Tuesday, June 30, 2009

4x4ing

The hot water felt great on my mud caked naked body. I had been working with my brother and dad dehorning cattle all day long and I stunk like cow poo and mud. Once I was cleaned up and freshly shaven I toweled off and made my way to my bedroom. Upon entering my room I dropped the towel, shut and locked the door and lay down on my bed. The bottom drawer of my nightstand contained some self pleasure toys that I used often. I selected a large life like vibrator and slowly inserted it into my soaking wet snatch. The feel of the large cock filling me up was unbelievable and I hadn't even turned it on yet. Once in all the way I slowly pulled it back out and repeated the motion, just working it in and out of my cunt.

"Oh yes," I moaned as I turned the cock on and let the vibrations send chills through my body.

I switched it onto the high setting and buried it deep within me. I could never last very long with the cock on high and could feel an orgasm already building. I just held onto the end of it while my legs were spread wide and ass hiked up in the air. I was so hot and wet and knew it wouldn't be long before I came. I held on as long as I could but lust overcame me and I let my body take control and came with a force, my body kicked and bucked like a wild mustang and I had to burry my face in a pillow to muffle my screams. They toy cock could do nothing to stop the flood as I came and soaked the bed. I grabbed a hold of the toy and pulled it out of my pussy and just gasped unable to breath or move. Finally, after what seemed like forever I was able to get up, clean myself up and proceeded to ready myself for the evening. Aside from being a full time student in college, and working around the farm I also tend bar a few nights a week at one of the many local bars.

I selected a fire red g-string and matching half cup bra, along with a short little faded denim skirt and a tight low rise midriff baring tee shirt was pulled over my "girls". I figured it would be a busy night so I opted to wear my 4" high black knee high boots. After doing just a bit of make up I pulled my hair into a pony tail and off to work I went. As I was driving to town I noticed that my skirt did nothing to hide my g-string, or anything else for that matter.

Out in our neck of the woods there aren't any fancy joints, just good 'ol honky tonk type bars and "Shooters" was one of the wildest. Pickup trucks far out number cars in the county and the parking lot was full of them. I found a spot and pulled my truck in and made my way inside.

Steve Earls' "Copperhead Road" was blasting from the 8 huge speakers mounted on the walls and the bar as well as many of the tables was full of guys and gals drinking and talking. Dave and Dana were behind the bar serving drinks left and right. I had just walked behind the bar when all the guys at the bar raised their glasses and bottles up and cheered LILA LILA LILA LILA SLAM!!!! Down came the bottles and glasses. I smiled and waved to everyone and went to the back room to hang my purse up. Dave, who owns the place, was ready to head out for the night, leaving the place to Dana and myself.

"You two girls have fun and keep things in order and under control," Dave told me with a grin. Dave knew Dana and I always had fun and could keep em all in line.

"Sure thing boss, we just stay behind the bar and serve drinks, nothing more. I told him.

"Yeah, it's not like we get on the bar and dance and flirt with the guys," Dana piped in.

With one last look Dave was out the door, leaving Dana and I to run the show. Dana was dressed in a tight ass pair of super low rise jeans and a tank top that barely contained her perky breast and long brown hair. All night long we stayed busy, serving drinks, a bit of dancing, and lots of flirting. The guys all loved when we got on the bar and line danced to "The Devil Went Down to Georgia". I know dam well that they all got a good view up my skirt and at my red g-string.

By 2pm, bar time, most everyone had already gone home for the night. A couple guys were in the back room playing pool. As Dana started cleaning up the front of the bar I made my way to the back room to clean up there. Jason and Josh, two regulars, were just finishing there pool match.

"Just one more shot and you owe me $20," Jason told Josh as he lined up his shot.

"Bullshit, there aint no way in hell you can make that." Josh sot back.

The boys noticed that I was there and after a quick glance, went back to the pool game. The two of them are always the last two to leave the bar every Thursday night. I stopped picking up bottles and cans long enough to watch Jason strike the cue ball, making it hop over Josh's ball and hit the 8 ball, letting it roll into the corner pocket. Jason just smiled and laid down his cue and winked at me.

"That was pure luck," Josh explained as he laid a $20 on the table. "Thanks for letting us finish Lila."

"No problem," I told them, "but the two of you owe me a road trip some night."

"Hell, there aint no better time than right now," he said as he slid the twenty across the table to me, "just grab a box of beer and meet me at my place."

I told him I would close up, grab some beer and meet him at his place in 15 minutes. I told Dana I was leaving and out the door I went. Jason's place wasn't too far out of town and I saw the lights were on in his shop so I pulled my truck up by the door and went inside. Jason was over in a side room, reclined in a bucket seat out of some car or truck, watching Speed Channel. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around him, pressing my "girls" into his head and whispered in his ear. "Are we staying here or going for a road trip?"

He turned his head upward, gazing down my top before going to my eyes, and said," S-10 or the Silverado?"

I knew that the S-10 had a history on road trips so I told him I wanted to go in that. I leaned down, kissed his lip and just let my tongue brush his and pulled away again.

"S-10 it is."

I followed him out the door, over to the shed and climbed up in the jacked up and souped up 4x4 truck. As he backed out of the shed I asked what all he had done to the truck. "Well I took out the V6 and installed a 383 stroker, added a 3" suspension lift, dual exhaust, bigger tire and a few other mods, and the automatic transmission makes it nicer for other activities as well."

I just smiled to myself, thinking, if he plays it right he might just get some of those other activities.

Four or five beers, and about 15 miles later found us down off the road in a large swampy area known as "The Marsh". Jason asked me if I wanted to have some fun and of course I was all for it. He shifted into 4-high and slowly turned down a steep bank and right into the stream. The creek was at least 3 feet deep and he slowly made his way down it, still spraying mud and water as we went. It must be a country thing; cause I was turned on just by driving through a muddy river, my g-string was soaked. I lifted my skirt a bit and rubbed my box while Jason continued to maneuver down the stream and up the bank and into the woods. I was lost in my own little world when all of the sudden the truck tipped severely to the left and slid down into the swamp. I fell over onto Jason, hand still on my pussy and other holding my beer. We just sat there for a second and neither of us said a word. Then, in the glow of the "sex lights" I could see Jason grin.

"Son of a bitch, I think we might just be stuck." Jason told me as he climbed out of the driver's side window. "Yep sure as hell are."

He got his cell phone out and called Josh, told him where we were and hung up. "You might as well get out; it will be a bit before he gets here." I crawled out of the window and into his arms, as to not get my boots muddy. His hand was on my bare ass and he gave it a little squeeze.

"I can think of one good thing about being stuck, and it's this good looking blonde I have with me right now." He said with a grin.

I shoved my left hand into his mouth and his eyes lit up after tasting my pussy juice. He quickly lifted me into the bed of the truck, hiked up my skirt and pulled the g-string aside. With my legs spread he dove head first into my soaked cunt, licking and sucking like a madman. His tongue kept darting in and out working in deep and working my clit as well. Two fingers made there way in as he kept eating me out and started finger fucking me as well. My hands had lifted my shirt up and I was massaging both of my boobs, he took his free hand and worked one of them as well. He kept eating and sucking on my pussy and I could feel the orgasm building. Jason could sense it as well and went at me faster and harder. All at once I just let go, cumming with a force and covering his face. "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!! OH YESSSS!! Oh god, wow that was great! Now it's my turn"

I made him lay down in the truck bed and I undid his jeans, pulling them along with his briefs down, reveling his cock, not the largest but nice(bout 7 inches). I knelt down and in one gulp, took all 7inches in my mouth and sucked and bobbed my head up and down, sucking for all I was worth. I kept sucking and played with his balls, as he just laid there and enjoyed the show, and feeling. I wasn't about to let him cum just yet so I pulled back and stood up and pulled my g-string down my legs and tossed it in the cab of the truck. He stood up and had me face the cab, legs spread and bent over the roof. His cock easily slid into my snatch, it had been soaking wet for almost an hour. The feeling of being filled was wonderful and neither of us said a word as he took control and worked his cock in and out of me; the only sound was of the truck suspension moving. He continued fucking me, slowly increasing his pace, and grabbed onto my hair and pulled back slightly, just to keep me on him. I was nearing my peek as was he and urged him to go harder.

"OK, you asked for it you little slut!"

He let go of my hair and grabbed my hips and started sawing his cock in and out of me at a breathtaking speed, each time hitting bottom and slapping his balls against me. I was panting like a dog and sweating like mad, so hot and wet. God it felt good! I felt him tense up and all at once he surged into me and dumped load after load into my pussy, filling me up. That was enough for me, and I let go and came with a force back onto his cock, spilling around and all over him.

"Oh my god, that was fucking great Lila." Jason said as he pulled his cock out of my well fucked pussy.

"Yes for sure, very fucking good," I said, "Where do you think Josh is?"

"Not sure, let's just wait in the truck, have another beer." He said.

He climbed down onto the bank and helped me down and set me in the truck then climbed in himself. He smiled and me and we cracked open another beer and he turned the key and started the truck. "What are you doing, I can plainly see that we are stuck." I told him.

"Ah lets give it one more try." He said with a grin.

He shifted into low neutral and engaged the 4x4 lever into low range then the shifter back into drive and gave it a bit of gas. Somehow the truck started moving and he gave it a bit more gas and down into the ditch we went, and he gained more speed with mud flying everywhere and before I knew it we were back up on dry land. I looked at him with a smile and just shook my head.

"You and Josh do that trick often?" I said.

"Well maybe once and a while but usually it's just another buddy with us, not some sexy little blonde."

"Nice, and you didn't have to get stuck to get up my skirt, but it was a nice ploy. Lets get back home though, I have to be up and going by 7 o'clock." I said as I slid my g-string down my legs and hung it on his mirror.

The old saying still rings true, "You can have a lot of fun in a New York minute, but there's something's you can't do inside NO city limit."

Monday, June 29, 2009

4:30 AM

The sounds of a late night game show seem to drag me back to the living world. I'm not even sure I know what it is. Either the one where one person gets to date 4 and dump the ones they don't want, the other one, two people get to date others and then decide if they want to stay together or not. Shit gets weirder all the time. Raising my head, I see that again, I have fallen asleep on the couch. Just another day in the life huh. I stumble through the house, You are asleep on the love seat, Blu is under the coffee table. Tripping over Smokey as I get to the bathroom, I sit to relieve the urgency I have felt since sitting up, and of course Bud decides this would be a perfect time to show me he is still my buddy. NO PAPER, DAMN..... why don't I ever look before I sit down.

