We’d been thinking about a holiday for some months, but all we knew
was we wanted something different this year, just something out of the
ordinary. I mean how many times could you go to Spain, get shagged by a
bloke you’d never see again and then simply come home? What we wanted was a
holiday with a difference and, as I looked through the ad, I had the
feeling Sue just might have found it.

I confess I had a few doubts. Being a city girl, the idea of a week
out in the woods miles from anywhere was something of a challenge. After
all, what if we wanted to watch TV? Or get a Big Mac? And where, more
importantly, would be the blokes? But Sue had an answer to that one
straight away . . .

“What? No blokes out there?” she said, looking at me as if I was
some kind of fool, “That kind of place is just crawling with hunky outdoor
types, Zoe! All of ‘em rugged and tough and very, very lonely. C’mon!
ТWeÐ¥ll have a really great time!”

One month later, we were on the porch of a hut stuck out in the
back of beyond, staring out at the rain as it hammered down. Happy I was
not .

“Crawling with blokes, huh?” I griped at her, “We’ll have us a
ball. you said?”

“Oh, shut up.” Sue shot back, “How was I to know?”

We’d been there three days now and, to tell the truth both of us
were starting to regret it. For one thing, all it had done since we’d
arrived at the cabin we’d rented was rain like the end of the world was on
its way. And for another, the only sign of manhood we’d encountered was
some old farmer who must have been in his 80s and about as sexually
enticing as a wart-hog. We’d tried to make the best of a bad job, but there
was only so many times you could play cards without it losing its thrill.
The sexual tension and frustration was starting to get to us as well. I’d
frigged my clitty three times during the previous night, so much so that
the tips of my fingers were like prunes as if I had them in the bath for
too long. I had been biting my lip to stifle my moans, even though I
suspected Sue was doing exactly the same thing in the very next room.

I went inside and sat on my very basic bed. My hands instinctively
worked their way into my hotpants as they always did when I was bored – my
fingers rubbing urgently at my clit. I was practically on the verge of
coming when a frantic pounding on the door of my room distracted me from my
fanny-stroking. “Zoe!” Sue was yelling breathlessly, “It’s stopped raining.
The sun’s coming out”

I hastily pulled up my hotpants and dashed outside to confirm it
for myself. “I can’t believe it!” I gasped, “It looks completely different”

It really did. The forest in the sunlight was a completely
different affair. The birds were singing and the leaves looked vibrant.

“I’m for a shower!” panted Sue, “Fancy one?”

“What?” I said, “This place has barely got plumbing, let alone a
shower.”‘

Sue chuckled. “Okay,” she said, “So it mightn’t be the latest in
technology, but it does work . . .”

I followed her pointing finger across the clearing in front of the
shack. There it stood, like something out of some old Western movie, just a
wooden pole with a tap at the top.

“Wow!” I breathed, “Does that thing actually work?”

“Who knows?” said Sue, “But there’s only one way to find out – last
one naked’s a rotten egg ! ”

Off we ran across the clearing screaming and giggling as we tugged
off our clothes on the way. Sue got there first as I tumbled head first
trying to step out of my tight hotpants and run at the same time. She was
already naked, trying to wrench the tap on when I arrived and it wasn’t for
the first time I found myself admiring her slim muscular, almost petite,
body as she stepped underneath the water as the first drops trickled from
the overhead tap. I’d admired her figure before – she was so neat and trim
compared to me. I was no Queen Ugly, but nature had made me tall and
statuesque with a big round bum and full boobs. I had to watch what I ate
or risk getting heavy, whereas Sue could seemingly eat whatever she wanted
and not gain a solitary pound, the bitch!

“God, I wish there were some blokes around here!” I said, joining
her under the sporadic jet of water, “Isn’t this just the kind of thing
you’d like to do with some hunk of a man?”

“You’re telling me!” Sue replied, “If I don’t get some nookie
sometime soon I’m going to go crazy – God knows how many times I was
fingering my pussy last night just for some relief!”

“So you were doing it too?” I laughed, “And there was me trying not
to make a sound all night!”

“Me as well!” answered Sue and we dissolved into hysterics at the
thought of us two frustrated girls bottling it all up like that. When the
giggles subsided, Sue had a semi-serious look on her face. “Seriously,
though, Zoe,” she said, “I’m real sorry I got you into this – if I’d known
there wasn’t a decent man for a hundred miles I’d never have suggested it.”

I was feeling generous, so I waved aside her apologies. “Don’t
worry about it, Sue,” I said, “We’re here now, so we might as well make the
best of it, huh?”

“I suppose so . . .” she replied and in that moment I detected
something in her eyes l’d never seen before. It really surprised me, so
much I had to look at her more closely to see if I’d been mistaken. This
time, there was no mistaking the look in her eyes . . .

“Sue,” I asked her over the gurgling of the water, “Are you
thinking what I think you’re thinking?”

“Uh-huh,” she answered quietly, “Does it shock you?”

Quickly, I replied, “No, no. It’s just . . . I’ve never really
thought about it before.”

“Why not?” said Sue, “Here we are, two healthy young girls, in the
middle of nowhere, no chance of getting any nookie . . . who’s going to
know?”

When she put it that way, I did some quick thinking. Lesbian sex
had never been something I’d considered before, but now . . . ? Well, like
Sue said, who was going to know? I trusted her and she trusted me and, God
knows, it wasn’t as if we were complete strangers . . . or complete dykes.

Her hand reached out toward me and brushed against one of my
nipples. Being under the water, out in the fresh air of the woods, meant my
nips were already fully up and, as her finger circled my dark brown bud, a
definite shiver of excitement passed through me.

“God, Sue . . .” I murmured, “That feels nice.”

“I’ve always been jealous of your tits,” she told me, УTheyÐ¥re so
big and round. I wish I had more up top .”

“You should know. Тl feel exactly the same thing about you!” I
giggled, taking the soap in my hand and lathering it up in my palms,
“C’mon, let me soap those cute tits of yours.”

