pub before a blow job in the car on the way home. The major difference was in the conversation they had where Graham was bemoaning the lack of sex in his marriage and quizzing Sue about our sex lives. Sue had told him that we were still in the first flush of our marriage and fucked most evenings. She said I hadn't been suspicious about her driving lessons but that she'd enjoyed our fucking after the first lesson as she felt such a slut to be taking her husbands cock still with the taste of his spunk on her lips. Graham had found that so dirty and exciting that he'd joked about how much better it might have been with his spunk in her cunt.

So I guess the seeds had been sown by Graham which would eventually lead to him fucking my wife and planting his spunk in her belly.

Several weeks past of very similar activity with the conversations getting dirtier and Graham spending more time fingering Sue and talking to her about letting him fuck her. For our part, we enjoyed talking about the possibility as we fucked after each lesson.

The nights were starting to draw in as autumn approached and now Sue was arriving home from her lessons in the dark. Still, more often than not, with the taste of Graham's spunk in her mouth and often very turned on by the amount of fingering and dirty talk she'd received. Then one evening she arrived home and I knew straight away that things had gone to the next level.

As I sat in the armchair Sue stood beside me and giggling, said, "Put your hand up my skirt I've got a surprise for you". I pushed my hand under the hem of her skirt, up over her stocking tops, onto the smooth flesh of her thighs and then onto her sticky, wet cunt lips which seemed engorged and prominent. I lifted the skirt high and looked for the first time at my young wife's cunt freshly fucked by another man. I ran my fingers through all the slippery warm wet spunk that was oozing from her engorged cunt lips, running down her thighs and wetting her dark brown stocking welts. I could smell the musky smell of another mans spunk and licked my finger to get a taste of it.

Sue must have been right when she said Graham wasn't getting much sex at home as judging by the amount that was now oozing down her thighs there must have been a good weeks supply there. She was quite nervous about how I would react but I was so turned on by it all that all I wanted to do was to bury my head into that warm, wet musky place and reclaim the cunt that was rightly mine.

Within minutes I had Sue laid back on the bed with her legs spread wide and her wonderful used cunt wide open to my fingers and tongue. In my urgency there wasn't time to strip her, so she lay there in the slut clothes that Graham had so recently fucked her in. I was soon sliding my cock into that warm wet tunnel that was coated in the fresh spunk of another man, and the feel of it on my cock was electric. Added to that, the knowledge that my fresh young wife had just been fucked by a driving instructor old enough to be her father, made holding back almost impossible.

That first cuckolded fuck was fast and furious and the memory of it would endure for many, many, years afterwards. The second fuck was much more relaxed and followed over the next hour as Sue took me minute by minute through the past two hours which culminated in her arriving home with a freshly fucked cunt.

The driving lesson had gone pretty much as always with Graham behaving very properly and giving Sue good driving tuition. Then the suggestion of a drink, and the short drive to the small out of town pub which they'd used on previous weeks. The time in the pub was spent in pretty much the same way too, Sue removing her knickers and sitting knee to knee with Graham as he felt up her legs and played with her cunt. The conversation had been fairly similar too although now Graham was complaining quite vehemently about his wife and that fact that she never seemed to want to fuck anymore.

Towards the end of the chat in the pub Sue said she was feeling very sorry for Graham, whom she'd grown to be quite fond of over the past weeks. As they were getting ready to leave the pub and he was still stroking her legs she said maybe she'd have to do something about Graham's problem, which had him grinning from ear to ear as they walked back to the car. 

As they drove back to town they had to pass a forestry commission site which had a secluded car park. This car park was quite notorious for it's out of hours activities as a lovers lane for courting couples, and even the odd peeping tom was known to have plied their trade there.

Graham pulled his car into the forest car park and slowly made his way to the farthest quiet corner. It was just dark but still quite warm and there were a couple of other cars parked in different areas of the car park probably doing what Graham had in mind for my wife. When they had stopped Graham had leaned over and started mauling Sue's breasts and pushing his hands up her skirt to part her legs. Sue said she had responded strongly as the drink she'd consumed, combined with the thought of being fucked in the car, had got her excited and turned on.

They'd agreed that the back seats would afford them a bit more room and more comfort, so they'd scrambled out of the front seats and got into the back of the car. Immediately Sue said Graham was all over her, pulling her blouse and bra off and lifting her skirt to reveal her stockings and suspenders and bare fanny. She had undone his trousers and helped him to get out of them so she could get both hands around his cock and balls.

She said Graham was so worked up and pushed her back on the seat to get his face down to her cunt where he started to bury his tongue in her warm wet love hole. She said he was very experienced and she loved the way he'd teased her clitty before burying his tongue as far up her cunt as he could manage. He'd even lifted her legs higher so he could run his tongue around the rim of her arsehole which made her feel so dirty and used that she almost came with his tongue in her arse.

When he'd got between her legs Sue said she'd taken hold of his cock, which by now was rock hard, and gently eased it between her excited cunt lips. He'd pushed hard into her until she could feel his balls banging on her bum. The fuck was quite frenetic but also very exciting and Sue said he had her climaxing for several minutes before he let out a roar and she knew he was filling her cunt with his hot thick spunk, the very spunk that was now spread all over my cock and which my fingers could still feel in her well used cunt. She said he'd collapsed over her, out of breath but saying over and over how wonderful she was and what a fantastic fuck she'd given him.

As she reached the climax of the story I gently eased myself better her spread thighs and with all those dirty and sexy thoughts going around in my mind I again pushed my cock into my wife's ever willing cunt. Knowing that she'd had the cock of another guy buried deep in her cunt that evening and that she'd let him fill that cunt with his spunk was the most exiting and glorious feeling I'd ever experienced and I loved her all the more for letting it happen.

In the weeks that followed calling off at the car park after each lesson had become the normal routine and I would wait excitedly at home for my wife to arrive home with a fresh load of spunk between her thighs. The pace of their fucking, whilst still fresh and exciting, had got less frenetic and longer, and Sue always seemed to arrive home well fucked and well satisfied. Graham spent more time playing with Sue's tits, cunt and arse and used his fingers and tongue to bring her to the boil before burying his cock up her cunt and filling her with spunk.

For my part, I learned to take my time enjoying my wife's used cunt and loved her recounting every detail of that nights adventures. I learned that I not only liked the idea of my wife being fucked by other guys but that I liked the feel and smell of her body and her cunt after she'd been so used and I even liked the odd lick of her cunt with that thick salty spunk lingering on her cunt lips.

Of course Sue passed the advanced driving test first time, Graham had always kept to his side of the deal and given her an hour of professional instruction before claiming his reward between her thighs. So all ended well and who knows, maybe Sue may need a refresher course sometime in the future.