When I am finally finished in the bathroom, it is time to remove the days clean laundry and clear a spot for my last hour of sleep before that ............ that......... alarm tells me another wonderful day is about to begin. Walking back into the living room, calling to you, as the stirring starts, I call again to make sure the message is received. You slowly peel yourself from the position that for the life of me I can't imagine spending a few minutes in, let alone the time you have been asleep. I walk into the bedroom as you make the long trip to the facility.

I am in bed when you return to our slightly darkened sleep chamber, at least that's all that has been happening there lately. As you remove the clothes you are wearing I watch, taking in the site of you slowly slipping away the outer coverings of the day. I am not sure if you are aware of my gaze, but you do seem to be taking your time and making it a little more sensual. When the last piece of clothing is laying at the foot of the bed, you climb into the bed, I feel the sway of the water as you approach. My heart starts that climb, the one I go through each time you slip under the covers with me. I am lying on my back, you slide your arm across my chest and lay your head upon my breast. I kiss your forehead and wish you a good night.

We lay there for a short time, I roll slightly to my side to hold you, you turn on to your right side, slipping into a very familiar position. I circle you in my arms ad close my eyes. A brief moment of spooning and I feel you as you begin to softly and slowly move your hips against me, rubbing my soft cock with your ass. This tells me you are not in the mood to sleep. I pull you back against me and cup your breasts in my hands.

Your gyrations have increased in both strength and speed. As if I am not moving along quickly enough, you reach back between us, taking my hardening cock into your hand, pushing it between your leg, spreading slightly. My fingers have found your little button and begun their dance. You moan softly and push your ass into my groin. Not wanting this to be over too quickly I resist the urge to slide into you and instead increase the rhythm of the dance across your clit. Slow circles, and then back and forth, punctuated with an occasional light pinch. I can feel the orgasm start to build inside you, I continue playing with you and start to kiss your back and the back of your neck. Tasting an ear lobe now and then, you tense and push back hard into my groin as you start to cum. Not wanting to let the sensation you were being engulfed with end, I continue to rub, slower and farther away from the little pea that I had been teasing. You relax as the feeling subsides, yet the slight pressure and the teasing keep you on the edge, not letting you come down from the last orgasm. But you, as always, wanting things to move along to the main event, sit up and turn around, your sweet legs laying beside my head as you reach for and find my cock again. It jumps as you lick across the head and down the shaft slowly. I feel you squeeze my balls as you engulf the head and begin to work your way down, letting me slide slowly into your warm, wet mouth.

I start back with my finger dance, this time able to watch as I work. I love to watch as I lay with you. Both the look on your face and the almost begging that I get from your wet pussy as I lick and suck on your lips and clit. This part never seems to last as long as I would like it to and soon you are again cumming and arching your hips to meet my tongue. Not stopping at the end of your current journey I continue the finger and tongue play on you pussy and ass, reaching down often to caress your hard nipples and soft warm breasts. As your third orgasm builds, and your ride over the falls begins, I realize that the licking and stroking I am getting between your peaks is taking it's toll and I am about to unleash a small explosion that has been pent up inside of me for too long.

I rise up from the tasty treat that I was sampling and turn around and move between your legs. You spread far apart and lay open to me, exposed, needy. I slowly rub the head of my cock up and down across the clit that I had just had sucked between my lips, your head thrashing from side to side. I feel another dam about to break and slide myself in, deep and slow. Starting to rock my hips in a slow steady rhythm, you arching your back to increase the slapping of our hips and the depths that am reaching. Picking up speed and driving harder, I can again tell you are on the path to another big "o". The sight of you starting over the edge is all I need, my head falls back and I begin to cum, and cum, and..........

Moving back to give you room, I lay back and watch as you clean up. You slide back under the covers, I snuggle up to your back, with my arms around you. I smile and drift off to sleep.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

4620 Main Street

4620 Main Street, on the corner of Carolina Avenue. Somehow that address has figured large in my life for nearly twenty years now. Things always seemed to just "happen" there, good and bad.

These days it's a Starbucks coffee shop but in my teenage years it was "Carlo's Ice Cream and Soda". Back then, we used to hang out at Carlo's, share blissful hours listening to the old jukebox and flirting with all the local boys. Hanging out there after school and at weekends we learned about life, dreamed of escaping our small town, made friends over Cokes and lost friends when we heard they'd driven their father's Buick into the river. It was there I met my first lover, my first husband and it was there, much more recently, that... well, I'm getting ahead of myself.

Old habits die far too hard and even today, on any given Saturday, I spend an hour or two at 4620 Main Street, sharing a coffee and all the latest small town gossip with my best friend of twenty years, Shanie. That particular Saturday we were earlier than normal, Shanie had an optometrist's appointment and we planned to have our coffee before heading off to pick out some new frames for her.

That evening Shanie planned to take time away from her young family and join me at a concert by one of our very own local boys made good; John Porter. John, or Johnny as we knew him, was born and raised in the next town, went to school with lots of us, made it to California and found success with his band. Most of us around here knew members of John's band, hell I even dated his drummer, a long time ago. These days John still manages to hit the lower end of the Billboard charts with his CD releases, still tours all over the country, and still lives a Hollywood lifestyle.

It had been a long time since he played his hometown, and a lot of us, especially those around my age who had known and gone to high school with John and his band, were looking forward to the concert.

"So, your date with Ed wasn't a success then?" Shanie returned to our table and set my second latte in front of me. She immediately set about sipping her own cappuccino.

"Nope." I thought back to the previous evening and my quiet dinner with a colleague who I thought might be poised to be something more. Ed was a nice guy, but obviously shy and not ready to move on from his last girlfriend—I knew that, even if he didn't. Like most of my dates in the last few years I started out with hopes of passion and finished the evening relieved that it was over.

At thirty-three, fit and still with most of my looks intact, I craved companionship, intellectual stimulation and passionate lovemaking. Having been through one husband and sixteen lovers of various skill-levels and durations, I was running out of options in our small town. "I'm figuring all the decent men have moved away now." I wistfully stared into the froth on my drink. "Not much left out there that I haven't dated, loved or been stood-up by."

"I'm sure there's someone out there doesn't fall into that category." Shanie tried to be positive.

"But they'd probably fall through the door drunk every night."

"Thank goodness I've got Frank," Shanie started down a familiar monologue about how her husband was always ready for her, was such a good lover and had the biggest cock in town. I always thought that, knowing Shanie's history, she was well-placed to judge. Self preservation had me switching off from the conversation at this point, a lack of sexual activity for over a year now had me wondering if I would ever know what a cock felt like inside me again, never mind finding a good man to share a good fuck with.

My eyes had started wandering around the coffee shop as Shanie continued to remind me of my unfulfilled desires. I didn't notice him at first, then my eyes caught up with the guy who'd come in and was heading to the counter and my brain insisted there was something familiar about him.

I watched as he slowly walked past the tables and sofas near the door and over towards the counter, where he stood back and read the menu board before stepping forward to make his order. I guess I knew instantly who he was, but tried to convince myself it wasn't him, not wanting to peel away the outer layer of my soul and open it up to the harsh stinging touch of a day long past and a deep regret.

"Spotted some fresh meat?" Shanie giggled to me as my eyes locked on the newcomer.

I gazed on just a few seconds longer before answering, "Nothing fresh there. That's Wayne Kelly."

Shanie's eyes flicked back to the figure waiting for his drink. "Oh... my... God. So it is."

As I continued to focus on Wayne my mind flashed back to another time, the same place and how close he came to becoming my first lover. We'd dated for two months, it was all good. I knew he was leaving to work as John Porter's drummer, but he swore he'd come back. We had a date on his last night in town and I'd decided to surprise him, give him all of me. That afternoon my dad took ill and I never made it to Carlo's, where we were to meet. Those were the days before cell phones and I basically stood Wayne up. We hadn't spoken since.

Wayne smiled to the barista as he took his drink and started to slowly retrace his steps to the door. He was almost past us and gone when I heard myself say out loud, "Aren't you even going to say hi?"

Wayne stopped and looked at me, too startled to take much in, but then his features softened as he recognized me through the years. "Claire?" He smiled now. "Shanie?"

Shanie stood up and hugged him while I sat coolly and shook the hand that he offered. "Wow, it's so cool to see you guys. It's been a long time. You look good, really good. All grown up, but looking good."

I felt Wayne's eyes run over my trim figure, pausing at my larger than ample chest. It felt good to be checked out after all this time, but there was no way I was going to give him the pleasure of knowing it. Shanie could bat her eyelids as much as she liked, I was going to be cool. I might have been the one who stood him up, but he could have made some effort to talk to me afterwards and find out what happened.

We chatted for a while, catching up and smiling at the old days. We were all getting on well and as the atmosphere lightened and I felt myself melt towards Wayne and remember the feelings I had for him all those years ago. Wayne was only around for one night, the tour moved on the following day and he was taking a short break from their sound check to look around his old town.

"Look, sorry, but I've really got to get back." Wayne stood up and I noticed his powerful arms and chest stretching the thin cotton shirt he wore. "Are you girls free tonight? Would you like to come to the show?"

I told him we already had tickets.

"Great. Look, why don't I leave a couple of backstage passes for you at the Will Call desk. After the show you can come to the dressing room and have a few drinks with us. It'd be good to catch up with you some more." It seemed a genuine offer, not just a line.

I watched his tight denim-clad ass as he left the coffee shop, but I'd obviously missed the real bulge in my eagerness not to appear eager.

"Did you see size of that?" Shanie giggled when the door was closed. "It was half-way down his thigh, might be the first one I've ever seen bigger than Frank's. He's either got a sock down there or you really missed out on him. God, I guess you never really know with rock stars, but that looked a pretty nice package to me."

I tried to cast my mind back to dating Wayne. I'd never seen nor felt his cock skin to skin, but I had rubbed him through his jeans once or twice. I remembered thinking he was hard as he pushed against me, but the size probably didn't register much back then, as inexperienced as I was.

Shanie continued to talk excitedly about going backstage with John Porter after the concert while I sipped at the last of my coffee, wistfully thinking about what might have been, and allowing myself to wonder if I might just get another chance.

*****

In the end I went backstage by myself, Shanie failing to get the okay from Frank to be out extra-late. When we first picked up the passes Wayne left for us I had resigned to not going at all, but through the concert, watching him pound out the band's rhythm with power, skill and sweat, I decided I wanted to chat awhile. I tried to tell myself I wasn't interested in finding out if Shanie was right about his cock, but I couldn't completely dismiss that possibility either.