It felt funny running my hand over a woman’s flesh in that way;
funny, but very arousing, especially as I felt Sue’s nipples crinkling up
against my palms as I did it. Soon, she had the soap and her hands were
running all over my body in exactly the same way. My skin was tingling and
I knew my pussy was starting to get hot. It got even hotter as Sue’s eager
hands moved lower and lower till they were right between my thighs, only a
heartbeat away from my aroused cunny itself.

“Tell me how it feels,” breathed Sue as her fingers slid between my
full and pouting pussy lips. I sucked in a great lungfull of air and failed
utterly to stifle a long moan of pleasure as she parted my lips and her
index finger brushed lightly against the hard nub of my swollen clitty.

“It’s like a rock!” whispered Sue, “Christ, Zoe, you’re really
turned on!”

“Fuck it!” I groaned, beside myself with sudden lust, “Lick my
pussy, Sue! Please!”

Slowly, we fell together on the ground, our bodies grinding
together as Sue took my nipples deep between her lips, teasing each one
with her teeth as her fingers continued to move against my box. Gradually,
her head moved lower and lower till at last I felt her warm wet tongue ease
between my ultra-moist labia and flick intensely against my clit.

“Aaaahhh!!!” I moaned, my cries echoing around the clearing,
“That’s just right – MMHHH!!!”

Ever remember being so turned on you almost lost your senses? It
had happened to me only once – with a bloke named Carl, the first bloke who
ever made me climax – but this experience was even more intense. I wrapped
Sue’s hair around my fingers and pulled her face towards my cunt, at the
same time thrusting my hips up to meet her frantically licking tongue.
Whether Sue had done this before I didn’t know, but if she hadn’t she had
more beginner’s luck than most because I was absolutely out of my mind with
ecstasy. I was coming real hard, my orgasm hurtling toward me like an
express train and just as unstoppable.

My shrieks of passion made the birds fly up in panic from the
treeline. My moaning didn’t stop until I just couldn’t come any longer. For
minutes it was absolute bliss, but then she decided it was her turn and we
slipped into a sixty-nine with me underneath. As her sticky, musky quim
descended on my face I wondered how I’d eat pussy, how it’d taste, but once
I’d extended my tongue and tasted her spicy pungent juices I knew
immediately I liked it and drove my tongue into her hot folds as hard as I
could, seeking out her clit with no difficulty, it being fairly large. And
there we were, two lusty lezzies, clit-licking and fingerfucking, like
there was no tomorrow. I never thought I’d manage to bring her off, but,
incredibly I managed it. Being a woman, I know when another woman comes -
juices don’t gush like that unless she’s really getting her fun!

As things turned out, the holiday wasn’t wasted at all. We made
more new discoveries than we’d ever anticipated in that secluded cabin.
Only towards the end of our time there did Sue confess to me she’d always
been bi, but by then I wasn’t bothered. Now I knew how to get my rocks off
. . . even if I couldn’t find a man!

Living in a suburban home with both parents working leaves you a lot
of free time. During school I did my homework or jacked off thinking about
other guys in my school. I maintained my body well because during the
summer months I practiced my boxing. I have a nice chest with a six pack
stomach. The girls love to touch me and feel my chest but I was never
really attracted to them, except for one, Julie, she was always nice to me.
Oh by the way, my name’s Aaron. I’m 5′8″, 160lbs. Of muscle, and I have a
7″ dick hard. I’ve had a few girls over time but they never lasted. So
finally the last day of school arrived. The alarm went off at 6am. I
turned it off, rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom. I showered, and
dressed, and threw on my clothes and went to school.
The day dragged on, taking my last finals were a fucking pain.
Finally the last bell rang and we were off for the summer.
“Hey Aaron, wait up!” yelled my best friend Dan. Julie was right
behind him.
“Hey Dan, hi Julie.” I said.
“What are you doing this afternoon Aaron?” asked Dan.
“Nothing, but my parents will be away for the rest of the week if you
two would like to come over and stay the night.”
“That sounds great, what time should we be over?” Julie asked.
“Around 5:00 is good. I still need the rematch Dan.”
“I know, I can’t wait to kick your ass again.” Dan said smiling.
“Fuck you. Haha. See you two at 5:00 then.” They both agreed and I
drove home. When I got home I dropped my bookbag on the floor and went
downstairs to the basement. My boxing stuff was down there plus my
weights. I got out my boxing gloves and went over to the bag. I took my
shirt off and grabbed a water bottle and sprayed water on my body to try to
keep me cool longer. I started punching the bag with small punches, hen
progressed into and aggressive fight. After about 45min of continuous
punching I was working a good sweat. I decided to lay down for a while and
rest until Dan and Julie came by. The doorbell rang not soon after. I
went up to answer it.
“Hey, you seem anxious to get going.” Dan said.
“I was practicing for you, lets go.” I led Julie and Dan downstairs.
Dan stripped to his boxers, and Julie took her shirt off revealing full
breasts underneath a bikini top.
“Ok, I’ll make a deal with you guys, the first person to win, gets to
fuck me. Deal” Julie said.
“That sounds good to me.” I said. Dan also agreed and we got into our
fighting positions and began.
For the first five minutes we just danced around throwing small jabs
here and there. But after that Dan got very aggressive. He connected a
solid right hook to my head, I backed up to the wall and tried to cover my
body with my arms. But Dan delivered more than a dozen blows to my
stomach. I went down on my stomach and tried to get up. Dan lifted me up
an pushed me up against the wall. He hit me again with a dozen more
punched to the head. After that I was out cold. I woke up what seemed
like an hour later. I could hear moaning from the other end of the room.
I looked up to see Dan and Julie fucking. I got up and stripped naked, I
went over to them and placed my hand on Dan’s back.
“You need some assistance?” I said, and rammed my dick into his ass.
He yelled loudly as my hard-on penetrated his anus. I pumped him hard, he
seemed to get it on with Julie even more as my balls slapped against his
ass. At about the same time we both came and we all collapsed.
“That was really nice you two.” Julie said with a smile.
“Shit, its almost 10:00, you were out for a long time Aaron, I’m sorry
about that.”
“Don’t worry about it, I’ve had worse. hah.”
“I’m beat, lets go to bed.” Dan said, we all agreed and I led the way
to my room. My bed could only fit two people, so Aaron and I decided to
take turns, and allowed Julie to sleep in the bed for the two nights.
Since it was my house, Dan told me to go first. We all got settled in,
Julie and I waited until Dan was asleep before we faced each other.
“So, how do you want to do this?” I asked, as I kissed her.
“Well, why don’t I be on the bottom. And do it gently, we don’t want
to disturb Dan.” she said with a smile.
I got into position and slowly slid me penis into her pussy. We
kissed passionately as I humped her. We rocked back and forth slowly until
I came, we both moaned, trying not to wake Dan.
“That was real good Aaron, I wish we could have done this sooner.”
She said between kisses.
“I’ll be right back Julie.” I said, and kissed her, and went
downstairs. I slowly went to the kitchen to get a drink. I had my back
turned to the doorway and didn’t see Dan come in.
“Hey lovebird, that was a nice fuck you had.” Dan said, startling me.
He was still naked, as was I, and he had raging hardon that was standing
pointing towards his muscular stomach. My dick immediately began to rise
when he came in.
“You like that? Can you do any better?” I asked. He just smiled and
came over to me. He lifted me on to the counter and bent down. He took my
entire penis into his mouth and gave me the best blowjob I have ever
gotten. Before I could cum he pulled out and kissed me hard on the mouth.
He started to hump my crotch as our dicks slid next to each other. We were
hugging each other and kissing each others necks, his body became tense and
spasmed as he reached climax. Dan shot his load all over my stomach and
led, as I did the same to him. We both licked each other up and went back
to bed. The next day would be one of the best days of my life as Julie
told us she invited a couple of her boy and girl friends over…

