I know it's been almost a year since I've posted a story. This is the first short story I wrote for my next book called "Positions". Each story focuses on one sexual position. Some of the chapters have some pretty interesting titles. My favorite being "Prison Guard"! I won't keep you longer. Enjoy.


She walked out the back door under the long porch wrapped in a terrycloth wrap ready to take in the slow infrequent breeze and the unusually hot day by the pool. Her half polished glass of Sangria was doing it's job to calm her nerves after a long week of meetings, emails, and commitments. She set her glass down only to notice the temperature read 98 degrees in the shade. A deep shade with brown posts. On each post hung a long blue body float she spent many of her summers on from her teen years to now. They hung from hooks to dry after using.

She saw him in his shades under the umbrella by the table. Reclined, he almost looked asleep as his head turned to face her.

she pulled the terrycloth cover off to reveal her red and white bikini. It tied above the lower hip to rings and the top clung nicely to her chest without straps to keep it up. It was a shame this would be the last summer she could use it. Three years is simple enough to fade a suit enough to border on losing its color.

His body was masculine and his short brown hair and tan body seemed to be a perfect fit for the sunny weather. The hair on his body was in stark contrast to her shaved and neatly trimmed form.

She reached back and pulled her hair in a ponytail and wrapped it 3 times with a black band. Even pulled up and at attention her hair touched her shoulders. Blond and long from the summer.

He could smell the cocoa butter she put on her skin to darken in the summer sun. It mixed with the honeysuckle as he felt a breeze blow across his skin and it aroused him to watch her.

She laid on the lounge chair next to him and unsnapped her top so no lines would mar the work she had been deliberately taken in her tan.

His finger traced the lines on her bikini and the breeze aroused her this time. Even though it was hot the breeze was cool and dry and it gave her goose bumps as it blew over the water and on her skin.

His hand was not helping her arousal any. Actually, it was, She looked over at him as his head tilted to the side and his finger slipped inside the waste band. He touched her tailbone and she let out a sigh. She had not come to the pool for sex although water play sounded very exciting.

She looked over at him and could see his cock stiffen.

Maybe ...

The sun covered her as she lay relaxed on the lounge chair. His hand now rested on her ass.

She reached down and made the decision to work away the slightly lighter skin under her bikini.

The decision was more a move to arouse him further. Maybe tease him a little She dropped her top and bikini between them. He took the lotion and rubbed it into her back. Working down from shoulders to her ass. He squeezed and massaged her ass until her could hear her getting wet.

She said in her most coy voice, "I know what you are thinking."

It aroused him, but he kept rubbing the cocoa butter lotion into her skin. He moved down her legs and came up to her inner thigh.

He kissed her neck and she rolled over revealing her bare breasts.

She sat up and saw him standing. Moving his swim suit down past his ankles.

He moved the lounge chairs into a "V" shape. She placed her knees on top of the straps bracing her feet between them slightly spreading her legs to reveal what he wanted and she wanted to give. She wrapped her arms around the float hanging from the post in front of her. The shadow of the awning met her half mid drift, slanting it's shadow across her back.

She waited for that moment he would enter her. She closed her eyes and gripped the neoprene float smelling it's slick covering, mixing with the honeysuckle and cocoa butter lotion. He stood behind her naked, warm in the sun. She felt his breath as he neared her waiting for that moment he would authoritatively slide in for the first time.

Her eyes closed and she gripped harder waiting for the moment. The moment she felt the ridges slide inside. The moment every lubricated inch of her pussy would welcome a full offering. His lips kissed her just above her pony tail. It wasn't fair he teased her this way. "Come inside me, now." His cock brushed her bare ass and she tingled. His hands met her shoulders and slid down to her hips. Goosebumps rose an her flesh as his breath kissed her neck and followed with kisses below the earlobes and over the shoulders.

Her breath quickened and she waited for the moment he would be inside. She wanted to feel him fill her up. Feel him press his body next to hers rocking her against the float. Her pussy contracting and relaxing.

His hand left her right hip and she felt the tip of his cock find the mark. He gently slid in, with ease. She exhaled and the tension left her body as his cock bumped the ridges of her pussy. She clenched her muscles to give him a squeeze of approval and her head tilted back.

He thrust slowly, moving his hands down her sides and kissing her temple as her chin rested against the float.

The scent of chlorine and her own sex fluid filled her nostrils mixing with the honeysuckle and cocoa butter. He slowed and for a couple of thrusts went harder and fast spelled by his lips attention to her neck.

This time she let a small moan escape as his cock went deeper. Her bikini beneath her came in sight as she gripped the post and float harder and looked down. It's red and white lines mixed as the blood left her head and pulsed between her legs. She felt her own lubricant leave her body and catcher her inner thigh.

His rhythm quickened and she felt the first orgasm build. Her tits shook as his thrusts drove her against the post. Her breath was leaving her as he pounded. She breathed and whimpered. It felt good. It felt like clouds and ice cream and cheese cake and flowers and it was all spinning and satisfying. It built in her belly. She felt her nipples harden and her neck grew warm.

His hands reached around her waste and clutched the front of her thighs. It drew him deeper and she moaned louder. She hear the voice in her head scream, "FUCK ME! THIS IS GOOD!" but all she could manage audibly was the whimpering and shortness of breath.

His cock was hitting it's mark and she couldn't stop it now. She dripped more on her thigh and felt his cock. It was like the world would not stop spinning.

His moan sent her over the edge and she let out a primal groan and moved against his thrusts. In seconds the second one hit and she reached back to caress his thighs.

Her touch emboldened him. She heard the chairs scrape across the concrete and hoped the post and float would not fail as he pounded her. Harder and harder. It was all she could do to hang on and breath.

It flooded her. His body was warm from the sun and pressed against her. She squeezed in rhythm with his strokes and heard his breath quicken as he let out a small, "Yes."

She bent at the waste, clavicle now against the post, breasts swaying, nipples stiff and erect. His right hand reached forward and caressed her breast and it took her over again. She almost couldn't hold herself up.

He wanted it now, all of her, to feel the strong release as he shot inside of her. His cock knocked spots inside of her as she squeezed to please him. It worked for both of them.

He felt it start as a tingle and grew. She heard him moan and the sweat drop kissed her lower back. It sent a chill up her spine and she came again. He felt her and heard her moan and couldn't hold it any longer. He thrust deep and hard and with everything she had she squeezed and felt the warmth of his cum inside of her.

He pulled her up and caressed her breasts kissing her shoulders and neck as her head rested on his chest. Ponytail wet with his sweat.

He grabbed the float from her arms and threw it to the shallow end of the pool. He picked her up and slowly went down the steps their bodies disappearing into the water. He laid her on top of the float and kissed her forehead as her eyes opened. Cum dripped from between her legs and his blurry face cleared to reveal his smile atop his chest and shoulder.

The water cooled her and the waves relaxed her. He spun her in a calming way like a child in a swing just before drifting to sleep. Her ponytail, now wet, water creeping up and down from her thighs to just above her stomach.

The sun beat on her skin as he water cooled her body. His hands occasionally running up and down her leg as the honeysuckle filled the air.

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The next post is a teaser to my second book called "Positions". I'm about half way through but thought you might like to get a taste.

Sometimes the days just run one right into the next. On a typical weekday, she spends eight hours at the office, then rushes home to try to put something resembling a meal on the table. Some days the kids are all home and they eat together just like families used to do every night. Most days, however, dinner is whatever can be found, whenever each one happens to come through the door. Sometimes there are leftovers. More often the kids can be found eating a bowl of cold cereal or some microwaved pizza rolls in front of the t.v. She feels the most guilt when dinner, once again, is whatever can be picked up at the McDonald's drive through.

He works most evenings while she does her best to accomodate the kids' needs. They're getting older now and their needs mainly consist of needing five dollars for this, ten dollars for that, or another check to fill up their lunch accounts. When the kids go off with friends, she wanders the house, tossing in another load of laundry, picking up a stray sweatshirt that didn't make it to the hamper or tidying up the family room. Sometimes she wonders if all she is to them is a waitress, a maid, a chaufeur. Sometimes she wonders if this is all there is to life... work, cook, clean, go to bed, then get up and do it all over again.

She hates the fact that her life seems to be running on a separate plane than his. By the time he gets home near midnight every night, she is sound asleep. The alarm clock will be going off in just a few hours and she'll have to be ready to face another day and do it all again.

But sometimes, she needs to prove to herself that there is more to her than this. She is more than just a mom. There are many nights when he comes home and crawls into bed that she is vaguely aware that he is not ready to go to sleep yet. She hears the soft sounds of the tv as he tries to unwind. There have been times when she allows herself to remain in the hazy layer of sleep when he presses himself against her and kisses her gently on the back of her neck. But there are other times that she is accutely aware that all it will take is the slightest acknowlegement on her part and she will feel him grow aroused, pressed against the small of her back.

On a night such as this, she knows just how to play it out. At his touch, she rolls over to face him, pretending she is barely awake. She reaches her arm across his chest and buries her face in his neck. She can feel his heart pounding, knowing how badly he wants to touch her, but not wanting to disturb her sleep. She pretends to absently toss the covers off, still allowing him to believe she is half asleep. She gives him a few moments to study her body, her tank top creeping up on her stomach and wearing nothing else but a thong. She feels his hand rubbing the soft skin of her hip and grazing across her stomach. She knows her nipples are protruding through the thin fabric of the tank top and she gives him a few moments to simply gaze over her. She murmurs, "mmmmm" against his neck and allows her hand to slowly make it's way down his stomach. Slowly and gently, she begins to stroke his cock through his boxer briefs and she feels him tremble beneath her touch.

She begins to kiss his neck as she slides her hand inside his underwear and presses it around his hard and throbbing cock. She has given him the go-ahead and he twists his body to cover her mouth with his. He is fully erect now and she encircles his hard shaft with her hand and begins to stroke. She knows how much he loves to be stroked and she plays with him, moving her hand in ways that will make him crazy. She reaches her fingers lower and begins to graze his balls gently with her finger tips then returning her hand to stroke his throbbing cock, up and down, up and down. She feels his skin growing hot as his desire grows and she brings herself up on her knees and straddles his legs, pulling his underwear down off of his body, leaning over to kiss and lick his shaft as she does so.

He is gazing at her with fire in his eyes and she remains sitting upright so that he can watch her pull the tank over her head, her nipples hard and begging for attention. He reaches up to pinch them between his fingers as she tosses the underwear aside, then stretches out to lay beside him once again. His fingers continue to pinch her nipples while he intermittently presses his palms against her breasts. Her hands don't want to quit caressing his cock and she grasps him in her hand and squeezes hard while stroking the skin over and over.

He is moaning now, "Mmmm. MMMMM. Ohhhhh," and she rubs her thumb around the ridge of his cock. She knows that the inside part of the ridge is a sensitive spot for him and she teases it over and over, running her thumb round and round before grabbing his shaft again and continuing the pattern of squeezing, stroking and petting his balls.

Soon his fingers find their way between her legs and he strokes her inner thighs, over and over, each time coming closer and closer to her sweet spot. She can feel her clit swelling, aching for his attention. Finally, slips a finger inside the lace of her thong and moves it aside as he places one finger inside her, finding her dripping with desire and strokes her round and round. She is aware of him bringing his finger to his lips as he sucks the taste of her, then returns, pulling the thong down her legs and then placing one, two, three fingers inside of her. She feels as if there is a fire building inside of her and the ache makes her want to please him more, to prove to him that she is still one-hundred percent woman.

He continues petting and stroking her in rhythm with the stroking she is giving his cock and she feels the need to take control of him. She lifts herself up and straddles his legs, sitting on her knees as he lies on his back, his legs slightly parted and his cock pointing erect, begging for more of her attention. She sits on his legs and watches her hands as they encircle his cock and she continues to coax him. She likes the feeling of him throbbing inside of her hands. She likes to watch his eyes roll back in his head and his eyelids drift closed as his lips part and he moans, "Ohhhh...."

Her fingers are squeezing, stroking, never stopping as she inches herself closer to his cock. His head is tipped back as he basks in the pleasure of her hands massaging him. Then she lifts her hips slightly and guides the tip of his cock to her pussy, gliding it around and around her clit.

"Oh, god..." he moans. "Suck on it. PLEASE," he begs. She makes him wait a moment, makes him wonder if she'll accomodate his request while she continues pleasuring herself with his shaft. Then slowly, she stretches out her legs behind her and drops herself down between his legs, looking into his begging eyes and takes a deep lick starting with his balls and slowly working her way to his head. She licks him like an ice cream cone that she can't get enough of, making his cock glimmer with her saliva before taking him full in her mouth and beginning to suck. She sucks him over and over, harder and harder, fucking him with her mouth while she takes great pleasure in the sensation of him throbbing against her tongue.

Suddenly he reaches his hands under her armpits and hauls her up against his chest. He rolls her over on her back and she parts her legs for him, begging him to come inside her. He braces himself with his hands and she pulls her knees up and together they watch as his cock thrusts inside her deeply. He thrusts in her faster and faster and she presses her hips against him allowing him to fuck her deeply. She knows how much he loves to see her touch herself and she slips her fingers down to rub her clit while he thrusts. She knows how good she can make him feel when he makes her climax and she encourages him, "Oh, yes. Baby! Right there. Don't stop... Oh.. OH... OH YES, YES, YES. And she feels herself raining down on his cock and she smiles and murmurs, "God that felt incredible.... now it's your turn..."

She presses her hands on his chest and pushes him onto his back again. She straddles him and wraps her hands around his cock, now glistening with her juices and she squeezes. He is throbbing and her hands glide smoothly over his shaft. She moves her hands in rhythm, slowly at first and picking up speed little by little. She simply can not get enough of the throbbing and she continues to squeeze and stroke, squeeze and stroke, faster, faster, faster. His breathing is intense and she can feel him beginning to climax. "Oh god. Oh god. Oh yes... Oh my god." Her hand is gliding furiously over his shaft, stroking, squeezing. He moans loudly, one last time, "OH MY GOD as his hot cum explodes from his cock, coming in quick bursts while she continues to stroke him over and over until the flow of cum subsides.

Finally, she presses her body against his, feeling his juices spreading across her stomach. She kisses him, bringing one finger to her lips and sucking it as she kisses him goodnight, content in the fact that he won't forget that she is still so much more than her daily life would lead most to believe.

The sun was just rising over the lake as she stepped through the sliding door and onto the deck. She had come here to escape life for a little while; the demands of work, and painful reminders of a relationship that had ended a few months ago that still haunted her. After running into her ex in a restaurant last week, she had decided to make an escape for a while. She had thought she was doing all right on her own, but after seeing him with a pretty blonde on his arm, she felt like she was back at square one.

She knew she needed to get away and clear her head and that's when she called the management company of a resort she had been to a few times and asked if there was a condo available to rent for the week. They had several available. During the fall, there wasn't as much demand as there was in the summer and so she booked one right away and made the four hour drive to the lake with the intention of giving herself some space from reality.

She relaxed on the deck, sipping a cup of hot coffee and marveling at the beauty and peace of this place. There was a light mist floating on the surface of the water and a family of ducks were paddling in the water below the deck, hoping she might toss them some bread crumbs. It was the kind of place where, when the weather was warm, people vacationed, men came for fishing trips, and families came to enjoy the tourist town. But this time of year, visitors were scarce and the atmosphere was exactly what she had been hoping for. Solitude. Quiet. Time to think and get herself back together again.


She heard the rumbling of a motor and soon he was docking his boat in the slip and walking up the dock to the deck of the condo next door which adjoined hers.


"Beautiful morning," he greeted her.


"Sure is," she agreed.


He had arrived the same day as she had; he enjoying a solitary fishing trip, it appeared. They had chatted politely over the past few days and she appreciated the fact that condo next door wasn't occupied by a noisy family or a boisterous group of fishing buddies. He didn't infringe on the privacy she seemed to need and so usually, he just said hello and went about his business.


As he walked up and down the dock, she watched him as he gathered his fishing equipment from the boat. He was a good looking man; tall with a nice build, dark hair and a hint of stubble on his face. His facial features were rugged and he had a disarming smile. She twirled her finger through a lock of her wavy, auburn hair absently, forgetting that she was staring. He noticed and the moment seemed to spark something in him.


"Got plans for the day," he asked?


"I'm not sure," she replied. "I was thinking about walking around town and checking out the shops or maybe taking a ride on the ferry to see one of the islands, but I haven't decided yet."


"Well...," he responded, "I was wondering if you might want to come out on the boat with me this afternoon. I could show you the lake and we could tour some of the islands. Of course, it's just a thought. If you don't want to, it's no problem."


She was taken by surprise, but after a few days on her own with no one to talk to, the idea of having some company appealed to her. They agreed to meet at his boat later in the day.


She spent the morning tidying up the condo and then took a long, hot shower. The hot water relaxed her as it cascaded down her long body and she found herself thinking of him and what their day together might be like. She took her time in the shower, slowly massaging the soap against her creamy skin. As she allowed her mind to wander, remembering his face and the deep tone of his voice she began to imagine what it would be like to kiss him. She was mildly surprised. She had had no intentions of thinking of someone else in this way just yet, but it was just a dream right? What was the harm? She allowed the fantasy to weave itself in her imagination and soon her fingers slipped between her legs. She teased herself, closing her eyes and pretending it was his fingers stroking her pussy and massaging her clit. She continued stroking and massaging, all the while picturing him standing behind her in the shower. She braced herself with one hand against the tiles of the shower and soon she felt herself overtaken with pleasure.


She smiled afterwards, a little embarassed but pleased with herself. She wondered what he would think if he knew she had been fantasizing about him this way.


Realizing she needed to keep moving if she was going to be ready in time. She shampooed and conditioned her hair, then grabbed her razor and made sure her legs were smoothe. As an afterthought, she decided to shave her bikini area. She was feeling good and told herself she deserved to look good, even if no one would see her. Afterwards, she toweled off and rubbed lotion all over her arms, legs and everwhere in between. She had another fleeting thought of him as she caressed her breasts with the lotion, but pushed the thought away. "Enough already," she told herself!


Since the air tended to be cold this time of year, especially when you're out on the water, she dressed in a comfortable pair of jeans and slipped a long sleeved t-shirt over a tank top. The sun was out and she slipped on a pair of flip-flops, showing off her polished toenails. She grabbed a windbreaker to take along in case she needed something more.


She grabbed a small cooler and tossed in some sodas, some sliced cheese and a box of crackers. She wasn't sure how long they'd be out and she thought the least she could do was bring something to contribute. She glanced out the sliding door and saw that he was putting some things in the boat: life jackets, some towels and a pair of binoculars. She grabbed her cooler and slid the door open, strolling over to his deck and then making her way down the dock. When he heard her approaching, he turned and smiled.


"All set," he asked?


"I think so. I packed some snacks to bring along, just in case," she replied.


"Perfect. I have a few things too so I think we're good to go." He smiled and took her hand and helped her into the boat. It was a nice sized cabin cruiser, big enough to carry quite a few people. Once inside, she noticed the cutty down below and wondered if he ever spent the night in there while out on the water.


He motioned to the chair next to the driver's seat and then he took the wheel, easing the big craft out of the bay and out onto the open water where the boat suddenly picked up speed. She realized she was smiling as the boat cut through the waves and the wind whipped through her hair.


The afternoon was spectacular. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and the sun sparkled brilliantly on the surface of the water. He showed her the islands, pointing out lighthouses and explaining their history. He slowed the motor so that they could cruise slowly at times enjoying the breathtaking scenery. Soon they were conversing and laughing like they had known each other for months instead of days and she realized she was truly enjoying herself.


"I want you to see this island," he told her as they drew nearer a long, sandy beach. "People camp here and there are hiking trails. It's really stunning."


He pulled the boat up to the public dock, expertly and she handed him ropes as he secured the boat to the dock.


"Why don't we take the coolers and we can take a break up on the beach and have something to eat," she suggested.


"Great idea. I'm hungry." He smiled at her and once again, took her hand, this time to help her out of the boat. He continued holding her hand as they walked up the long dock to get to the beach. She felt like she was walking on air and squeezed his hand lightly.


Once on the beach, he spread out a big beach towel and they settled themselves on it. The sun beat down on the sand and they felt it's warmth radiating through the towel. She pulled off her t-shirt, stripping down to the tank top and relished the heat of the sun on her skin. He leaned back, propping himself up on one elbow and gazed in approval at her toned body.

They relaxed a while on the beach, munching on cheese and crackers, sipping their sodas and enjoying each other's company. She realized he was helping her to erase the stress she had come here to escape. She was happy and carefree for the first time in a long time.

When they were finished with their sodas, he suggested they take a hike along the island trails. "But first, let's put our things back on the boat. We can lock them up in the cutty." She agreed and they gathered their belongings and strolled back down the dock to the boat. She climbed in and he followed close behind. She opened the cutty door and stepped down inside, looking for a place to store the cooler. He brought the towel and a few items that had been sitting on the deck of the boat. The cutty wasn't large, but there was a cushioned area that could be used as a bed. She found a spot to stash the cooler, underneath a seat so that it would be out of the way. She pushed the cooler into it's place and stood up, ready to head back to the island, but as she stood, she felt his arms slip around her waist from behind. She placed her hands over his and felt him nuzzle against her neck.

"We don't have to go hiking," he whispered. "We could just... stay here for a while... if you'd like." He sounded hopeful and she turned her head towards his and said, "I think I'd like to stay here."

It was all the encouragement he needed and he began to kiss her neck, softly, sweetly, as his hands roamed over her stomach and up to her breasts. She reached an arm up and encircled his neck, letting him know he was turning her on. If he only knew what she had been thinking this morning!

She felt him pulling at the hem of her tank top and she raised her arms so that he could lift it over her head. His lips continued kissing her neck and shoulders as he released the clasp on her bra and slipped that off of her too. He pulled off his own t-shirt and she felt his muscled body press against her back as his hands cupped her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples until they grew hard. He looked down at her perfect breasts from his position behind her as he continued to caress and tease them. She felt his erection pressing against her back through his jeans and she felt a new heat surge through her body. His hands were driving her crazy as they caressed her breasts and roamed down her stomach. She felt his fingers unbuttoning her jeans and he pressed his hands down inside them, his fingers gently reaching to stroke her pussy eliciting a pleasured moan from her.

Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back slightly as she parted her legs to allow him all the access he wanted. She felt him slide his body slowly downward as he slid her jeans down her legs, taking the lacy pink string bikinis with them. She stepped out of them and allowed him to explore her body from behind. His hands stroked her thighs as he kissed her back, her butt, and down the back of her thighs and she groaned again with pleasure as he slid two fingers inside her again.

"Oh, god... that feels good... mmmmmm...," she murmurred.

He turned her around in the small space of the cutty and laid her back against the cushioned bed, her legs dangling off the edge. He kneeled on the floor between her legs, placing his hands on her hips and gazing at her beautiful body for a moment before dipping his head to place soft kisses on her pussy. He flicked his tongue against her clit and sent a thrill throughout her body. She reached to run her fingers through his hair as he began licking her pussy. He was creating a storm inside her and she arched her back, offering herself to him, parting her legs again to let him know he was driving her wild.

"Oh... yes... yes.. don't stop...." she said, breathless. He was licking like crazy and suddenly slipped his fingers inside her while he sucked on her clit and brought her to climax like a crashing wave. He was incredible and she wanted more of him.

He lifted himself off his knees and slid into the bed, lying next to her and kissed her deeply. She reached a hand between their two bodies and encircled his cock. It felt hot against her hand and she could feel him throbbing at her touch. She stretched her arm down, reaching to stroke his balls lightly, and bringing her fingers upwards, stroking his pulsing cock. He moaned as they continued to kiss and she stroked him that way again and again, her own need growing with each moan of pleasure she created with her strokes. She then encircled his cock with her hand and squeezed, stroking him over and over, ocassionally pressing her palm against the head. His breathing grew rapid, her soft hands against his cock felt so incredible.

Just when he thought he couldn't take another minute, she pushed him onto his back and slung one leg over him, straddling him and sitting upright on his lap. Using both hands now, she continued caressing him, his heat and throbbing making her crazy too. She lifted herself up on her knees and placed the head of his cock against her drenched pussy, using him to pleasure herself, massaging him with her hand and pressing him in circles against her clit.

"Ohhhhh.... mmmmm.... more...," he pleaded. "More!"

She continued to press him against herself and slid his aching cock inside her. She squeezed him with her pussy as thrust inside of her. They moved slowly at first, she moving her body up and down, up and down, squeezing him inside of her. She reached her hands behind and braced them on his thighs, arching her back so he reached deep inside of her. His hands grasped her ass as he pulled her onto him, over and over until they were moving in rhythm, faster and faster. She felt lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through her body as he thrust inside of her again and again. She was aware of nothing but his body creating perfection with hers, wanting him to touch her everywhere.

"Oh yes. Yes. Oh, god..... baby, that feels so good." She felt a rush flow through her body as she felt herself exploding in orgasm once again.

When she had recovered, she eased herself over his body, pressing herself against him, feeling his cock pressing, hard, against her stomach. She began to kiss him, moving her lips down his jaw, placing kisses on his neck, moving her body down his as she kissed him all over. She buried her face in his stomach, her hands stroking his body as she continued to kiss him, all the while continuing to tease his body with hers as she made her way downward until she was settled between his legs. She held his cock in her hand and stroked it against her cheek, turning her face to kiss it gently. She teased the tip with her tongue while her hands continued stroking him, massaging his cock with her own juices. He moaned in pleasure, running his fingers through her hair as she pleasured him. She stroked his cock over and over, alternating kissing and licking and then took him in her mouth, tasting herself on him. She began to suck as she petted his balls and took him in deeply pressing her tongue against him and sucking him over and over. She knew she was driving him crazy and continued to suck him furiously until he could feel the back of her throat. He began to moan, a low groan escaping him as she sucked him, loving the feeling of him throbbing inside her mouth.

"Oh baby... that feels incredible... oh baby... I... I need to cum." It was all she needed to hear and she made no move to pull away but continued to suck on him and stroke him with her hand.

"Oh god, oh god... oh my god...," he exclaimed, and he felt himself exploding into her mouth and she drank him in. He felt as if his heart was going to pound right out of his chest and he reached to pull her back up and against him. She slid back up the bed, tangling her legs between his and pressing against his body nestling against him while they held each other in complete satisfaction and exhaustion.

The late afternoon sun was beginning to settle in the sky and he asked her, "We could still go on that hike if you want..."

She met his gaze and said, "It's getting late. Why don't we head back to my place and I'll make us some dinner."

"I'd love to," he said.