I nervously showed my pass to the staff and found my way to the door of the dressing room. One final flash of the pass, and the security guy opened the door and let me in. Immediately I wished I'd gone home. The room was teeming with people, swarmed in groups around the band members, smoking, drinking and generally a lot younger than I was.

I took a few steps into the room, looked around and was just about to make a swift exit when I spotted Wayne. He was sitting on a table at the far end of the room, laughing with a group of people, mainly young girls, and handing out used drumsticks to fans as souvenirs. I watched for a moment as he held court, in his element and totally comfortable with himself. In that instant I saw the boy I'd known all those years ago, and wanted him very badly.

The instinct to run away started to go, but I stood there helplessly, feeling alone in a room full of people and, if the truth be told, also feeling old. Fortunately, Wayne spotted me, slid off his table and started to wards me with a broad smile.

"Hey." He stooped to peck me on the cheek and hold my arm with a comforting grip. "I'm glad you could make it. It was such a thrill to see you today. I didn't want to leave again without spending some time with you. And man, you look so good."

He ushered me over to a table and offered me a drink from a generous spread. I took a plastic cup of wine from him and followed him away from the makeshift bar. Wayne led me to an unoccupied two-seater sofa at the far end of the room and stood by while I sat down. Then he joined me, letting his thigh rub tight against mine.

"So, you ever going to tell me why you stood me up that night?" He smiled as I squirmed a little at his bluntness, however good-natured.

I sipped at my wine and told him the story of my father, how I'd tried to call him the following day, but he was gone and the rest was history. "Forgive me?" I asked with a slightly wistful air.

Wayne looked at me with sincere, deep blue and very familiar eyes. "Hey, the way I felt about you then, how could I not forgive you? I wish I'd come back looking for you a long time ago. Things kind of got out of hand a bit for the band after that, water went under the bridge faster than I ever thought, and I just kept thinking it was too late to come back for you." He took my hand and gave it a little squeeze. I should be the one asking if you forgive me. Can you?"

I nodded, not wanting to take my eyes from his and the moment we were creating.

As we chatted and laughed away the missing years I took stock of Wayne, ten years on. He still had almost all of his thick black hair, his eyes brought back dates we'd had, parking out by old man Hilliard's orchard and the feeling of his tight thigh-stretched jeans pressing into my similarly-clad leg was starting to light a fire elsewhere in my jeans. His skin told of a few years, probably more than a few drinks and I'm sure more girls than I could imagine, but overall he'd worn well and pounding the drums every day had kept him fit.

As we swapped stories of the missing years I glanced occasionally to see if I could catch a glimpse of what Shanie had spotted, but failed miserably. More and more as we chatted I found the desire to find out growing in me.

After an hour the crowd started thinning and occasionally as someone left they would ask Wayne to add his autograph to a CD cover or a poster. Each time he did what he was asked, always smiling an apology to me as his attention diverted from me. "Anywhere we can go to chat a little more... if you'd like to of course?" he asked as he handed back a CD to one fan.

I laughed a little. "You know this town. Nothing much changes. There's a dance club, but it's too loud to talk there. Anyway, I'm hardly dressed for dancing." I indicated my Levis and silk shirt.

"Looks fine to me." Wayne smiled. "What about we get a coffee and walk a little while? I'd like to have another look around if you don't mind. And..." He stood up and offered me his hand. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather go back in time with."

We left the theatre through a back door, walked around and found a small coffee shop just as it was closing for the evening. Wayne joked with the girl and persuaded her to rustle us up a couple of large lattes. The next hour was a blur as we walked around some familiar streets discussing our childhood days. We felt close, as only very old friends and nearly-lovers can. When our coffee cups were discarded he took my hand and gently steered me across roads and down streets he remembered. I was a willing accomplice in recovering Wayne's memories and I was melting in his presence.

I made a few sly attempts to see if there was any evidence of what Shanie claimed to have seen, but either my angle was all wrong or she had been teasing me. Still, as we walked through the darkened early-morning streets I started to get the feeling that I might know for sure soon enough.

"Where are you staying?" I asked as we sauntered down a street from his past and my present.

He mentioned the only decent hotel in town, a ten-minute walk away. "Why?"

I tried to keep eye contact, but the moment lost me and I looked at a house to my left. "Because I live here and we could have another drink if you like."

Still holding my hand, Wayne started up the path to my front door and said, "Nice place."

I walked through the lounge and hallway, switching on but dimming the lights as I went. Wayne paused to look at my CD collection as I made it to the kitchen. I thought of asking if he preferred more coffee or some wine, but decided to go with the wine.

I was opening a bottle of Californian white when he came into the kitchen and asked. "If you're dad hadn't taken ill that night. We would have made love. Right?"

"Right." My voice quivered a little and the heat between my legs increased a little.

"Right." He paced around my small kitchen area. "I've always thought that. Always gnawed at me. Always wondered... you know.... what if."

"Same for me." I put the wine down on the counter and turned to face him, hoping he didn't notice the extra moisture in my eye but that he did notice the extra button I'd undone.

He walked forward and wrapped his arms around me. "You were very special to me. I needed to go, I needed the career it gave me, but I wanted you, you were the only regret I ever had."

"Regrets aren't good." I looked into his eyes and he leaned forward and kissed me.

His lips pecked all around my lips as his arms pulled me closer. Then, when I felt his chest against mine, his thighs against mine and his lips closing around mine, I opened my mouth and tasted him for the first time in way too many years.

More than anything it was his arms around me that dissolved me. For so long I'd only felt the touch of inexperienced local men and boys, now here I was in the arms of my teenage boyfriend who'd been around the world and come back home. I felt warm all over, let my hands wander over his back and down to pull his ass into me. My fingers slipped into his jeans' pockets, just the way they did when we dated all those years ago.

"I missed you so much for a long time." Wayne looked down at me and I saw a passion in his eyes that I'd not seen in a man for so long. "I wish I'd come back, but I just... God, I wish I'd come back."

"No matter," I smiled and pulled my hands up to start unbuttoning his shirt, "Things happen for a reason, you're here now, let's do something about all those regrets shall we?" I pulled him tight against him again and kissed him. This time I could feel that he was ready to do something about those regrets, and that Shanie was probably right after all.

I pulled open his shirt and ran my hands across his chest, feeling the muscles and watching his hairs spring back into place as they were released by my hand. I found a nipple and tweaked it, feeling him harden, not the way mine were hardening, but there was a change in shape there. His hands were all over my ass, pulling me up and into him, his fingers as far around as they could go, trying to reach the heat coming from my crotch. I kissed him again and let my hand wander down between us to the front of his jeans.

I almost broke our kiss and gasped when I found him. He had been down his jeans' leg and was now trying to erect from those confines. The result was a huge bulge that stretched down his leg. I grasped the bulge with my hand and squeezed. Wayne pulled hard between my legs from behind.

"My God," I breathed to him, "you feel huge."

He thrust his pelvis forward as he answered, "You feel great."

Without another word he lifted me off my feet and through to the lounge. There he laid me gently on the sofa, kneeled in front of me and kissed me softly as he started to pull at my T-shirt. I sat up and allowed him to pull the shirt over my head. Victoria's Secret had done me proud and my light blue bra contrasted nicely with my skin.

"I only ever touched them like this." Wayne reached out and ran his hand on the outside of the material, pushing my breasts back to me and bringing them ever more alive as his hand wandered. "I always wanted more. You always had the best chest in school."

As he reached behind me to unclasp my bra I started to unbuckle his belt, pulling at him urgently, needing to release that monster I knew was in there. He pulled my bra straps down over my arms but I continued to work at his jeans, only displaying my chest fully after I'd unzipped him and fished inside his pants for him. He was so big it was impossible to release him while he was kneeling so I asked him to stand while I pulled away his jeans and boxers.

He was enormous. I'd never had such a big cock at my disposal. He was at least eight and maybe nine inches long, with a girth that matched. The head was smooth and swollen, pulsing with his heartbeat as it tried to stretch further. As I ran my hand over his length I wondered at his hardness, the power of his cock and how straight it was. There was a slight bend in it that ensured extra pleasure when I got him inside me.

Wayne reached down and let his fingers play with my nipples and as he gripped them tighter and squeezed I reciprocated by squeezing his full balls. I couldn't take my eyes of his huge cock as I played with it and felt his hands caress my boobs. There was a raging fire in my pussy, but I couldn't resist one of my very favorite things, especially with such a magnificent tool.

I pulled Wayne towards me, forcing him to let go of my breasts but allowing me to ease his hard on into my cleavage and wrap my boobs around him. I looked up and saw a familiar smile beam down at me. "Your cock feels good there. How's it feel to you?" I pressed my boobs in towards him and eased up and down while I spoke, stroking him with the soft flesh, watching as at least three inches of cock came up and down in front of me. I'd done this before a few times and the most cock I ever saw coming up was a tip, or a head. He was so big I was able to incline my head down to him and lick the end of it as he stroked upwards. Each time I flicked it out he whispered, "Oh God" as I wrapped my slippery tongue around as much of him as I could.

Wayne stood before me, easing his cock between my breasts and breathing heavily. "Ever since we met this afternoon I've felt like a teenager again. Another minute or two of this and I'll be coming like a teenager. This is incredible. Oh God."

He inclined his head backwards and his cock came up through my cleavage again. "It's okay baby," I reassured him, "go ahead, come for me. We've waited long enough, come."

It was almost immediate. A couple of thrusts of his hips, and extra squeeze from me and that huge cock started jumping between my breasts and spitting long white streams of come over me. When the fifth and sixth spurts subsided and the last of his seed seeped out of him I looked up, come on my cheek and chin, and smiled at Wayne. He shivered as his body returned from the high of his climax.

"My, my, you do seem to come a lot Wayne." I let his cock ease out from between my breasts and wiped up his ejaculation with my hand. "I think if I'd seen that all those years ago I might've been shocked!" It sure put most of my previous lovers in perspective. There was nothing worse than giving your finest blowjob and some unappreciative guy dribbles out a little come for you. Wayne's spurting display was just reward for letting him fuck my tits.

"That was seventeen years of desire, right there." He grinned as he started to pull apart the buttons on my jeans.

"I know how that feels." I started to push my jeans off my hips for him, "seventeen years is a long time to wait for something."

Standing with my panties and jeans around my ankles, Wayne pulled me to him and drove his urgent tongue deep into my mouth. I felt one hand on my ass, clamping me to his semi-hard cock and the other coming back to keep my nipples fully aroused and stoking the boiler between my legs. I lifted a knee up to his side, the better to get my heated pussy next to his skin. I managed to press hard enough to get the tiniest rub of my swollen clit against his thigh, shooting waves of pleasure all around my body.