Upon arrival at the Islander Hotel and checking into my room ( a private
suite…hmmm…. company stocks must be on an upturn…), I went to the bar to
see if they served anything other than the typical coconut-and-sugar fare. I
was delighted to find a goodly assortment of imported beers including some
obscure German darks. Perhaps this week wouldn’t be so bad after all….
Ten minutes later I walked out on the patio with my second beer in hand and a
warm fuzz beginning to grow in my head. The sun was just beginning to set, and
it looked like it was actually diving under the sea. I stood and enjoyed the
view for a while, and when I turned to go back inside I was surprised to see
that one of my few female co-workers had also been watching. I couldn’t recall
her name, since she was fairly new to our department and worked on a different
portion of the project than I. I’d seen her in the halls and cafeteria from
time to time but we’d never spoken beyond a few words in passing. Because she
was attractive there was the usual office gossip going around, and what I had
heard of it seemed to indicate that she was unavailable. No ring, no boyfriend
in evidence, but the engineers who had asked for dates had all been gently but
firmly turned away. The office idiots speculated that she was a lesbian (prob-
ably in a vain attempt to soothe their bruised egos), but I had written her
off my prospective date list, such as it was, as being simply “OOML” ( Out Of
My League). It was nice to see an attractive female face and figure so far
from home, but I had no thoughts of getting to know her better. Deciding that
German beer and empty stomach make an unpleasant match, I went inside to eat
dinner and thought no more about her.

The next morning, after our “meeting”, we were free for the day. My
friends were going skin-diving, which didn’t interest me that day, so I
decided to explore a bit of the island by myself. I headed inland and quickly
left civilization behind. The terrain became hilly and the vegetation was
fairly dense; I had thoughts of Gilligan’s Island, and I naturally saw myself
in the role of the professor. “Now where’s that delicious little Mary Anne?”
I thought with a grin on my face and sweat rolling down my forehead. I was
really beginning to regret not having brought a canteen, and then I heard the
sound of flowing water up ahead. The foliage was very dense now and I had to
crawl on hands and knees to approach the source of the sound. As I crawled I
snagged my shirt on a branch, and when I stopped to free myself I looked ahead
toward the water. I was delighted to see a small waterfall cascading into a
crystal-clear pool the size of a small swimming pool. Lush ferns all around,
the sound of tropical birds in the trees, a nice rock to dive from… this was
simply Paradise! As I prepared to part the remaining branches and run to the
pool and dive in, clothes and all, a sound caught my ear and I stopped to find
its source. There beyond the rock, lying next to the pool in the briefest of
bikinis, was the same girl I’d seen on the patio the evening before! What a
coincidence! I hesitated, torn between the desire to stare and the feeling
that I was intruding and should leave without disturbing her privacy. For the
moment I simply stared… I was amazed at how good she looked with her long
hair unpinned and that gravity-defying bikini on. Even more striking was the
powerful sense of “rightness” about the setting. She really looked like she’d
been born just for this moment in this exact place. This added to my feeling
of being an intruder, so I resolved to leave. Just as I was turning my
hungering eyes away from her I saw her reach behind her and unfasten the
bikini top, and all my resolve melted in an instant.

The top fell away as she sat up, and I nearly sighed out loud when I saw
her breasts. It wasn’t their size but rather their shape: they were the most
beautiful I’d ever seen. About average size, but full and round with no trace
of sagging. As she moved they swayed gently like I imagined pears on a tree
would in a light breeze. I was sure these would taste better than any pear
I’d ever had! The nipples were light pink and fairly large, and my mouth
literally watered as I stared. I knew I should be a gentleman and leave immed-
iately, but my body didn’t seem to get the message. In fact, a certain part of
me showed clear indications of sticking around. It was sticking up more every
second.