After they docked the boat back at his place, they walked together to hers. As he closed the door behind them, she asked with a gleam in her eye, "Just how hungry are you? I could start dinner right away if you want. But I was thinking.... maybe a shower beforehand would be nice....."

The grove of trees blurred through the driver's side window as her car sped down this once country road. Suburban sprawl had taken over the land on the west side of the road and was now sprinkled with executive homes each sitting on an acre or so of property. To the east though, the landscape remained untouched and she reached for her sunglasses from the counsel as the mid-day sun glimmered through the foliage to her left. She let the car creep past the speed limit as it traveled down a steep slope. She was only minutes away and she was excited to get there.

Beyond the traffic light, she began to look for her turn. The restaurant would be just up ahead in the latest retail complex to grace the rapidly growing city. Luxury SUVs and cars darted in and out of the one way circle as consumers made their way to and from the specialty shops and restaurants.

They had agreed to meet at a casual bar and grill. His hotel room was located just across the road and he said he would meet her in the bar and then they could get a table and order lunch.

She smiled and thanked a business man who had stopped to hold the door as she entered the restaurant. She felt a faint blush of nervousness as she removed her sunglasses and surveyed the scene, hoping she would recognize him. She had seen his picture on the banner of his blog and they had exchanged numerous emails in the past few months, at first simply swapping ideas for their writing, but eventually delving into more personal conversations. He knew a bit about her life and she had learned about his. They had laughed at each other's stories about kids and sympathized with each other over married life. He was in town for a conference and they had agreed that since he would be so close to her office, it would simply be wrong not to meet in person.

Her eyes settled on a man sitting alone, sipping on a Sam Adams and watching ESPN on the t.v. She noticed the clean lines of his yellow oxford shirt stretched over his back and caught the glimmer of the watch on his wrist. His sleeves were rolled up to just below his elbows and he looked comfortable with one arm resting on the bar, the beer bottle held loosely in his hand the other hand resting casually on his leg as his body turned slightly to the right, allowing him to glance toward the door on occasion to see if she had arrived.

As if he could feel her watching, he turned and caught her eye. She felt the tension leave her shoulders as she recognized his smile and his clean-cut features. She strolled over to him and he took her hand in his, telling her, "It's so good to finally meet you in person. You're taller than I imagined!" An embarrassed smile crossed her face as she noticed he was slightly shorter than her. She was glad she had worn some casual sandals instead of the heels she usually wore to the office.

"Have a seat," he offered as she smoothed her skirt and she got comfortable on the stool next to his. He couldn't help noticing her smooth, tanned legs and the way her skirt didn't quite reach her knees. She was wearing a light pink cami and a white denim jacket with her floral skirt and she was sure she caught him giving her an approving once-over as he took her in.

"Have you been waiting long?" she asked him.

"Just a few minutes," he admitted. "The last of the day's meetings wrapped up early so I just headed over afterwards."

She was glad he wouldn't have to be in a hurry to get back to anything and hoped they could take their time talking over lunch. She felt a little strange meeting him like this, but they had been corresponding and getting to know each other comfortably for a while now and she reminded herself it was ok. She didn't have a lot of friends who were men, but something about him just clicked and she felt comfortable talking with him, almost like talking with one of her girlfriends.

They talked about the weather and how his flight had been. The bartender took her order and she ordered a Mich Golden Light. Bottle. No glass. He thought about what an easy-going woman she seemed to be. He felt relaxed and at ease with her, just like he knew he would.

The conversation flowed and he was telling a story about his five year old daughter when they made their way to their table. She was impressed with the fact that he was such a nurturing father and tried to imagine him pushing his little girl on the swings at a park or running alongside her as she learned to ride her bike without training wheels.

Soon their food arrived and they each ordered another beer. She was telling him a story about the time she was at a botanical display, traipsing around with her camera and trying to capture some shots of the flowers. He was laughing as she described an older gentleman that seemed to keep crossing her path and teasing her about the fact that "security" was going to come after her for stepping into one of the gardens.

She realized she had his full attention whenever she was talking. His lips formed a lazy smile and his eyes were focused on hers. She stopped talking for a moment and breathed a sigh of contentment and admitted, "I'm so glad we did this. This is nice."

"Yeah, it sure is..." he said and she found herself at a loss for words momentarily. She smiled and tried to remember what she was saying and hoped he didn't notice she was blushing again. What must he think? She was acting like a school girl. She hoped he couldn't tell what she was thinking, but when she felt his fingers slide to the inside of her thigh, she was surprised to realize he was thinking the same thing.

"Is this ok?" he asked, with eyebrows raised.

"It's very ok," she whispered.

"What do you think? You ready to get out of here?"

"Sure," she replied.

He asked for the check and soon they had paid the bill and found themselves standing outside in the warm spring air. There was a slight hesitation between them, but he quickly put her at ease when he suggested they take a walk.

"I'd like that," she told him.

They hadn't been walking long before they found themselves in front of his hotel.

"Maybe we should go in. We could have a drink, talk, whatever you want," She suggested. She asked herself, "What are you doing?" and held her breath until he said, "Yeah. Let's go in."

Her heart was pounding as they walked past the front desk and towards the elevator. She suddenly couldn't think of a thing to say when the elevator bell rang and her legs carried her into the elevator. Brief thoughts of his wife, and her husband crossed her mind but were brushed away when he took her hand and smiled at her again. His smile was completely disarming and she knew she couldn't walk away if she tried. The lights flashed on the elevator's panel... second floor, third floor, DING!

She continued to hold his hand as he led her to his room and scanned his key card in the lock. Once inside, she stood nervously as he tossed the card on the dresser and took the cell phone clip off his belt. She noticed his travel bag sitting neatly next to the window and scanned over a few of his personal items that had been left sitting out; his laptop, a stray t-shirt and a few receipts. She thought about where he might have been and the kinds of things he might have done in the days up until now and wondered if he could have imagined their meeting would turn out this way. She caught the scent of him in the room; his shampoo, maybe? More likely his cologne. She breathed in the smell of him, wanting to commit it to memory.

He approached her, hands in his pockets and said, "Don't be nervous. We can just talk if you want. It's ok."

"No, I'm fine," she told him. She didn't want to seem to aggressive, but she was hoping he'd make another move. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he leaned forward, his lips almost touching hers. He pulled back, his head tipped slightly and looked deep in her eyes, checking for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, he brushed his lips to hers and lingered there. She felt herself melting as she kissed him back while her hand found it's way to his hip. She felt him murmur, "mmmmm" as he began to press her against the wall with his body. His hands were braced against the wall on either side of her head as her hands pulled his hips, bringing his body against hers.

The kiss grew hotter and she opened her mouth to welcome his tongue. She felt her pulse racing as his tongue flicked against hers and she let hers explore his delicious lips. She slipped one foot behind his leg, parting hers for him so he could settle against her. She could feel him growing hard inside his khakis as he pressed against her and one hand found it's way to her breast.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "You have to tell me whether or not you're sure before this goes too far."

Instead of voicing her answer, she reached for his hand and placed it inside her short skirt. With her lips still meeting his, she murmured, "I'm sure."

He felt all resolve escape him as his fingers discovered the lacy thong beneath her skirt. He slid the thong aside and slipped one finger underneath to discover her clit already swollen and damp. His lips covered hers again, kissing her deeply as he pressed several fingers against her and slid them back and forth. He could feel his pants tightening against his erection as he allowed his fingers to explore her wet pussy.

She couldn't believe the intensity, the pleasure his fingers were causing and she raised her knee up, hooking her leg behind his waist, offering him all the access he wanted. An excited groan escaped her lips and she felt him dropping to his knees in front of her. She braced herself against the wall as he lifted her skirt and stroked her thighs. He was teasing her, slowly, taking his time and she loved every minute of it. His fingers stroked the inside of her thighs, making their way closer and closer to where she ached to feel them. To add to the ache, he leaned in to kiss inside her thighs, teasing, kissing, stroking.... His lips came deliciously close to her pussy and then she felt the tip of his tongue tasting her.

"Ohhhhhhh.... don't stop. DON'T stop!" she pleaded as his fingers continued to play with her and his tongue began to explore her more. He was licking her juices, up one side of her pussy and the other. His lips... THOSE delicious lips encircled her swollen clit and he began to suck. Her fingers reached into his hair, pressing him into her. She wanted more, MORE. His tongue felt hot as he continued to take her in, licking, stroking, tasting, drinking. Her fingers were gripping his hair, encouraging him. When he slipped two fingers inside her while continuing to flick his tongue against her clit, she knew she couldn't hold out.

"Oh, yes. YES! Oh, don't stop...Oh, oh... OHHHHHHHH. He felt the shudder of her orgasm, his face buried against her and drank her in. It made him crazy. He couldn't get over how hard this made him. He looked up at her and smiled and she pulled him up to her.

"Let me taste," she asked and he pressed his lips to hers obliginglyand they shared the remnants of her orgasm .

He found himself pleasantly surprised at her sudden fervor as he felt her hands on his belt. In a flurry, they peeled clothing from each other. Any sense of inhibition had long since been abandoned. Thoughts of their real lives were pushed away for the time.

When all the clothing was strewn across the floor, she pulled him to her and began to stroke his cock, pressing it against her stomach while he nibbled on her collarbone. Her warm hand closed around him as she discovered every ridge of him, caressing his hard cock, feeling his heat. Knowing her touch turned him on like this made her more excited. Standing face to face, body to body, she teased him, drawing circles on his head and coaxing a bit of cum from him. She lifted her fingers to her lips and sucked on the taste of him. She could feel his heart pounding and he could feel hers. They were breathless, kissing, their hands roaming each other, touching everywhere.

She felt him pushing against her, urging her backwards and she felt the edge of the dresser behind her. She eased herself up onto it until she was sitting and opened her legs to him. She reached her hands behind his back and pulled him to her.

"Come here... I want you inside me," she whispered in his ear. She didn't have to ask twice. His fingers were once again stroking her pussy, sending bolts of lightening through her body when she felt his hard cock enter her. With a gasp, she lifted her legs and wrapped them tightly around his waist.

"Mmmmm... you feel so good," he murmured against her neck.

She could not get over how much she loved being with him this way, how sexual and desirable he made her feel. She wound her arms around his neck and hung on tight as his hands cupped her ass and he thrust inside of her, over and over. She felt herself being lifted. He stayed inside of her while he carried her a few steps to the bed where they landed in a tumble.

They were in a frenzy, kissing, stroking, whispering. She rolled on top of him, sitting upright, straddling him. She stared into his eyes as she rocked herself against his cock, pressing her clit against him, reaching behind to stroke his balls. He groaned in pleasure, craving more of her hot, wet pussy, relishing the feeling of being deep inside her. She watched his eyes roll back and it made her want him more. She moved faster, then slower, then faster again, thrusting her hips toward him, pressing his pulsing cock deep inside and wanting to draw out this time with him as long as possible.

Next it was his turn to take control and he rolled her beneath him. He gazed down at her and drew circles on her nipples with his fingers, making them hard. He slid down to kiss and suck on them and she arched her back to encourage him to continue and she stroked his back and explored his body with her hands while he kissed her all over.

"Can we try something?" he asked and she responded, "Anything..."

"Roll over on your stomach," he whispered. She did as he asked and she felt him brace himself on top of her. She felt his fingers slide underneath her, stroking her pussy again and she thought it would send her over the edge. As his fingers stroked, she felt his cock rubbing against her buttocks. Slowly, slowly his fingers stroked and soon she felt his cock slide inside her. The pleasure was incredible as he slowly pulled himself almost all the way out and then plunged inside of her again. She could feel the heat of his body against her back as they continued to smolder together.

"Can we try something?" he asked again and she murmurred, "Mmmm... yes... anything, baby..."

"Are you willing to try anal with me?" he asked.

"Mmmmm Hmmmm..." she encouraged demurely....

She felt his cock slide out of her pussy and he reached his hand around her hip again as his fingers found their way to her clit once more. She was just deciding she could not get enough of his fingers stroking her deeply when she felt his cock, now covered in her juices, pressing into her. He moved slowly, kissing the back of her neck, and asked her, "Is this ok?"

"Mmmmm... yes... I love it...." she responded. Her body tingled and the sensation of his cock inside her in this incredibly intimate way made her crazy.

He moved so gently, not wanting to hurt her, never stopping the constant massage of her clit. She pulled her knees up beneath her and they sat up together, kneeling on the bed, he enveloping her with his entire body and both of them revelling in the intimacy they had forged together. She slid her hands underneath his muscular legs to brace herself and and pressed herself against him, making him glide in and out of her. His arms reached around her, his hands working between her legs as they moved together in rhythm.

Her entire body began to tense up as she felt herself losing control. "Ohhhhh.... yessss... yes... Uhhhh...OH... MY.... GOD....."

It was more than he could stand, the heat and wetness against his fingers.... being inside her so tight... feeling her squeezing his throbbing cock...and with a roar he let himself go too...

They collapsed together on the bed, surprised and exhausted smiles on their faces. They lay there for a while, their fingers softly stroking each other's skin until she slowly pulled herself up off the bed. He watched her walk, naked, unashamed; her long, lean body strolling toward the bathroom and heard the sounds of the shower being turned on. A few seconds later, she was peeking out the bathroom door and beckoning him with her index finger...

"Can we try something?" she asked.

She didn't have to ask twice.....

She opened her email inbox and she saw his name there. Here heart skipped a beat as it always did when she found a message from him had arrived.

"I know you have the day off tomorrow. I'm on my own for the week. I thought we could meet at the park. I'll pick you up. Can you make it work?"

She could make it work. She would have walked through fire to make it work, to get a dose of him. She typed out a quick response. "I'll be there. I can't wait."

She had trouble sleeping that night. She couldn't take the waiting. When the alarm clock went off, she didn't bother hitting the snooze. She chose her clothes carefully. Casual, yet something she knew would make him look twice. Low cut jeans, a v-neck sweater that hung just a little too low. Black string bikinis. He liked those.

In the shower, she could only think ahead to the time she would spend with him. Her heart was pounding already. She took extra care to shave. Everywhere. She wanted to be perfect for him. After showering, she toweled off and strategically sprayed his favorite scent, Amber Romance, all over her body. Next she dried her hair and applied her make-up, constantly thinking about looking as perfect as possible for him.

She paced the house, pretending to take care of little chores that needed doing until finally it was time to leave. She drove to the park where he had asked her to meet him and chose a parking spot in a little lot tucked away out of sight. It wasn't long before she heard the hum of his truck pull up next to her.

She looked out the passenger window and he was there, smiling at her. She grabbed her purse and locked up the car, walking around behind it to meet him where he was now standing, waiting for her. With the doors of the truck open, sheltering them from any possible onlookers, he pulled her to him, resting both hands on her lower back and pulled her in for a kiss. "Are you ready?" he asked. She smiled and nodded.

He opened the passenger door for her as she stepped into the vehicle, closed it behind her and then climbed back in to the driver's seat. She watched him move as he looked over his shoulder and began to back out of the parking spot. Turned sideways in her seat, she couldn't help but smile at him. He caught her stare, smiling himself and asked, "What?" "Nothing." she replied. "I'm just happy."

He reached one hand over to rest on her thigh and said, "You look beautiful." Her heart soared. She hadn't felt beautiful in a long time, but somehow with him, she believed it.

The drive to his house didn't take long. He pulled into the garage, closing the door behind them. He walked around to the passenger side of the vehicle and took her hand, leading her into the house.

Once inside, his eagerness was apparent. After closing the door behind them, he grabbed her and pressed her back against it, pressing himself up against the length of her body in the process. He dipped his head down to cover her mouth with his and kissed her heatedly while a soft moan escaped her. The moan turned him on. He had told her this before. It was something she couldn't help. Kissing him always made her feel as if she was on fire, and he loved the soft noises his kisses evoked. He let out a low groan and she could feel him growing hard, pressed up against her while they kissed.

"Come here..." he told her. "Let's go upstairs.

He placed his hand on her back and guided her in front of him. On the way up the stairs, his hands found their way to her hips and he steered her into the bedroom. Shutting the door behind them, he nearly dragged her to the bed. He sat on the edge and pulled her onto his lap so that her legs straddled him. She was resting on her knees, one leg on each side of his strong thighs. His arms encircled her waist and he pulled her tight against him. She felt her own desire growing as again, she felt his hard cock inside his pants. His fingers reached into her hair and he pulled her mouth to his, kissing her hard and exploring with his tongue.

She felt his hands move to the back edge of her sweater and he slipped it off of her as she raised her arms to accomodate him. He quickly unfastened her bra and slid that off too. She ran her fingers through his hair and watched his eyelids close slightly as he watched himself caress her nipples. He continued gently stroking her breasts until she felt his embrace tighten, pulling her to his mouth. He began to suck and tease with his tongue making her nipples grow hard.

She reached her hand down and began to rub his cock through his pants and again, a moan of pleasure escaped his lips. In one fluid motion, he lifted her off his lap and laid her back on the bed, her legs draped over the edge. Kneeling between her legs, he began to kiss her stomach as he unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off her legs, leaving the bikinis in place. He then came back to kiss her stomach again, teasing with his tongue, moving his mouth lower and lower until his lips were just above the bikini. She was aching for him as he continued kissing and slid his fingers inside the string and slipped those off too.

He pulled himself part way up on the bed, bracing himself on one elbow while trailing a finger down her breasts, teasing her stomach, tracing her pelvic bone and finally sliding a finger between her legs where he found her eagerly awaiting his touch. There was something she loved about the somewhat vulnerable feeling of being completely naked, watching him take her in, while he was still fully clothed. But soon desire took over and she sat up to let him know she wanted his skin against hers.

She reached for his hand, standing up next to the bed as he followed. She slipped her hands beneath his shirt, teasing for a moment by sliding her fingers inside the waist of his pants. She pulled the shirt over his head, pausing to kiss him, pressing her breasts against his chest and then reaching down to unbutton his pants.

Reaching inside his boxers, she slid both them and his pants down, dropping down herself along with them and pausing to kiss his now very hard cock. He stepped out of his clothing, and placed his hands on her head, encouraging her to continue.

Taking his hard cock in her hands, she stroked him while she sucked on the tip, placing her lips around the ridge of the head and teasing with her tongue. She drew his cock out of her mouth and dipped her head to lick the length of him, then going back to take him into her mouth again, a little deeper this time. She continued alternating between licking and sucking, each time going back to take him in deeper and deeper. His breathing grew rapid and his hands remained in her hair, encouraging her, telling her how good it felt. Finally, she quit taking him out of her mouth and took him in deeply, sucking hard, pressing her tongue against his cock as she sucked. His hips were moving in rhythm with her mouth when he suddenly asked her to stop. "I don't want to come yet."

He pulled her naked body against his, his hot, hard, wet cock pressing against her stomach. Sitting back down on the bed, he lay back, pulling her against him. He began kissing her again, then rolled her off of him and on to her back. He leaned over her, kissing her neck, which drove her crazy enough, while he reached his hand between her legs. His fingers glided easily as he began to tease her clit, running a finger up and down one side, then the other. Next he took her clit between his thumb and a finger and began to rub, slowly at first, then gaining momentum. He knew how she loved this, could tell be the way she was arching her back, pressing herself into his fingers. Faster and faster, his fingers massaged her clit, pausing ocassionally just enough to let her catch her breath, then sliding two fingers up and down her pussy. He would listen to her moaning, "mmmmmm...." and then begin to massage her clit furiously again. Over and over he did this until she couldn't catch her breath. His fingers working like magic, she began to moan, over and over, higher pitched each time. She felt the wave coming over her and rolled on top of him, locking his hand in place between him as she came, raining onto his hand. This pleased him. He kissed her mouth, then reached his fingers up to suck her juices from them, smiling at her as he did so.

She looked into his eyes and began to move over him, sliding her wet pussy over his cock. She slid one hand to the underside of his cock, pressing him against her, rubbing him as she slid back and forth against him rubbing her clit against his hard cock. He reached for her hips, pulling her against him moving along with her motion. Her hand was now covered in her own juices and she circled his hard cock with her fingers, stroking him, up and down, squeezing, circling the head with her thumb. He grew breathless and told her, "I need to be inside you...." and she guided him inside, feeling every inch of him filling her up. His hands were all over her. Beads of sweat rolled between her breasts. Her hands were wrapped around his neck and she could feel the damp curls of hair on the back of his head. Her body lifted with each thrust of his hips and she tipped her head and tasted the salt on his lips as she kissed him. They broke off the kiss, each gasping for air. She could feel every nerve inside her screaming to life, as his cock seemed to touch each and every one of them. She could feel her body screaming to let loose as she began to moan, over and over. She looked in his eyes, saying "Yes. YES! Baby... I'm going to come. Come with me...." He nodded, unable to speak, breathless and she pressed her pussy against him, trying to dissolve inside of him. He let out a roar of release and she felt his hot cum filling her as she felt as if she was exploding into a million little pieces all over him. She was now draped over his body, his hand gently stroking her back as he covered her mouth with soft kisses as she wished it didn't have to end.

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It had been a curiosity for them for a very long time. Doubts can arise from time to time and there is a definite certainty regarding how sexually charged a mutual encounter can between a man and a woman. On occasion, on occasions that only happen in odd days when the planets align, people win the lottery, who don’t play, and when political parties get along, women look to other women for sexual gratification.

Today, among all other days, was one of those days. A day like this can often begin like any other day. The normality of life turns and twists to find two people turning and twisting together, bodies in motion; far beyond their wildest dreams.

If it had not been for the tour, these two would never have met. Traditional, conservative, schoolteachers. They both frequently wore the same type of schoolteacher clothes, long dresses with flower print patterns made of rayon and cotton mix, with collars and pleats.

The greatest portions of their day was spent directing the young minds in their charge to the simple learning of common mathematical operations, the history of things they wouldn’t remember and uncanny ability to know when they needed to send kids to lunch and recess early.

Today was the class field trip to the natural history museum. There were 4th graders everywhere, a smattering of parents and teachers trying like Secret Service agents to corral toddlers in a massive breakout of Alcatraz.

As the two of them backed up to direct their classes to the next exhibit they bumped into each other going in opposite directions. And this is where their story begins …

“Oh, I’m sorry, are you ok.”

“I’m fine, I should have been looking where I was going.”

They were both average as average can be explained. Normal in size, weight and appearance. The same age, late 20’s, the same height, and the same situation in life, single.

No matter when two people meet a list of things happen, each is examined for a personal check-down list. At the end of the list, if a person is comfortable, something happens, a conversation starts or ends. In this case a conversation began.

“I’m so sorry, this is just the worst field trip idea ever on this particular day.”

“I know, our original idea was to go to the zoo, but it seems the weather has never cooperated with us, so here we are. JOHNNY! Keep your hands and feet to yourself!”

“I agree, my name is …,” and a crowd of 12 year olds trampled past their introductions.

“It’s nice to meet you. Listen, I’ve wanted to do the zoo field trip for years, do you have anything that you use to book the trip? I have been trying and trying to find information, but the zoo is impossible.”

“Yes, I do, let me email it to you when I get back to the class.”

And from there the relationship began. An email here, and email there to find they were both members of the same gym, graduated roughly the same year from college and had a shared interest in a café that sat on the edge of a park not too far from where either of them lived.

Over the months they would spend time at the café watching the ducks, talking teacher shop and admiring the others pedicure, shoes, necklace and enjoying the simple company of two single women.

Things were going well until a man interrupted the solitude. It seems that one of our pair had been dumped by her boyfriend and needed some time with her friend to talk about it and relate the pain of the heartache.

“I know, I should have seen it coming. Is it hackneyed to say ‘He was just not that into me?’”

“Maybe, but I always wonder if we ever know what men are really thinking. Yes, they focus on their penis and their stomach and our body parts, but really, they can’t be out just for a good time ALL the time.”

“No, I guess not, but it had started so well and finished so poorly. It just wasn’t there. I’m sad, but not broken about it. He was good in bed, but not really what a woman needs. You know? Mentally he was there, attentive affectionate, but the touch was just not it.”

“I think I know. I’ve been with men like that as well, good, but not great. It doesn’t end with, ‘I’ll call you,’ but with a kiss at the front door and the feeling that something was missing.”

“Exactly!”

The rest of the hour was spent with a focus on other things of interest. Lunch was over and the cheese cake was all over except the weighing-in in the morning. A drop fell and surprised them both. Then another and another. Since they both walked to the café they weren’t prepared for a sudden burst of rain. Immediately, they headed for the nearest apartment.

By the time they arrived they were both wet and slightly cold under the dry cool air of the nearest apartment.

“I can’t believe how wet I am!”

“No kidding, ugghhhhh, that was aweful! I have a bathrobe you can borrow, let me take your clothes and dry them for you. You’re welcome to shower to warm up if you want.”

“I can’t put you to that much trouble.”

“It’s no big deal and I’ll need to dry off myself and dry my clothes.”

At that one of the pair headed to the shower her clothes the opposite was to dry on low for a few minutes. The other couldn’t help but notice her friends shape and uncanny simple beauty. It had been a long time and her curiosity of being with a woman was not something new, but something that crept up as often as 5th Sundays. She tried to push the desire down. The desire to know another woman’s touch. The desire to feel soft skin and hairless legs against hers.

As she looked in the mirror she could see her own disheveled hair, wet from an afternoon storm. Her own handsome looks and quiet charm. She wanted to know.

It was a little much for her as she moved to the bathroom. The shower was warm and steam mixed above her in the cool part of the room.

“Do you need anything?” was her question before the response of, “Soap, I can’t find the soap,” came in good time.

She paused … grabbed the body wash and in one bold move slipped in the shower with her friend.

A look of shock overtook her wet partner.

“Oh! Uhmmm,”

“Here’s the soap, I was just cold and thought, if it was ok, I could warm up. I’m sorry, how terribly intrusive of me.”

“Wait … that’s ok, I understand.”

And they both warmed under the steaming water. Not far from each other they both noticed the supple shape of breasts, smooth lines of shaved legs and soft curves no man dares posses. Soap went on a buffing rag and then was gingerly applied to the other’s body. They stood in front of each other cleaning and breathing.

Hands began to wander from backs to hips and thighs as the other placed her arms on the shoulders in front of her.

“I’ve been curious … and I can’t think of this as a lesbian encounter. I’m fixated on your touch and your kindness.”

“I am too.”

And with that they kissed a slow simple exchange much like any first kiss. They both let their hands fall to their hips and pulled each other closer. Their nipples touched as their tongues began to search the other. The soft prickle of pubic hair gently aroused them both. Their hard wet nipples grazed the other and sent butterflies through their stomach.

“Am I being to forward to ask we move this to another room?”

“No, I was hoping you would.”

And the shower quit but the heat stayed hot.