"Mind you," Wayne broke out embrace and started to ease me to the floor, "seventeen years ago I probably wouldn't be able to do this."

He laid me on the floor and held each of my breasts to his mouth while he licked, sucked and flicked his tongue at my nipples, forcing me to close my eyes and concentrate on the pleasure flowing around my body like super-heated blood waking up my every nerve. By the time he'd worked his way down to my pussy I was almost ready to scream with need.

Wayne certainly knew his way around a slick pussy. I felt his hands softly caress my thighs inside and out as his tongue drew delicious long licks up and down my slit. I relaxed and started to float on the pleasure he was building in me as he patiently worked my aching pussy, occasionally delighting me more by darting his tongue inside. It had been a long time since I was so totally in the sexual moment and without realizing it at first I was touching my own breasts and pulling gently on my nipple.

I felt the lightest touch of the drummer boy's fingertips creeping up the inside of my thigh, inching towards the fire his expert tongue was building as he sucked and teased. Without pausing, Wayne let his finger crawl beyond my pussy lips and deep into my soaking wet hole. With his finger firmly wedged in there, he continued to lick me, but now he'd moved on to some super-fast flicking of my clit with the tip of his tongue.

I knew it was only a matter of time before the building climax started to shatter my reality, but there was one thing in the world I wanted more than a huge orgasm with Wayne's head between my open and wanton thighs. "Wayne," I found the words hard, my heart pounding with excitement and anticipation, "you think you could please get that cock of yours inside me? Like, now."

He straightened up from licking me, bringing with him a fresh erection that was as impressive at second sight as it was at first. I eased a cushion under my head and watched as he flattened my right leg and held my left bent and away from me. Straddling my right leg and holding my left with his hand he took hold of his huge dick and took aim for my open, wet and ready pussy. As he started inside me I couldn't believe how long the sensation of that first thrust went on. Deeper and deeper he came into me without stopping. I felt him bump up against the deepest part of me and realized that there was something in the size argument. Never before had anyone been so deep in me.

As he started a slow, steady, rhythm of long strokes inside me Wayne reached up and took hold of my breasts one at a time and pressed them into me, twisting the nipples between his fingers and rolling them as he moved from one to the other. I gasped in pleasure at the totality of the lovemaking. His hand found its way back to my clit, making sure it was keeping pace with the rest of my body as he carried me closer and closer to the moment.

"Come inside me," I urged. "Deep inside me, I want to feel you."

Wayne, started to breathe deeply and increased his rhythm, pulling me along with him as his fingers rubbed me and my clit cried out for more. I knew he couldn't last much longer and started my own counter rhythm, meeting his strokes with thrusts of my own and encouraging him with everything I had.

Wayne took the hint, let my leg come back down to the sofa and grasped my hips to aid his slowing and lengthening thrusts. It was only moments later when I saw his belly start to tighten and he brought his other hand back to finish my clit off. I slammed back at him for all I was worth, knowing that I would lose what little control I had over my own body at any moment. As I came I took one last look at Wayne's scrunched pre-orgasm features as I closed my eyes and let the moment have every last inch of my body.

The intensity of it all was incredible. All at once my whole body was molten pleasure, my pussy was hosting a huge coming cock and Wayne was still rubbing at my clit, teasing every second out of the biggest climax of my life. I felt his ejaculation shoot hard inside me as his strokes broke their rhythm and his monster cock jumped inside of me, spurting and shooting another load of his lovely thick white come.

As the last quakes of our shattering moments subsided Wayne eased himself down beside me, his cock still staying inside me despite deflating. He wrapped his strong arms around me, smiled one more time and pulled me close. I felt his skin rub against me, seemingly from cheek to toe, both of us making tiny movements, keeping our nerve endings alive and high. Seventeen years had disappeared between us.

As I lay in Wayne's arms, seventeen years after I should have lost my virginity to him, I thought again of the magic of 4620 Main Street. That morning I'd been having a coffee there, wondering where my next date was coming from, never mind the most intense lovemaking of my life. I held onto Wayne, felt that monster of his against my thigh and smiled at the thought.

Like I said, things happen at 4620 Main Street.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

4 Moments with 2 Lovers

1.

"Can you reach my pussy from there?"

Bram reached a hand over in the sand where it fell short from Alla's hip by four inches.

"Nope."

Alla scooted her hips six inches to the right. "How about now?"

Bram got a finger under her bikini bottom and cupped her sun-warmed little pussy. Immediately she abandoned the pretense of convenience and scooted right up to him, and he got serious about getting his hand all up in her softly furry little pussy.

Her juice came to him and he stirred it around and moved all the lumps and bumps against each other and held her whole pussy in his hand and pressed a part of a finger into her. She wiggled with happiness and he dug in with soft fingers.

She rolled up almost on top of him and started to rock as he got some rhythm with her. It was a hot Saturday afternoon and she was ready to pop like a cork. Sometimes he really knew what to do, he just held her sex and she felt almost whipped around by pleasure as he gave of his hand to give her cunt some love.

"Whoooooooooooo." she finally said and BANG, she could swear her vision went out for a second. She snuggled into him. That was a good man she had there.

2.

"Hey honey, can you come in and fuck me for a second?"

Bram wiped his hands off on his pants and let the lawnmower die. "Sure."

He grinned a little and hopped up the front steps. "Cleaned up or not?"

"Not."

Alla lay down on the floor and scooted her panties out from underneath her skirt. She said, "Man, I'm glad you're around."

His pants were down in a second and he got on his knees and put a palm right away against her crotch.

"Just get it wet and put it in. Please."

He needed no more prodding than that. He lay forward and put his gasoline and grass smelling body against her and went ahead and got it wet and pushed it in.

"Oh yum...ass ass ass," she prayed.

He reached under her with strong arms and got one warm ass cheek under each hand. In her favorite way he pulled up her cunt into him so all she had to do was spread and let go. He rode her up on his cock, just getting himself off and taking his time. It was her desire to be fucked like this sometimes, just plundered for her pleasure.

He came into her so juicy.

"Thanks. Now go finish the lawn."

3.

"You want some asshole?"

His eyebrows raised. "Fingers?"

She looked him straight in the eye, "Cock."

He was already hard. He wrapped his hands around her waist under the covers and pulled her naked morning body towards him.

"Go slow!" she reminded.

He rubber her all over for a moment but it wasn't too long before he was licking her bottom and letting his tongue be the relacation machine all over her ass and pussy.

She did not regret the decision. His wild adoration and desire did relax her and he licked her so goddamn good she hardly wanted him to go slow. But he sure did go slow. He was not going to blow this. He filled her body with hands and her little pink asshole with tongue.

"Fuck my pussy a little first."

She stayed on her tummy and lifted that ass up a little. He made it wet and got up in her little cooch just like she likes. She swiveled for him for a little while, pressing her asshold up against his tummy to make him hungry for it. He was hungry.

He wet a finger but good and started working his magic, until he had Alla good and penetrated and feeling wild and ready to buck.

He emptied her pussy and slid his cock head all up and down her crack, getting it so slippery, and when he pushed in and she bit her lip he just stayed still for a little while, until she stopped holding her breath and started to massage his horny cock with her ass wigglings.

He worked his way in, slow like a champ, until he finally had his nice, warm cock tunnel. He was so tender, his big long slow even strokes, giving her time to adjust before going back in, even reaching around and getting good handfuls of her juicy titties before pressing his pubis all the way up flush into her.

After a little while of his steady, sweet working, she finally said, "Okay baby, do it like you like."

He worked his way up to it, but he got in a fury, and coming in her ass felt like coming like a lion in a lioness to him. He filled his hands with titty and his cock with warm, tight, ass. He fucked that warm ass and brought himself to the brink.

She felt it coming and lifted up for him. He exploded with coming. Like a lion.

4.

Bram woke in the middle of the night. He nudged Alla with abject, uncontrollable horniness.

She awoke enough to understand the situation. Ever a good sport, she said, "I'm kinda sore...just do it between my legs?"

He was amenable to that, and she squeezed them together sleepily on her tummy and soon felt slippery cock all over her ass crack and thighs. It was kind of nice, she hoped he would wipe up.

He was excited and happy for her help at this late hour. Her strong, plump little thighs were a pretty nice offering. He plunged his entire cock and balls into the sweetness of her bootie and she managed to give a nice wiggle and undulation without hardly waking up at all. He gratefully came to delicious pleasure in her warm crevasses.

She had such wonderful legs and he felt so lucky that he got to slide in between them when so many men had see them come out from beneath her bathing suit and silently wished for the same thing. Oh, her tasty little ass he thought, blissfully, and came. He was polite enough to pad off to the kitchen and get a towel to wipe the sleeping Alla off.

Friday, June 26, 2009

3rd Rendezvous

Rendezvous. Simple word, yet its meaning brings mystery to our planned encounters. My head is still spinning from the last encounter with Clyde. Our passion can bring day to night, lighting the flame of love. Well, it has been a few days since our second rendezvous and it is finally my turn to plant the image of seduction for our third encounter. I have been planning this night in my head since the day we first started flirting and it has only grown more vivid since the last time we made sweet love.

I have planed a romantic dinner, yet a visit to a restaurant sounds boring. But then again, the thoughts on my mind are anything but boring. I asked Clyde to meet me at the restaurant and when he got there, I was waiting at the bar. The grin on his face as he saw me across the bar confirmed that I made the right choice. I had seen many times before, as we would flirt across the room or across the table, not letting anyone know that we were hot for each other, yet tonight there would be more.

As he walked over to me, the teasing started. I slowly turned around letting my legs open just enough for him to catch a glimpse of me with my crotch less panties under a hot red leather mini skirt. Clyde escorted me over to a table and I sat across from him so I could look into his eyes. During dinner I flirted with him by rubbing his legs under the table with my feet starting at his knees and working his way up to his crotch. I could feel his cock stiffen ever so slightly as teased him with my foot. The low cut shirt showing the tight corset I was wearing made it impossible for Clyde to ignore and I would just smile knowing that I brought so much desire to our relationship as I would catch him looking at my breasts. Dinner was over and now the dessert was about to begin....