What happened next almost stopped my heart: she reached up and cupped one
of those beauties in her hand… not firmly, as I might have at the moment,
but with an ultra-feminine gentleness that filled me with both lust and
wonder. It looked like she was cuddling a soft, fluffy kitten. It seemed as
though she was exploring herself for the very first time. She softly caressed
it for a while, and then moistened two fingers in the water and began to rub
the nipple delicately. Her head tilted back and a low sigh escaped her parted
lips. I imagined that it was my tongue rather than her fingers, and I could
almost taste her. At the same time I got a strong sensation that she was
imagining the exact same thing! Well, that was silly… we didn’t even know
each other. Still, a nice thought…

I watched this for several minutes, unaware that my heart rate and blood
pressure had taken a steep climb. I forgot about the surroundings, my job, my
ex-wife… the whole world was right here before my eyes. I was nearly in a
hypnotic state, though far from relaxed. My mouth hang so far open I probably
would have tripped over my moustache had I attempted to walk. My eyes tracked
every movement of her hands like radar! Suddenly she stood up and turned away,
momentarily breaking the spell. Her hands went to her waist, and I watched her
slowly work her bikini bottom down until it fell at her feet. She didn’t turn
around, which was okay with me because I got a long look at her lovely ass.
She was obviously not a nude sunbather because her tan stopped at the waist,
leaving her hips a striking white in contrast to her tanned back and legs.
I liked the effect of this, and was in no hurry at all for her to turn
around, though I was curious to see if she was a natural blonde. Her hips
were lush, probably too full for a modelling career (for which I was glad!),
and my hands clenched involuntarily in desire to caress this wonderful
treasure. Her legs parted, and I got a glimpse of golden fleece between them.
My erection throbbed painfully and I became aware of the sound of my own heart
beating in my ears. I’d never before been this excited!
While one hand petted her hips, her other slipped in front, and I realized
she was fingering herself. A loud moan reached my ears, and as she suddenly
turned toward me I shockingly realized that the groan was mine! I froze in
shame and terror as she stared right at me. I didn’t know if she could
actually see me through the plants but her reaction showed that she knew she’d
been watched. When she snatched up her towel to cover herself I panicked and
ran, my rapidly-shrinking erection not making my flight any easier.
As I crashed through the thick growth my mind was full of competing thoughts
of disgust with myself, sympathy for her embarassment, and my desire for this
exquisite woman. I hoped against reason that she had been unable to recognize
my face through the branches, and even feared I might lose my job. Then I
realized that she would be reluctant to report the incident, and I hadn’t
actually broken any laws. I certainly didn’t go there to spy on her! Still,
the knowledge that she would likely consider me a peeping Tom made me sad and
ashamed. Any chance I had of getting to know her was gone as surely as was my
hard-on.

The employees had dinner together on the patio that evening, and when I
eventually made eye contact with her she quickly averted her eyes and blushed.
Well, that settled the question of her recognizing me. She avoided looking
in my direction for the rest of the evening, so I took the opportunity to
watch her closely. Her innocent face and graceful movements reminded me of a
cat, and this brought on a vivid mental image of her cuddling and petting her
lovely breasts. I discretely “adjusted” myself as my penis began to protest
the tight confinement of my jeans. It obviously had a different sort of
tightness in mind.
As I watched her, I became aware that my interest was transcending lust for
her body. I felt a strong curiousity about the reason for her shyness and
aloofness, especially since I’d seen clear evidence of her passionate nature.
I’m a real cat lover, and had successfully kept custody of our two after the
divorce. I have always admired their grace and sensuality, and their ability
to act wholly disinterested and unresponsive to my playful overtures even
though their curious minds were racing. And when a cat decides it wants
affection, it casts its dignity aside and makes an absolute floozy of itself!
I wondered what sort of trauma had made her act the way she did, and I had a
brief romantic knight-in-shining-armor fantasy of being the one who soothed
and kissed away her pain and fear. Strange as it may seem, I believe I was
beginning to fall in love with her. This realization filled me with sadness
since I knew what she now thought of me. Was I really guilty of anything? I
didn’t intentionally spy on her, I hadn’t tried to rape her or anything…..
I just COULDN’T help myself from watching. I knew how weak this argument
sounded, and in despair I went back to my room convinced I’d never speak to
her again. In the shower I remembered her wet fingers on her erect nipple, and
I masturbated myself to orgasm. It didn’t take long, and did nothing to
relieve my frustration and guilt.

Two days later I returned to the pool. I knew she wouldn’t be there since
I left while she was still eating breakfast. I carried a towel and suntan
lotion and made sure she saw them when I left. I’m not sure if I was inviting
her or warning her away, but I knew she was aware of my destination. The late-
morning sun was very hot, and I again reached the pool soaked in sweat. This
time there were no distractions, and I dived right in without bothering to
remove my sweaty clothes. The water was cooler than I had expected and very
pleasant after my hot walk. I stood under the waterfall for a while and got a
great massage. “Ahhh…this is truly Paradise! What could possibly feel better
than this?”, I asked myself. Memories of my last visit to the pool filled my
mind, and I became sadly aware of exactly what would feel MUCH better than
this. “Not bloody likely!”, I muttered. She definitely didn’t seem the type to
be attracted to “peeping Toms”. The thought filled me with resentment… not
against her but against my own stupidity in not leaving while I still could
have. My mood spoiled, I left the water and decided to take a nap. As the sun
began to dry my clothes my shorts caused an unpleasant itch, so I stripped
naked and lay down on the towel next to the pool. I was asleep within minutes.

I was awakened by the sound of something moving in the bushes, and my
first drowsy thought was that some large, hungry animal was coming to visit.
My sleep-fogged mind churned out the conclusion that there were probably no
predators of the big-cat type in Tahiti, but I remembered lots of accounts of
sharp-tusked wild pigs. Just as I was about to spring up I heard a tentative
“hello”, and the branches parted to reveal the object of my desire. I grabbed
the first thing at hand, my t-shirt, and covered my naked crotch, though not
very thoroughly. I was embarassed about being caught nude, but also very
curious about why she had come when she knew I’d be here. I answered her
greeting as she approached the pool, and then waited to see what she’d say
next. An awkward silence ensued that seemed to last for hours. She finally sat
down on the rock about 5 feet away and stared intently at the pool. The
silence was almost physically painful, so I started to say something glib and
probably stupid. Instead, I heard myself apologizing and asking for her under-
standing and forgiveness. It must have been the right thing to say, because
she visibly relaxed and looked into my face. “My name’s Katrina, but please
call me Kitty”, she said in a soft voice. ” Kitty… now that’s appropriate.
I’m Roger, and I’m very glad to finally meet you. Sorry it’s been in such a
messy way”, I said. I immediately regretted the “appropriate” bit, but she
didn’t ask for clarification. “Yes, I knew your name already, Roger”…
oh, I liked the way my name sounded from her lips! A shiver of pleasure ran up
my spine, and I realized I was indeed falling for her. At the same time I felt
very uncomfortable sitting there with only a t-shirt covering my loins. I’d
have liked to get dressed, but I didn’t feel like asking her to turn her head,
and the whole thing seemed sort of silly since I’d seen nearly all of her
the other day.