They both lay side by side on the bed gently running fingers over every body part they could imagine. Shoulders, necks, hairlines, ears, hips, inner thighs. No part remained untouched.

They kissed again and again and could get over how soft and supple each other was.

Finally, someone rolled over on her back and the other moved on top of her stomach exposing her pussy. The other’s hands gently touched the other’s lower abdomen. Feeling the gentle curve down to the lips and seeing the glistening natural lubricant. Her hands reached up and put a thumb and forefinger on a nipple and gently massaged it moving her hands down she gently pulled her friend on top of her mouth and began to lick and kiss.

Her friend’s head went back and her hair tumbled down her back as she reached to steady herself on the headboard. A slight moan filled the air as a tongue went from top to bottom and then side to side.

No man had ever been able to give her the pleasure of this woman with her tongue.

With one hand on the headboard and one on her breast she gently rocked back and forth over her friends tongue. She felt a hand trace the curves of her ass and the back of her thigh and she felt more than tingles and butterflies surge through her.

The licking got more intense and faster. More moans filled the room. Neither could believe they were this close to pleasing the other. Finally, a quick flick of the tongue did her in and she let loose a string of moans and “yes’s” much to each other’s delight.

She fell back on the bed and searched to regain her composure. Her friend nestled beside her and gently stroked her hair and arm.

After regaining her senses, she rolled to face her friend and kissed her and reached down to gently touch a cleanly trimmed area.

“Do you have a toy? I’d like to do that for you.”

“Yes, in the drawer.”

She reached over and pulled it from it’s hiding place and cold feel it’s cold surface. It was hard glass and she placed it in her mouth to warm it and to send a surge of arousal to her friend.

In a word or two, it worked.

She turned to strattle her friend and turned so that she was not facing her exposing her already throbbing pussy to again face her attractor. But this time it was her turn to be the giver.

As she leaned down, she gently rubbed the lips facing her and could feel a finger inserted into her own vagina.

“Wait, I’m supposed to be giving!”

And her friend relaxed and felt the smooth hard dildo slide into her bumping her g-spot. A warm tongue stroked her clit and she felt herself get even wetter. The dildo worked it’s way in and out thick and solid. It’s ribs bumped every nerve on the way in and out and the angle changed to tease and tickle a spot as it entered. She felt the cool contrast of the glass against the warm wet tongue and shuttered. It was coming and she wanted it to happen, and she wanted it to last.

She reached up and grabbed the ass of her friend to hang on. She could feel it approaching slow and large like a freight train barreling toward her from miles away.

She got closer and the train was making the room louder and more pronounced. In and out like an engine, the strokes of the piston moved faster and stronger. Her clit was reaching the boiling point as the cat like tongue rushed sensation between her legs.

The bed shook as the built up pressure slowly crept up on her like a cruel master. She let go and could hardly catch her breath and came.

The orgasm was intense enough to push fluid from her and leave grip marks in her friends ass.

And it was over. They adjusted themselves to hold each other and felt the warms and smelled the essence of each other. In moments they would sleep. In moments they would remember. In moments they would each find a connection between them that would not ever be repeated. They would find something that was discoverable, but not repeatable.

As time passed they each found loves, they each found hope and solace in the arms of the opposite sex.

And they each found that curiosity doesn’t always kill the cat.

Read more about "The Pool" here.

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Blue was her favorite color, which happened to be a good thing given her eyes were blue with grains of gold like pedals of sunflowers. It was like mixing the beautiful blue sky with the warm yellow summertime field of endless happiness.

The splashes rose and arched above her head dropping beneath her chin, between her fingers and behind her head. They came from the kicks of 4 year olds eager to show her they could kick when she said kick.

To stir the pot, she splashed and exhorted them with an occasional, “kick!” They responded and the water flew past her feverishly. The middle-aged soccer moms sat idly by oblivious to the life that was happening all around them. Their children supplied and endless summer of enjoyment for her and a future hope of babies to teach how to swim by herself without someone else’s child to hinder or annoy.

The only other enjoyment of her “lifeguard” – because she really felt more like a swim instructor than a lifeguard – was watching him work with his own set of children.

He was her “athletic geek” as she liked to call him. A couple of years her senior and quiet, except when kids were around. She considered him a kid himself now and then and hoped the parents didn’t mind his humorous style of teaching. Secretly, she wished he would joke with her. She wanted him to tease her, but not be mean.

His silver glasses fit close to his face and were tinted with a rainbow mirrored sheen. For fun he would hold his breath and go underwater with his students, turn around quickly while underwater and place his glasses on the back of his head. When they all popped up he would scream and they would all laugh.

His glasses were also good for hiding his gazes from her. He would catch her watching him; shaking her head in disbelief. She would help a student to kick and stretch out and she would look up and look at him straight in the eye. He saw her, and would return the gaze for passing moments and then kick off the bottom of the pool to keep up with his young tadpoles.

She stretched her arms out to show her students how to push and pull the water around to propel them through the water.

In her heart she was simple in the way you look at the sky and just know it will rain. The mechanics behind the storm are complex, unpredictable and amazing all in one. He saw this, he noted it and kept it close to him as you would something you wished to keep from others, and keep for yourself.

The frequently, worked later than most of the group to close the pool. Most of the time they would hang around after closing in groups of 3 to 5 chatting, straightening, cleaning and now and then sipping a slow beer fizz until someone broke up the party to go home. The bottles or cans would be taken out before the pool opened in the morning. Rarely, and as it was, never, were the two of them alone at closing. Policy dictated a single person could not close the pool even if it was logistically possible, practically it was not safe.

The head lifeguard at the end of the night would ask for volunteers to close the pool and if no one stepped forward, military volunteers were assigned to close for the night. Most of the time there were plenty of raised hands. But this particular night the stars aligned and the fates seemed to be in favor of these two.

As it happened, everyone except these two had somewhere to be. So they set about closing the pool 10 minutes early so that they could leave at a reasonable time. Wednesday nights were never busy and this particular one offered the difference of having the help of an overcast sky scatter sunbathers earlier than usual.

They went about stacking chairs, taking out trash and straining miscellaneous leaves from the pool. As the clouds gathered a stack of chairs blew into the pool in some kind of lifeless stagger and screech.

Both knew the chairs were too heavy for both of them to lift alone and the growing darkness meant they would have to hurry before either the storm moved in or the chairs became too heavy to lift or drifted to the deeper end of the pool.

They both jumped in from opposite ends and rushed to the center of the 6-foot mark. They reached the chairs at the same time and decided he would go under and lift the chairs off the bottom. She would maneuver them to the side with his help and both would lift them out of the water one at a time. He took a gasp of air and brushed the water to go down. His hand sent the water between her legs and he brushed against her by accident.

She felt the tips of his fingers across the back of her thigh and couldn’t tell if the shiver was from the cold air or his touch.

Slowly, they lifted the chairs above their heads and onto the side of the pool. Occasionally, they would reach up at the same time and their eyes would meet in close quarter proximity. They felt the warmth of each other and worked to avoid the eye contact that had been so common between them during the day.

The awkwardness of those moments showed the irony of their relationship, attracted, but shy, aware, but silent.

The last of the chairs was hoisted above their heads and onto the side. The slow drizzle had grown into a full down pour. They rushed to the side pool with the stairs. She grasped the handle and went to lift herself up and slipped. His hand caught her well formed behind in time to catch her fall. His hands grasped her hips and he gently lifted her back up.

A deeper shiver raced from her neck to her spine as she regained her footing and exited the pool. No sooner had she exited the dark waters than he quickly emerged from the pool. In the dim light from the office window she could she a slight erection in his wet swimsuit and had wondered how HIS hands had caused her own body to shiver and aroused a similar desire in him.

The rain was pouring now and the lightning was beginning to flash in ¾ time. They ran back to the office to wait out the storm.

The air in the office from the window unit was cool and muggy all at the same time. The windows were quickly fogging from the difference in humidity and created a perfect screen from the outside.

“Thanks for the lift. I must have lost my footing a hundred times on that step and I was hoping it wouldn’t happen at that moment.”

“No big deal, your ass feels nice though,” he said with a half grin, almost to say, “Yeah! I’m 14 again and I touched a girl’s ass!”

“You are so bad,” she replied.

“I’m just kidding, I didn’t want you to hit your chin and that just happened to be my first reaction.”

The blue in her eyes and the gold were accentuated in the harsh florescent light. She shivered from the air as the rain continued to pour down on their clothes and towels they had left in the frenzy.

They both looked through the lockers for a possible lost and found towel that would soak the water from their slowly cooling bodies.

“Got one!” she chirped, “And it’s big.”

“That’s what she said last night!”

“Again, you are horrid!”

“I know, but you’re smiling.”

“Just because you are crude doesn’t mean you aren’t funny. I watch you with the kids you know. I like the way you work with them. I can’t be that funny, it just doesn’t work.”

“Yeah, but you get them to do things in that comforting and soothing way.”

By this time the only wet part of her body was under her red lifeguard one piece. He was now shivering a few feet from the fan.
She moved closer and said, “Here get in the towel with me and let me help warm you up.”

At first he was pretty forward, but remembered she was at 98.6 degrees and he wasn’t and it was just a way to help him warm up.

“Thanks,” and with that again they were closer than they had been since pulling the chairs out of the water.

She looked up at him, rubbing his shoulders with her hands moving the blood in his chilly arms and getting the friction from her skin to warm him as much as she could.

Her hands were soft and warm and even though they had been drenched in chlorine all day, he still made out the faint smell of shampoo in her hair.

She smelled good and like flowers he had smelled as a kid in the floral shop his mom had taken him to to buy flowers for someone in the hospital. Sweet and fresh.

At that moment without a flash of light the power had gone out. The window unit went silent and slowly wound down to a halt.

He moved closer and closer to her and she let him. Her head looked down and he took his forefinger and lifted her chin.

Through the silhouette of her young face was accentuated by the glow of the flashing traffic lights.

Their lips touched and they both kissed with intent and purpose.

He held her in his arms and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him without regard to consequence or conscience.

She raised her chin higher and he devoured her neck in a way that made her knees weak. His lips found the soft nest of her neck and left his warm affection until she had to grasp him tighter to not fall.

The yellow flash of the traffic light lit their passion only enough for each of them to catch the other with rhythmical glimpses.

He reached to her shoulder and removed the straps holding her swimsuit up. At first she resisted but only slightly. He moved the top of her suit down to her waist and kissed again from her neck to the crevice of her slightly freckled breast.

Hips lips were warm lighting a fire further down her body. She could feel the throbbing between her legs and in her stomach the butterflies raced and bounced like prisoners of a large sinking ship desperately trying to escape a certain fait.

She reached to his hip and placed her thumb inside his shorts. She felt the cold air raise her nipples. His lips brushed and grazed against the delicate skin of her nipple and for the first time she could tell she was wet between her legs but not from the pool.

Her head tilted back and exhaled with more of a sigh than a moan. His lips and hands moved over her breasts in ways that sometimes she couldn’t tell which were more powerfully arousing to her.

By now she was gripping his waistband in a clenched fist as her right foot curled up and stroked the back of his leg.

He felt the smooth skin of the top of her foot as it went from his ankle to the back of his knee. Surely, by know she could feel how hard he had become with slowly massaging and licking each breast until she no longer knew she was sighing and moaning.

He removed the rest of her swimsuit from her slowly passing the bare skin of her pussy. The air moved around the bare lower half of her body and she felt the cold moving air between her legs and felt her skin rise with excitement and sensation.

He stood back up and pulled her close while he kissed her. She felt the stiffness of his cock next to her lower abdomen and wished he would advance and slide inside. She didn’t care how he did it or where she was sitting or standing, she just wanted him inside, his hands gripping her.

He felt her hands move his trunks lower around his waist and felt the cold himself as well as the pulsing of his heart extended to his stiffening and growing cock. The shorts dropped to the floor to keep company her one piece and for the first time their naked bodies touched and warmed as kisses were exchanged in the empty wonder of the night.

She put her arms behind her and lifted herself onto the lower surface of a counter. High enough for him to kneel and get between her legs which she had eagerly spread for him.

She had not expected, tempted or dreamed this would happen, but she was letting it. She trusted his hands and his quiet nature outside of the pool.

His tongue licked from just below her pussy to the side and up around the clit. He sucked her outer lips and she felt the shivers roll up her spine and was no longer aware of any sound she was making.

He tasted the sweetness and smelled the clean smell of chlorine on her skin. The two mixed in his mind and his hands cupped the soft part of her ass as he licked and sucked more and more.

She stood and turned and reached between her legs to guide him in. What she felt were his balls in her hands and felt the ridge of his cock enter her unguided and without her own escort.

She felt him slide in and leaned hard against the counter feeling his cock slowly at first brush the very parts she had kept private from all but the most trusted.

He felts how warm and wet she was and her pussy gripped his cock as he slid further in then out. His hands hand moved slowly from her hair to her hips and were gently rocking her back and forth like a slow sweet lullaby or passion.

She let out a audible “uuuunnnnn,” and he quickened the pace to please his own desire. She felt him breathing harder and harder as he buried his head in the back of her neck. She reached back with one hand and caressed his short hair and let out a small, “ohhh,” to ease her tension and expand on the pleasure they provided each other.

He moved faster and she felt the first orgasm wash over her and audibly moaned. This quickened his pace and his tone as he screamed, “Yeaaaaaah!” and with that they both came letting out a loud low sigh as the tension of their bodies released.

She rested on the counter and he leaned over her. He kissed her temple and hugged her. She reached back and felt a small drop of sweat leave his forehead and land on her cheek.

By now the rain was ending. Only a few kisses lingered and words were left unspoken. She held him tightly against her and a tear fell from her eye to his chest.

They laughed and finished re-dressing. She looked up and kissed him and he kissed her with one hand resting on the small of her back.

The door opened and she turned to close it. Backlight by the yellow light she turned and headed for her car and an easy night’s sleep.

( You can read more about the behind the scenes of this story here.)

Maybe the world wasn't earth shatteringly different.

Slightly different.

He walked in like he had walked in a million times before. Those days would greet him at the door like an over anxious cocker spaniel, bounding to meet him, pouncing in a non-rhythmic fashion. And just when he thought it was under control, another round of K-9 pounces. And then his memory annoyed him, it peed on his feet just like that annoying dog.

He remembered a time when coming home and seeing her cooking made him happy. The trappings of the relationship were there. He would head up the hall and veer to the kitchen. Her bare legs were exposed. She wore white athletic anklets to keep her feet warm and his blue dress shirt to get him warming up. Her dark hair rested on the collar, one knee bent and leaning against the counter. She stirred more than what was for dinner. His heart beat faster; his breathing intensified.

She would look back at him with the shirt half buttoned and the wooden spoon slightly separating her straight, smart teeth. Then she did the unthinkable.

Slowly she licked whatever she had been stirring off the spoon; slowly, inserting the spoon into her mouth, curved side down, puckering and pulling the spoon out of her mouth and gracefully swallowing. The red tips of her fingernails tugged at the spoon then rested it on the counter to hold up her hand much like a Rockette uses a cane.

"Hi stranger," and then a brief pause, "I've been cookin'."

He could only stand in amazement wondering if he could keep from orgasaming in that moment. There was no question what both of them wanted right then, right there, in that moment.

But moments like that don't make relationships.

And there is no man more lonely than the one who has the fantasy, but not the love.

Because they were both guilty of “love”. The “love” that humps a total stranger consensually. The kind of “love” that looks for a phone call every 3 days for a booty call. The kind of “love” that calls when they are lonely ... and bored ... and horny.

They had "loved" each other for what seemed like forever, but still there is no man lonelier than the man who does not captivate his best female friend. He lives, as he did, in a world of sex, but emotionally devoid of love. Consensual acts, but no parity.

And she was no better; she saw the look on his face, deep and hollow from the years of trying to unsuccessfully deceive himself. And she saw it too. This was a man who "loved" her. And, oh yes, he could "love" her. He “loved” her in the kitchen, in the shower, on the washing machine, in the car, in the Jacuzzi and, now and then he "loved" her in bed.

She allured him with her ways. Men were easy for her. She knew "love" got her places in his life. Places she needed. "Love" got her away from bad friends, troubled families and fiction stranger than reality.

Yes, they used each other to medicate the small existence they perpetuated. And nothing was better than make-up "love". As rough as the words they used to wound each other. It placed band-aids on self-inflicted wounds. The "love" that should have healed them only opened up a desperate addiction for more, only these two, despite their intelligence, weren't bright enough to see the addiction. And they kept killing each other with “love”.

Sometimes when things weren't particularly kosher, she would start a small fight just so the "love" could ease the pain.

And he knew she did it. He saw the look in her eyes. He was no genius, but he reasoned it for himself that her attacks, retreats and apologies eventually lead to their rendezvous in the bedroom or the washer or the shower or where ever else "love" took them.

But as he opened the door this time he wondered if he could ever leave the emotional trauma unit of the existence they had created.

He decided.

What he decided didn't make sense. Even though he knew it was better to move on, he didn't. He didn't want out any more. He wanted in. He wanted into something bigger than he could create. Not just "love" but LOVE.

He wanted out of the ICU, but the decision he made took her with him. Why not? She had put him there and had been there herself. It would be a lonely life for both of them alone. He was a man and was going to do what, supposedly, all men do and evacuate the situation and make it right.

He walked in and decided. Committed, not involved, but fully committed.

Her eyes leveled on him - fully leveled. Like a storm on the horizon. He couldn't tell if she was acting or serious, but either way he had to get them out. The walking wounded would have to walk out and it would take a man to do it. And, at this point, it was a wounded man.

"I'm going to fuck you for the last time tonight."

The tone in his voice let her know this was not a goodbye speech. He wasn’t leaving. The "fucking" would stop, tonight.

And then something changed in her. It was like a voice said something. It sounded like the little girl she was years ago, falling for Joel Hobbs or Eric Boyt in high school. It was a small but strong voice.

"I would like that."

The stew could wait; they couldn't. They couldn't wait to leave, but they had to get enough "morphine love" to make to the next step. She was lost how this was going to happen. He was not.

A tear fell down her cheek and in all the years of the anger he did something he had never done - he kissed it and asked why she was upset.

"I'm not upset, I'm happy. Happy you are here."

There were no "I'm sorries" or, "I won't do it again" or, "Ok, I'll stop."

There were genuine looks of surprise and understanding. Looks that said, "This will not be easy, but it makes sense."

And he believed that this was what was supposed to happen.

She looked down and felt the release of the pain and struggle. A deep sense of peace and trust went through her.

"Take me to bed," were her words. She was no where near ready for LOVE, but figured they had to start somewhere familiar and this was the place they had visited on many occasions. But not like this time.

Instead of lunging at her for a kiss and grabbing her face; his thumb stroked her index and lead her down the hall.

Clothes were not flying off exposing breasts. Cocks were not being sucked and stroked. But in the recesses of their minds, the mechanics of how their bodies worked was less important than how their hearts were healing.

A turn away from the bedroom, she hopped on his back and placed her arm around his neck and whispered in his ear, "Love me," and he felt the warm drop of a tear on his neck. He turned away from the bed and dropped her on the sheets that had contained the bloodletting from the prior years.

She fell on the bed arms listless. The light from the bathroom was on and cast the light on her dark hair. She lay with her left hand on the top of her zipper. Her right arm straight and her left leg cocked and bent up to the side. Police tape couldn't have covered her better. The corpse of who they were was loaded into the hearse bound for the morgue.

He turned and gently kissed her. It breathed life into her soul. She felt her chest rise and fall pumping her heart into life. She pulled her shirt off her torso and exposed the everyday plain bra over her tits.

Every day was the way she wanted it. She could care less how exposed she was now, although, she did feel exposed in front of the man whom she had "loved" for so long. She reasoned she only feared what she had not known, and LOVE was as foreign as this moment.

His kisses warmed her skin from her belly button to her neck. She pulled him closer with her legs and pulled his shirt off his back. His chest felt more like a man who was strong. He rested against her now spread legs. She felt him harden. She pulled him close and he fell on top of her and she smiled.

He laughed and they lay there for a while interrupting the rhythm and cycle that had started. In fact, it was different. They had all the time in the world. A dying man would worry about how quickly he could get it over with before he died a little more. He only wondered if he could hold out as long as she needed.

He unsnapped her bra and it fell to the side as she pulled his face closer and kissed him with a smile. They felt the warm skin between them, and the rough snaps and buttons of other clothes. He lingered on her neck kissing, and, for the first time in years, he gave her goose bumps. They knew, the way people know, these were not from cold, but from the roller coaster ride of anticipation.

"It was funny," she thought, "Everything in this room is the same, except us. The nightstands, the remotes, even the unmade bed, but it's like I'm here with someone else, someone safe.”

He didn't think; he concentrated. Before he would have thought of the 7 steps he needed to get in her pants and erupt inside. This time he concentrated on her. It was almost numbing, "Am I spending too much time here, too little, is that too hard, too soft. Crap, what if I have to fart?" He knew his success when she took in deep breaths and slowly exhaled, and that was almost everything he did.

Soon they were equally rolling and touching, sometimes on top, sometimes beside each other. She was wet and he was hard, but there was not an ounce of sex between them yet. Finally, they fell off the bed.

A brief "Aaaaaaah" and they tumbled; they smiled, and then made love.

She had landed on top of him, her hair disheveled around her face, she drew back the errant blinding lock behind her ear, placed her hands on his chest eased back over his cock. She slid herself in, eyes closing and opening slowly. It wasn't tough and she was very ready to take him in. That first time in she felt him hard and warm. She counted his heart beats and waited until he hit 7 before she rose and felt in 2 beats then waited 7 again and repeated until the tingling in her pussy grew.

1
2
3
4
5
6
7
Mmmm
And up
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He felt the smooth slick skin in her pussy and her hands grip his face. She leaned closer and he kissed her. The hair ran wild again and tickled his face teasing his chin and cheek, a little like a child running around an adult and giggling.

She rocked forward with her hips and breathed in and felt every inch slide in and out. She licked her lips and moved rhythmically more quickly. He could feel how wet she was as it ran down his sack.

His hands followed the curves of her sides and rested on her chest. He squeezed and ran his thumbs over her nipples. A tear fell again and she smiled as if to say, "I can't help it," and continued to go faster. She nearly lost her balance when the first strong orgasm rolled in. She didn't want more “love” she wanted more LOVE and went faster. And it dawned on her that she wasn’t' thinking about herself anymore, but about him. The faster she went the more likely he would be to cum and maybe she could hold off enough for them to come together.

His hands moved to her hips and she felt how strong they were. He helped her moved and she panted air like small sips from a fountain cool. His face contorted and she let go and as he exhaled she closed her eyes and felt both of them come.

When they woke up she was covered with a blanket beside him in bed, with a bottle of water beside her and a bowl of warm stew.

He had loved her - truly loved her. And she had accepted that love and returned in kind.

There was work to be done. They had bandaged their wounds, but would have to help each other though the uphill climb of healing. Not too fast, not too slow. A little less microwave a little less crock pot. But the stew would give them strength.

He sat on the bench in his back yard, on top of the slab of ten by ten concrete that felt as cold as his heart. His forearms rested on the top of his thighs, his head cupping his temples. If he had been a smoker, or this had been the 1950's, an unfiltered Camel would have rested between his right index and middle finger lifting an aroma of fine North Carolina tobacco into the air.

It wasn't, nor was he that romantic in his white t-shirt and blue jeans. The sun was slowly setting to his left and the clouds probably brought the only peaceful sight to his day. The pastoral mix of pastels - oranges, pinks, purples and light blues - mixed with the smoke from his imaginary cigarette that burned with the setting sun.

He leaned back stretching his bare feet further down the concrete to a spot un-warmed by his skin and leaned back with his arms crossed over his unsettled stomach. It was nicer inside, more comfortable, more enjoyable, but the tension was too much.

Inside she washed vegetables. Potatoes, carrots, and then caught herself trying to clean a can of soup to throw in the stew she was preparing. She hated tension, and she knew he hated tension. Scrubbing vegetables seemed to burn off the adrenaline, but not fast enough. It had been months like this. The cycle was predictable and pathetic for two grown intelligent adults. Spark, argument, angry words, silence, calm.

In between wasn't that bad. But in between wasn't long enough or far enough in between. It was like you just kept expecting it. Never violent, just sporadic bouts of thoughts of incompatibility, unmet expectations that always lead to, well, moments like these.

She put the vegetable in the pot and the damp can back in the pantry. Everything was ready. Except her or him. Neither liked giving in, nor did either need to. It would happen when someone would just kind of laugh and say, "Ya, well let's move on." It was a life without, "I'm sorry's," "Will you forgive me's," or, "It's ok's." And that made for a hard life. A very hard life.

It wasn't hard in the sense that they were a couple on the edge of divorce, although it would seem like it at times. They weren't next to homeless, or destitute or riddled with disease. Actually, they were regular people. They worked, played a little and had friends, but fought a lot. Besides, what kind of Mary Poppins is happy all the time?

She sat down on the couch and opened the People she had gotten in the mail thumbing through the tattle rag of stories dedicated to upholding the image of ne'er-do-well and malcontents the country seemed to value. Was it that they were valued or that they were the escape from normal life? And that's what she wanted and that's what he wanted, but both of them were normal life run by the choices they made to cause their own problems.

What he wanted was a pleasant smile and a kiss at the door and some respect for what he did. In reality, she had no clue what he did, but it wasn't because she didn't care. No it was because she just couldn't grasp the concepts involved in what he did. He'd explained it to his dismay and frustration a million times. He even thought about just telling her he played piano in a whore house just so she might get it. His work was complicated and involved lots of processes and people, but he mostly wanted her to respect the complexity and the artistry in conducting business. She didn't.

She wanted him to show her the help she needed around the house. He vacuumed and she wondered if a their really was a riding vacuum. Anything to get him more interested in her life. She felt un-needed and not very special. In his world, the women were smart intelligent and gorgeous. They had multiple degrees and laughed and drove Mercedes sports cars. How could she compete with that. Through all of it, she never suspected him of cheating. No odd receipts showed up, no strangers calling from hotel phone numbers, no loss of time.

He was either incredibly good at deception or he just didn't cheat. In her mind, he just didn't cheat.

In his mind, he never wanted to cheat. He loved her and there wasn't a more pleasant woman, until recently. What started as a steamy slow cooker of romance had turned into something less than tepid. He grew tired of hearing stories about her friends and their daily problems. It almost seemed like whining. He offered suggestions to help, but that just started the "spin cycle", as he called it, all over again. Now and then recently she had caught him not even listening. It was a no win situation.

And the stew began to simmer.

He walked in and realized the world would be a slightly different place.