We walked over to the club next door. This was no ordinary club but a strip club. I had reserved us a table a level just above the main dance floor. We had a plush couch to sit on and a great view of all the girls. I knew a few of the girls there and we had planned a surprise for Clyde and everyone else in the club. Our server Tawny brought us drinks; she had full breasts that peaked out from her top, great tan legs and long soft brown hair. I could see the look in Clyde's eyes that he was attracted to her. We could see a few of the girls giving private dances and as I reached over I could feel that Clyde was starting to get turned on. The next girl to come on the main stage was hot, China. Her long silky black hair, a dragon tattoo down her back, nice round tits, long shapely legs and full lips that say, kiss me. We watched her dance her first song as she danced she looked up and caught us watching her. She motioned for us to come down to the stage and we obeyed her request. I watched as China danced for Clyde, showing him every inch of her delicious body. I loved to watch him as he watched her. He wanted to touch her as she spread her legs teasingly. I caught him licking his lips, I wondered if he was he thinking of her wet pussy or mine?

Now it was my turn, China came motioned me to come join her on stage. She sat me on a plush pillow right in front of the chrome dance pole as she danced so close to my face I could smell the sweet scent of her pussy. As she danced for me the entire club was mesmerized including Clyde. The next song came on and I slowly started to remove my top, with some help from China. My tanned tits and stiff brown nipples were exposed for everyone to see. As China and I started to dance together, I noticed the entire club was focused on our every move. As our song ended China embraced my full breast and passionately kissed my pouty lips, a hot long kiss. As I left the stage Clyde grabbed me and whispered to me how turned on he was.

As the next song started, I decided to give Clyde a little taste of my wetness. I gave him his own private lap dance, teasing him by rubbing my partially naked body on him. I could feel his cock growing to a point that he was about to burst through his pants so I unbutton his pants to ease his pain and enhance the show. The low lighting gave me a chance to push my show beyond a tease. I climbed on his lap with my back towards him and let my wet pussy rub against the tip of his cock. Little by little, more of his cock was touching my pussy until he finally entered me. I rode him slowly hiding the real show just beneath my short skirt. As I was getting ready to cum I looked down by the stage and caught the eye of a hot little red head that was there with another couple. She was watching our every move. The closer I got to cumming I noticed that she had started licking and sucking her fingers. I leaned back and told Clyde to look at her, she must have noticed because she really began sucking her finger. That just made Clyde go nuts and he exploded inside me.

With Clyde's juices still slowly dripping from my hot pussy, I asked Tawny get a drink for the redhead that was watching us. I sent a little note asking her to come up and sit with us. She came up and sat on the other side of Clyde and we talked for a few minutes. Her name was Sydney she was there with another couple and was bored until she saw China and I dance on stage. We talked some more and had a couple more drinks. She confided that she had never been to a strip club before and I asked her if she wanted a private dance. I motioned for both China and Tawny to join us. I enjoy making people happy and I had the perfect opportunity to fulfill my desire. We put on an alluringly tease show for both Sydney and Clyde. Our sexy lap dances and hot bodies were glistening from sweat as we rubbed our bodies against each other, occasionally letting Clyde and Sydney feel our bodies. I could tell that Sydney was really being turned on so I decided to see if she would respond if I kissed the back of her neck and every so lightly on her lips. She moaned with unsure pleasure and kissed me back. I had one more thing up my sleeve to get the entire club excited. I took a cherry from my drink and with that cherry in my mouth, I passed it to Tawny with a hot kiss and she then passed it to China the same way, who passed it to Clyde who then passed it to Sydney.

I asked Sydney if she would like to join us for a moonlit walk on the beach. She agreed and we left the club each of us giving Tawny and China one last kiss and walked across the street to the boardwalk. Just down from the main path in a mostly private area I had stashed some glasses, a nice bottle of wine and a blanket. Sydney's part in the rendezvous was the icing on the cake and beyond my original plans.

As I set out the blanket and pored each of us a drink. Clyde was touching the small of Sydney's back and caressing her breasts. Once the blanket was set up, we all sat down I noticed that Clyde's cock was rock hard again and really needed to be given some room to breathe, so I reached over and unzipped his pants. I started so lick his cock, I love the way his cock feels inside my mouth. He lay back on the blanket I removed his jeans and continued to lick, suck and stroke his manhood. I looked up to see that Clyde was playing with Sydney's breasts again and helping her out of her blouse. Sydney kneeled over him, kissing him and letting him kiss her breasts.

I reached up and gently touched her thighs and she moaned and leaned into me, letting me know she has the same desires I had. She was wearing thin tights just under a short mini skirt and I proceeded to get closer to her pussy area slowly. I finally reached her pussy and could feel how wet she really was. I continued to stroke Clyde's cock as I started to rub and play with Sydney's clit through the tights. I decided to move in on her, started kissing the back of her neck, and guided her to lie down on her back. I slowly remover her tights and her panties and buried my face in her wet pussy, licking and teasing her clit. I was not ready for her to cum yet just and wanted her to get so hot that she would almost explode. While I was going down on her she had reach over and was stroking Clyde's dick. I motioned for us to get in a triangle. Clyde was face first in my hot wet pussy, I was still licking and teasing Sydney's wet pussy and she had Clyde's rock hard cock in her mouth. I started to wildly finger Sydney's pussy and she sucked Clyde even harder. Clyde's tongue was doing a dance on my clit. I came first, a shot of my juices ran down Clyde's is face, he came next, filling Sydney's mouth with a hot load of seed as Sydney gave a load moan and squirted he hot juices on my lips, giving me a taste of her sweet nectar.

I sat up and gave Sydney a deep kiss sharing her hot juices so that she could taste her own pussy, and Clyde kissed her, sharing my juices with her. She told me she wanted to go down on me but was nervous because she had never done it before. Without hesitation, she buried her face in my very wet pussy. Clyde joined us and had his hands all over my pussy. He had one hand rubbing my clit and guiding Sydney's tongue and the other had he was fingering Sydney's wet pussy. I was ready to explode and knew that I would explode enough juice to fill a shot glass, especially when I am this hot. I just let loose, to my surprise she drank up as much as she could. That was enough to send both her and Clyde over the edge again. Sydney came again and Clyde blew his load all over my stomach. The three of us lay back on the blanket just exhausted from all the pleasure that we had just encountered. Sydney exclaimed that she had never felt anything like that before. I knew that Clyde enjoyed our third rendezvous by that look in his eyes and that grin on his face. As for me, the fantasy of pleasing everyone as well as enjoying both a hot chic and hot guy at the same time was fulfilled beyond my wildest dreams.

My only thing now is what can I do to top this for my next encounter with my secret lover Clyde???? Now it is Clyde's turn to surprise me on our next rendezvous.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

36D

After fighting my way down the aisle I slid into seat 36C and watched the dreary procession filing into the plane, wondering which of these dour-faced passengers I would be stuck next to for the next ninety minutes. As usual, the few pretty faces I saw found seats well before they reached my row. With my luck I'd probably end up with a chatty old lady telling me about her grandkids the whole flight, or, worse, a sleepy fat guy, taking over the armrest and squeezing me out of my seat.

It looked like the plane was full and I'd escape with the row to myself when a late arrival appeared in the aisle. I couldn't see her too well at first, with the flight attendant in the way, until she was only a few rows in front of me. She was very attractive, probably in her early thirties, short dark hair, a friendly open face, and the kind of lips that seem to be set in a natural smile. I could tell she was tall, but couldn't make out much of her body until she was right at the edge of my seat. She had long legs, and full hips, shown off nicely in her jeans, and -- I caught my breath -- huge, round breasts, right at my eye-level under her tight sweater. I said a quick silent prayer that she was headed for the seat next to mine.

She popped the overhead just above me and lifted her heavy bag up.

"Do you need a hand?" I said.

"No," she said, trying to shove the thing in. With her arms raised, her breasts were right in my face, practically pinning me in my seat. With a final ooomph she got the bag clear of the door and turned around, heading, I supposed, for one of the empty seats behind me. I resolved myself to my fate and wondered how many times I could walk back to the bathroom just to sneak a peak of her.

"Oh," she said, appearing at my side again. "This is it."

I quickly stood up and stepped free of the row. "You're 36D?" I said.

She squeezed past me, her chest just barely brushing my arm. "Actually," she said, smiling, "I'm 36 double-D."

I sat back down, stunned silent. She quietly arranged herself in her seat, adjusting the buckle, putting her bag at her feet, before she burst out laughing. "I'm sorry," she said, "I can't believe I just said that! It's not like me really . . . you just left me too good of an opening."

"I didn't mean . . . "

"No, I know, you were just being polite. I'm Susan."

"Vincent," I said.

We talked the whole flight. We were both going to in Charlotte on business, just for the night. I had to meet with clients and she had to give a presentation. Neither of us knew anybody there, nor had we much desire to see the city. As we started to descend, we agreed to meet for dinner in the restaurant next to her hotel.

On the way out of the airport, walking through the concourse, she spotted the Victoria's Secret.

"Why don't you go ahead," she said. "I'm just going to stop in here."

"Really?" I said, raising an eyebrow. "Did you forget to pack something?"

"No, I just like to pick up a little treat for myself when I come through here."

"I'll tell you what," I said. "Why don't you let me?"

"What?"

"Really, sit down. Let me pick something out for you. My treat."

"I can't let you --"

"No, I insist. I'll buy as long as you wear it tonight."

She looked at me for a second and then smiled. "Alright," she said. "It's a deal."

I went into the store, wondering what I had gotten myself into. I had never bought lingerie for a woman before. The salesgirl, probably used to clueless guys in the store, spotted me right away.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes. Um. I'm looking for something for a . . . a friend."

"Something sexy?" she smiled.

"Yes."

"Do you know her size?"

As a matter of fact I did. "It's 36DD."

"Wow," said the salesgirl. "She's bigger than I am."

As that felt like an invitation to look, I checked out her more than ample chest. I just grinned by way of comment.

"Most girls that size want something to minimize their chest, you know, to smooth out the figure."

"Actually, I was looking for more of a maximizer."

I saw a twinkle in her eye. "Why am I not surprised? Follow me."

I left the store, presented Susan with the bag, making her promise not to peak until later that night. We parted at the hotel shuttle, setting a time for dinner.

I made it to the restaurant first, and sat at the bar waiting for her. She was five minutes late, then ten, then fifteen, and I was into my second beer wondering if she'd thought better of it, or perhaps been offended by my gift. Finally, almost twenty minutes late, she came in. She wore a knee-length skirt and had on a loose-jacket over her top, so I couldn't tell what effect my present had had.

"Hi," I said, getting up to greet her.

"I should kill you," she said.

"What? Why?"

"For making me squeeze into this thing. I feel like Dolly Parton. I only had one shirt that would stretch over them."

I couldn't tell if she was actually angry, or just teasing me.

"Uh, I'm sorry," I said.

"No," she smiled. "It's kind of funny actually. I guess I've learned my lesson -- this is what I should have expected, letting a guy buy my bras."