The silence resumed, but was pleasant this time. She seemed to be deep in
thought,and I was afraid to ask why. Finally she asked why I thought “Kitty”
was an appropriate name for her, and I told her. I knew I was saying too much
and that I was making my longing for her clearer with every word, but I
couldn’t stop. ” I’m sorry, I’m getting carried away. I have no right to lay
this on you”, I said, sure that I’d scared her off. The thought that she must
have been similarly attracted to me (otherwise she’d not have come to the
pool) never even entered my mind. She said nothing for a long time, and
then chuckled “I thought you looked like a cat lover. Guess I was right”.
We laughed together at this and the tension lessened a bit more. Seizing the
moment, I asked her why she seemed so aloof at work. “Oh, that’s just a front
I put up to keep the guys away”. ” Well, it sure has worked, but why do you
want to do that?”, I asked. I thought it best not to mention that most of the
guys claimed she was gay. “Ummm…I’d rather not talk about it”, she said with
a deep sigh, and then I noticed tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. I
wanted badly to hug her and comfort her, but my t-shirt would have fallen off
and left me exposed. I didn’t want to think about sex while she was crying.
“Well, maybe I should tell you; I’ve had some bad experiences with men…
no, not rape or anything like that…in high school I was sort of plain
looking and shy, and the few boys I dated were only interested in sex. They
never wanted to know me as a person, and the closest they’d get to being
romantic was a few obligatory kisses before getting inside of me. They didn’t
care about my pleasure at all, and left me feeling frustrated and used. Then
in college my folks had a bad car wreck; my mother died and my Dad was an
invalid. Between caring for him and my school work I had no time for a social
life. He died soon after I graduated and began working, but the dates I’ve
had since then haven’t been much better than the ones in high school. When men
realize I don’t have much experience they seem to think they can forget about
pleasing me and just have their own good time. One guy even laughed at me
afterwards and called me “little miss priss”. That really hurt! I guess
men want girls who look and act like Playboy centerfolds. Ordinary women like
me are just temporary stop-overs in their search for Miss Whatever-the-month.
My hips are too big, my bust too small, nose not straight enough…. I just
don’t measure up, I guess”. At this she resumed crying, and I began to
cry myself. I could feel her pain; my high school years had been hard for
me, and the rejection of me by my wife had punched large holes in my self-
esteem. After a while I looked her in the eye and said “Maybe you just dated
the wrong guys. We’re not all like that… I’m certainly not that way”. She
returned my gaze for a moment, then looked shyly away and said “No, I didn’t
think you would be. That’s why I was so glad you came on this trip. I’ve
watched you for a long time but was always afraid to show any sign of
interest. I haven’t had a date in years, and I don’t know how to act with men
any more”.

Silence again. My mind raced with the implications of this. She wanted me! And
not just sexually! I could scarcely believe my ears. For the moment I had no
thought of sex; I was caught up in pure romance. Her next question put me back
in sex mode: “When you saw me….ummm…touching myself…were you shocked? I
must have looked so wicked. What did you think of me?”. She was unable to look
at me as she said this, and her lip trembled a bit. I considered my answer
for a while; “It was the most beautiful and arousing thing I’ve ever seen in
my life. You looked so natural, like you belong here. What were you
thinking?”.
“About you”, she said in a small voice. “I was imagining it was you touching
me. I couldn’t believe it when I saw you watching, and now I wish… I wish
you hadn’t left”. I remembered the sudden impression of my tongue on her hard
nipple and realized she had been thinking and feeling the same thing. A mental
video of the scene began playing in my head, only this time it was indeed me
that was giving her pleasure. A powerful stirring in my groin brought me back
to the present, and I looked down to see my excitement becoming quite visible
beneath the thin t-shirt. She followed my gaze, and gave a soft sigh when she
saw what was happening. “Am I the cause of that?”, she asked, a rhetorical
question if ever I heard one. We both stared as if hypnotized as my cock
became fully erect and the head slowly appeared above the t-shirt edge. I in-
stinctively started to cover myself, but she said “No, please… I’ve never
really seen one in the light, and never this big”. Now I’m no John Holmes, so
she was either very naive or a clever flatterer. At any rate, I liked the
sound of it, and I slowly pulled the t-shirt away. Her new-found boldness
encouraged me, too, so I said “Why don’t you take a closer look, then?”. She
sat down beside me, staring all the more at my rigid pole. “Isn’t that uncom-
fortable?”, she asked with a smile. “Well, there are ways to make it go away.
They take a little time and effort, but I think I can promise you’ll find them
well worth it”, I said with only half a smile. I could see her nipples also
becoming erect through the thin material of her bikini, and I imagined that
she was getting a little wet.