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He reached with his right hand and cupped her chin. He watched as her eyes went from his to his lips and back again. Returning and gazing and wanting and hoping. They leaned in and kissed. Slowly the kisses started like the rain, then flooded with a torrent.

She leaned back and felt her wet dress cling to her breasts. She wanted the rain, the kisses and him. She wanted to romance and the fun and the security of it all wrapped in a river of cool water evaporating off of sticky hot skin.

His hand left her face and moved down her arm to her hip. His cock ached to be inside her but knew she was driving, she was navigating. Her hand met his hip as they lay on their sides kissing as furiously as they could.

She could tell he could feel what was under her dress as he played with the seams, her hair wet with the rain.

He stood up and lifted her off the ground. She was light, easy on the eyes and maddening in her beauty at the moment. He picked her up and set her on the rail behind them.

The cold hard rail supported the smooth curve of her frame.

He looked at her and saw her hard nipples in the cool rain. It made his cock stiffen even more. His hand slid from her knee to her thigh to her hip. Her dress followed suit and she could feel the cool air between her legs.

The goose bumps rose and she felt a little embarrassed, but he kissed her and she kissed back more furiously her hands resting and balancing her on the rail.

His other hand followed suit and she felt him reach for the thin line separating her from nothing. Her feet rested on her hips and she felt the elastic-silk-lycra mix. Its wet grip slipped off in smooth jerks from her thighs revealing what he wanted.

Her feet balanced on him, her hands on his face she kissed him and spoke in ways he knew and would remember until he was an old man.

Her hands went down his neck and caressed his chest and undid his shirt. It was wet and warm with his cologne. She struggled only a second to free him of it. His shoulders helped him slide it off and out of his pants.

He lifted her wet dress over her head and tossed it behind him in the growing pile behind him. The sky was dark leaving no silhouette of her naked breasts except in the brief strikes of lightening.

Her nipples were hard and she was cold as his pants joined the congregation behind them. He slowly knelt down balancing her naked body gently on the rail and let his tongue warm the lips between her legs.

She felt him taste her as her eyes closed briefly to enjoy the feast he was partaking. She gracefully guided herself down with his help and laid on the clothes for comfort and directed him back to the warmth between her legs.

He embraced her hips with his hands and drew her clit into and out of his mouth. Her head rolled to the left as he could feel her engorged pussy begin to throb and warm to his tongue.

A hand worked its way to her nipple and she felt his fingers slowly and lightly rub the soft pink skin. She felt closer and more relaxed the more he continued. Her legs climbed over his shoulders and she heard her self think, “Fuck YA! Oh god fuck me with your tongue,” but kept these truths to herself.

He could tell her back was arching and she was positioning herself at the proper angles to orgasm. The skin between her legs was blushing and she was wet. He gently licked faster and with more intensity. He felt her heave in a huge breath and exhale slowly. A quick glance up revealed her right hand on her other tit. He knew but she didn’t. he took a breath and continued his rhythmical manipulation of her coming orgasm.

She breathed heavy and took her hands to his wet hair. A series of staccato “Oh’s,” fell from her lips. He felt her rise and fall and then burst in an operatic “AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” and he knew she was only briefly stopping to catch her breath to again have more.

She did what she could to pull him closer to her face. She kissed him and tasted her own sex as they kissed. It was intoxicating and erotic in the way he pleased her. She drank him in and slowly began to form a picture of what more she wanted.

He rolled over on his back and drew her on top of him. Her leg straddled him as if mounting for her a long ride.

She leaned in slowly and gently kissed his eyebrows and temple, letting her wet hair collect beside his ear. She whispered between kisses, “We kissed in the rain, you’ll never forget me,” and leaned her pussy on his cock.

She reached down and guided the stiff mass into her and looked up only enough to take a breath and start her rhythm.

Her knees could feel the cold hard floor beneath the clothes. She drove in harder and deeper looking for the angle to arouse not only her clit but also that sweet spot on the way in.

She felt every ridge and every vein in his cock. It nudged and bumped it’s way in and out of her as the heal of her hand pressed against his ribs. She squeezed to give him a tighter sensation. He moaned and could only reach for her wrists.

Faster, then slower, enjoying every bit of his cock. She wanted him like a little girl wants chocolate candy. She wanted to feel him cum beneath her, to please him, to let him have what made her woman and to have what made him man.

The rain quickened and the thunder followed the rip of light closer. He breathed deeper and she felt herself get closer. She came and couldn’t stop it and let out an “Ahhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmn nnnnnnnnn!” He worked harder and felt her throb and pulse around his cock. She squeezed and guided the tip of his cock over her g-spot and felt the intense pleasure again and again.

It was almost too much for him. His hands moved to her hips and moved her faster and with intent to cum inside her. She gave him control and leaned back exciting another spot she had forgotten. He moaned and she screamed and it was almost unstoppable. He shouted “FUCK!” and shot into her.

She felt him cum and quiver and slowed her pace and with every stroke let out a “mmm mmm mmm.”

She settle on his chest and let the rain sing to them. Sing them to sleep. Alone and naked and hot and cold and happy and satisfied.

"You'll never forget it," she said as the drips ran from her eyes delicately running the meticulous makeup preparation from a few hours before. His stare either meant he was close to leaving or close to moving in for the kill. She couldn't decide which he would choose, but had a beggar’s chance on the bowery he was going to move in "for the kill". He stepped closer and she closed her eyes, maybe for the last time as a single woman.

Hours before she had prepped with meticulous preparation for the evening. It starts as always with a trip to the closet to pick from the seemingly meager set of outfits. Tonight, she knew she wanted the black semi-formal. "Hmm, maybe he'll get the semi tonight!" she thought as she pulled it from under the plastic cleaner's garment cover, holding the hanger eye level gazing up and down at the masterpiece of seamstress work.

It's fitted bodice was garnished with a cropped sleeve, decorated with small sequins. It's neck scooped sensually teasing its viewers with a hint of cleavage. She would spray a hint of her favorite perfume, the good stuff, at that spot after her shower. Interrupting her thoughts was a brief flash of light and a distant roll of soft thunder.

As a little girl her daddy had taught her to count between the flashes of light and the first sounds of thunder. They would sit up lat at night after she had been roused by the storm. Her father would come into her room and reassure her there was nothing to fear. She was safe with mommy and daddy. He would teach her to look for the light and count. "One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two," rumble "it's 2 daddy," and her father would respond with, "It's about a mile, honey, and I think that's longer than the last so it must be moving away." Eventually, she would fall asleep counting. Her father was near genius she realized now, not only did he comfort and love her, but he swiftly got her mind concentrating on things besides her fear and helped her fall asleep.

She only hoped the man she would see tonight would be that funny, kind, loving and smart as a friend companion and maybe even a lover. Daddy wasn't there for her as much as an adult, but always there when his "pumpkin" needed him.

She went back to preparations which rivaled a Thanksgiving meal. The dress rested on its hanger atop the bathroom door. The steam from the shower would help soften the slight wrinkles from the closet, "and I hope that steam softens mine as well," she thought as she adjusted the knob for hot and cold and to her self wondered if she would ever forget that "C" on a Mexican faucet meant "caliente" or hot. "Oh, how the world gets along, I do ... not ... know."

She slipped out of her big plaid boxers, commando from her workout in the spare bedroom. Her t-shirt slipped over her hair revealing her sports bra, holding back her ample breasts. She shook her head to clear the eyes of unnecessary hair. Her right hand slipped the runnaways from her eyes and over her right ear. He knee bent and she pushed back the ornate shower curtain letting the steam escape like school children from the doors on the last day of school. Gently she stepped over the lip of the tub and went into to seductive waters.

She faced away from the shower and tilted her head back to let the water rinse her scalp and wash out the salt from her sweat. With her eyes closed she took her manicured nails and ran them up her temples and down through her slightly-longer-than-shoulder-length hair. "Claire De Lune" played on the stereo mere steps outside the shower. She reached for the shampoo and squeezed the allotted 3-quarter-sized pool in her hands. Gently the soap worked its magic into the threads of her hair. Her breasts now glistened with warm water as it ran down her body briefly detouring between her legs.

She reached for the gel to shave her legs and "privates" as her mother called them. Before she started she reached gently between her legs and cleaned the crevices where her legs and womanhood met. Her thumb brushed her clit and she wanted soooo much more than she had time for, well, maybe she had time in a minute.

The gel went on, and the razor came out. The delicate skin of her runner's legs slipped beneath the razor's edge taking only the small hairs left from a long day. Up and down stroking but not nicking her skin. Once the curves and straight-aways were slick she started between her legs. Gently her leg lifted to the edge of the tub to get every hair. "Why," she thought. "Why do this?" "You know why," she answered herself in a silent soliloquy. "Because you want to get laid and getting a pube in your teeth is gross. Why subject someone else to that?"

The conversation continued, "Then I must be expecting a little something foreign to be around there sometime tonight." "Maybe," came the response, and with that she stroked the razor around the gently skin from her ass to her clit. One stroke, then two, and a slow race car drivers exchange over all the other parts.

"Mmmm, nice and smooth," she thought and not only enjoyed the smooth and slick sensation, but the arousing tips of her fingers. She rubbed more intently. Her middle finger rubbed right down the line separating her outer lips. Every crease of her finger bumped and stimulated her growing and throbbing clit. Her head went back into the shower and she felt the warm water touch her with its gently fingers, warming and caressing her. People refer to water as a woman, but today, it was all man. Strong, warm, relaxing and cleansing.

Her foot still on the side of the tub, she rubbed in random patterns to vary the stimulation and prolong the arousal. Cold air whipped in and out of her nostrils. Her left hand gripped the curtain rod for balance as the sensation became stronger and she felt the room begin to slip away. Her own reality shifting to a place only she took herself.

The thick spin was much more evident but mixed with her masculine partner on a quick trip to the drain. Her lips parted and let out a hushed, "Ohhhh," and in a matter of seconds was close to cumming. She lowered her head and moved with intent and purpose. "Ya, ya, ya, mmmmm," and it became a slow dance with the colors and light and sounds all around her.

"Ohhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaa," and then it was over and on to further preparations. "If only putting on makeup was this good, " she giggled to herself.

( To be continued )

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For the sweet southern bell who inspired this ...

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The heavy sigh left him as he leaned back to ponder the moment. The moment that was in front of him and around him at the same time; surrounding him with little opportunity to escape.

He was speechless. It hadn't occurred to him until she knew who he really was. "Wow, she's hot." It raced in his head and they were miles apart, but the spark was there. She was the "girl next door" kind of beautiful. The kind you hear about in Tom Petty songs and see in church service. But sexy as HELL under the radar.

They had traded email now and then and grew to find little pieces of snippets they enjoyed about the other. He wanted to meet her and hold her in his arms. Running his fingers in her hair and moving it from her cheek to behind her ear. He wanted to smell her and hear her breath. Her
chest heaving next to his and more. Much, much more.

He imagined how her daily routine worked. Up in the morning to some Norah Jones song like Sunrise. She skipped to the bathroom after gleefully kissing and making love to her handsome, strapping husband. Then a fresh coat of makeup and then dinner for her blossoming children who were more than grateful that she had not only made them bacon, eggs, toast and fresh-squeezed orange juice, but also that she was the first face they saw in the disgustingly bright and early morning.

Or then there was the real version of where the alarm went off and someone slapped W sumpin sumpin sumpin until there was silence. The dog barked, the old man growled, the kids whined ... these are a few of my favorite things.

"Ya, somewhere in the middle," he thought. And after dishes were put away and a few chores done, she played with her daughter and kissed her son goodbye at the bus stop. Maybe a phone call to a friend about this week's dinner for the shut in at church. Or a grande prix spin through the living room with the Hoover. But like millions of other people in the world.

Except for one thing ...

The routine could be broken occasionally with a trip to a website she found. No, no! Not a dirty one. Well, ya, kind of dirty, but not really porn dirty. More like Wisteria lane porn. You know, where people come home hacked off and eventually start laughing and wind up in bed. Real life stuff. Like you could really imagine this happening if this variable were x and that variable was y.

It didn't change often, but when it did she was there to read. It made things tingle and get a little southern-plantation warm. Kind of like when she wore a dress that had a petty coat and a slip and a girdle to an outside wedding in antebellum South Carolina.

The story reached out to her and enveloped her. Almost giving her a kiss in the process. And when it did she heard, "Move away from the light Carol Anne!"

And then a chuckle and a grin and then a quick trip to the bathroom to relieve her personal pleasure.

Now and then she left the occasional comment, "Wow! I've never read anything like that," or, "I'll finish this comment when I come back. That was good."

And occasionally she got the public reply, "Thanks for reading, I'm glad you enjoyed it."

If her curiosity were stronger she would have personally gone to meet the mystery-porn-Mark-Twain. But that wasn't her. She loved her husband and she loved her kids and that was that.

One day she decided to take the random-off-the-wall-chance the author might respond and send an email asking a few basic questions.

- How do you write like this?
- What do you do?
- What are you like?

And maybe the most intriguing ...

Are you a man or a woman?

What did it matter? If this was a man, she wouldn't care too much. If this was a woman, lesbianism was a definite possibility.

Not today, maybe another day. What she did want to answer was the "Real or Fake" poll on another blog. Yes, real or fake boobs. Today the answer was fake. Next week might be real. Or fake again or two real’s and a three week run of fakes.

Her comment got back a funny response, "So are you SURE they're fake?"

Ok, she played along.

"Fake, trust me, I'm a woman I know the equipment. FAKE!"

But her mind turned back to the other blog. She hoped the author wasn't some 14 year old girl.

"Ick ..."

Sixty-eight year old pervert.

"Blahhhh ..." (with matching finger-in-the-mouth universal symbol for gagging).

She peeked over out the window and saw her cute next door neighbor. "I wish it was him, just for the eye-candy sake of it," she thought.

She imagined seeing him scribbling some notes and then typing for a few minutes to take a sip of his Coke and then back to typing furiously for a brief second and then back again. She wanted the convenience of a summer afternoon romp. It was easy for her to plan.

She needed a baby monitor. That's it, and an excuse to knock on his door. She could put her daughter down for a nap, grab the monitor and bolt for a new experience.

Three knocks and a cocked head with a mischievous grin and a request to try the monitor in his house. "I think the electric plug might be bad, but I need to check it and I'm not sure if I have this right. Sorry if I'm interrupting."

"No, no problem at all. I know how tricky these things can be."

"Ohhh, thank you! I'm just not very good with electricity."

"I understand. Let's check it in the room closest to your house, that way we can hear what's going on."

"Sounds good."

With that he led her to his writing room. The one room she fantasized him in. It was accommodating enough for a desk and a small bed."

"I write in here. It's sort of an office, but then again, sometimes when the muse hits you, you kind of need to stay, thus the bed and the small fridge. I think I've spent maybe 4 days straight in here at a stretch."

"Wow, I didn't know it was so intense."

"It can be, but then again, most of the time it's just about an hour or 45 minutes and it's done. Really there's no rhyme or reason. There ... plugged in and it sounds like it's one of those afternoon game shows on."

"Yes, it's working. Thank you. So what kind of a project are you working on now?"

"Oh ... uhh ... I ... uhh ... (clearing throat) ... nothing much."

"No, really, what is it?"

"Well, umm erotica."

"Really?!?!"

"Ya ..."

"May I?"

"You want to read it?"

"Of course, a guy who writes erotica? Let's see how close you get to being accurate or at least arousing!"

And he chuckled with a slight reddish tint to his cheeks hoping not to be embarrassed.

As she began to read she could tell he was good, maybe too good for her own good.

"He raised her shirt up revealing the sweet sensitive breasts he had only dreamed of. She moaned as he pulled her close and let the warm, wet sensation of his tongue pour over every bit of her nipples. She quivered and her chest rose and fell quicker and she placed her hands in his hair and panted quickly, 'More!'"

And that was all it took as she, herself, turned and faced him with a look that could have appeared as either angry or deadly serious at best.

He started to say, "I'm sorry, if it offends you ..."

But he was quickly cut off with her raising her shirt to reveal her black bra clad breasts. She advanced on him like Napoleon's army until he bumped against the bed.

She unhooked the front of her bra to reveal the honey-sweet breasts she wanted him to caress and touch with the same passion and imagination that he wrote with. In a matter of moments the pile of clothes on the floor rivaled that of a short load of laundry and they found themselves in a kiss like a WWF death match.

Her tits brushed against his chest hair and found his hands moving slowly up and down the small of her back waiting for his stiffening cock to find purchase in his neighbor's warm wet vagina.

She held his head in her hands as he kissed the top of her breasts marveling at their perfection. She could feel the landing strip of her pubic hair rub against his cock and she couldn't help but take a quick breath and exhale quickly.

She laid him down on the bed and slowly ran her hands up and down his thighs. They fascinated her, intrigued her, beckoned her like a drug dealer lures hookers and junkies into his snare.

She gently touched his inner thigh and stroked the bottom of his balls with her other hand. The goosey flesh tightened as her pussy was now wet with excitement.

He closed and opened his eyes in a slow-motion type blink as he exhaled through his nose letting go the tension and a small piece of his soul.

He slowly rolled her over and knelt before her on the bed her arms grasping the short headboard. His tongue slowly went from her ass to her clit in one smooth motion, not unlike the motion a cat uses to clean the inner part of its leg.

"I want you to fuck me, but make me want it so bad I can't stand it," she gasped with a breathless desperation. All at once she wanted to hear rap and hip-hop in her head. The kind with savage middle-eastern rhythms and counter melodies that compete with staccato poetry. And she found his tongue again torturing her with sensual strokes.

The grind of her teeth nearly made the muscles in her jaw lock. She breathed again and felt close enough to cum when his fingers massaged her right nipple.

She quickly rolled him over and was on top of him grinding on the shaft of his cock. The pressure squeezed out a small amount of clear cum and he felt it drip to the lower part of his belly and gently reached up and continued to tease her nipples.

She slid forward and in one quick motion slid him inside. She quivered and exhaled as her cheeks flushed and his eyes closed slightly. He fought to keep them open to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

She rocked back and forth arching her back in a cat-and-camel motion and he felt her clit graze his pubic hair as her pussy clenched and grasped his cock.

She wanted it to last forever, but knew she was close and hoped it happened soon for him. Could she bring him to an orgasm? Could she have one with someone other than her husband? Did he think she was fat? She cleared her head by moving faster like the beat of a clubbing song.

Soon the friction was almost more than either could bear, but not enough to seal the deal.

She rocked and heard the squeak of the wood in the office bedroom. The post knocked against the wall and her "ooh's" and "mmm's" started. He let out a quick "ahhh" and they kept going.

He grasped her hips and moved her even faster against his waist. Her breasts bounced against her. Her hands immediately cradled her head as her hair shrouded her Elizabethan features. A wave of her hair covered her left closed eye and she felt his hands grip her tighter and moved her in rhythm to her motion.

His arms flexed as his biceps burned with lactic acid moving her faster and faster.

She was wet and she felt it lubricate his pubic hair. Her shaved under-pussy was lubricated and rubbed against his cock back to front gently touching his balls.

She threw her hands on his chest and came in a way that made the room flicker with red and green and white specks of light. He felt the pull and pulse of her pussy and shot into her deep and hard.

She collapsed on his chest ...

And the door open.

Her husband was home. He gave her a squinted brow look and asked, "What's going on?"

"Nothing, just daydreaming. I'm kind of ... I don't know ... uhhh… just hormones I guess."

"You look beautiful. I love you."

"I love you too!"

She left the kitchen and went back to her email and found a response from the author at the erotic site. The subject was simple, "Real or Fake?" The body had a short sentence.

"I have a secret."

What was it? Was there some odd quality in his undiscovered conscious he had overlooked? Why? Over and over again he ran through the possibilities. Sometimes it made sense but mostly it didn't. The attraction just didn't make sense. Blond and a little curvy made sense. Blue eyes made sense. Smart, really smart made sense. But tall and older didn't. Early 40's didn't make sense. She was hot in that "Jamie's Mom" kind of way. Sex-in-the-minivan-while-hubby-was-gone kind of hot.

She was a mom, a wife, sharp as a whip and almost 10 years older than him. He wondered if she thought about the 80's and how she wished she didn't have an SUV like everyone else in the neighborhood or a mortgage or a husband that ran his life like a train schedule. Her snakeskin mini-skirt polishing the top of some car while she wiggled sexually on top.

She didn't make sense to him, but the other "she" on his mind did make sense. Except for being taller than him - a definite negative on his Christmas wish list. If the other woman was sharp, this woman was LASER sharp, cutting edge sharp. Almost too smart for him. And another mom. This one younger and softer, time sparingly treating her with compassion. Like the hands of the clock had waited to gaze on her before beating her with wrinkles and sagging lines. There was no color in her midnight hair. Or rather is was a combination of all the colors. Black as you could get and fine.

It reminded him of a chance encounter way too short and dimming way too fast in his memory. They were both in their twenties and wild, but ran with a conservative crowd. He used to setup small sound systems for small concerts. Cables were strung, mixers connected, sound checks and microphones. Then it was all packed up in reverse.

She had approached him after the show and complimented his labor. And that was the way into a man's heart. Not through trickery or teases or short skirts, but through genuine compliments. It made him feel important, special, at least he wanted to be special to her.

He was pulling something out of a something else or spooling something up and looked up to see deep blue eyes and dark hair smiling at him and wondering if after he was finished they could just go hang out.

Ya, that was weird. Girls aren't supposed to do that. She wasn't a girl and she didn't care. And neither did he. He liked that she made the first move. He guessed she could get just about any man she wanted. Any man. She was that beautiful.

He found her very appealing to the eyes, but more to his soul.

The rest of the evening was spent laughing and talking. He knew she was special when the grocery store music - and he still can't remember how they ended up at the grocery store - played an instrumental version of some Van Halen cover. Her words hooked him and were his own, but fell from her lips before he could express them, "That's like music from bad porn."

Who was this debutante and why hadn't he found her earlier. He struggled to keep his flesh to himself. Questions and more questions, "I wonder if she shaves, does she have a scar, is she good in bed?"

He didn't want it to go that way. Not yet. Eventually. But not yet.

He fought it and fought it, but as the night wore on both his eyes and his mind were slow to respond to the onslaught of her charm. Her attack wasn't a full frontal barrage. It wasn't even conscious to her. It was terroristic in nature. A comment, a movement, a sigh, smile.

He wanted that companionship and not the dirty one night stand his id desired. For once in his life she was not the object he imagined, but the object of his affection.

She her foot slipped leaving the curb and instinctively, he reached to protect her from a potential fall.

She gave a short gasp and low pitched squeal and found his arms around her strong and reassuring.

Her hair smelled like freesia in the warm summer night.

His hands wrapped around her waist, she regained her composure, but only her physical balance. Not her emotional stability.

It wasn't supposed to go like this. It wasn't supposed to be this easy, this effortless. It never worked like this. It never worked out this well.

His hands just sealed the deal. Firmly around her figure. The she felt that tingling sensation.

It usually came later in the relationship, further down the road and with much more effort. She could hardly keep her composure. His manners, his words, his smile so well placed and expertly timed. Very genuine. Not a hint of con man or slick-snake-oil-leisure-suit about him.

It was late and she wanted to see more of him.

And then she said it. How it happened she didn't know, but it just kind of fell out.

"Let's go back to my place."

"What?"

"Ok, not like it sounds! Please don't think that."

But it was out there and she wanted it to be "like that" in a small way, but not right now. She was so afraid of freight train relationships conceived in the middle of the night. The lighting of a stage during a slow song, the losing of senses in the nights cloaking darkness. A look here, a laugh there and then a "I'll call you" note on the pillow in the morning.

He didn't think that, but he was so drunk with her he let his own faux pax slip.

"That's ok, I'm tired, do you think we'll be able to get some sleep at your place?"

She laughed and he quickly stammered to recover.

Her red glazed nails lined in the arch of her fingers as she covered her lips and giggled.

"You're so retarded!" she said.

He agreed and she explained that since her room mate had moved out she really didn't like going home alone at night. She usually asked the neighbor next door to walk her inside until the lights were on, but they were out of town.

He thought it was ok and they made their way from the train to her place.

In his mind he wondered what the soundtrack of her soul was. Those bits of music that defined her experiences, her consciousness, her life. Right now he was trying not to sing "Norwegian Wood" out loud. But it was the song that reminded him most of her and their situation.

Was she Dave Matthews Band "Satellite", "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls, "Nighswimming" R.E.M. or a rousing hair-swinging romp of Ozzy's "Bark At The Moon"?

The key turned and he tried to get the image of her naked on top of him out of his mind.

The door closed and she sheepishly tried to hide the load of laundry in the middle of the floor. Quickly she snatched it up to spirit it away to the closet where we all keep our secrets, our past, our skeletons.

A piece or two dropped and he quickly picked them up.

"Hmmm 34 C and a medium black thong."

She returned to catch him red-handed examining the runaways.

"I only wear thongs."

Not, "I'll take those," or "Oops, you didn't need to see that."

That's what made her remarkable. The honesty and confidence in the face of her intimate details being exposed.

His mind raced ahead to her bedroom. And he fought it harder than Frasier fought Ali.

She had returned in a pair of pajama pants her hair in a pony tail. That long black hair pulled up and he thought of a horses tail raised when it was in heat.

"Uggghhhh!!!!" He thought "Enough of the sex thoughts."

She moved closer and said she needed to clean the bathroom a little. It was an open invitation for more company and he decided to follow her lead. He was in her back yard and any advance might be seen as a form of aggression.

She was surprised he hadn't pounced yet. Despite his efforts he couldn't hide his arousal, not evn hiding behind a chair with his hands in his pockets.

She shocked herself with the thought, "I could take a big suck on that. Slow and long and hard."

And it was just as quickly gone as it had appeared.

She regrouped by cleaning the eyeliner pencils and lipstick tubes off the counter and she felt his arms around her again.

This time it was no act of chivalry, but rather an effort to elicit an amorous response.

Her eyes closed and her head rested on his chest. Her left hand reached up to find his hair in the palms of her hands and her neck slowly grew flocks of goose bumps as he gave her a slow kiss just below her right ear.

She expected an apology to come quickly from him, but it didn't and that was a comforting surprise. Instead all she heard was, "You smell wonderful."

Her knees weakened and she felt, more than with any other man, at home. Loved, comforted, relaxed. Safe.

She turned and looked into his eyes.

"It's going too fast isn't it?"

"Yep"

"I want more than this."

"I do too and I'm not just saying that. I want a pizza."

She giggled. A sense of humor was the last thing on her list and he checked it off.

"How is this going to work in the morning?"

"Before or after breakfast?"