We were led to a corner booth and she finally took off her coat before she sat down. I almost fell out of my seat. She was wearing a tight, clinging, red top with a deep v-neck showing off amazing cleavage. The bra lifted her breasts and pushed them forward, as I knew it would, and made them look gigantic. I saw a couple of guys in the restaurant turn their heads to stare.

"There," she said. "I hope you're happy."

I stared openly, taking them all in. "I am," I said.

"You know," she leaned forward, giving me an even better view, speaking softly, "I kind of like it. I would never dress like this at home."

"You should. It suits you well."

The waitress came by and told us about the house margarita specials.

"That sounds great," I said.

"I'll have one too," said Susan.

"Better make it a pitcher."

Two pitchers later, we staggered back across the street, Susan giggling and holding on to my arm.

"This was a great night," I said. "But being the perfect gentleman that I am, I'll of course offer to escort you up to your room."

"Why thank you," she said, "how nice."

We got a little closer in the elevator. I had my arm around her, letting it slide a little higher, almost touching her heavy breast. When we got to the door, she hugged me good night. The feeling of her tits against my chest almost set me off. I knew she could feel my hardness against her, but I didn't care.

"You know," she whispered, "it's not really fair that you've seen your present on me, but you haven't really seen it, you know?"

I nodded. She opened the door and I followed her in. Taking my hand, she led me to the edge of the bed, where I sat, with her standing in front of me. She kicked off her shoes, laughing as they clunked to the floor.

"I've never put on a show like this," she said.

"Don't worry. You'll get it right."

She slowly unzipped the side of her skirt and stepped out, revealing the pale purple panties I'd bought to match the bra.

"You like?" she said.

"Wonderful," I mumbled.

Moving even slower, she stretched her shirt, raising it over her chest, revealing her big, pale, round breasts and a lacy demi-cup bra, barely able to hold them in. I could just see the tops of her aureolae over the cups, and her hard nipples, poking against the thin fabric. My jaw dropped.

"You like?" she said again.

"Oh my god," was all I could make out.

She laughed and took a step closer and took my hands, placing them on her breasts. I felt their heaviness in my hands, slowly squeezing, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs while I felt her breath quicken. She reached back to unhook, slid the straps off of her shoulders, and watched as I let the bra drop to the floor. Her breasts barely sagged, falling in a perfect pear shape, her large nipples prominent against her pale skin. I pulled her closer to me and touched the tip of my tongue against her nipple, feeling her whole body shiver in response. I couldn't go as slow as I wanted, pulling her into me, mashing my face against her chest, licking sucking, alternating from one to the other, gorging myself on her.

She was breathing faster now, moaning as I bit or pinched in just the right place. While I gave all of my attention to her chest she busied her hands undoing my belt and unzipping me, wrangling my cock out of my pants. "Ooooh," was all she said when she finally got me out and gripped my thickness in her hand.

She put a hand under my chin and lifted my face, so that I looked up at her. She leaned over and kissed me softly, keeping one hand on my cock and feeling it twitch when the tips of our tongues met for the first time. She slowly sank to her knees in front of me, and pulled me to the edge of the bed. She broke our kiss and leaned back for a second, looking at me with that same twinkle in her eye, that same mischievous smile I'd seen before.

She cupped her breasts with her hands and began to rub the nipples over my cock. I moaned, not knowing whether I was moved more by the sensation or the sight. Leaning closer, she wrapped her soft, heavy breasts against my rigid cock. I loved the feeling of her warm flesh against me. She moved faster, feeling my excitement grow. I bucked my hips, helping, while she squeezed tighter, her small hands not even covering her breasts.

"You like that baby?" she said in a soft, sweet voice. "You like how that feels?"

"Mmm," was all I could get out.

"You like how that looks, you like titty-fucking me?"

"Oh!" I gasped to hear her say it.

"Come on baby, fuck my tits, fuck my big titties. I know you've wanted it all day."

"But---"

"Shhh," she said, "fuck my tits, fuck me faster baby." The rhythm picked up, I could see the swollen tip of my dick just peeking free of her flesh while she moved over me. I was about to burst.

"But--"

"But you're going to cum if I don't stop?" she smiled.

I moaned an affirmative.

"I want you to," she said, her voice getting huskier. "Cum for me baby, spray it all over my big tits, cum on my tits. Oh!"

She could feel me swelling and leaned forward while I exploded. We both watched as I spurted, wave after wave came over me, drenching her chest, pools of cum dripping down into her deep cleavage. I finally collapsed back on the bed and she stood over me, my cum sliding down over her belly, a satisfied look on her face.

"You know what?" she said. "I think we need a shower."

"Yes," I panted. "Good idea."

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

36-24-36 / 38

Three months ago…

Julie slipped into bed alongside me, wearing a plain pink cotton nightshirt that came down to her knees. Her long hair tumbled over the pillows as we began to kiss, our tongues slurping together. Her hands toyed with my hair as I ran mine up her smooth, sleek calf and onto her curving thighs, relishing the firmness of her eighteen year old dancer’s body. I kissed down the side of her neck, hearing Julie’s breathing become deeper, and then feeling her gasp as I slipped my hand into the warmth of her nightshirt and cupped her silky breast.

Toying with the erect nipple I kissed her gently on the mouth again, lifting her shirt upwards with the flat of my hand. Then I traced light kisses down her neck, looking at her exposed bosom. Unfettered, her full breasts sloped slightly either side of her narrow torso. The erect buds of her round, pale pink nipples quivered slightly in her tense excitement. I ran my tongue around one areola and nipped gently at the hard bud protruding from its centre. Julie gasped and began to breathe more heavily.

Sliding my right arm down to the heat of her inner thighs, I gently pushed against her left leg, lifting it slightly to part her thighs. Rolling over to my right, I supporting most of my weight on my arms but now lay on top of her petite frame, my erect cock pressing against her exposed crotch. I shifted attention to her other breast, sucking and teasing. Julie gasped in response. Pressing my groin experimentally against her own, Julie made a small noise from deep in her throat and I felt the thrill of heightened anticipation as the soft, cotton knicker-covered mound of her pussy pushed back up against me.

I burned with desire to experience her. I knew Julie had given up her virginity to her previous boyfriend, but she now viewed that as a mistake, mutual inexperience leading to an unsatisfactory encounter for her. Now we were together and about to go beyond heavy petting to the sweet exploration of each others’ bodies. With a body such as hers, young, petite and toned by over ten years of competitive dancing, the treasures to be uncovered were potentially priceless.

I raised myself up into a kneeling position between her legs, holding her hands in my own and gently pulled Julie upwards into a sitting position. Her nightshirt bunched on one side above her left breast, its nipple still moist with my saliva, and slid down on the other side to her toned stomach. I placed my hands on her hips and slid them upwards, lifting the nightshirt with them. Julie instinctively understood and lifted her arms above her head. As her nighty gathered over her face, catching there momentarily, she giggled and as it cleared her hands and I let it fall to the floor, she flicked her long dark hair away from her face, her clear blue eyes looking into mine with an oddly serious expression.

I reached out and cupped both of her breasts, brushing the pert nipples forwards and back with my thumbs and drew close, kissing her gently again. Julie closed her eyes with a sigh and as our lips met, hers parted and her tongue slipped into my mouth. We kissed deeply and with increasing passion as I squeezed and circled her breasts, tracing my fingers lightly down the sides of her neck, inner arms and stomach, exciting her skin. We were both breathing through our noses now, our breath warming our faces as our tongues circled between firmly locked lips.

Leaning forwards, I pushed Julie back down onto the bed. Kissing lustily I again pressed my crotch against hers. Julie moaned and pushed back in the animal instinct to thrust. I broke off our kiss and looked into her eyes as they opened, asking softly

“Do you want to go all the way?”

Her moist lips parted to answer, then something flickered across her face and she looked away for a second or two, then back at me.

“Yes. Yes I do. It’s just…”

I waited for a moment or two, then gently asked

“Just what? Is there something wrong?”

She frowned almost petulantly and exclaimed in a frustrated voice

“I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do! I want this to be good for you- for both of us. ”

She looked away to one side, frowning and obviously embarrassed. I tilted her chin gently until she was looking at me again, her lower eyelids now brimming slightly with tears. Smiling, I told her that that didn’t matter. All she had to do was to relax and let me show her. It was going to be fun to learn together. Julie smiled up at me, her eyes shining. Then she did as I asked, I did as I promised to and the fun was exquisite.

NOW

Three months later…

Julie’s hair flew backwards from her face as she tossed her head back and cried out in pleasure as we made love on the stairs. I was sat on the top step with my arms extended in front of me, Julie riding in my lap, her hands clasped in mine, her arms straight too as she lay back, her body parallel with the stairs, hips thrusting in time with mine, head back and hair swinging. If either of us were to let go, she would topple backwards down the stairs to the hallway below. Our pace was fast and hard now and I could clearly see my engorged length, shining with her honey, as it slid deeply in and out between the tightly gripping pink lips of her pussy. Julie gasped hoarsely and I felt her pussy clench and relax around my length as she worked with her hidden muscles as well as her hips. I struggled to remember how many positions we had tried, what number we were on now and how we had begun...

It had been just under an hour ago. We had settled down in front of the TV for the night with some cold bottles of beer from the fridge, and had gone through at least two each, with whiskey chasers. Julie stood up as I poured myself another shot of amber liquid and told me she’d be back “in a mo’” before heading through to the bathroom. After a couple of minutes I heard the flush and the cistern refilling and as that noise subsided, could hear her moving around in the bedroom. After another few minutes had passed, I wondered absently what was taking her so long. Putting down my glass and turning off the TV I was about get up to go and see when the living room door flew wide open and Julie bounded into the room, delivering a high split kick and landing with a quick spin, finishing in front of me with a flourish.

I gazed at her in silent wonder and sudden lust. She was clad in a translucent white catsuit that hugged her every curve like a second skin. Through the milky material I could make out a second, sleeveless and legless leotard top, the crisscross mesh of fishnet dancing tights and a skimpy, dark coloured thong.

“Why don’t you turn on the stereo and press play?”

Julie asked, grinning mischievously and indicating the stereo with a liquid movement of her arms. Smiling, I reached over to my right and did as she requested. After a couple of second’s silence I recognised the introduction to an upbeat, piece of dance music that Julie liked.