Her hair was in a ponytail, and I made our first contact by undoing it and
smoothing it out until her hair looked the way it had before. Not wanting to
rush things, I gently turned her away from me and began to massage her neck
and shoulders gently. “Mmmmm…I like that” was all she said, but her sighs
encouraged me to proceed. I lay her face-down on the towel and began to give
her a good backrub, something my ex-wife claimed I was the absolute champ at.
I used a mixture of firm kneading and soft caress, a tactic I knew was highly
effective in relaxing muscles while building sexual tension. Her wonderful
breasts were hidden from view, but I feasted my eyes on her ass, the one she
claimed was too big. My rubbing gradually approached her hips, but I made both
of us wait for that. I’d get almost there and then wander elsewhere. After
a few times of this she began to moan softly and wiggle her rear everytime
my hands approached. Still I waited; we had all day.
“You’re a tease!” she breathed, and I answered that I was also teasing myself.
Finally I slid my hands under the bikini bottoms and slowly pulled them down
as she raised her hips to assist me. Her lovely ass was fully exposed to my
eyes and hands. I enjoyed the sight for a moment, and noticed a hint of her
natural scent. My head began to swim as I softly caressed each firm cheek.
No pretense of massage remained as I bent down to kiss the gorgeous globes.
My tongue traced a slow line along the juncture of hip and thigh and she
squirmed. As I neared the cleft she groaned and tried to turn over to give me
better access. “No, no…not yet”, I said as I continued my oral caresses. I
worked my way down her inner thigh until it began to tickle, and then reversed
course until I was at the back of her neck. Her hands came around and
unfastened the top, and I took advantage of this by licking my way down
from her shoulder blade to the side of her breast, again preventing her from
turning over. Quite a bit of her breast was accessable though the nipple was
buried in the towel. I licked and kissed what I could reach, and she began
to wiggle her rear with impatience. I responded by laying full-length on top of
her with my hard cock nestled between her cheeks. My hands probed under her
until they found her full breasts, and I alternated between kissing her neck
and nibbling her ear. She really began to squirm and moan at that, and I
enjoyed the friction of her cheeks against my cock. “Better be careful”, I
thought to myself. “One slip and I’d be inside her, and it’s too soon”.

I rolled over on my back, taking her with me and turning her around to face
me. We had our first kiss as she lay on me, and the feel of her warm tits
rubbing on my chest was the stuff of dreams. I felt my penis slip between her
legs and press into her pubic hair, another dangerous situation. I rubbed my
hard cock against her lips and clit a few times, and was rewarded by a groan
full of expectation. “No, not yet”, I said, but it took all my resolve to get
off of her instead of taking her right then. She made a sound of frustration,
but my eager kisses put a stop to that. My hands cupped her breasts as we
kissed, and they felt just as good as I had imagined. I had to taste them now!
I kissed and licked my way down her face and neck, and she groaned loudly
when she saw my destination. Her nipple jutted out so firmly it reminded me of
my turgid cock. I approached it the same way I had her ass, teasing my way
closer and closer. It became a playful game between us…so close but not
quite there…my tongue covered her entire breast in its rambling but never
reached the tantalizing center. When I finally did take it into my lips she
arched her back with a deep sigh and began to caress the back of my head. I
rolled the firm berry between my lips, lightly caressing it with my tongue.
When I took it gently between my teeth and lightly tugged she cupped her
other breast in her hand and began to pet it too. Not wanting to let it feel
ignored, I kissed and sucked it too while she held it for me. This was one of
the most erotic scenes I could imagine. I looked into her eyes and saw the
same love there that I was feeling for her, and we kissed again, much more
sweetly and tenderly this time.

My tongue resumed its journey as I slowly worked my way down her body.
She gasped and squirmed when I probed her navel, both because it tickled and
because she knew where I’d go next. When I reached the first few golden hairs
I took them between my teeth and pulled lightly. She giggled at this, but when
I moved a little lower she suddenly tensed. “You don’t have to do that”, she
said. Her tone of voice made it clear that she was afraid I was going to do
an unpleasant duty. “Oh, but I WANT to! Don’t you like it?”, I asked as I
grazed a little lower. “I don’t know. It’s only happened in my dreams”, she
sighed. “I’m afraid you’ll think it’s gross or something”. “Far from it”, I
answered as I looked at her pussy for the first time. Sparse, downy blonde
bush, with small, coral-pink lips. Like the rest of her, it looked “delicate”.
Her womanly scent and the wetness of her lips and surrounding hair was further
proof of her arousal. “You’re beautiful”, I said, as I worked my tongue down
along the side of her lips, avoiding her clitoris for now. Finally I put my
tongue between her lips directly over her vagina. Slowly I worked my way
upward, tongue flicking back and forth. I ran my hands under her ass and
craddled each full cheek, and as I neared her clit I could feel her muscles
tense in anticipation. She was sighing softly, but as I reached her clit and
began to lightly lap at it she began to moan. “Oh, yessss…that’s so good….
even better than I dreamed!”. Her hands went again to the back of my head,
pulling me closer to the source of her pleasure. Ever the tease, I left her
clit and descended again to her opening. My fingers spread her lips as I
speared my tongue as deeply as I could. So tight! I didn’t know how I was
going to manage getting my cock in, but I was certainly looking forward to
finding out! A finger replaced my tongue as I headed back to her clitoris.
I began to lick her in earnest as my finger slowly stroked her vagina. Her
flow increased, and my cheeks and chin were soon wet with it. She needn’t have
worried that I’d find it “gross”: she tasted wonderful!

My tongue went into high gear, and it wasn’t long before she showed signs
of approaching orgasm. “Ummm…don’t stop…I think I’m going to…yesss…I’m
… ohhh…I’ve never… ahhh…”; this and other incoherent cries reached my
ears as I urged her closer and closer. I reached up and cupped a breast, and
looked her in the face as she went over the edge. Her expression of delight
and surprise were something to see, making my hard cock pulse in pure lust.
Again she reached for her other breast, this time making a vain attempt to
suck her own nipple as she came. I almost came myself at the sight of her!
Her vagina spasmed firmly around my finger as we rode out her climax together.
I licked and softly kissed her lips as she slowly released the tension in her
back and legs; I knew she’d be too sensitive for me to continue stimulating
her clit. My consideration for her overrode the impulse to bury my straining
penis in her, so I lay next to her and hugged her tightly as she relaxed.