And she nearly fell with excitement.

This was it.

She draped her arms around his chest and pulled in close. Almost like she had lassoed a dream and was holding on so tight hoping she wouldn't wake up with her pillow clutched in her grasp and part hoping when she opened her eyes he wouldn't have that captured rodent look on his face.

He didn't disappoint her.

Neither were there.

She looked up and saw the quiet confidence she thought she had seen before. He slowly placed her cheeks in his palms and pulled her close and kissed her.

And he kissed her with everything he had. Soft, slow, caring, and most of all sensual.

Her eyes didn't open until they hit the pillow.

There was no ripping off of clothes or mad dash to fuck.

They kissed longer than they wanted but enjoyed every minute of every single kiss.

He touched her and felt the cloth surrounding her skin and willed it off of her. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt while straddling his waist. She tossed it to the side and ran the red tips up of her fingers and down his chest.

He reached to cup her breasts in her hands and she stopped him.

She slowly removed her spaghetti strap top and moved the strand of hair aside and out of her eyes. She was bare-chested and as vulnerable as she could be at that moment.

She reached down and took his hands in hers and slowly raised them to her breasts.

"These are for you tonight."

The tip of his thumb brushed against her rising nipples. She felt the rush from head to toe and tilted her head back and to the right.

Her breasts felt good and firm. Her nipples rose with his cock.

She felt him get hard underneath her.

It was an erotic chain reaction neither could stop.

She straightened her head and let his hands arouse her breasts. She reached back and took the rubber band out of her hair letting it spill down her neck hoping to feel his hands more.

He let one hand slip behind her neck and continued to touch her breast but this time with his warm breath and hot tongue.

She moaned and was shocked at how easy it was to let him have his way with her.

Her hands found the back of his head and kissed his scalp.

She moved back far enough to unzip his pants and help him slide out of them and his boxers. This time he was exposed naked in front of her and felt the cool air chill his cock, but have no effect on him. He remained hard looking at her breasts, listening to her breathe, smelling her soft skin.

She jumped off the bed and turned her back to him looking over her shoulder, left hand on her right shoulder.

"Ready?" she asked.

With that she didn't wait for a response. Her head went back her hair almost down her back. Her hands moved slowly to her waist as she cocked her hips from left to right. When her thumbs were inside her waistband she pulled them straight down but not off her hips. He saw her arms straighten and her head move to the left. he caught site of her ear as her eyes closed. She inched her pants down lower on her hips and let go and raised her arms over her head pulling her fingers through her hair. The movement hypnotized him like a snake charmer, instead the snake mesmerized the charmer.

She swayed left and right eyes still closed and he realized there was music from her alarm clock. The sun slowlyon the rise and her alarm was going off. It was Sting's "Desert Rose" and she moved to the music.

As she turned he could see the top of her pussy. She faced him and let her pants drop. Just as quickly as they had hit the floor, her left leg moved up and to the right concealing what she wanted him to have. Her right arm slid up the bolster of the bed and her left arm covered her nipples. She tucked her chin and looked up at him. Squarely, intently and sensually.

She lept back to the bed and crawled cat-like to him, breasts perfectly hung exposed to his chest. She kissed his chest and placed her head close to him.

He was glad he was laying down because her brief show was enough to nearly send him over the edge and nearly explode with excitement.

The next hour as the sun began to rise was the most incredible foreplay she had ever known. His hands were a cross between a surgeons and a construction worker. Smooth and soft but strong. At times he would grab her waist and pull her in place to please some desire he had and she complied and swooned at the same time.

And in a moment he was inside her. She felt warm and wet. His cock beat inside her and she expressed her excitement in a moan when he entered her pussy.

She was on top of him facing his chest. She rocked back and forth pulling her hair up and reaching down to rub his chest at the same time.

He grasped her hips and helped the motion. He felt how warm and wet she was occasionally reaching up to touch her breasts or caress her neck.

Everything in the room seemed to speed up and slow down at the same time. A bead of sweat formed on her forehead and felt it fall on his stomach and it caused him to thrust deep within her.

Most amazing of all there were no words. Just soft silence and a song here or there.

She let out a whimper and kept going. She grabbed his hands and pressed hard against them grinding harder letting her clit feel the tingle of his hair. His cock was hard and stiff and she hoped she could make him cum.

She clenched her pussy and felt him wince and lean back. That aroused her and she thought she would cum right then and there, but heard him say, "Cum with me."

Their paced quickened and her moans became higher pitched and more frequent. A series of "ahhhhs" left his throat and as they came the alarm went silent.

Silence.

She collapsed on top of him and he felt the spasms of her orgasm around his cock.

He reached down for the covers and covered her, still on top of him and ran his had over the back of her head.

When he awoke he smelled bacon and saw her looking disheveled but radiant in a huge terry cloth robe. She climbed in bed with him and he fed her toast, bacon and strawberries with powdered sugar.

And that was how he had wanted that night to end - in his mind. Instead, she got a call after the concert and had to pick up her room mate who was stuck in a bd situation. They never got a chance to reconnect later on.

He had always imagined that night and how it made him feel more alive than he had ever been. And without any sex. The way she talked to him, how they admired each other. He wondered where she was now. Married? With children? A mother, a wife, a lover? Single and looking for him?

He went back to work and tried to keep his curiosity inside.

Thanks for being patient with me while I have been busy lately.

GNDTX

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She put down the magazine and thought back a moment considering what she had just read. Had it been that long? She assumed it had and wondered with that same lame phrase, "Time sure passes quickly," that everyone seems to mutter when they notice their age.

She checked her watch, adjusted her shirt and tried to pass the time in the doctor's office. The millions of shabby magazines cluttered the waiting area; mostly non-sense that would be better used as shredded insulation in a gerbil cage. The latest issue of Women's Wellness had an article about, mmm, dare she read it, masturbation.

It could have all been summed up in a few simple words, "Why didn't I start doing this years ago and ignored the stigma attached to it?" At 29 this wasn't such a big deal. She could remember the first time she had her first self-pleasure session, the first time she nearly passed out masturbating, and the first time she felt guilty helping her boyfriend achieve the same pleasure.

She slowly grinned and remembered the red bra and panties she wore to help him out of his "slump". The slow dance in front of him and the slight tease of a show she mustered to help his ego and arousal. That set was long gone, but so was the boyfriend. And then it occurred to her, "Who has a slump at 21?" The grin grew larger.

But that article reminded her of how silly it was to be 16 and think she was "dirty" "smutty" "cheap" or "over-experienced" just because she wanted to learn about her body.

Her high school boyfriends NEVER knew she did that. But then again neither did her parents, pastor, prom date or best friend. She waited a long time to lose her virginity. That was something special; not a party gift for her prom date.

But the self pleasure was an experimentation into what was really going on. She felt sad for the girl who wrote the article being raised to think anything "down there" was bad or dirty. And over the course of a few years she had become quite the scientific human laboratory of pleasure.

If felt good to be quiet, to be loud, to be rough, to be soft, to be slow, to be fast, in the morning, in the evening and even once in the stall at work. Of course that was on the almost vacant floor in the lady's room that had one stall and a locking door.

The mad rush of adrenaline and endorphins were not for toss-away lovers. They were for her and a special man that loved and cared for her.

The magazine article floated back into her thoughts. It wasn't like she couldn't wait to rush home, but it was on her mind. When her time in the office was up, the nurse said she was free to leave since there were no symptoms to the shot. The magazine was placed carefully on the corner of the table in neat fashion as she was no slob or person of little respect. "Mother didn't raise a slob," she thought.

But there was something she had never done before. Something literally illegal. It was daring and had a certain flare. The question posed itself on the way to the car. "Why not on the drive home?"

Hmmmm, yes, quite the debate. The drive home was without heavy traffic, and usually without distraction. Could she keep her concentration and use Mighty Mouse? And there you have it, the name of her tiny vibrator. It fit over her index or middle finger and was fearless!

She unlocked her import mid-sized door and settled herself for her adventure. Reaching into her purse she found her car keys and ignited the fire, in more ways than one, and retrieved the small faux lipstick case housing her fearless friend.

Fortunately, she was decked in knit workout pants which gave a nice comfortable stretch for yoga and lounging about for everyday errands.

She tuned on her Sirius radio to something like adult contemporary mixing GooGoo Dolls and Nickleback and an occasional Kelly Clarkson. She slipped her friend on her right middle finger and felt the small pulses begin.

The hardest part would be the initial venture past the elastic waist band. But after that it was a matter of time, pleasures or comforts.

Her hip moved a little to zero in and then she settle with her left hand on the wheel. She slid past the lycra of her lacy thong and found a good spot to start.

Slow at first and not too rough. The sensation was good and she couldn't help but feel a bit mischievous at the same time.

She said to herself, "I can't believe I'm doing this," and quickly followed by taking a deep breath and sucking on her lower lip to ease the nervous energy.

Her morning shave was still holding up and the tender skin was warm and slightly wet by now. She straightened and adjusted her shoulders and occasionally checked the rear window and beside her to make sure she was not being ratted out.

She pressed harder and felt her legs tingle and knew she might have to pull over or find a side street to finish. Aberdeen Street was the next right and she took it and pulled in front of an Arts and Crafts home with a large sweet gum tree. With a little difficulty she placed the car in park and continued.

Her hips rocked and swayed with each stroke. It reminded her of her secret to learn her body and learn herself for herself. She felt wet now and liked the sensation her friend provided. She reached under her t-shirt with her left hand and unlatched the front snap on her bra exposing her chest to the 100% cotton shirt.

Her nipples were way past hard and she felt them each. A soft caress of her hand made shorter work of her adventure. The music was helping the mood and she kept going.

The circles felt best today. Some days it was up and down motions, other days it was directly inside and some days it was both inside and out. Her research had brought confidence and that dispelled the fear and the anxiety most women felt, but right now all she felt was good. Like chocolate, like spring, like kissing, like sunshine and like happiness.

She swirled both her breasts and her clit and found how easy it was to reach that pre-rush state. Her head pressed hard against the head rest and she took the last deep breath and felt that exotic pleasure rush over her. She sighed and exhaled and slowly opened her eyes.

Her daughter's wipies were within reach and borrowed - no took - two to freshen up. She turned off the radio and sat in silence admiring God's creation as well as his excellent design of the female form. She put herself back in order and decided it was time to move on.

The car was put in drive and she pulled out passing the park with the small baseball diamond and the ancient metal merry-go-round type ride for kids to spin on.

She chuckled as she thought of how her body must have just gotten off that ride as she drove past house after house.

She wondered about the secrets women keep. Was she alone in her self exploration? She wished she could take in a sexually-not-quite-developed teen and teach her that her body was ok to experiment with; don't use it as a weapon or as something to barter for fake self-esteem; and, above all, find out that you are ok just who you were made to be. But the Wisteria Laner's would just think of her as a mommy-perv, so she drove on.

She thought to herself the words of the old poem and she said to herself, "But I heard her exclaim, ere she drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

This post has been a long time coming. It took a while to write. It's based on two songs. The first is "Slow You Down" From Joe Ely's Love and Danger album. The second is Kenny Chesney's "Woman With You". I've provided both for your listening pleasure.

GNDTX

Woman With You

Slow You Down

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The door opened and her hands were full of groceries. Well, for about 20 seconds, her hands were full. The bag ripped and Pork-n-Beans, Chicken Noodle Soup and green beans, French cut, beat her to the door as they rolled and cascaded first to her feet then to the door.

It was the perfectly unfitting end to her day. Bad morning traffic, high humidity for imperfect hair, over-worked through lunch and bad traffic to bookend the morning commute with an afternoon drive-time disaster. "How people learn to drive at K-Mart, I will never understand."

Just as the third can hit the door her husband opened it to give her a hand. The fourth can rolled to a stop right at his feet. "Beans, beans, the musical fruit!"

Se chuckled even though the complete scenario, in total, was hardly a fitting end to her day.

He always made her chuckle. Even at the worst times of her life, he made her laugh. He was always there for a laugh and a shoulder to cry on, yell to, dream with and make love to.

His shoulders were like two big handles she gripped in the heat of passion. She clung to them, pressed her cheek to them before she came. Just the thought of them made her smile. Made her shutter just enough to start to feel aroused.

He helped her put the rest of the runaway groceries away and helped heat up a frozen dinner they would share on the porch swing. Just him, her and Marie Calendar lasagna on the porch swing. The small glass of wine he had poured was enough to start to relax her. But not nearly enough to get her in the mood.

They spoke for a few minutes more about little things. Little things that made her remember all over again the reasons she fell in love with him. His goofy looks, his soft spoken compliments, his hands. Ooooh ya, his hands. He was running them over her shoulders this time when she finally let go of the tension that was playing a tug of war with her tension meter.

She felt him get closer to her to kiss her shoulder. It was one of those kisses that wasn't meant to excite you, but spun her engine enough to hear the roar from deep within her. And officially make her horny.

He just wanted to slow her down. Get her back to the reality of what she knew was important. Him, their life, their dreams. Their adventures.

He did more than that. All very quickly. All very effectively. All very sensually.

The moonlight was on her skin. He rubbed it in like a fine bottle of French lotion. Smooth and silky and sweet.

"Let's go inside," she suggested and was about to get up when she felt him scoop her up just like the first time he carried her over the threshold. And just like the first time, he took her straight to their bed so that they could share what they committed to share. Their lives, their souls, their lives, but most importantly to both of them right now, their bodies.

She remembered the first time and how awkward it was for both of them. Neither as experienced as they wished they had been, but more than they really wanted to be.

He was tender and sweet; she was all he wanted and more. Frisky, mischievous and surprised.

They made their way to the bedroom. They were close to poor, but definitely not destitute. Their full bed was just big enough for the both of them and sometimes they had to spill to the living room to keep from breaking things.

He slowly laid her on their bed. Her eyes were bright and green and they never lost contact with his matching hazel windows into his soul.

She reached up to unbutton his shirt and he fumbled with her blouse. Sure there were more powerful men in her life at work with nicer cars bigger checkbooks and more power, but he was what she wanted. Besides there was something in his pants bigger than their checkbooks!

He finally opened her shirt and kissed her neck. She worked her way out of her bra, partly helping him, partly too eager to wait for even herself.

Her hands grabbed his face and pulled him in for a long wet kiss. He laid on top of her and she felt how hard he was. How warm and hard and long he had gotten just from a simple kiss.

Her skirt, wrinkled at the bending points, covered the parts of her she wanted to reveal the most to him. She rolled on top of him and worked her skirt up and over her head, in the most unorthodox of fashions. It barely cleared her young breasts. Her hair, now fallen like leaves from an autumn tree partially covered her fresh, blushing face.

The freckle beside her nipple caught his eye and took his finger and gently began to caress it. Almost spelling out in the tiniest letters his plans for every nook and cranny of her young body.

Her hands, displaying her one luxury, a manicure, rubbed his chest from his neck down to the sides of his waist and to his hips.

His short hair never looked messed or out of place. Her right hand starting at the top of his forehead and rolling down to his ear and neck where she moved in close enough to kiss him one more time with passion and meaning.

He laid there, next to as content as he could be and gently massaged her breasts in each hand. Her head tilted back and she breathed deeply through her nose and moaned the exhale out. Her panties were wet against his cock.

She moved back and forth along his boxer briefs stimulating her clit. She leaned forward and kept rubbing back and forth along the long shaft of his cock. The pre-cum was making a small spot visible enough for her to know she was doing what she needed for him.

She grew anxious and removed her panties and moved back to slide his boxer briefs off his waist and onto the floor.

While there she gave a quick lick and suck to his cock and stroked it with her right hand. Her hair spilled onto his perfect hips and she saw the goose bumps rise and he shook just briefly with the sensation. The first time in her mouth was always the most powerful for both of them.

Just as quickly, she was back on top of him rubbing her clit along his long shaft. He loved her slick pussy going back and forth, hoping he would come from just that, but wanting to slide into her none the less and make his desires come true.

The next few moments were marked with long slow strokes on his cock as well as quick staccato periods of rapid movement. When they had had enough, the foreplay ended and the lovemaking began.

Do you remember the first time you made love to someone you really connected with. Not the cheap one-nighter that you can't even remember their name, but rather that someone you knew deep inside and shared something with. That was this scene.

The light was fading in the room and turning the bright colors to shades of gray, black and white. They could still see each others faces, their grimaces of joy, their eyes of delight.

He had sat up and held her. She sat with her legs wrapped around his waste kissing touching his shoulders. His arms and hands ran down her back racing to grasp her ass and keep the rhythm going. They rocked back and forth. Her pussy wet with excitement and his cock hard with arousal.

She knew she was close but held it off and signaled with a faint, "I'm almost there," filled with breathy haste.

She leaned back, legs still around him, but her arms supporting her. Her hips moved up and down stroking him. She squeezed with every thrust.

He moaned and she went faster and faster. He finally decided he had enough and reached forward to gently rub her clit. Instantly, she felt it coming. They both moaned and howled in the dim light signifying the end of the intense pleasure.

She rolled over and laid on her side. He fell back and could feel her ankle under his calf. He moved to be close to her and stroked her hair.

She felt him hard and wet behind her. This was her man; this was her husband.

He pulled the comforter around them and dreamed of life in Texas with grass and simple people and a good woman.

"No, I don't think anyone has EVER asked me to one," she replied to his question. And that was the honest truth. No one had ever asked to go to one before. "I'll see you Saturday morning then."

And that was the end of the phone call. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe 2 things. One that he would want to go out of town and two that he would ask her to go to another state to watch that!

Her list of questions ranged from, what do I wear to, what is going to happen there. It was very similar to the first time some asked her to a "drinking party" in high school. All that old fear and excitement mixed like a cheap cocktail was enough to make her a little nervous, but not enough to be sick or want to stay home.

Especially not with him. She'd never seen anything like him. Just when she thought she had seen it all from him, he threw her a curve. It kept things spicy. It kept things interesting. It kept her wanting more.

She had been with lots of guys who were nice and sweet, but how does that line from the Garth Brooks song on Hope Floats go? "You ain't seen nothing like me." And she hadn't ...

Where was this place? All he would say was, "Somewhere in Oklahoma," and he left it at that. He was very careful to tell her the temperature range and that it was civilized and that she would never be in danger. As a matter of fact it was not necessarily a place, but rather a "piece of federal land for a dedicated purpose." "Hmmm ... I don't think he's ever done ANYTHING like this before."

She did know that she would be camping out Saturday night and leaving to go back home Sunday morning. That gave her Monday to rest and relax and end the Labor Day weekend. "Maybe I can go shopping and find a good bargain when I'm back," she thought, but the mystery bothered her like a 3 day old bug bite.

Saturday came soon enough. She threw her things in the back of his car and noticed all the camping gear was just so. A space was left for her things and he packed them with haste.

He bought her a chorizo with egg and cheese and a Senorial non-alcoholic sangria. He wanted her sharp and alive and it was only 8:00 AM so she needed to not throw up.

The latest copies of "US," "People," and "Entertainment Weekly," were waiting on her seat when she jumped in. "He knows me soooooo well," she thought, but he never needed to know that.

"So have you ever been to Oklahoma?"

"No, what's it like?" she asked.

"Mmmmm, like Texas but only like 'one calorie' Texas. There are some nice spots and the people are good and nice, but it's just not Texas."

She could imagine.

After the radio station died out he flipped in, "The Best of Garth Brooks" and they listened to the cheesiness of Garth and even some Chris Gaines. For all his taste in the finer things and wonderful surprises, his taste in country music lacked.

At the end of "The Dance" she had enough and asked if they could listen to either nothing or something like that "Feel My Love" song from Hope Floats. He agreed and then decided that enough Garth was enough for even him.

It reminded him of Wal-Mart and he didn't want to spoil things, so he let her pick the music..

Three hours later they were there. Carnival in its atmosphere and carnal in it's sound. It was almost noon and there were already tons of people there. "I don't believe I'm at a Pow-Wow," she heard her inner voice mutter. "Pow-Wow's are for little boys who play Cowboys and Indians, ... right?!?!"

No, they weren't and he knew it. It was fun and interesting and load and full of the same stuff she loved at carnivals and fairs, but with a twist. Native Americans had come for close to 500 miles to participate in the Labor Day weekend Pow-Wow. The land was owned by the tribe, and as such it was federal land. If you screwed up here the sheriff wasn't coming to get you, it was the U.S. Marshall or the F.B.I.

But who thought about that? The sun was still warm, but he had picked a place for the tent in the shade. "Good Lord," she thought, "I'm glad he didn't rent a tee-pee for this, that would have been embarrassing!" But, it was romantic in a sense. Her big hunter gatherer lighting the small fire that swirled to the sky in their buffalo skin tee-pee. The orange glow of the fire giving just enough light as they make 'wampum' or 'whoopee' or whatever the Indian word for sex was.

No, the tent was plenty big for both of them and well kept and clean as clean could be in this place. No bugs, out of traffic and under some trees for shade and extra help in case it rained.

The rest of the day was amazing. She visited a totally different country. Food and sounds and sights she had never seen. Lots of crafts and peddlers begged for her attention.

But it was the drum beat that was consistent through the day. Those high pitched sounds of chanting and the thump, thump thumping of the drum. Hypnotic in nature and form. Savage in design. She could easily see how the "civilized" Europeans would consider the Native American a pagan. At the same time the drum and the song were soothing and something ... something she didn't expect ... SEXY!! "Oh no, I didn't just think the drum was 'sexy'." "Yes, my dear you did," she heard herself respond.

He knew so much about it. It was geeky, but interesting the same. He didn't overdose her with stats or figures or political commentary, more of relational things about the Native Americans. She had no idea where he learned it, but smart guys turned her on and he was a smart guy. And … she was turned on.

He saw her start to yawn and suggested they head back to the tent. She agreed and apologized for letting on she was bored. he knew it had been quite a day and asked her to think nothing of it. The drum kept going in the distance and the chanting as well, just further away.

"Meanwhile, back at the tent," she joked with him. "Ya, it's not the Ritz or Brown Palace, but it's a good tent .. as far as tents go I guess." They dropped their things and zipped the door. In the distance, they could hear the drums and distant muffled voices. Too far away to be concerned, but enough to keep a buzz of silence away.

The drums kept going.

She thought about how sexy he was and how much she enjoyed him. Culture or no, he was so good to her. And that's why she had agreed to come, he kept her safe and in the front of his mind.

The florescent bulb filled the small space. She didn't mind that the tent was small or that the air mattress only held 2 people. He was sorry the arrangements were so bare. He had apologized about not having 2 cots. She had been the one that said it was ok and they could use the air mattress.

But somewhere after the light went out she realized the romance of the situation. They were alone, close enough to nature to be in it, but far enough away from civilization, to not miss it. They laid there under the moonlight. His hand moved her hair away from her ear. Startled at first, then comforted by his gesture.

"I didn't expect that!" she said.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you."

"No, it's ok."

His hand moved to her shoulder and the drums started again. Hypnotic. Lethargic. Erotic.

Her breathing seemed to match the drum beat as he touched her arm. His hands were strong. She questioned if he wanted to have sex with her. Then she realize it was silly to ask that kind of question. Of course he did. “Of course I do,” she thought.

Boom Boom! The drums kept going. Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. They kept chanting.

He felt his hand move up and down her arm as she lay on her side away from him.

She was aroused by his touch. "Oh no, not just his touch, that can't be all that does it for me," she thought. But it was.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

Outside the moon and stars light the night. You could see the entire Milky Way, as dark as it was.

She felt a small kiss on her shoulder.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

Then they moved up to her neck. She took his hand and moved it to her hip as a gesture of submission, but waited for him to make the moves.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

He took the suggestion and moved his hand down the back of her leg and back up over the soft roll of her behind. He stomach quivered and she had to take a deep breath. "Oh gaaaaawd, he's going to be good with his hands too." And she knew she was right.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

The drums pulsed and beat and her heart seemed to match it. The kisses became more intense until she had to roll over and face him. The look in his eyes was warm and comforting, yet savage and wild all the same.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

She waited for his move knowing she wouldn't resist. "How could it take so little?" In fact it hadn't it flashed in her mind. He was so good to her ALWAYS, why not; she felt no fear of him and no doubt. It was so easy and she wondered why it hadn't been so obvious. His hands were touching her and tingling every part of her body. She never lost eye contact with him except to close them to kiss.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

She felt her boxers move down as they kissed. Her finger moved inside the lining of his shorts and she pulled him closer and to the side of her face. She wanted her shirt off to feel her breasts against him.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

"Those drums better get louder and more intense," she thought and it was almost like her wish came true or at least she thought.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

She ran her hand up his shirt and felt his chest, It was warm and strong. She laid almost beneath him with her lower half exposed to him. She quickly took off his shirt to match her vulnerability. He moved his shorts off and began to take off her shirt.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

Slowly he moved her shirt over her head and she sat up, briefly, and exposed her silhouette to him in the moonlight. Her nipples had hardened and pointed in the darkness. She lay back down beside him and waited to see how he would take her.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

Naked and alone and consumed with the music.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

His hands ran down her inner thigh as she kissed his lips and cupped his head in her hands. He pulled her close and she felt his hand support her ass. She gasped and put her arms around his neck.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

"Ohhhh GAAAAAADDD TAKE ME!" she screamed in her head.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

He worked his hands and lips to her breasts. She grabbed his head and felt the warmth of his mouth on her nipples and his soft hair in her hands. Her breasts pulsed with excitement to the drums.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

He moved on top of her and slowly went inside of her. She ran her hands down his side to his hips and gently pulled him into her. The first slide always gave her goose bumps and he almost had to ask if she was cold.

She shook her head and reached up and kissed him. He began to go in and out.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

Her back arched and she felt him deeper inside of her. He would go slow and then fast and then slow but always in rhythm of the drums.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

She squeezed and he moaned. A smile went across her face and he let a small chuckle out.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

He worked more diligently now, paying attention to her body and the tender parts inside her. She began to feel all the sensations of his cock and then realized how wet she was.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

In his mind the drums seemed to beat faster and louder.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

She felt the drum beat now and felt his rhythm match the beat. She gasped and breathed and dug her fingers in his back. She almost couldn't take it.

She rolled over to make it last as long has she could. Her pussy was right up against him. His cock well buried deep inside her. She felt the tip tickle her inside.

Her hair draped her face when she let her head drop forward. Moving in rhythm to the drums.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

Her hips moved with the music this time. His hands reached up to feel her smooth skin and tease her nipples. She loved it. She loved it all. “More! More! More!” she screamed in her head.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

His hands moved down to her hips to help her move. Her chin went up in the air and she felt her back arch and her hair leave her face.