Slowly, she began to gyrate her hips, running her arms down over her body and looking at me intently. As the music continued to build, she danced for me, moving lithely and with a confidence I hadn’t seen her display before. Part of me absently wondered for how long Julie had been planning this? I realised that it wasn’t just a spur of the moment thing; some thought had gone into it. The CD with this track on it was not one from my collection, so Julie had brought it over with her and snuck it into the CD player, probably whilst I was making tea earlier. Also, she’d brought over some of her dance wear too. Several layers of warm, skin-tight clothing in fact, just waiting to be peeled off her nubile body. A body which would be warmed up and at its most supple by the time she finished this routine. My cock throbbed as I realised we were in for a night to remember. Dammit, Julie was about to give me my own private strip tease – a far cry from the girl with a lack of sexual self confidence who had made love to me for the first time so carefully and gingerly three months ago!

Julie moved slowly for the most part, punctuating her routine with the occasional high kick, sometimes whilst in flight. My heart beat faster and faster as at one point she dropped into the splits, rolling onto her back, legs spread wide to give me a good view of her crotch – a sure promise of things to come. I was not the only one excited by her dance, as I noticed Julie’s nipples straining visibly against the material of her catsuit. After another minute or so, still in time with the beat and tempo, as it slowed a little, Julie turned away from me.

I was busy admiring her peach of a bottom when I realised she was tugging the top of her catsuit down over her toned shoulders. A slow and slinky wriggle brought the catsuit down to her hips. Bending over to give me an even better look at her bum, she slipped it down her fishnet-clad legs and stepped out, kicking it away. As the music picked up again, she danced seductively, over to me, placed one hand, then the other on my shoulders and breathed into my right ear

“Stand up. You’re overdressed now.”

I had a raging erection and wanted to run my hands all over that fine body before stripping her naked and taking her quickly and forcefully. But I held my urges in check, even as Julie lifted my t-shirt up and over my head, removing it and tossing it into a corner of the room. Unable to help myself I reached out to caress her body, but she nimbly weaved out of reach, raising a single index finger and waving it at me admonishingly

“Ah-ah! You can look but don’t touch. You can get to do that soon, but not now!” she purred.

Julie danced on for the best part of another minute and then began to shrug her way out of the leotard. I watched, captivated by lust and desire, as her breasts popped free from their tight restraint with a jiggle, and then the plane of her flat, toned belly came into view. Turning to face me, Julie bent forwards, her breasts elongating and her long, dark hair falling forwards across her face as she tugged the leotard over her hips, letting it fall to the floor.

Inspiration struck me and I struggled my wallet free from my jeans pocket. Opening it I withdrew a twenty pound note and quickly rolled it into a tube. Julie struck a pose, arms crossed over her breasts, hips cocked to one side and I beckoned her over to me. Stalking over like a big cat she stopped in front of me, so close I could see the fine sheen of perspiration coating her chest and breasts.

I held up the index finger of my left hand with it pointed towards the ceiling and made a circling motion. Julie understood and slowly rotated herself, arms held up above her, nipples erect and pointing, giving me a good 360 degree view of her petite curves. As she faced me once more I held up the rolled twenty pound note and lightly touched it against her chest, just below her neck. Smiling, I slowly traced it down towards the swell of her bosom, pushed up by her now-folded arms. As the note lowered, Julie uncrossed her arms and slowly lifted them out and upwards until they were above her head again, at the same time weaving her hips slowly so the line of progress made by the note mapped out a long, reversed ‘S’.

I reached her belly button and then the elastic of her black thong – a tiny triangle of satin covering her secret place so tightly. I noticed that Julie was wearing the thong over her fishnets as I tugged the elastic away from her creamy skin and let it snap back into place, trapping the twenty against her body.

“There.”

I grinned at her and stood up.

“I’ve paid for you now. You’re mine for the night.”

Julie span away from me with more of that liquid grace and took the note from her thong. Holding it up to the light, she studied it briefly then put it down on the mantelpiece.

“Your money’s good. Alright, I’m yours. But first…”

She stepped over to me quickly, nimble fingers unzipping my fly and unbuckling my belt with quick, sure movements. I gasped as her cool hand traced up my cock as it sprang free, my pants and jeans tugged down to my knees. I sat back down and Julie pulled my clothes free, throwing them aside carelessly. Her eyes fixed on mine as she straddled me, sitting in my lap and crushing her body against mine. Kissing me once, she pulled her head back with a flick of her hair and looked into my eyes, smiling.

“Tess was bragging to me the other day about her and Martin doing it using eight different positions” she said.

I cocked an eyebrow and smiled at her, cupping her soft breasts in my hands and squeezing them promisingly.

“I think we can do better than that. Feeling flexible?”

“Oh, yes.” Julie replied, rubbing her crotch against my engorged cock. The satin thong whispered against my skin, making me shudder in pleasure.

Lifting my hands to the base of her neck, I took handfuls of Julie’s hair in my fists, tugging her head back to expose her neck. I kissed and nuzzled, sucking the soft flesh hard between my teeth to give her the kind of love bites I knew turned her on and made her good and wet. Soon, there was a ruddy, red mark blossoming on either side of her neck. Sliding my hands onto her shoulder blades I tensed my arms to take her weight and then lowered Julie back slightly so I could give equal attention to her breasts.

As her upper body angled back, Julie’s groin pressed forwards against my erection and I felt her soft mound yield slightly against my cock. As I licked around her nipples and teased their buds with my lips and teeth just the way she liked, Julie gasped through her open mouth, closed her lips, swallowed hard and opened her mouth again, now breathing more heavily.

“Hold on to my shoulders”

I suggested as I pulled Julie upright again and hooked my hands under her thighs. As her small hands held me tightly, I tensed my stomach and thigh muscles and with a grunt, stood up. Julie hooked her crossed ankles behind my back, wriggling briefly against my cock and breathed into my ear

“I want you inside me.”

Before I could reply, she nimbly hopped out of my arms, spinning away to stand facing me, hands on her cocked hips. Her thumbs snagged into the thin bands of her thong. With a fluid wriggle, she was stepping out of it. Her eyes never left mine. As I stepped over to her, Julie flicked the thong into the corner of the room with her foot, standing before me naked, but for her fishnet tights. I reached down between her legs and stroked the tips of my fingers up the length of her pussy. The mesh there was wet, lubrication pulsing from Julie in her excitement.

Feeling an animal urge now to be inside her, to thrust hard into her tight body, to fuck her right there on the carpet until she cried out and shook in ecstasy, I practically tore her tights down her legs. Julie stepped quickly out of them and as I tossed them to one side she surprised me by suddenly sitting down on the carpet in front of me. As I looked down questioningly, Julie took hold of her feet, one in each hand and parted her thighs; her legs held out straight and spread wide, toes pointing. I could see her pussy, shaven pink vulva crowned with neatly trimmed dark hair. Its moist lips were parted invitingly. Julie looked up at me from under her eyebrows, mouth slightly open in almost a snarl of lust. Kneeling in front of her, my cock bobbing, I traced my fingers down from her ankles, along her legs to her inner thighs and finally to the damp folds of skin at her crotch. Her pussy twitched visibly as my fingernails ran up the smooth, skin either side of it. Our eyes met, in an almost challenging manner.

Then the lust overwhelmed me and I fell upon her, hungry for her body. Julie lay back, feet on the soft carpet with knees bent, as I planted my hands either side of her shoulders and thrust my hips forward, socketing my cock deep into her pussy with a gasp from each of us. Julie felt incredible, the walls of her pussy so slick it was like sliding in and out of some near-frictionless lotion. Yet at the same time she gripped and relaxed in rhythm with my thrusts, squeezing my length as her hidden muscles worked their silent wonder - an iron grip in a slick, velvet glove.

It took all the control I had not to break into as fast a pace as possible, thrusting in and out of her with our bellies clapping together. Instead, I managed to keep to a slow rhythm, rocking back and forth firmly, savouring the feel of her around me. Panting gently through her open mouth, Julie opened her eyes and smiled up at me, her head nodding slightly back and forth in time with our thrusts.

“Okay,” she said, “Missionary position is Number One.”

Her knees suddenly appeared either side of my elbows, just as I felt myself penetrating even deeper into her body. Julie gasped and then grinned at me.

“Number Two.”

After thrusting deeply into Julie in this delicious position for a while, I lifted myself until I was kneeling before her and then pressed down either side of her knees until they touched the carpet, holding them down there and continuing to rock in and out of her- her pussy making quiet, wet, noises as I worked.

“Number Three.” I said.

Julie sucked briefly at her bottom lip with her teeth, and then straightened out her legs. As I released her thighs, she lifted her legs inwards and up, resting her heels on my shoulders. Julie’s flexibility was amazing – she could perform full splits both front and side, to more than 180°. Eyes closed, she smiled up at me with an expression of almost lazy luxury on her pretty face.

“Number Four.” she counted.

And on we went, seamlessly and instinctively shifting to a new position, thrusting together in it for a short while and then moving on to another.

We both took our turns on top, lying side by side, standing up, sat facing each other. We used our imagination and Julie’s suppleness to full advantage, experimenting with different variations, her body arching one way, then another, a single leg stretched out, the other, both; trying everything one way and another, laughing together and having fun, sometimes settling for longer periods of thrusting and gasping together as we found a position we both particularly liked.

By the time we felt we had exhausted possibilities in the living room, the count was into the early twenties. Julie was on top riding me, leaning back with her hands on my lower thighs and grinding her clitoris into my crotch when I suggested we move to the kitchen.

“Great idea. Let’s do it on the kitchen table!”

Julie slipped up and backwards off my cock. As she swung one leg up and over me to turn away, I saw that her pussy was gaping widely open - her inner thighs and my belly now wet with a heady mix of our perspiration, my precum and her pussy honey.

By the time Julie was laying back on the kitchen table, moaning as her sensitivity and excitement grew and grew, I gave brief but heartfelt thanks for the delaying ability of several bottles of good beer. We had been screwing for what seemed like ages and yet despite being more sexually aroused than I had ever felt before, I did not feel anywhere near ready to cum yet. Julie was often hard to bring to orgasm anyway; her thighs usually clamped together with a sharp cry of pleasure either side of my head, or forearm. She could rarely reach orgasm through intercourse, but had become a proactive and affirming lover, making a variety of positive noises and sounds that let me know she was enjoying herself and which turned me on immensely.

After the table, we screwed with her sat on the kitchen work top, a glass jar of pasta and the cup tree rattling harmonically to Julie’s gasps, the soft percussion of our groins slapping together, and the low squitting and squelching noises of my cock pistoning in and out of her sticky pussy. An ice cube from the close-to-hand fridge freezer added a chilly thrill for both of us, arousing our skin and eventually dissolving in the furnace of her pussy, making Julie squeal as it slipped into her.

We briefly considered going into the bedroom, agreed it was too mundane for tonight’s activities and then Julie grinned wickedly.