“That was…you were… fantastic!! I’ve never come before with anyone
else, only… my fingers. Your tongue felt so good!!”, she breathed. “Nobody
else ever cared enough about my pleasure to do anything like that. Thank you
for caring about me”. “No, don’t thank me; believe me when I say `was my plea-
sure’!”, I said, and followed it with a loving kiss. She made a sound in her
throat that almost sounded like a purr. She reached out and tentatively
stroked my cock, which responded with a twitch. “I think it likes you”, I
said with a grin and a not-so-subtle hint that she get to know it better.
“Mmmm… and I like it!! But it looks so cold and lonely.”, she responded. We
both grinned at that, considering the tropical heat. “Well, where could we
warm it up?”, I asked. Her answer was nonverbal as she slowly kissed her way
down my chest. She was more merciful than I, and didn’t torment me for long.
Her hand cupped my scrotum as her soft tongue began winding its way up my
shaft. The touch of wet tongue on rigid, almost-achingly hard penis was like
ice and fire, and I waited with held breath as she approached the head. She
licked the ultra-sensitive spot just below the head, and then slowly took me
between her lips. I thought I’d die right then! The sight of her innocent face
engulfing my cock, her lips sliding up and down, and the feel of her velvety
mouth on my glans was more exciting than anything I’d ever known! About 90
seconds of this was all I could take; I had a better place to deposit my load
in mind. I pulled myself slowly from her lips, and she gave me a knowing look
as my penis left her mouth. “I’ve never done that before, either. Did I do
okay?”. She knew full well she did better than okay! “You must be a natural!”,
I said as I pulled her to me for a kiss. “No, I think it’s because I love
you”. It didn’t immediately register with me that she’d said that. I was
looking at my wet cock and thinking it was about to get even wetter. When her
words finally hit me they were like a drug. “Did you say you love me?”, I
asked in disbelief. “Yes, I do. I know it seems too soon, but I’ve been
thinking about you for a long time now. I hope I haven’t scared you away”. She
couldn’t look me in the eye, and I realized she was afraid I’d reject her. My
heart swelled with feelings of protectiveness and love, and I hugged and
kissed away all her doubts and fears. A tear of joy rolled down her cheek, and
I licked it away tenderly.

All this time my cock was poking her in the bellybutton, demanding
attention. “Yeah, love is fine”, it seemed to say “but *I* need relief. Now!”
“Poor thing…it looks cold again. I have just the place for it”, she purred
as she straddled my waist. “This is it!”, I thought as she guided my throbbing
penis to her wet entrance. She looked me in the eyes as she slowly settled
down, my cock slipping deliciously into the tightest, smoothest pussy I’d ever
been in. About half-way down she stopped and began slowly to lift off. We both
sighed as my cock came all the way out. “I just wanted to do that again!” she
breathed as she slid back down, this time all the way. I watched her face
contort in pleasure as she began to slowly work me in and out. I couldn’t
believe how velvety soft and moist she was! She fit me like the tightest glove
but the friction was smooth and almost liquidy. As she speeded up I realized
I couldn’t take much more of this and I regretted that I wouldn’t last long
enough for her to come again. It just felt too good to resist! As I felt the
urge to come grow, I was surprised to hear her gasp “Ohhh! I’m gonna come
again!! It’s sooooo good!!”. I pulled her down so I could suck her nipples,
and as I took one in my mouth she cried out as her climax seized her.
Amazingly, I was able to hold off from coming myself as she rode me while her
vagina clenched and massaged my cock with her orgasmic contractions. Her
back arched so hard I feared she’d break her spine. Finally she slumped
forward in release, kissing me between ragged breaths. She knew I hadn’t come,
so she made little grinding motions to keep me “interested” while she caught
her breath. Boy, was I ever interested!

After a few minutes (which seemed like forever!) I rolled her over on her
back and looked down at her. Most men would probably consider her “cute”
rather than pretty, but to me she was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Hair wild, face red, body wet with our sweat… she was adorable! Her woman
scent was much stronger now, and her pussy looked much redder and fuller. I
couldn’t resist going down on her again; her clit was even more sensitive now,
and it didn’t take long to work her up again. I was going to make her come
again, but she firmly pulled me up, saying “It’s your turn now!”. I didn’t
argue with her; I lifted her legs until her ankles rested on my shoulders and
began to rub the head of my cock against her lips. We both groaned as it
parted her and slid inside. The initial entry always feels so good…I had to
pull out several times just to do it again. I looked down and watched myself
stroke in and out slowly. I was teasing myself this time, trying to prolong
our coupling, though the fire building inside me made it plain that I couldn’t
delay much longer. I pulled almost clear out and made shallow strokes, so that
only the head penetrated her. The sight of her lips caressing the head as it
withdrew, as though they were trying to pull it back in again, was like a wet
dream. I slowly ran it all the way in, using my muscle control to make it
twitch inside her. She answered by contracting her pussy around me, and I lost
the will to tease any longer. I began to build up speed and depth until we
could hear the wet, sucking sound of our friction. “I want you to come for me,
to come IN me. Fill me up with it!”, she cried. I increased my efforts to do
just that. Her vagina was like a living milking machine, thirsting and drawing
my come. It felt so damn good to be inside her that I wanted it to never end.
End it would, and soon! The pressure built until I felt like a boiler ready to
explode! I knew I’d shoot into her like a firehose, and I wondered briefly
whether she’d be able to feel the come eruption.

“Do it, my darling! Come inside me! I want it to flood me! Oh…yes…give
it to me now!”. A few more powerful thrusts and she began to come. “Uhhh…
Uhhh…yes…kiss me, darling, while we come! Oh! Oh!”. We kissed passionately
as her third climax overtook her. The contractions of her vagina sent me over
the edge, and I buried my cock as deeply as possible in her while the come
exploded out of me like flaming liquid bullets. “Yes, yes!! I feel it! It’s so
hot!” she said between kisses. I groaned as each spurt of come burned its way
through my shaft and into her eager pussy. No climax I’d ever had had been so
intense or lasted so long! It felt like every drop of fluid in my entire body
was being emptied into her. Her vagina continued to gently milk my penis, and
I realized she too was still coming. I couldn’t believe how good our timing
had been and how long our climaxes were lasting. Our spasms finally stopped
and we sighed together in release and contentment.