The drums beat so much faster now. Primitive and tribal. Earthy and erotic.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

Her hips swiveled around his cock and she felt spots so rich and deep.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

She was close and looked down at him almost begging with her eyes for him to come with her. The return look let her know, "I'll try." She and the drums went faster. They breathed faster and harder and more intense.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa. Boom Boom! Hey aaaa aaaa aaaa Hey aaa aaa aaa.

His eyes closed and he clenched his teeth. That sent her over the edge and she felt him come inside of her. She pulsed and gasped for air.

BOOM! The dance was over.

She needed to lay in his arms now.

The drums stopped and the moon lit their soft, young skin. Her hair draped his chest as his eyes struggled to focus. In the distance you could smell honeysuckle and see the fire flies dart from spot to spot in the night.

She dreamed of so many wild and crazy things and slept with him deep into the night.

When they woke they were still wrapped and tangled in each other. The sun rose and kissed them both good morning.

And she never forgot Garth Brooks or Oklahoma again.

"That's right! All u'ya rrr gonna haf t'walk." And he walked on in front of the line of newly made prisoners. Right foot stepping with a "creek" and left leg landing with a "thunk" from his wooden leg. A nice souvenir from the Barbary Coast.

The plank was as scary as it sounded, being prodded at saber point to plunge into the warm depths of the Caribbean to swim for yourself. the alternative was worse, plain old being run through with the same saber.

She sobbed, but remained dignified in the face of her death. She stood solemn and beautiful ready to meet her fate. Once a wealthy passenger, now just a lump of flesh to be fed to the fish.

She hated this brute spouting out awful things especially to the youngest girls, saying, "You'll make a nice cabin slave for the Turks."

She shuttered thinking this was the little girl's last thoughts. Pictures of brutal beasts treating her as a slave and captive.

But still she remained dignified. No begging, pleading or sobbing. If her fate was as a harem girl so be it, but better to die dignified than die with cowardice on her soul.

She heard his footsteps from behind her. He lowered the plank and anchored it with rope and iron. He looked up and she caught a glance of his blue eyes. Just long enough to enjoy the last look at an amazingly beautiful ... she hated to say it ... pirate.

That would be her last vision. A handsome pirate. And she hated herself for liking him. His black boots and pants were in contrast to his open white blouse.

In another life in London she would have risked going to the shipyards to see such a specimen. But he was there to kill her. All her money and prominence in London did her no good now.

He was a wonderful specimen at that. Blonde, tan, from the Caribbean sun, and strong. But evil as the blackest night. She hated that. "Why a pirate? Was a cobbler, or haberdasher too boring? Was he sold into slavery for a debt not paid by his father?"

As they lined up to walk the plank, he stood a few paces behind her. Far enough to give you the feeling that someone was behind you but not close enough to tell if they were or not.

The whistle came from behind her as she felt a large presence knock her to the ground covering her face and body.

At the moment she realized she was on the deck; the forward mast splintered into millions of pieces. A canon ball had struck it from the HMS Allegiance.

The body on top of her quickly picked her up and tossed her overboard still clutching her waist as they both plunge into the water.

She felt her corset pop and her long dress fall off leaving her in nothing more than a petticoat. They surfaced to a world of commotion and noise. Musket fire, canons and smoke. The water strewn with debris.

Then more canon shots and musket fire erupted and her ship was almost in pieces. Of the 10 passengers and crew, including her, were in the water and making their way to a loosened life boat. She, however, was being drug from the neck to an another skiff not too far but definitely dislodged from the commotion.

She tried to resist, push pull, swim away, but the grip was too tight. The next thing she knew she was in the skiff and headed toward the nearest island, undetected by any of her ships attackers or the Allegiance.

As she lay there in the skiff, she saw her captor fling himself over the side to reveal himself.

She tried to fight with everything she could before she even got a good look at his face. She scratched and kicked and gritted her teeth.

To no avail ...

"Of course it doesn't end like this, does it. Escaping a privateered ship and now raped and beaten to death on this skiff?"


He quickly overtook her and she felt his hands grasping her wrists and laying on top of her to subdue her.

"My lady, please... let me explain."

It was the "My lady," that caught her attention.

She soon quieted and looked into the blue eyes she remembered on deck.

"Please, let me explain my lady!"

"Go ahead ..."

I have been sent by His Majesty, King George the Third to keep you from being captured. If you will allow me to get us to safety, I most certainly will explain."

At his request, and her delight to know that someone was rescuing her instead of killing her she quickly aided her now savior and helped him row to a small island they were only 600 yards from.

They quickly drug the ship into the surrounding tree line and waited out of sight. Behind them was a large chest, map, compass and barrel of something.

They waited until nightfall watching as the schooner with the passengers and crew went to another small island a thousand yards to the east.

The Allegiance made short work of her ship, already listing, on fire and slowly sinking beside the pirate vessel. No one seemed to emerge from either craft.

As soon as things quieted and the sun was setting, he gently touched her arm and directed her to the chest.

They knelt before the chest and just as he felt a sting and slap across his face.

"What's going on!"

"My lady, please, you are safe and sound. There is no need for that."

The next 20 minutes was spent with her captor explaining the enormous plot to kidnap her, her ship and kill the other passengers. This all to obtain the stores of the Kings gold stowed on board unbeknownst to her.

The pirates would have, in turn held her, an emissary with three letters tattooed on the bottom of her feet. Those three letters revealed the location of the Kings riches and weapons on Tortugas. If she had been captured, surely the British interests in the Caribbean would fall to Spain. The pirates were to keep the stowed cargo and weapons, reveal the letters to the Spaniards, kill her and in turn wreck havoc on the British colonies.

By the time the story was finished she no longer thought of the letters on her feet as her initials, which they happened to be, but also the key to the crown's prominence in the New World. A fire had been lit, rum served in wooden cups and a store of pickled herring was warming on the fire. All contents of the chest.

The fire took over the glow the sun was relinquishing. She settled under the blanket the chest had also provided. The plan was to destroy the pirate ship and send word with three wrong letters to the Spanish spies. In turn, this would lead them to an ambush of their fleet at the hands of the Union Jack.

Until then, they would wait until morning for a smaller craft to quietly take her and the rest of the passengers and crew to safety in Hispaniola. But that would have to wait until morning.

Amid all this, it struck her that she was a pawn in a larger game being played since birth. She had heard numerous stories of a secret code guarding the crown's numerous treasures hidden in some fantastic way. Never did she dream of her foot being the key to the Royal lineage.

And she was angry, hurt, but filled with astonishment, that her foot played such a major roll. Sheepishly, she looked at the letters on the bottom of her right foot, A. R. J.

These were the secret password.

"And, I have to tell you this," he continued as the rum disappeared from his cup, "I'll have to kill you if I can't save you. At the very least, cut off your right foot."

She was not amused.

He continued, "You see, I've known you my whole life. I was captured by Spanish pirates very young. I watched them brutally beat and rape my mother and father. I spent many years in Spain learning the language, growing in their customs the property of the privateers."

"In my early-teens I was aboard a frigate captured by the British. I made them aware of my British heritage and asked ... pleaded .. with them to return to England where I could be in service to the King."

"Graciously, they held me captive until my story was verified and trained me as a spy. My whole objective was to know you. To learn everything I could to protect you and your secret from whomever could find it."

"I've watched you grow and become a beautiful woman. Always at a distance falling madly in love with you, but never being able to hold or touch you. I know everything there is to know about you. You scars, tendencies and eating habits. That's why there's horseradish in the chest, I requested it as I know you love it on pickled herring."

"Two years ago, I was sent to infiltrate the Spanish armada and bring any information I could to the attention of the crown. I was fortunate and was able to find information enough to save you and the royal treasures, of which I consider you one, maybe the most precious."

She sat in silence. She only heard the waves and the wind as she watched his beautiful blue eyes, easily passable as a Spaniard, but his thick Irish brogue, mixed with Castilian.

Here was her savior and best friend all in one convenient package. She felt a debt to him as well as a burning desire to be more than just his protectorate.

The whole of her life was in front of her right now. She wanted him.

To protect her.

To be with her.

To watch over her.

To love her.

"We are still not out of danger yet. In the morning a cannon will sound at 6:00 and we will respond with a specific musket shot of green. Much like a firework you have seen on Jubilee."

"But, what will become of me?" she asked.

"You will be placed in a very comfortable estate in England, and all the riches from the ship you came from are now your possession. The crown hopes you will live a very full life in a new place of comfort and happiness. You will obviously need to change your name. Seeing as you have no family his highness will ask nothing of you, but in return for your life's secret commitment, you will be rewarded richly."

"On one condition," she uttered in haste. "That you come and live with me and let me give you the family you lost."

He looked at the ground and in a still silent voice replied, "Whatever you wish my lady."

They drank one more mug of rum and spoke congenially and with the awkwardness of a first catillion.

The rum had relaxed her. She was in the presence of a guardian angel as well as her executioner. But all for her and it sounded as if her initial fascination was shared at least in part. Ok, in whole.

She moved closer to him still wrapped in a blanket. She placed it around his shoulder and noticed the musket shot had grazed his shoulder.

"Here let me help you with that," she said.

He let her remove his shirt and clean his wound. She noticed his shoulders were broad and they tapered to his magnificently shaped hips.

She moved her hand over his skin and he placed his hand softly over her ear. He pulled her in in the light of the small fire.

Her eyes closed and she felt his lips kiss her for the first time. Their eyes opened and she found herself in love, if that was remotely possible she could trust her thoughts, feelings and heart to someone with such a life.

Yes, she could.

Her hands moved down his side to his waist and hip. It was as perfect as she imagined.

He kissed her more and found themselves lying on the blanket in front of the fire.

He moved over her, bare-chested and slightly sandy. On her back she looked up at him. His eyes pierced her and she wanted something else to penetrate her besides his eyes.

She placed the ivory fingers on the back of his neck and pulled him close. She could hear the waves crash near them. It was the music to keep the passion alive.

He slipped the petticoat off with ease, "A true pirate," she thought and made his way between her legs kissing her navel soft and sweet.

His tongue made circles around her as she sat in total relaxation and ecstasy. His hands moved over her stomach and breast. Moving her like the waves.

She could hardly catch her breath. And just when she thought she was about to reach that pinnacle, he stopped and moved closer to her. He kissed her ignited the flame inside her. Ooooo, she was so close.

He moved smoothly and placed himself inside her. His rhythm matched that of the waves and was hotter than the fire beside them.

He moved in and out kissing all the while moving inside of her with purpose and meaning. She was taken by him. Fully; totally.

Her legs moved up to his side and he moved quickly and then slowly. She felt him fill her up and retreat and then advance again.

She looked deeply at him as if to say, "Now," and he let loose with everything and she almost lost sight of him. It was sweet and intense.

He rolled her over on top of him and they waited on the beach.

The waves crashed as she fell asleep. he wrapped her in the blanket and stoked the fire to keep her warm. He would stay up all night watching over her until the canon fired, his musket loaded and ready.

The sun rose and the canon sounded. He returned fire, waking her in time to see the other group fire their red flare. soon the boat was in sight.

She hurriedly fixed the dress she retrieved from the chest, partly to conceal her tattered clothing, partly as a disguise. the captain of the boat welcomed her aboard.

He had a strange familiarity.

"Going to Essex, are we?" he asked.

"I believe so," she replied. And they were off. The captain sat and tapped his wooden leg on the hull of the boat.

I'm pleased to introduce a guest poster. She has written a super-sexy story and I'm happy to share it with you. This is her first work she has let me graciously share. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Please give her a warm welcome.

GNDTX

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The Dressing Room

They’re wandering around the mall in the middle of the day on a Friday. The last time they were here together, it was before Christmas and the place had been wall to wall people. But today, the stores are quiet and nearly deserted. He gets distracted by a sale on jeans he likes, and so he starts going through them. “I think you should try them on” she says. “It’ll give me an excuse to look at your ass!” He laughs and says “Ok” and takes the jeans into the dressing room. He comes out to model the jeans, and as he turns around, he lifts his shirt up so she can get a better look at his ass. But as he lifts his shirt up, she catches a glimpse of his defined hip, which is her favorite part on a man. And seeing his makes her want to run her hands down his body and trace his hip with her fingers. “I like those jeans” she says, totally turned on, but trying to breathe normally. He goes back in the dressing room and as soon as he closes the door, he says “If you come in here right now, you can see me naked…”

She thinks about it for a split second. They’ve never been anything more than friends – they’ve talked about hooking up, but purely in the context of harmless flirting. Is this more of that, or should she surprise him and take him up on his offer? She thinks again about his hip and how she has thought so many times about what he looks like naked. She takes a deep breath and decides to do it. She looks around, and there’s no one anywhere near them. She walks into the dressing room and opens the door.

He has his own jeans back on and is in the process of buttoning them. He looks up, surprised to see her, but then a slow smile spreads across his face. She closes the door behind her, and before he can say anything, she puts her finger over his lips, warning him to be quiet. He kisses her finger, and grabs her wrist, kissing up the inside of her arm and giving her chills with every touch of his lips. She smoothes the hair at the back of his neck, and he looks up at her, still smiling. He stands up and they’re face to face. He lets go of her arm and takes her face in his hands, kissing her gently on the lips. Electricity shoots through her body and she puts her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his. He puts his arms around her waist, holding her tightly, and they kiss, more and more intensely.

He starts kissing her neck and across her collarbones, and he moves his hands up the back of her shirt, unhooking her bra and pulling it and her shirt off in one motion. He kisses down her chest, licking and kissing her nipples until they’re completely hard, cupping her breasts in his hand, stroking her smooth skin as his warm mouth teases her sensitive nipples. Her breathing gets faster, and she wants to moan, but knows she has to stay quiet. She slides her hands up the back of his shirt, feeling his smooth skin and defined muscles. She wants to look at him, and so she pulls his shirt up and over his head.

She runs her hands down his amazing chest, and runs her finger along the inside of his waistband. She unfastens his pants, sliding them off of him. As she does, she gets on her knees in front of him. She’s kissing and lightly licking him, everywhere but on his rapidly hardening cock, and she reaches up and starts stroking him gently at the same time. He immediately gets rock hard, and presses his hips closer to her mouth. She keeps kissing and stroking, while his breathing quickens, wanting her to stop teasing him. She lightly licks the very tip, then sucks gently, barely taking him into her mouth, continuing to tease him. She makes her way back to the top, and takes just the tip into her mouth again. She sucks gently, and suddenly, takes him all the way into her mouth, making him gasp. She keeps doing that until she brings him to the edge and then she stops, kissing his amazing stomach and thighs, while his breathing gets shallower, and she knows he wants more. She has one hand around his hard cock, and with the other hand, she ever so gently strokes and touches his balls. She keeps taking him all the way in and almost all the way out, and at the same time, licking and teasing him with her tongue while he’s deep in her mouth. He moans so quietly, enjoying her hands and mouth all over him, running his fingers through her hair, and so she starts going a little bit faster. He’s deep in her mouth, as she’s licking, sucking, going up and down the length of him, loving the feel of his rock hard cock in her mouth, and at the same time, moving her hand up and down him. She pulls his hips closer, wanting him deeper in her mouth. As he reaches the edge again, he pulls her up and presses her back against the wall of the dressing room. He kisses down her stomach, and pushes her skirt up around her waist, kissing her through her lacy black panties, and untying the ribbons that hold her panties together. He licks and kisses her clit, making her spread her legs wider and whisper “more”. He licks her lightly, flicking his tongue over her clit, teasing and sending heat through her body. She can feel herself getting more and more wet by the second, as he continues to lick and suck on her sensitive clit. He slides his finger inside her, and she holds her breath to keep from moaning. He moves his finger inside her, deep and shallow, hard and soft, and matching the motion of his tongue to his finger. She leans her head back against the wall, closing her eyes and feeling waves of ecstasy through her entire body. Finally, the way he’s touching and licking her is too much, and she gasps. “Baby, I’m going to come.” He starts licking her faster and more intensely, moving his finger faster at the same time. With his other hand, he presses her hips against the wall, holding her down as she explodes, gasping and whispering his name. Before she’s finished coming, she pulls him up and kisses him hard on the mouth, tasting herself on his lips. She needs him inside of her, right now. He grabs her leg and wraps it around his waist, taking his finger from inside her and plunging his rock hard cock there in it’s place. She’s never felt anything near as good as this feels. She holds onto him watching his face as he fucks her fast and hard, his pelvic bone rubbing against her still-sensitive clit, making her want to scream. She concentrates on the amazing feeling of him inside her, pressing her hips to meet him, wanting him as deep inside her as he can possibly go. She can feel his body tense as he reaches the edge, and he buries his face in her neck, breathing harder and harder, moaning softly, and suddenly he pushes hard into her, going as deep as he can, and she feels him explode hotly inside her. As he does, she comes again, pulsing around his already sensitive cock and making him hold her tighter and moan again. Their bodies are slick with sweat and he looks up at her, smiling again. She smiles, and kisses him gently and deeply. They kiss like that for a while, slow and intensely, as their heart rates return to normal. They get dressed, and he picks up the pair of jeans that started it all. “So are you going to get them?” She asks. “Hell yeah I am,” he says. “Every time I wear them I’ll think about the dressing room I tried them on in…”

"I remember that," she thought to herself. What she was trying to recall was the first time she used a vibrator. She had friends in school who had them and spoke very little about them. They were mystical and taboo for her in high school. Only smutty girls used them, or so she was told. Most of her friends either didn't know what they were or too embarrassed to ask about them.

She didn't like secrets, but she also didn't like the buildup of tension that came with not having the release she needed now and then. A friend had confided in her once about using one, actually using something else. She had even heard of women who used the oddest of things, brush handles, spatula handles, spice containers and the oddest, a curling iron. She hoped it hadn't been on when the woman used it.

This was a world she had never thought about. She didn't want it to be dirty. She suspected more used a vibrator or dildo than would admit, but never dreamed of eliciting a full confession.

But the time had come. The big step, probably not that big, was about to be made. She would buy a vibrator.

First was the dilemma of getting one without anyone knowing. (This, of course, was way before the days of internet privacy. ) Then there was the issue of where to get one.

She knew some of her guy friends subscribed to Playboy or Penthouse. She wondered if there was a mail order thing in the back of one of those like there were for toy soldiers in the back of her brother's comic books. "I am a smart girl," she thought to herself.

"Hey, it's me. ( Hi, what's up? ) I'm curious about something and I hope you can keep it private. ( Sure, what's up? ) I was curious about your, uhhh ... mmm ... 'man' magazines. I've never seen one before and, well, I just, well ... ( Curiosity, go the better of you? ) Ya ... I guess. Do you think I can borrow one for a few days, just to kind of see what's in one? ( Sure, no problem, I'll slip it inside a Sports Illustrated or something and leave it in your mailbox this afternoon. ) Thank you so much, I'm so embarrassed. ( Don't worry about it, I'm glad you thought of me, ... I guess! ) It's sweet of you to keep it quiet. I may even be nice and tell your new female interest how great a guy you. ( Really?!?! ) Ya, well, I'll look for it in my mailbox when I get home. (Ok, bye.) Bye!"

She couldn't wait. Were the ads in the back or not? What did they look like, how would it feel, what color would it be, would it be too big, too long, too skinny, uggggghhh, "I hope not!" she said.

He made good on his word. It was wrapped inside a Sports Illustrated issue right where he said. He was such a good friend. She would have to think of a way to reward him for his discretion.

And he was good looking. Ya, she would talk to the girl he liked, but maybe there was something more, a gift certificate, who knows. He was so sweet.

She turned to the back and looked at the ads. Slings, strap-ons, OH here it is. Dildo's and vibrators.

She was impressed with the selection, but cautious about her brother walking in and finding her looking at a magazine of naked women. She couldn't tell, but there was a number for a catalog she could order. She found the number and got the catalog sent.

A few days later it came addressed to her in a discrete envelope. It looked like junk mail but remembered the operator telling her it would come from North Carolina. How quaint. “Raleigh, the vibrator capital of the U.S.”

She flipped through the pages and found WAY more than she expected. Most of it she needed an unabridged dictionary for an explanation. "A what?” she heard herself say now and then.

There were lots to choose from, smooth, ribbed, studded, life-like, glow in the dark, and lots more. She like the idea of something plain, but a little exotic.

The Pickle.

It was a regular 6 or 7 inches long about an inch or an inch around and studded with quarter inch knobs. Perfect. One problem, it was lime green an looked like a pickle! And hence the name.

She dialed, took her dad's credit card and ordered. "I hope he doesn't check the statement."

Later she took $15 and put it in his wallet with the credit card while he wasn't looking. That would be the first and only time she ever put something in her dad’s wallet.

A few days later it arrived, addressed to her again and again, discrete and from North Carolina. She imagined someone in a warehouse whose job it was to stuff packages with sex toys. What did they tell people they did all day? Did they get the rejects? Who knew?

It didn't matter, it had been days and she was getting more and more edgy. When did this all start?

She sat in her room alone with her new toy. She turned on some music and locked the door. Mom and dad were gone for the evening for dinner and her brother was at a friends. "How convenient," she thought. It was almost too convenient.

She couldn't wait. What do I do? She turned it on. It's low hum was almost as relaxing as the music. She laid back on her pillow and placed it between her legs. Her left hand snuck up to her nipple.

She touched her breast with compassion and tenderness. "Oh gawd, I hope no one walks in." The Cranberries were singing "Linger" in the background.

The hum was quiet and slow. She moved it toward the middle of her legs and moved it up and down. the knobs passed over her clitoris softly and smoothly as she was wet.

The knobs tickled and teased her. Like a silly playmate on too much caffeine. She decided a few more minutes of this wouldn't hurt. She wanted to feel it inside. Slowly she slid her pickle inside. It vibrated and told her it was her friend in a passionate way. It slid in and out and was most seductive when it was about to go in.

She slowly pushed and pulled. She felt more and more tense. "What's going on?" But she didn't want to stop.

She pulled her hips up and down squeezing gently to feel the vibrations more, the more she squeezed. She moved it back out and massaged her clit again.

She felt a tingle and wanted to know this thing more. She fluctuated between inside and out.

Her breathing was short and staccato. It was in perfect rhythm with her hips. She breathed in, her hips went up, she rubbed that sweetest of spots and turned up the knob, she exhaled and closed her eyes.

She was getting closer to something, but wasn't sure what it was. She started to see something like spots and feel something deep inside her or was it all over her or was it right where that thing was vibrating?

She pushed it inside her then pulled it out and let out a small whimper. She rubbed her clit and felt something really exiting about to happen. She went faster and her breathing was so fast now. She was scared, she was excited, but most of all she wanted more.

Then she felt it, that release she had been looking for. It came and stayed and she felt it. Ohhh, sweet pickle!

"Oh my gosh," she thought. "That was good, I hope I can still walk."

She turned off her new toy and laid there catching her breath and trying to remember where she was.

Then an idea hit her. She reached over to her dresser and pulled it out.

The next few days seemed like a blur in the morning and the evening. Not too much and balanced, but oh so fun. She really liked the shower and her new friend, "Mr. Pickle," but she had to be really careful about noise and how long she was in the shower.

A few days later she called him back.

"You got your magazines back without your mom knowing, right? (Ya, that was a good idea to hide it in a poster tube. ) I thought that would be good. Did you develop my film I asked you for. ( ... ... ya ... ) did you see what was on the pictures? ( ... uhh ... ya ) Well, you were so sweet I just wanted you to have a little keep sake. I only shot those for you since you were such a sweetheart about all of it. ( ... thanks ... I'm flattered ... wow ... ) You deserve it, ANNNNNNDDDD your friend is really interested in you. She wants to go out with you she said. ( Awesome! ) Thanks for all your help! ( No problem, anytime. ) Ok, you tell me how your date goes. ( I will. ) Bye ( Bye ).

She heard him smile through the phone.

Editor's note: I like to give you a little side story when I can. I chuckled when I came up with the intro to this story. I hit a rough patch in my life a few years ago and decided to talk to a therapist about it. Therapy is a great thing, if you find a good one. After revealing other "trouble" spots in my life she looked at me and said, "You're only 26 and you've lived enough for a 60 year old!" This story is for those who need a little "therapy"!

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"Really?

"Yes, that really happened."

"You must be a wise old soul because you've lived more than most people your age or even mine," she said as only an average therapist could.

It was time to end the session her client thought. Time for some real therapy. Not this half baked $30 and hour pacifier she was using to help her get through something she just realized she needed to "fish or cut bait" - over. In her mind it was time to move to a completely new ocean to get over that little issue.

"Thanks, I don't think I'll need another session. I'm feeling good and I have a good group around me and it's not worth your time to examine this longer. Thanks for the help," she said cheerily trying to cover her real thought, "Jeez, I could have done better than that!"

It got her out of any more appointments. Except for one ...

It was 30 minutes home and that was too long to wait to hear his voice. Ok, it wasn't his voice she wanted. It was his "therapy" she wanted. He encouraged her to talk to someone, but would have agreed this lady was not worth her time or money. His therapy was better.

"Ya, just wanted to talk to you, (Ya, how was Miss Priss?), Good, but I need you when I get home. ( K!, I'll be here,) Watch out I'm fully loaded tonight! ( silence, I better prepare myself! ) Yes, you better mister! ( See you soon. ) K, love you, ( Love you too. )"

His therapy was a swing on the front porch in the rain when she felt scared, wrapped in her blanket drinking the coffee he got for her only minutes before - small cup, mocha, low fat with a hint of mint and lots of whip cream or one of those cold "sissy drinks" he called them. Mmmm, ya a little whip cream sounded good about now!

She snickered at the thought of the tub of Cool Whip in the fridge from last night's cobbler. Comfort food and comfort man! She liked them in that order. His slight drawl, eroded from years of migrant oil-family transfers in and out of his home town and that brief stint in radio, almost did in his sweet, "Ya'll," but wasn’t strong enough for them to take the man out of the drawl.

He was sweet and uncomplicated. What he said was what he meant, even if it was only 3 words. She had learned his grandfather was like that and often ended his sentences with ,"Oh Clara ..." when his grandmother, a hot Irish woman had expressed her temper a little too much in reference to the preacher's message, the neighbor's nosiness or the government shenanigans in general.

Hers accent stronger, but more controlled than the average tornado-trailer-house-victim. And so were her urges. She couldn't wait to get home... UGGGHHHHHHH! It was almost more than she could control. Normally, she was a good girl and didn't even think about "tear it up sex", but tonight it was like fire, no, nuclear reactions, NO! PLASMA HOT MAGMA, and she thought about how Dr. Evil might have said it!

It was an itch, a burn, a yearn.

One word.