“I saw a great position in the last issue of ‘More’ magazine…”

I smiled back at her, inquisitively.

“Let’s fuck on the stairs!”

Giggling like a schoolgirl (she still had the uniform and oh, yes - that had seen some action in the bedroom!) Julie hopped off the worktop, gently took hold of my cock and led me by it into the hall and to the top of the stairs, where I sat down. There, both her hands, one atop the other, squeezed and worked my cock back and forth to full hardness, before Julie straddled me carefully and eased herself down onto my length. Taking my hands, she lifted up her feet, (causing us both to groan in pleasure) braced them against a step and leaned back and out into space, straightening her arms and beginning to work her hips into a steady rhythm which I swiftly matched.

My attention was brought back to the present by high pitched, keening noises - the precursor to Julie having an orgasm. The carpet of the stairs rubbed against my butt as our thrusting gathered pace, faster and faster. What a difference three months had made. As Julie gained self confidence through our early lovemaking, we both found her flexibility and hidden muscles opened doors to many exciting opportunities, most of them fully exploited tonight. At just under half a decade my junior, Julie had less sexual experience than myself but she more than made up for this with her hunger to explore and the thrilled eagerness with which she did it. The result was hot, passionate, yet tender and caring, varied sex that was, by far, the best I had ever had.

As her hair lashed about her head, and the matted tufts of her pubic hair rasped and ground against my own, Julie’s hands gripped mine tightly. Each breath she took was now quicker and more highly pitched than the last. Her eyes were screwed shut, eyebrows drawn up as if in furious concentration. I felt her finger nails digging into me; could see her breasts bouncing up and down, back and forth, her whole body covered in a sheen of perspiration that gleamed under the light from the bulb overhead. A tingle grew and swelled in my balls. Julie’s pussy lips dragged tightly against my cock as it slid out of her. There were shining strands of her honey thick on my shaft. I watched her pussy contact and flex around my cock as it slid back into her. The tingle swelled and began to rise. I could smell her musky scent, the tang of our sweat. Hear her moan. Feel her pussy tighten climactically around me.

The sensations overwhelmed me and as Julie cried out –

”Oh! Oh!! It’s HAPPENING!!”

Liquid fire raced up the very centre of my cock. I heard myself crying out as I came, ribbons of cum shooting into her body. Our muscles locked in unison as we came together, my cock twitching and jerking inside her spasming pussy. Julie panted through her mouth, crying out with each gasp as her orgasm ripped through her.

“Aahhh!! Ahhh!! Huhh! Huhhnn! Huh.”

Cum bubbled out from the juncture of my cock and her tight pussy - swiftly sliding down perspiration-slick flesh. My chin sank down to my chest as I took in deep breaths through my nose. Julie’s entire body trembled one last time and with an

“Ohhh…”

She sagged down, her shoulders resting on the steps below, her head back, long hair trailing down the stairs, eyes closed in apparent bliss. We gently squeezed our interlocked hands, and then Julie lifted up her head to look at me, drawing in a deep breath which she let whistle out between her teeth.

“God, that felt incredible.”

I puffed out a breath through my mouth and replied-

“You said it.”

We tensed and with a pull and a grunt from both of us, Julie was sat upright on my lap. We cuddled there as my softening cock gradually slipped out from her grip. Julie looked down at her pussy and chuckled.

“I’m soaking. You’ve made a right mess”

she scolded with a put on frown. I laughed.

“Well, you can’t go dancing in front of me like that and not expect to be shagged senseless, you know.”

“M’mm. Might have to do it more often then.”

Her feet found the step below the one on which I was sat and Julie stood up. I stood myself, and we walked hand in hand back up to the landing, turning there to face each other and embracing. Julie rested her head against my chest for a while as we got our breath back, then stood on tiptoe and kissed me quickly on the lips.

“Well, number thirty-eight did it!”

She exclaimed.

“Hell, I’d lost count by the time you were sat on the work top!” I replied.

Julie laughed happily.

“Well, I was keeping track. I can’t wait to tell Tess. She’ll go green.”

Now it was my turn to laugh.

“I reckon she will. Still, there’s one thing though.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“Thirty eight? We need to go for the round forty, next time.”

“Yeah. We should buy a copy of the Kama-Sutra to give us some more ideas.”

“You didn’t seem to be short of your own ideas, little miss-oh-so-innocent!”

I smacked her on the bum with a gentle whack that made it jiggle briefly.

Julie giggled.

“Yeah, but think about it. With a few more ideas we could get up to fifty positions. At least!”

I feigned mock horror. “At least?! Hell Julie, tonight was probably the longest I’ve ever lasted in my life. I don’t know if I could last that long again!”

She giggled and hugged me tightly.

“M’mmm. But it’ll be fun finding out, won’t it?”

Now that, I could not dispute.

“That it will, hon. That, it will.”

And can you guess what?

It was.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

30 Minutes with Ray

It was 10:00 p.m. on Friday, and Ray had a chance to make a night visit to me for the first time since I met him. Now, Ray loves for me to greet him right at my open door. He steps briskly inside, shuts the door tightly behind him. He gives me a huge, panda-bear kind of hug and then plants a hard and wet tongue kiss in my open mouth!

"Oh, baby, I am so glad to see you tonight," I gushed at him. He smiled broadly and just kept kissing and kissing me. Our lips were still locked as I pulled his arms out of his jacket, and almost dragged his sweet gorgeous body toward my sofa.

"Leslie, I am so sorry I cannot stay as long as I wanted to, but I have to tell you, you've got some kind of hot outfit on tonight!"

I was skimpily clad in my scarlet colored lace teddy with matching panties, a pair of plain dark gray thigh high stockings, all simply covered by my long, pretty pink, purple and red silk Victoria's Secret robe.

He sat himself on my sofa, and I tumbled down alongside of him, pulling open my robe as I fell onto the soft cushions.

"Please let me see those wonderful titties of yours. I have been dying to suck on them all week, and I know you wanted me to do that, too." Ray pulled my red teddy right down, and my huge, plump breasts just came tumbling out.

Ever-so-gently-and-tenderly, he began twirling his silky slippery tongue around in circles on my left nipple, and my clit began tingling instantly, as I felt my cunt swell with the same kind of silky slipperiness that Troy's mouth possessed. He must have known that, too, because he slid his right hand around the edge of my lace panties, and plunged two of his fingers deep into my dark wet cave. It was then that I realized how long I had been without a man like this, because within what seemed like only a few seconds, my bud was bursting with my first orgasm.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmm" We were both moaning the same tune, as he kissed my mouth again, then back to my nipple, back to my mouth, back to my nipple -- OMG, he kept sucking, licking, and kissing me. It felt as if we were filling each other up, by sucking out gobs of ecstatic sexual energy from each other.

As I was cumming again, Ray leaned back slightly enough to unzip his fly. He hardly had to pull on his hard rod to get it out, because it was popping straight out of his Dockers, with each inch of his zipper opening up.

"Wow," I thought, as I enjoyed my view of his stiff cock, "that thing looks just a little bit bigger than I remember it being the last time!"

Eagerly, I leaned my head over his groin, and plunged my whole mouth right onto his hardness, lapping and licking hungrily around the head, while feeling a few warm drops of his precum spilling onto my tongue.

I was going to keep on blowing him until he came, but he did not want to rush it, he wanted to hold back for a bit, since he had something else on his mind at that moment.

"You know how much I really want to see you fuck yourself with your vibrator!" His boyish grin spoke volumes!

"Of course, baby," I sweetly replied. "I am going to show you how I make myself cum with it."

I stood up next to his legs, and he started stroking his cumpole, while I dropped my drawers. I hoisted up one leg on my coffee table, and braced myself against the other leg, exposing and opening wide my luscious pussy lips, pushing my pelvis to within inches of Ray's face. A deep murmur was building in my throat, as I began sliding my bright neon green 10" tube into my pussy. I was still spurting creamy cum from my two orgasms.

"Oh, my god!!" I was really just about yelling it out, as I started fucking myself hard with my toy.

With the next withdrawal of my vibrator from my hole, I put it right onto my clit, and began the familiar circular motions with its tip, turning the speed up to high.

"This is how I cum, baby!!" I screamed. My face was wrenching in twisted motions of sheer sexual pleasure. I really exploded with this one, and my love hole shot a stream of juices running right down my vibe, to the other end and into my hand.

I barely had put my toy back on the table, when Ray was reaching out to take my hand in his and put it to his lips, rolling his tongue over each of my fingers deliciously, savoring every drop of sweet syrup that he tasted.

His cock was still as hard as a 2 by 4, I could see it pointing straight forward at me, as he began to rise from the sofa, placing his hands on my shoulders, and pushing me softly down to where he had just been seated.

"Oh, Leslie, please, stroke my cock against your boobs, and let me cum there!" He almost sounded as if he was pleading with me to do him a favor, when the whole while I was burning with desire to do just exactly what he wanted with me!

I cupped my left breast into my left hand, wrapped the fingers of my right hand fully around his swollen joint, and began stroking rhythmically the entire length of it, focusing my movements mostly around his big oval-shaped purple cockhead. I pressed his stiff rod fully into my left boob, and buried it deep into my bosom, so far that only my fingers around it were visible.

"Oh, my god, yyyeeesss, yyyeeesss," Ray was routing me on, "Oh, god, heeerrreee III cccuuummm, bbbaaabbbyyy!!"

I felt a hot shot of gooey wet spunk spreading quickly over my whole chest, covering completely my left nipple and tit, as well as shooting straight over to my right boob, and covering that one as well! And just as his cum was about to drip off of my right nipple, I grasped that breast in my hand and caught that precious drop of creamy honey with the tip of my outstretched tongue!!

"Oh, my god, baby, what a huge load you shot on me!! MMMMMMMmmmmm, oh, honey, you are really something else!" I praised him, as I licked and sucked and vacuumed up every drop of his jizz from both of my tits and my fingers!!

"Leslie, you are one hot Momma!!" he stated firmly, "You are so fuckin hot, I just lllooovvveee to cum here!"

"Well, Ray, baby, I think you are pretty dam hot yourself, and you can cum here any old time you like!!"

I donned my robe, and he zipped up his Dockers, and as we walked to my door, once again it seemed as if he could not get enough of kissing me on my mouth. And even after I wished him safe home, he turned again one more time and planted a precious just-one-more-before-I-go on my lips!

"I love you, baby!" I called after him, as he strode off toward his car.

Oh, Ray baby, you are so cute, so sexy, so hot, so sweet -- Yes, baby, I would, indeed, love to have YOU anytime!!