Horny

He was so sweet too. Foot rubs after her failed attempt at retail early in her career, back rubs after tense days at the office, neck kisses in the kitchen and a good morning, "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, " to wake her when her night had been rough.

Rough.

"Ya, I need it rough," she thought. "Hard fast and furious." She gritted her teeth and thought, "Fuck Me!"

It was that kind of itch that you get when your gums itch. NOTHING, would satisfy it unless you really tried. She was a small town debutant, but who wasn't? The dress, the ball, the pomp, it wasn't her, but she contrasted it to how she felt right now. Because how she felt right now was like the cracked-up-22 year old boob job on the cheap $6.99 porn DVD they kept for "naughty time". She felt like her and wanted to be her. "She could see herself looking him in the eye saying all that cheesy stuff, but only long enough for her to kind of chuckle and then consider maybe really saying it to him.

Her hand was between her legs. Ya, she couldn't wait, but wanted to.

55, 60 65, 70 MPH down the freeway stoking the "fire" or maybe she should say "magma".

She was like this now and then. What woman wasn't? It was that whole, "good girl in public, hooker in private" image every guy wanted, but no girl admitted to. She had even been asked by her friends if that was what he liked at home. "NO! Absolutely not! And I'm not like that!" she lied through her teeth. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them. But sometimes the scratches on his back needed their own attention after their "wild-f-m-cowboy-rodeos".

And after those she didn't mind being "rode hard and put up wet". It sounded so crude, but she wanted it harder and faster than she did 10 minutes ago. Her clothes were getting in her way now.

"Roger that, she's gone 'commando'," she heard her inner dialog say in that broken monotone-radio-soldier-voice. And he better be, "loading his weapon," because she was coming full frontal, with the safety off!

Victoria's secret was by her left foot and the brake.

Her hand wasn't doing enough for her while she drove, so she grabbed the flashlight from the glove box and placed it under and between her legs. The small ribs on the silver Eveready made just enough friction to keep her attention, but not her satisfaction.

The tires squealed down her street and she saw the porch light on her house on. "That fucking door better be unlocked or I'm going to break it down to get to him!" Did she really just say that! Oh no, she didn't! Did she?

She opened her car door and closed it.

Inside, he leaned to the left from his chair and noticed she didn't bother with the garage. Her pace was mad and frantic, "Oh Lord, what happened tonight?" He thought in near panic terms about everything, EVERYTHING, he had said from the last time she was upset. It was easy, he hadn't said that much. Man! But then he saw her and knew it wasn't him.

The door flung open.

(silence)

She gritted her teeth and like the neighborhood stray bitch she said in a mutt-like growl, "fuck me ..."

Then a little louder three more times until she was almost screaming, "FUCK ME!!!"

"God that's hot!" he thought and sprang to life. "That's what's going on!"

He lunged at her and she leapt to him like a scene from Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, but more like pouncing horny girl, unsuspecting prey.

The buttons on his shirt flew across the room so hard a vase actually wobbled a little from a combination of the minor earthquake and the button. "Buttons are cheap," he thought.

He couldn't believe it, her teeth were still clenched. He threw her against the wall and her back was taught and her pussy was wet. His cock stiffened. This wouldn't be long, but it was going to be like an explosion.

She dug her nails into his back as he kissed her neck and ripped her bra in half to get to her nipples. He nibbled and then bit just enough to peak her interest.

She pushed back against him and pinned him on the couch.

He had heard what adrenaline could do, but this was amazing. "She's going back next week as well!" he thought.

She had pinned him like one of those corny WWF matches on the couch. Then she started talking to him.

"I'm going to fuck you. I need it and I need it NOW!" she shouted. "Fuck Me!" and then she straddled him and started in on him like and animal. It was the scene Animal Planet doesn't show.

She would grind her clit and he was still pinned against the couch. Arms above his head in that shape like, "I surrender," Ironically, Guns and Roses came on and she heard, "Welcome to the Jungle."

She went faster than she thought she could have and he had to sit there and take it. She moved back and forth so fast she thought that if she wasn't that wet his skin would have been blistered from at least the heat!

She plunged inside of him and he felt her like he hadn't before, very swollen and very hot, not warm, HOT!

She bounced and slapped his chest and looked into his face with that wolf like snarl and said, "FUCK ME!!"

It was too scary to respond so he thrust as much as he could and she moaned, "OOOH!"

The couch had moved 3 feet before he though he felt her 4th orgasm. He was so close. His blood pressure rose and she felt him and noticed he was getting close but trying to hold it off.

"YAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" he screamed and she KEPT GOING!

"One more," she thought, "He has it in him." And she went faster. His groin was wet and saturated with her. He felt it drip between his legs. The smell was sweet and sexual. It was almost painful that she kept going, but how many times had she kept going after he had some cold medicine and it took him a few minutes more.

"Yaaaaa .... baby ..... yaaaaaa .... mmmmmm......," she muttered from her clenched teeth. "Cum for mommy .... ya ..."

He realized she was talking to her pussy.

"Mmmmmmm .... MMMMMM ..... OOOOOO ...... AAAAAAA ....."

and one last

"FUCK!!"

The room spun just a little and he caught her.

His wrists were sore. His back had surely bled on the couch.

He rolled over just enough to see. "Whew, nothing!" he thought.

He pulled out of her and was just a little uncomfortable, but that was almost unearthly. She never stirred or moved. She had a pulse and was breathing, just exhausted.

"She got what she needed and I was happy to give it to her," he thought. “Now when is she going to wake up?” He straightened the chairs and even moved the couch back where it belonged; all without waking her. His button less shirt covered her soft, lightly tanned skin. He understood what she meant when she said it smelled like “Sex”.

Her breathing was normal and he worked to recreate the minutes and moments prior.

He turned on SportsCenter and watched the nightly recaps from the east coast games. "He'll need therapy to get over that beating in Montreal!"

A slow chuckle came from his mouth and her eyes opened enough to see what was going on.

Her first words were, "Ohh shi ....” "Another un-lady like phrase!” she thought.

"Don't worry about it, we all get that way once in a while. Ice cream?"

The spoon slipped out of her mouth.

"Mmmmmm, chocolate therapy," she thought.

I wanted to set the mood for this next story. The inspiration for the mood was this song by Lifehouse "You and Me". I thought about maybe Coldplay's "Fix You". Turn it on instead if you like. It goes nicely with the story as well.

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Editing note: I had to remove the song from the post. It was causing errors in some browsers! Sorry for the inconvenience. I will reserch some more video hosters and try to find one that is less quirky!

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How many years had it been? That long? He could still remember it like it was yesterday. Only it seemed further away. Like looking at pictures in a museum; one at a time, with a slow stroll between each. Each taken with an old 110 millimeter camera so that the pictures were square with the quarter inch border around the edges. Passing by one at a time, pieces of his life in a parade of memories.

The slow stroll brought back sensations he thought he had forgot. The way her perfume smelled, the color of her eyes, the sound of her laugh; captured, packaged and presented in a small 3"x 3" format in his hand. One picture is worth a thousand words because our mind plays back the whole seen captured in time.

What were they, juniors, seniors? What did it matter they were young, bullet-proof and beautiful. Every guy wanted the chest he had then and every woman wanted the butt she had then. Lives without scars yet, physical or emotional. Bruce Springsteen called them "glory days". And all the stories usually start with, "Back in high school."

He remembered many things from, "back in high school." He remember how much she made him laugh. The kind of laugh that turns into a slow burn smile years later. The kind when you read the lable of the bottle of perfume she wore, you get that half grin.

And there was one memory that gave him the full blow infectious smile. It was at an amusement park. Season passes were cheap back then. The rides were mostly roller coasters and the carnival death-traps. And that was the fun of it, wasn't it; the thrill, the excitement, the adrenaline rush of doing something to not only cheat death, but to do it in a way that was safe and with a friend. All for only $35 a year.

French music really affected his memories of that year. Maybe it was because of the music they played in the French section of the park. It was the smallest section, but the most quiet. It was the only place in the park you could escape the roar of "The Widow Maker," the hum of, "Schlitterbahn," or the howl and whine of young children with their parents dressed poorly.

She knew a special place they could go and talk, and ... do other things. Things most kids don't want their parents knowing about. Was there anything really better than making out with your teenage sweetheart? Really? Was there? No, not in his mind.

She actually taught him to kiss, as he figured, she had done to other guys before him. It was a cold January and she had been a little frustrated with his technique. Before he kissed her, she put her red tipped index finger on his lips and said, "A kiss is another way to communicate. What are you going to say next time you kiss me? Let me show you what I am going to say."

And it was honestly the only time he had ever "seen stars," "lightning struck," or been left without a breath. He remembers only her saying about 3 minutes later, "So, what were you going to say to me with that kiss?"

From then on it was different. And the park was a special place they, "spoke" to each other. One night was a special exhibit in his recollections. She had drug him all over the park to see the wonders of "amusement" but neither were really amused.

They found that place they both could sit and relax. It was dark but the lights of the rides were enough to cast reds, greens, yellows, and blues on them. Much like a Christmas display.

She got that look in her eye and he moved in to kiss her and she stopped him, again. Her look changed. She was going to speak, in ways he had not heard that night. She cocked her head and went through her own section of her museum dedicated in shrine like fashion to him.

She placed her fingers on his lips again and then moved in close for a heart starting first kiss. He felt her hand move across that baseball player chest. He could feel the warmth of her hands and knew one day she was going to be someone's mommy, someone's lover, someone's everything.

Tonight she was just his. She moved her hands down to his waist and never left her rhythm with his lips. And between his legs she gently rubbed him making sure he was going to be ready for what was ahead.

At those moments before she was sensual, beautiful, elegant and regal. In those moments her hands moved, she was all those and seductive.

He relaxed enough and made a move in to "make more moves," but his advances were halted. A bit confused his eyebrow unleveled and she simply placed her finger on his lips and continued. This part of the exhibit was a non-verbal section, but a lot of talking was about to happen.

Slowly, she unzipped his pants with the skill not known to boys his age who fumble with bras or buttons. There were no, "Is that it," or "I think I got it." It was smooth and cool confidence she made her gestures with. He pushed against the soft cotton of his boxer briefs. She kissed again and gripped him in her small hands filling her fingers with him.

Slowly she moved his khakis to his ankles and revealed the only thing separating him from the skin his creator sent with him into the world. She moved his boxers down to complete the set with his pants. He was exposed and bare much like his silent soul.

She was small and moved quickly between his legs in sharp contrast to the slow burn she felt for him. This night was not about speed or quick for the end of the Book of Mormon spoke of the "quick and the dead". No this night was artistic and passionate.

Her hands gently gripped his shaft. Not like a golfer about to choke the put on the 18th green, more like a woman who is grasping the arm of her lover amongst a crowd. A gesture to show she was his, but needed his strength and manliness to shelter and lead her in the confusion.

But she was leading him. Her lips went around his cock and she felt his heartbeat through his skin. she stroked with one hand and placed her other on his stomach running over his belly button.

She took him in and out. Slow for a moment speaking in a language only an artist knows. She sucked to pull the pleasure out of him and into her. Stroking like comforting or cajoling him. He leaned back and enjoyed the lights in the night sky. Were they his imagination or were they real?

She swiveled her head on her neck while he was in her mouth and his pleasure grew. Most girls couldn't do this, most women never understood what it meant. Her tongue became a serpent bent on drawing his venom instead of injecting it. It moved while he was inside her and sucked him viperously.

He felt her tongue and then felt her take him deep in her throat. He was almost guilt ridden when she took him out and smiled. He returned the glance as the acknowledgement of the artistic conversation continued.

Back in he went more aggressively now and with more intent. She sucked harder and drew his tip closer to the edge before plunging him back in all the while swirling her tongue and applying that suction that kept him silent yet wanting to scream.

His breath quickened and he felt her hands move faster up and down his shaft. He felt it coming. The end of their conversation.

The end of the exhibit.

The end was coming and so he was about to as well.

She gripped and released and sucked and swirled and felt herself become wet with excitement that she was pleasing him. Her lips engourged. His eyes closed.

She went as fast as her neck and hands could go and felt her jaw tighten a small amount with pain but was determined to finish her loving conversation with him.

She felt his back tighten as she caressed his inner thighs and cupped his balls.

At that moment he exploded in her mouth. She spoke words in that language that are sometimes un-writable, sometimes unspeakable, sometimes inaudible.

She swallowed and ran her fingers over his body watching how the red, green, blue and yellow colors danced like paints on his skin. He was coming around.

She straightened herself and helped him recover his clothes to their proper order before a member of the cleaning crew or an errant rug rat scurried by.

She sat with him and they watched the moon and stars content with the quality of their conversation. Delighted in the exhibits they were building for their museum of memories.

And suddenly he had reached the end of this exhibit. Exit to the right, thank you for coming.

He laid the flowers on the grave. Beside them a 3"x3" hand painted canvas picture of the spot in the French section of the amusement park. The colors were red, blue, green and yellow. September 28, 1971. December 16, 1992. Loving daughter. Faithful friend. Eternally beautiful.

He turned.

He stepped and looked back. One more kiss. One more stroll. One more. One.

The next time he would be able to go back to the museum would be in another country in funny camouflaged clothes commanding men that were her eternal age. He hoped, none of them would meet her while under his charge.

Love, war and youth. Portraits and stills. Colors and memories.

"Pancakes," he heard himself think. "A big stack with syrup and some real butter." He was hungry and that was what would hit the spot.

No parking in the garage again today. Too nice outside. The hummer was slowly cooling down as he made his way to the front door. "Gotta love that pewter thing on the door," he thought.

The door was solid oak. Thick and heavy. Sturdy. The way doors should be made. He just didn't understand how people could use one of those hollow doors and expect it to feel the same as a good solid door.

It didn't matter; it was shutting behind him now. He turned left, as always, to head to his kitchen.

His kitchen, much like his office, was a masterpiece of himself. Dark wood cabinets, cherry, as he remembered set all along the walls with breaks for doorways and windows onto the tree covered property.

There was enough natural light to keep things lit, but dark enough to give you an intimate feeling. Under-cabinet halogens warmed the counters.

It was the counters that made this a masterpiece.

Soapstone.

He loved soapstone like you find in science labs in every high school across the country. It's dark and sturdy and black and can stand up to sulphuric acid. And bad hot sauce.

When he rounded the corner all he thought of was the pancakes until he heard a slight moan.

She was there in front of the skillet, left arm braced against the counter by the stove. Right leg half cocked, right hand under the apron. The apron was the only thing covering her front half. And the rear was in full view.

She was masturbating.

"Uhh, uh uh uh uh aah ha ha ah aha."

He stood there in silence. Inside he was going nuts. "Does this stuff really happen?" "This is so cool! Is this really happening?"

Frozen he stood there longer. He was prepared to stand there until either her she fell to the floor from passion, or until she noticed him.

Her head bobbed a little as she got closer. "Ahh uhhh aaaaah aaaahhhhh." Her breaths drew deeper and deeper. She tried to breathe normally through her nose, but decided her mouth would only take in the air she needed to stay upright.

"Ooohh ha ahhhh ahh aaaaah,"

She was close and it was making him hard as a rock watching her find all the pleasure she needed in his kitchen. Her head tilted back one more time and she screamed his name and "YES!!!" and both hands fell to the counter. Her right leg un-cocked.

Her head went down and she drew deep breaths.

He didn't know if he would need to catch her or not.

She flipped her hair back and to the right and caught sight of his figure in the doorway.

"Been there long?"

"Long enough to need a cold shower!"

"Mmmm Hmmm!?!? Well I thought I would make you some pancakes since you mentioned it on the phone. You know, I'd be all domestic and stuff."

"They will never domesticate you, wild woman!"

She giggled at his play on words an adjusted the apron her breasts were barely covered by.

He moved behind her and held her and kissed her neck. Her head moved back and against his chest. Her left arm hooked around his head and felt the back of his hair. He reached down with his right hand and felt her wet pussy.

She chuckled and let out an, "Mmmmm."

He turned her around and placed his hands on her waist as she looked into his eyes. In one motion he picked her up and placed her on the counter.

She took the apron from around her neck, still tied at the waist. he lifted the lower part of the apron that said, "Kiss the cook," and placed it around her waist as well.

Her legs slowly spread as her hands supported her weight. She was glad she had shaved this morning and was hoping he would do this. She would never admit to it, but she wanted his face between her legs.

He placed his hands behind her hips and she looked down and his advance toward her already wet pussy. His tongue licked her outer lips and she felt a shiver come over her.

He saw the goose-bumps on her inner thigh and knew he was making progress. He went in again for more tender spots on her body.

Her head tilted to her left and her hair fell over her shoulders and neck. The tickle of his tongue was almost too much to contain.

She decided to relax and enjoy and tilted her head back and let him work his magic.

His tongue grazed her clit and she let out a sigh. His hands moved up her back and down her side. His mouth not stopping for anything.

Light flicks of his tongue engorged her pussy and clit. She felt every bump on his tongue.

He sucked a little and shook his head. She moaned and wanted more and placed her hand on his head.

He licked faster now and with more intent. Every breath was a little more labored.

His tongue went faster than before and she could feel how wet she had become. The thought of her all over his mouth was arousing.

Her hands spread her lips wider and revealed a clean path to her clit. A finger slipped inside her and she almost exploded. His tongue was moving so fast now she could tell when it stopped and started.

She was close now and cold feel his finger hit her G-spot and his tongue, oh God his tongue was magic.

She rocked back and forth until it was just too much. Just too much for any woman let alone her.

She closed her eyes and simple screamed silently and aloud. She became conscious when she heard herself say, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." and let out her last sigh.

He picked her up and carried her to his office. The TV was on. He laid her on the well worn leather couch and covered her with her favorite blanket.

He finished the pancakes and ate slowly while she slept.

He finished another batch and placed them on a tray with a red daisy-like flower.

The orange sun was slowly setting behind the trees and the light was falling on her gentle face. He brushed her hair back from her eyes and she gently rose to find the pancakes and tray in front of her. She looked up and only saw him smile.

He propped her up against him as he sat beside her on the couch.

They were the best pancakes she had remembered eating in a while.

3:20 AM

He rolled over away from her trying not to wake her. There was plenty of time for sex and sleep before the alarm went off, but he knew she was tired. The room was dark gray. He could make out things like it was high noon. The absense of light makes things appear black white and grey. Tonight was no exception.

Tonight, however, there was an exception about 2 and a half feet under the covers. In a word or two, he was hard.

3:30 AM

She felt him roll over and fell in between dreaming and being awake. "I want to sleep," she thought, "Wait, maybe I don't."

She reached down and felt her hard nipple. "Mmmmmm," and it felt better and better. Relaxed enough to not care and not tired enough for more sleep.

3:31 AM

He reached down and grabbed his hard cock. The slow strokes were the best when starting out. Quick tugs later on would definitely help out. He reached out silently just long enough to grab some lubricant and stay quiet. The inside of his boxers were screaming of for more.

3:32 AM

She was already wet and had wedged her finger between her legs. Her trimmed pussy was already throbbing. Soft slow strokes at first and an occasional plunge into her pussy really felt good. "Ahhhh," she thought trying not to wake him up.

3:36 AM

He was already feeling his own lubricant on the top of his penis. It helped as he stroked from top to bottom. Some guys used their right hand some their left some thumbs up and some thumbs down. He just wanted to feel the tight grip of his hand around his cock. He really wanted to feel her underneath him with her legs spread wide in the air.

3:40 AM

She was really wanting his cock in her and his chest next to her. It was almost as erotic as feeling him inside her, but she like how close he was and his arms and his smell and his breathing.

3:45 AM

He wanted WAY more than he was getting by himself. Was she awake? He decided to be a man and roll her over and take her.

3:46 AM

She felt him right behind her and then on top of her and she couldn't have been happier. With one motion he roller her and was between her legs. His hands were holding her ankles high so he could thrust deep inside of her.

Thump ... thump ... thump

An exhale after each one. She reached down and felt his stomach and reached up to his chest. He propped her legs over his shoulders and decided to stay deep within her. He reached down and cupped her breast and she moaned lightly.

Her legs wrapped around him now and she moved up and down on his cock while gripping his hips and back. His hands massaged her breasts and toyed with her nipples. She lunged up and into his arms and moved with intention and passion.

He could feel it coming

3:55 AM

She wanted it and wanted his body to explode inside her.

3:56 AM

Her breasts were next to him and his cock was throbbing.

3:58 AM

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!"

6:00 AM

"It's 6:00 AM at WKYJ. Looks like a great day today. Here's Stone Temple Pilots."

The shower started. Sunny skies and a high of 76. Nice day for anything except going to work.

6:05 AM

The alarm went off and the last "Mental Health Day Sick Call" was made.

She loved the blanket. It had been everywhere with her. This cheap $5 blanket had outlasted $100 a plate dinners with bad boy friends, $300 Coach purses and $250/month car payments for cars now residing in the junk yard.

It was red, white and blue, rather patriotic, but plaid. The fringe around the edges was still in good shape. She even spent an hour or two picking out grass seeds from a Shakespeare In The Park. It was probably "Midsummer's Night Dream". That Puck was such a cool character.

She pulled it down from the closet. She remembered the last time it was used. The game was on and she was on the couch. Drifting in and out of sports was a delicious pleasure. Golf was the real snoozer, but perfect for napping. Everyone was quiet and whispered. Even clapping was quiet.

He was in somewhere else in the house. An occasional door opening or drawer closing let her know he hadn't cut his arm off.

Her red hair laid like a sweater on the pillow. The blanket wrapped around her for warmth and for security. She really wished he would join her, but she was the one who had asked him to take care of what he was taking care of.

She drifted off now and then. It was a rough week and all she really wanted was sleep and sex rougher than her week. It wasn't something she really liked to be let known. "Ya, can you help me, I'm incredibly horny and all worked up and I need your cock in me to help me blow off some steam." That just didn't fly in the polite manner in which she was raised, but that was what she was thinking. And thinking. And thinking.

She reached down between her legs between commercials to keep the fire alive. Her middle finger gently happened over the sweetest spot she could find. She needed it and needed it now, but had to wait. Just "Me, myself and I," sex wasn't what she was into at the moment. She wanted bodies and sweat and breathing and passion and romance. Not her middle finger. She wanted to connect with him and look into his eyes and see what she needed ... security.

The door closed and she heard his footsteps across the hardwood floor. He saw her on the couch in her old favorite blanket. "Let me clean up and I'll join you. I need a little rest and you look kind of comfortable!"

"Rest?!?!? You're going to need it when I'm finished with you." she thought. "Ok, I'll be here," was what she really said.

She lit the fire one more time and dozed off after she heard the shower start.

When she woke he was next to her in the blanket. His cock was nestled up against the top of her ass. It was warm and starting to get hard. She could feel his arms draped around her. The contrast of her skin and his muscle made her more aroused and she didn't know if she could contain it any longer.

His left hand brushed against her breast as he reached for her shoulder. She let out a sigh and took his hand and laid it back on her breast.

She felt him stiffen.

She felt herself stoke the fire a little more.

The bottom of his shaft was pressed against her and his breathing picked up pace to match hers. The match was over and the ending credits as "Pebble Beach". His hand ran down to her thigh and she thought she was going to squeal, something she hadn't done since high school. Her hair was now all over the pillow and in her eyes and ears. He reached up and pulled it back behind her ear and kissed the nape of her neck.

The goose bumps took off and she felt something shoot from her neck quickly across her stomach and down between her legs. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. He eased his cock between her legs but not inside. Her other hand grasped her nipple and massaged it until she was totally wet.

She let go of his hair and reached between her legs to guide him in with her hand. She felt his size separate her. That first stroke was always the best. Every inch of him slowly found it's way in. Every bump and ridge was now home inside her.

Thrust 2 and 3 were just as enticing.

She sat up on top of him and facing his feet. She grasped his ankles and ground away on him, catching her clit as much has she could on the base of his cock. She reached down and felt both his balls and her clit. She let out a moan and felt him stiffen and rub her ass with his hands.

Her clutched her hips and he took over the stroking. This freed her to caress her nipples and strengthen the tingling between her legs. Her head tilted back and the tip of her red locks tickled her back. He ran a hand up her back and to her neck he was kissing only moments before.

She leaned forward to find the arm or the couch and moved her hips and stomach in a way that reminded him of a serpent. He felt deep iside her and could feel the tip of his cock connect with something sinful. She let out a squeel and he felt her have a small orgasm, but knew she wasn't finished. There would be at least one more that would end in a shout.

He raised up, still inside her and saw her back arch as they moved to do it doggy style. Her hair draped around her face and she started to breath heavily as he pushed and retreated and thrust again. He was hitting her g-spot with the bottom of his cock and she was getting close. He thrust forward and she pushed back. It wouldn't be long was her thought.

The tension mounted and he felt her squeeze every few seconds. Her beautiful back arched like a cat and relaxed in the beautiful shape only a woman had. She dripped on him as he thrust and pushed.

He moaned and couldn't contain it any longer. She heard him breath and say something and then she lost all control. She came so strong she thought her pussy would never stop. She let out one loud, "FUCK!" and dropped on the couch.

A bead of sweat went down the side of her face.

He rolled her over and draped himself around her like the setting sun. The blanket covered them as they slept for what seemed like hours but was only 45 minutes.

She found herself on top of him when she woke and eased her self in position for another round of sinful pleasure.

The blanket covered them again and again for the rest of the night.

The Bathtub

"Righty tighty, lefty loosey." And then the water went off. If his friends knew he was in the bathtub, he would never hear the end of it. Rationally, it relaxed him the water kind of settled his nerves better than a gin and tonic or a cold foreign beer. It was warm and dark. His 5 o'clock shadow bristled under his palms as the sweat mixed with bath water dripped from his forehead and jaw.

Hot baths, there's a secret he didn't want to get out. Like the other dirty secrets he kept. When he pleased himself, when she came over and they spent the night in mad passion. But right now it was just the water and him. Ok a little Julie London in the background, but that's it. He felt like Steve Martin in "The Jerk". "And that's all I need …"

What he really needed was her. Dark hair, beautiful eyes. He thought she had something to do today. Her legs were always on his mind. He wasn't bad to her either. Dashing smile and a twinkle in his eye. But right now his eyes were about to close. He even felt himself drift off for a second.

The next thing he saw was the lights dim even more and a toe go into the water. That toe was hers. The silhouette of her felinity. He could feel the water stir slightly and the warm water around his leg when hers went in. A little surprised, a little excited as he saw her slide in across from him.

She put her knees down to kneel above him. He got hard and she could tell he was excited to see her. The water masked her arousal as she settled on top of him. In her hands she held two small objects he couldn’t make out. All he could feel was her index finger on his lips and a slight, "Shhhhhhh." The water lapped around them. Sometimes warm, sometimes cool.

He could feel her pussy on top of his cock waiting to let him in. Every bit of her turning and movement made him stiffer and harder. He could almost feel her heartbeat through her clit. Her pussy was shaved and smooth. And more sensation and he thought he might have to take her right there, but he wanted to know what she was up to.

She squeezed something in her hand and spread it delicately on his face. It was cool and smooth. A vapor of mint lifted into his nostril and he recognized it as his shaving cream. Her hands spread it around his beard with a movement akin to their bodies moving during sex. As she got closer he could feel her breasts brush against him and his stomach muscles tightened and he almost had to arch his back in response.

She reached down with a cloth and dipped it in the warm water and washed her tender breasts. The water dripped from them and onto his chest. Her head tiled back and her pulled back pony tail nearly dipped into the water as a small sigh filled the tub.

He could feel her rocking back and forth on his hard cock and wondered when either of them would break and give into their primal desire and make love. But before he could finish that thought, she reached for a shiny silver object and placed it in her right hand. She leaned in and spoke softly, "Trust me, be still."

He leaned his head back down and let her work her magic. He felt the cool blade go across his face. The blade let up and he felt his cock slide inside her. She was warmer than the water and wet. The water had not diminished that by any factor. She dipped the blade in the water and rocked back and forth squeezing around flesh she found so pleasurable.

She would squeeze and he would moan and it almost got her off track. She dipped the steel blade in the warm water and felt his hands on her breasts. He gently caught her nipples between his index and middle finger and she quivered and moaned. He cupped her breasts and slid his hands down her womanly sides. She reached out and took another measure of cream from across his face and pushed him deeper inside her. He was beginning to lose focus when she decided she might like to give him a surprise.

She gave one or two more cuts at his face and was basically finished. She leaned in close and whispered something he didn’t understand. Her clit hit his pubic hair and they both moaned. Her tongue reached out toward his face and she liked a bit of the cream off his face. Then she took her finger and dipped a small bit left on his right cheek. She placed her finger in his mouth and he found it pleasantly sweet. She spread more of the crème over her breasts and he couldn’t help buy lick her nipples until she was rocking and moaning so much the water was beginning to find the bath mat on the floor.

He grabbed her hips and helped the friction between them. He could feel her all around him, wet and warm. She squeezed and he moaned against her. His mouth was sucking her so sweetly she thought she would come with or without him inside her. She slammed a lightly curled fist in his chest and moaned his name.

He pulled and pushed her all over his solid cock. He could tell they were both getting close. He held off and tried hard not to cum. He whispered, "Cum!" as best he could in her ear and she immediately began to spasm in her wet pussy. It was almost too much for him, but he held on.
It took a few more minutes of her head swiveling and his name before they both could get close again. She grabbed her ample breasts and began to rock again. He felt her driving hard and deep. She leaned back and placed her hands on his shins an looked deeply in his eyes. His hands found the top of her thighs and he squeezed at the exact moment she screamed, "OH GOD!!" and he couldn’t hold it any more.

His cock exploded inside her and her pussy quivered and pulsed as they both came. She fell forward and kissed his lips and the breath between them disappeared. She rolled over on her side and he held her in his arms and Julie London finished her last song, "No moon at all …"

When he woke, he was alone. The water was colder. He was less tired and more afraid of the world than at other times in his life. "Things end, things change, you have to move on, " he told himself. It was only a few days but a fews days that changed his life. "It never happened, did it?"

He stood up and reached for the towel. It was soft on his face the cool water dripped down. He lifted his leg over the side of the tub felt something strike his foot and fall with a metallic thud. He looked down, it read, "Reddi-Wip".

"I'll have coffee cream please," she said as she pulled through the drive through.

It had been a long day and she was loving it.

Even the little McDonald's jingle was going in her head It was a passionate night.

One you don't forget.

One like your first really good kiss, really hard breakup r really hard night of ... Her mind went back tot he road but not off him.

"Sweet mother of chance he was awesome!" she thought.

It was more than physical but better than the work that goes into hard fought relationships.

Magic was just something Harry Potter did now, this was moving.

It still tingled. It was still good. She wanted more and wanted to give SO much more

She really didn't even remember how she got together with him. It just kind of happened.

There she was knocking on his door. Her loose white dress shirt - a man's of course - contrasted her green eyes and dark hair that landed elegantly on the shoulders

She smelled good and she knew it.

"Hi," she said in the moment the door opened. Leaving herself open for him to reject her if he didn't want to follow through.

But he didn't, he wouldn't he couldn't.

It was the way the light hit from behind her and the soft things he thought of her. The tenderness. The security the hope of intense passion and an omelet the next morning.

He just wanted to wake up next to her or wake up with her on top of him. He couldn't decide.

...

both

...

He was average in her league ,but passionate about her none the less. She liked him and that's all that mattered.

"Come in, I’m excited you are here," and he took her hand and gave a soft kiss in exchange.

"Long day?"

"No."

Trouble finding me?

"No, just that I wish I had sooner," she toyed as the mischievous smile went across her face.
He liked that in a woman and she was all woman.

"I want to get more comfortable, but don’t' want to sound clichéd," she said.
and soon it was like the song buy Sean Penn's brother "Maybe she's just looking for someone to dance with."

"Ok, he said," like he knew where it was going to go without having to ask.

She excused herself to the bathroom. It was small but sufficient. She knew he wanted to start seeing her in just the shirt and she had no problem with that as she slipped her pants off the cool air mixed with he smell of his cologne. It was sweet but strong. She only hoped he was the same.

Black thongs just weren't what he liked and she knew that, but he had this racy side to him she occasionally loved to tease him with. It didn't matter they were coming off too.

She could feel the air around her now and it excited her.

The bra would go next with that neat little trick only women knew how to do to get the goods uncovered w/o a shirt button coming off.

There. A check in the mirror and she could already tell she was just a bit wet.

Just enough, just like her apprehension it was not quite there.

The room was dark but the light again was behind her. Her long legs dropped to the floor in elegant beauty like fine china.

The backlight also revealed to him there was nothing between the Van Husen and her.

It was sexy ... for both of them.

He was on the couch when she walked over slowly she spread her legs and strattled him and pressed in close to his chest. Looking down she could see the years in his eyes but not his face.

He saw nothing but a beautiful smile and felt the warmth of her next to him.

"I want something" she said in a near whisper, the kind of whisper you associate with telling a secret to your best friend.

"Ya?"

"Her fingers were so soft as she ran them up and down his face and shoulder.

"Yes, I do," was the response

The shirt was turning him on. It was the classic executive shirt you saw on all executives from the President of the United States to the rank and file business man. Hers was white and the collar was unwrinkled like her skin. the sleeves were rolled up to accommodate the porcelain forearms he loved to run his fingers up and down. But that shirt totally captured his attention toward her. He knew she had to put out some sort of effort to get one as it wasn't something she wore or even had access to. He didn't care it was her effort that impressed her and her body.

She hovered above him, "I want something." She said it again. She could feel his legs beneath her. She strattled him in the only way she knew without physically letting everything womanly touch him. Her lips spread over his lap where she knew he would be soon enough. That something he knew, she knew, the world might as well have know. It wasn't just the skin-to-skin of it all. She wanted his kindness and experience to be there to complete her to wrap her up like the gift she was about to give him, or that she was going to let him take.

"Ya," was his reply again as he noticed she had started to move closer and also up and down. Her breasts hit just below his chin. He couldn't help but think of the Seinfeld episode, "And they’re fantastic!" Good Lord they were and he wanted so much to see more behind those pearly white buttons. That was all that separated him and her, those buttons and a few thousand miles from her state to his. But right now the miles has melted like powdered sugar on her tongue.

It caught her eye. Just enough for her to catch her breath. A small votive candle. It was all he had to light the room. It told her how much she was focused on him, but also how much he thought of her visit. A simple light for her to set the mood for romance. It flickered and she was sure it's reflection was in her eyes. Those eyes that first caught his attention.

What was behind them? Was it a mystery? Was it simple? Was it gentle? Was it what her heart was or just a window to the empty soul. "The overflow of the heart is what the mouth speaks."

She felt him getting a little harder. It started when she cradled his face in her hands. The French manicure of her thumb caressed his ear. The four fingers left held the strong muscle on the back of his neck. She lowered herself slightly to tease him enough to get things started, but more so to stoke the embers in her. There was nothing to stop or keep either from moving forward.

His stories had interested her. Not the long winded kind, or the quick hits about small facts of minutia. She liked the little things that made him ... him. "Oh, you were a catcher! I have this think for catchers!" It was as if all he had to do was layout his life on the coffee table and it was all for her to take and hold.

He wanted more than just the occasional dip from her. He could tell she was clean shaven. He loved that and wanted to feel all of it in ways she wanted too. His hand ran down her right thigh and he felt her quiver, and again she whispered, "I want something." Again his response was, "Ya?"

Her hands slowly loosened the tie he had. Not one of those crazy trendy ties, but one of those classy conservative ones. His was half tied for the end of the day. She wanted to be there in the morning to straighten it back up again. But tonight the tie came off and around her neck. It hung loose, open and unguarded like her soul. It hung there like a sign for him to follow. It said, "Kisses go around the neck and follow me down to a utopia of emotion."

He slipped his hand slowly backup her thigh and felt the goose bumps as her crossed her waste and up her back. The dip of the hourglass quickly made his cock hard. Her neck gave and her hair went further down her spine as his hand went up revealing her ivory neck. A soft moan drifted over the music she had just noticed.

His shirt has to go," was the only thing she thought about. One button ... two ... and she licked her lips ... three .... four she lowered more and he didn't even notice four, five and six. Her hands touched his chest in a "V". It was a baseball player's chest, not too big, it restricted his swing. But the arms were strong even out of shape. She touched and imaged him behind her pulling both of his hands from between her legs and once again her head went back revealing her neck.

This time he took his opportunity and gave a soft kiss to her neck. One, two, three descending down to the top of his tie now resting in perfect symmetry between her breasts. He wanted them, he needed them. As far as she cared, they were his and again she said, "I want something," but this time, he said nothing.

She looked down and the dark strands of hair fell to the right of her face. "Where have you been? Why aren't you taking me like an animal?" But those things she never spoke, because as quickly as she thought it, the answer came, "because he wants me to enjoy myself."

Her hips rocked a little. She moved back just enough to realize his concrete cock. It was no more difficult to disrobe his lower half than it was to untie her shoes. She could feel them both throbbing; man and woman close enough to call it sex, but not enough to really engage.

Further down her gaze went and the top button was undone. The shirt was all that separated them and its time was drawing to a close. His hands went up her sides and to her shoulders. She blinked and breathed, two, three and a pause. He could see more than ever. She wanted to show it all, but that was for her to decide where and when, but she really wanted him to just take her, but that was what animals did and even though the lioness inside her was ready to be pounced, she wanted the slow walk to even more pleasure.

At four she took his hand and laid it gently on her breast. His hand was warm and soft but strong enough to be manly. She was wet. Very wet and could feel the blood pulsing. She moved in closer and then back out an removed four, five and six. The shirt opened as the curtain of a one act play. Her arms moved back like the wings on a bird about to fly and the shirt fell. They were naked and vulnerable and nothing was between them. He slipped the tie off and tossed it aside. Her head was slightly tilted to the right. The gaze lasted forever. What next?

He wanted to rush in and take her. Take her like the man he was. The animal in him wanted to beat his chest and have his way with her until she couldn't stop screaming for more. No ... and she said, "I want something."

She slid on top of him not letting him inside. She stroked back and forth with her hips feeling his hard cock slide over her clit splitting her lips. She tingled more now. And her hand brushed her hair behind her ears. She smiled and almost laughed because she was so happy. Julie London sang in the background, it was mixed from, "Here we are, sleepy little fella, drowsy little dame," to, "My heart belongs to daddy." minutes melted into hours and seconds into what seemed like eternity. This was about to be the way she had always wanted to make love. The way she deserved, the way it has almost never been. Sweet, considerate, soft, caring, loving. She thought she heard him say, "I want something," but wasn't quite sure.

He teased her nipple with his tongue and a real moan came out of her mouth, his hands planted on her sides. She wanted that. She wanted to feel her nipple warm and wet and aroused. It got hard fast. And while he was arousing one his hand slipped over the other to bring it to equal pleasure.

She rocked back and forth on top of his cock, getting her clit more and more aroused. She leaned her hands back on his knees and felt his kisses on her stomach. She quivered and almost made a small squeal. It was arousing and exciting and surprising all at once. His hands cupped her back above her ass and she wanted more and all she could hear was him saying, "I want something."

He laid her down gently on a soft place and kissed his way to her waste stopping at her navel to erase the memory of having to move. His hands moved down her thighs and between her legs. There was no shirt between them only the sound of the candle burning.

Her hips raised slightly and he found a spot that she wanted him looking for. Soft, warm, wet licks and she felt the beginning of something good. His hand went shallow inside her. "How did he find it so fast?" It was like he needed no manual to a woman's body. It was his to work with and shape into art.

She breathed quicker and heavier. Shorter bursts of pleasure. She had to stop him from going too far. She wanted to cum with him inside him. She pulled his head up and over her. His other hand still on her breast. She pulled him into her face. She pulled his lips close to hers. And she heard the platters, "Tonight while our hearts are aglow, please tell me the words I'm longing to hear. My prayer and the answer you give, may they still be the same. With you lips close to mine."

It was amazing how she kissed. Soft, sweet meaning full, educated. It was a language and a dance all in one. It said, "I want something."

He moved over her like a warm blanket from childhood and entered her. She quivered a little and fought back the goose bumps. He was quiet but said so many things with his body. She listened to it speak and responded in kind. He moved deep inside her. Slow like a train moving out of the station.

She wanted this. He wanted this. They moved to find it together.

She could feel every inch of him. His slight curve, the beat of his heart, yes! Even the beat of his heart in his cock. It slid in and out of her and her excitement grew. It seemed like there was no beginning and there wouldn't be an end. She grabbed him and pulled him in farther and felt more than he even bargained for.

She rolled them over and was on top again then pulled him closer to her. Her arms around his shoulders and back. "I want something over there." And he picked her up in one motion and laid her down standing above her. His cock wanted to explode in passion. She reached down and touched herself while his motion made everything inside an orchestra of fireworks.

It wasn't long before she was mixing yes and his name and a moan of approval. He was a man and she let him have his way. She would squeeze and hear his breath quicken. And that made her clit nearly explode. The tip of his cock excited her inside and she knew she was close. They tumbled and it reminded him of the song, "She had hair, black as a fiber glass speed boat, the morning air, fresh as brand new bank note. ... They were sleepless in love, they were lovers."

She spread her legs across the couch much like she had strattled him but now with her hands supporting h. He entered her and she felt how good it was with her legs so far apart. He wanted to cum and could but wanted to wait. Her breasts clung tight to her chest in the moment. She felt his hands on her hips as he drove in her.

The sound she made was nothing she had ever made before. It was hot now. Very hot. He pulled in deep and felt her start to quiver. She was close and that made it so much more arousing. It was going to be hard to stop. She quickly turned over and made her way on top again. "I want something," was all they both said.

She squeezed and rocked and held his hands. Her bare clit rubbed against him. His cock connected with every nerve inside of her. She was close and his name and "yes" began to mix. It was too much for both of them.

She started to cum and he followed quickly behind her. He felt her pussy tighten around him and pulse and something shot into her. He moaned and fell in her arms.

They kissed and fell asleep.

As she pulled out of the parking lot, she decided to go home. And when she was alone in the afternoon and the morning coffee was just an empty cup in the kitchen trash, she took out the camera and put on the shirt. Unbuttoned, one, two, three, four opened it slightly, and set the camera on the coffee table. Her arm went back revealing her tender breast. The shutter counted down, 4, 3, 2 and then a flash.

In his email a week later a short note and a an attachment, it read:

"I wanted something you gave without asking. I gave something I wanted. We share something I wanted to share with you."

She wrapped herself in a blanket and placed the shirt in her cedar chest.

"You have reached your destination," was all he heard as he turned off the headlights. He bought the GPS just for that little sound. He knew where he was going, but it looked cool in his Black Hummer H2. The H3's were too small. Snow was on the ground and he was walking up the driveway. Sure the garage was warm and dry, but tonight he wanted to walk in. The snow would be stopping soon and melted by tomorrow, so it was kind of nice.

The house was his dream house. He laid the rooms out on notebook paper. Every room had a purpose, the great room with it's human size gothic fireplace, the kitchen positioned so that there was easy access to the theater but not a trafficed place between the two and a bedroom, the upstairs hobby room that caught the sunrise, the other guest rooms of various thematic design. Then there was his office.

The office was his room, a real man room. Most would have thought a man room was a collection of dead animal heads, a pool table and big screen tv. No, not his. His was more of a stately wood panelled library, in an oval shape half windows that went from the floor to the ten foot ceiling. His desk sat in the middle facing the large windows. The other half of the room had bookshelves. Mixed in with the memorabilia were his Midland City Baseball Championship from 1985, his Ten And Under tennis tournament champion trophy and his American Legion award. And a big screen tv.

It was there on the left side of the large cherrywood desk he kept a very comfortable couch. In good view of the TV and the massive trees he had planted. Since he grew up without a lot of trees he made sure he could see every leaf on every tree when he relaxed. The large windows let a good amount of eastern sun in and in the fall he loved the brilliance of the oranges, yellows and browns that kissed every oak, maple and sweetgum.

His couch waited and on it's opposite side was a large rounded stone fire place. It spilled onto the hard wood floor - not that cheap laminate - this was hardwood that came from a barn his family owned and worked in the Big Sky Country near Abilene, Texas. He had it maticulously refinished and laid in his office. Polished it shined like a new boot. The hearth was elegant soap stone.

He loved Christmas when he set up his first three foot tree near the fireplace. It was a real Charlie Brown Christmas kind of fake tree but it reminded him of the hard times and how you could overcome the worst of situations with patience, hard work, planning and most of all, the help of others. Tonight he would go in, change into someting comfortable and sit mesmerized by the soft white lights that would flash for a few hours until he dozed off.

The key turned in the large pewter lock on the door, a nice touch that set him back a few hundred dollars, but well worth it's regal statement. The door opened and he could see the moon and snow dancing in a mixed parade in the large windows in the great entrance room. He closed the door behind him and heard the sweet chords of silence. He turned left and nothiced something on the floor. Stooping down he picked up a stray sock. "Must have dropped it on the way back from the laundry," he thought.

A few more steps toward the kitchen and the socks twin appeared between the counter and the dishwasher. "Glad they are back together again," his mind had a funny way of thinking about inanimate objects having entire lives and adventures of their own. A few more steps and the reunion not quite a minute old and an odd pile appeared in the pale light of the fridge night light. "Hmmm ... a real mystery," crossed his mind. It appeared to be her pants. "Now that's odd!" A few more steps to his fortress of solitude and Superman discovered his hockey jersey. It was Mike Modano's number 9. He loved this jersey but rarely wore it. It looked better on her. Much better, like a cross between a teddy and a jersey. Something he described as a sports teddy, especially in the series of pictures she made in that jersy with nothing on underneath and snuck in his laptop. Quite a few shots proved her birthday suit was ll you needed below a hockey jersey.

The light had partially come on when he saw the pants but it was the black lacey 34 C that sent up the flag. And he loved this bra. He remembered the first time he had opened it to find his surprise. It was the easiest bra to unclasp. The front ones had always given him more of a fit than any other type of clasp. Backs were easy. While she's taking a breath, you do this little flip thing and off it goes and on with the fun.

It even smelled like her perfume. But this time it had given it's responsiblity to cup that pair of wonderment with his own hands. He could feel something stiff begin to to grow in his Dockers. "Mmmm, let's see what's left," but any guy in his right mind would have told you that she either came in commando or left a tempting thong at the door to his office. "I bet that fireplace is smokin' tonight.Let's see if she and the troops came commando."

And there it was, right at the entrance to his only place of peace and quiet. A perfect fit and easy to find for her at Victoria Secrtet. Although he knew you could find just as nice other places, they fit her just right. They cupped the curve of he behind and hinted at the real secret that lay beneath ... a tightly shaved pussy. All his, any time he wanted. However, he never over stayed his welcome although she wanted him to practically live inside her. A small note was attached, "Meet me inside, handsome."

The light of the fire was enough to cast the dancing shadows across his collection of classics and obscure non-fiction. She had learned to love reading, even if it was his erotica, written just for her, but easily consumable on the internet under the nom de plume "Girl Next Door". She thought it was hot he could write that way and had cum several times just reading half-way into his stories. Even hotter that he posted as a woman. "Any man that can write for a woman and still be all man is a man that can have access to my goods all day long."

And oh man, she really wanted him. It was his way of just being him. He was concerned, but not pushy. Sometimes a little sentimental, but oh so sexy. She would do anything for him and even things she would never do for someone else. She remembered the time she took those pictures just for him, but held a few back and gave them to him one a day. It started with her fully dressed and ended in a full frontal nude shot that would have gotten a NC 17 rating if it had made it to the developer's room at Wal-Mart. He kept them as private as he could and looked at them only on days that ended in "y".

The solid oak door swung open to his right and the light caressed his soft face. To his left the fire looked exactly the way he wanted and to the right she looked exactly the way he wanted. Wrapped in a blanket and half asleep she looked angelic. The fatherly part of him wanted to kiss her forehead and put an extra blanket on her. She, however, would have been furious with his fatherly gesture. Although appropriate at times, when she was wrapped in a blanket, it meant business. Searious sex business.

He pulled off his shirt and placed it on a guest chair in front of his desk. She thought she heard a sound but wasn't sure. See raised up long enough to see him finish the last of his garments. His naked silhouette back-lit against the fireplace. She rose slowly up with the blanket clinging to her with little effort. Her right breast visible and the mischievous smile creeping in on her well kept face. Her nipple tightened seeing his cock closer in view. She lunged forward and caught him mid striede and took him whole into her whisky mouth. He was not quite hard and that was her intent. She loved feeling him grow in her mouth. Deeper he went as he throbbed and pulsed.

She pulled him out and licked his balls. He tasted like vanilla. Maybe he had a donut for breakfast, didn't matter, she sucked and took him in again. He gasped and nearly staggered. She was good at this and they both knew it. She had rug burns on her knees once when she hid under his desk to give him a birthday surprise. He moaned and she held his ass in her hands. She felt a little like a tigress in front of her toy.

He picked her up by the arms and pulled her close, her legs wrapping around his waste. He felt briefly how wet she was and wanted so bad to slide her on top of him, but had different plans. He gently laid her down with her feet to his side and her soft pussy right in front of him. It glistened with her own lubricant. He moved in and she felt the heat of his breath and then the wet lick of his tongue. She felt two fingers plunge into her and immediately he found her g-spot. He rubbed and licked and she almost squirmed in a laugh-like state. Her hands were planted right on her breasts. Fondling her own nipples and cupping her perfect breasts. "Ahhh ...Ahhh ... ahhh AHHHHH!"

He removed his fingers and concentrated solely on her clit. His hands rested on her knees and she grabbed them and forced them on her tits. Once in place she ran her fingers through his hair giggling and moaning all mixed like a pussy in heat. She could feel it coming. His tonue worked faster and more vigorously. She grew inside his mouth this time and dripped on his chin. Her milky juice had made a mustache around his mouth. It turned her on to see an intimate part of her all over him.

She arched and relaxed her back in a jerking motion and felt it coming. It started like water coming down a hose, slow at first and exploding at the end. "ahhh .... ahhhhhhhhh ... Ahhhhhhhh ....... AAAAHhhhhhhhhhh ..... YESSSSSS ... AHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH YA SUCK ME HARD YAAAAAAAAAAA ....... ooooohhhhhhhh......." And she faded for a moment.

She pulled him close to her and rolled him on top of the couch. They fell under the blanket and she pinned him underneath her although the wrestling rivaled the WWF. Once pinned she drew up above her prey. Her long hair fell around her face. The light of the fire left the soft orange glow on her face. It changed her eyes to almost cat-like quality. Feline was a good way to descibe her. And she could scratch his post any time she liked.

Still wet she couldn't wait and forced herself on top and thrust him inside. They both moaned and moved to the next dance move. He rolled her over and they were close enough her nipples felt his chest close in on her. It aroused her enough they instantly got hard again for the first time after her first orgasm. She drew her legs together and could feel him from her thighs to inside. This was so erotic to her as it got the sensative inner thigh, her clit and her pussy all in one motion. Quite a move for the missionary position. "Mmmmm rrrrrrrr ... .. ahhhhhhhh" and they twisted like mating snakes.

She squeezed and felt him tense, knowing he was holding back to make the passion wait until the last moment. She wanted to control him and squeezed harder and felt him wince trying hold it in to get the most of her juicy pussy goodness. He thrust to counter and felt her moan and quiver. "It goes both ways," he thought. If nothing else this night was almost athletic. Like the original olympiads they competed nude.

Her legs loosened and she drew her pincers high above his head and felt him go in deeper than he had with each stroke. She grabbed her feet but withdrew to her breasts as he rested her legs on his shoulders and felt his hands beside her. "Ya ya ya ya," She pulsed as his cock drilled deeper inside. "He was close," she thought and she knew his weakness for sound. "Damn, he's holding on," and the lover in her spoke, "ya baby, it's all yours."

It sent him over the edge and she could feel a change in herself as well. She swole and he thrust and and it was too much, in unison they moaned, "AHHHHHHH ahhhhhh AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" and it was over.

The fire bathed them in its own waves.

She caught her breath first and pulled him close and kissed his forehead like a mother comforting her child. Her breasts caught the brunt of his breath, short and deep. "Sleep baby," is all she said and he was asleep. Soon followed by his temptress.

The only thing left of his fire was a greying orange glow. The sun was slowly coming through the enormous windows. She snuck down beneath the blanket and sucked him until he came in her mouth. The way every man wants to start the morning. She swallowed and smiled, "Good morning."

She rose back up and laid her perfect breasts on top of his chest. His dogs came in through the doggie door from the mud room leading to his back yard. She loved his dogs and looked forward to seeing them.

"Some woman left her clothes on the floor."

"Really?!?!"

"You want them? They're your size."

"A girl can always use new clothes."

The layed there all day. And ate cereal straight from the box = corn pops - and Gatorade right out of the bottle. They needed it for what would come the rest of the day.

Like he thought, the snow melted, and the sun came out. She stood at the door in a blanket from the night before. "Don't forget the Lo Mein!"

The engine lurched the body to the right. He loved that! The GPS and radio snapped to attention.

"Chinese."

"Turn left."

He had turned left last night and it had worked out well. He felt like left might be lucky again tonight.