I was so tired I had to rest my weight on top of her, but she didn’t seem
to mind at all. As we rested and regained our breath we exchanged tender
kisses. “That was wonderful! I’m sorry this couldn’t have happened sooner. So
much wasted time!”, she whispered. I kissed her again and said, “Well, we’ll
just have to make up for lost time”. “Ummm, yeah…lots of making up!”, she
answered with a smile filled with promise.

He wondered how he might be able to broach the topic with
Peggy without offending her. Their regular sex life was rather
exciting. They fucked often and with a fervor. She was a fox. Her
height was about 5′3″ and she weighed about 120 pounds. She had
great tits that filled a 34 C bra without trouble. With a rather
small waste, she sported the lovely undulating pair of buttocks
that rippled so nicely when she walked. Needless to say, Jim’s
mind worked overtime when it came to his libido.

Jim tried some of the traditional approaches like attending
X-Rated movies and playing touch and go with some of their
friends. She never found any of his friends exciting enough to
respond or say anything that would suggest she wanted to fuck any
of them. Then one day she returned home after working the after-
noon shift at a local assembly plant. She indicated that Ray, a
guy that worked on her line, was teasing her about her jeans
being too tight. She asked Jim if he thought that Ray was right.
Jim indicated that Ray probably was just admiring her and was
likely hitting on her. Much to Jim’s surprise she showed a big
smile and said that if that were the case, that would be nice.

Jim questioned her as to whether that excited her. She
responded that she was married and didn’t allow herself to think
about it. He assured her that it wouldn’t bother him if she got
excited about another man being interested in her. She seemed
surprised and wondered aloud if that wouldn’t make Jim jealous.
Jim reassured her that he would be a little jealous, but told her
that it excited him to hear that other men found her sexually ap-
pealing. That pretty much started their dialog about threesomes
and open marriages.

Jim had a few short-termed affairs in the first several
years of marriage, but he was never able to convince Peggy that
she should feel free to try some strange cock. Peggy had the
chance to interact with Ray on several occasions at work. It all
seemed relatively innocent but exciting. He would make the oppor-
tunity to spend more time in her area. Now and then he would
brush up against her ample breasts or “accidentally” bump into
her and make sure that his thick young cock pressed against her
hot ass. At first she thought that these were just coincidental
movements. As time went on, she noticed that his “accidents” were
accompanied by delays. He would time his efforts so he could
touch Peggy’s heavy breasts in passing or linger when his penis
was in close proximity to her tight fanny. He would frequently
make sexual references about her nipples showing through her
clothes or the tightness of her clothing. It was becoming more
and more exciting. Peggy began to want Ray. She wanted to see the
difference between his cock and Jims. She wanted to feel his lips
on her swollen nipples; his strong hands on her naked buttocks.

One day, while Peggy was at work, she decided to meet Ray
after work and see what developed. He had asked her several times
to stop and have a drink with him, but she always made up some
excuse not to meet him. When she had mentioned to Jim that she
would like to stop with him after work, Jim casually responded by
saying that it would be fine with him. He didn’t want to show too
much excitement for fear of scarring Peggy off.

Jim’s cock was harder than nineteen dollars worth of jaw
breakers the entire evening. His mind wandered and he was sure
that Peggy would come home and tell him this wonderful story
about Ray fucking her brains out. He envisioned Ray undressing
her; lifting her heavy breasts and pouting nipples to his mouth;
squeezing her taunt buttocks as he drove his huge cock into her
honey pot. Both she and Jim were disappointed when Ray did meet
with her after work, and he was so high on some drug that she be-
came frightened and left. She decided never to see Ray again.

On another occasion, Peggy announced to Jim that Marty, an
old high school friend of theirs, would be in town the following
week. Marty was a close friend of her brother and had spent quite
a bit of time at her home when she was a school girl. As the con-
versation developed, Peggy shared with Jim that she had always
had a crush on Marty. He was an extremely good looking man, very
sophisticated and always treated Peggy very affectionately. Jim
once again got his hopes up. He wanted Peggy to experience more
in life. He suggested that when Marty came into town she should
consider going out with Marty and her brother for old time’s
sake. He didn’t want to go himself because he always seemed to
intimidate most people that he went to school with because of his
muscular appearance. He decided that he would have a convenient
excuse when the time came.

The time did come and Peggy had accepted an invitation to go
out with her brother and Marty to a local dance lounge. Jim
hadn’t seen her primp like this in a long time. She entered the
living room to ask for his comments or approval. Jim was pleased
by what he saw. She wore a lovely white sweater which accentuated
her beautiful breasts and a pair of yellow slacks that framed her
smooth, undulating buttocks. Jim indicated that he had a great
deal of work to catch up on for a meeting on Monday. Soon a horn
sounded in the driveway. It was Peggy’s brother Tim. Peggy gave
Jim a kiss and hurried to the waiting car.

Fantasies of the potential experiences permeated Jim’s
thoughts. If Peggy and Marty could only have a little time alone,
he was sure that she would be able to break fear’s icy grip and
experience something new. Jim could feel his cock develop girth
and length as his thoughts drove wildly to the moments he wished
for Peggy. He would have to wait to see the expression on Peggy’s
face when she returned. This would tell him if anything wonderful
happened.

Jim waited as long as he could and fell asleep in a chair as
he read. He had difficulty comprehending much of what was occur-
ring in his novel because his thoughts continued to return to
Peggy and Marty. Awakened by the sound of the door opening, Jim
stirred in his chair. He could hear Peggy kicking off her shoes
and fumbling around in the dining room. Soon she entered the
living room and was surprised to see Jim awake. She apologized
for being so late. Jim noticed that her clothing was a bit
disheveled. Her sweater was slightly twisted and one leg of her
slacks appeared to have an extra crease or two. A distorted
little smile came over Peggy’s face as she noticed Jim checking
her out. “Yes, I had a good time honey,” she stated with a little
chuckle.

“Well, how good?” Jim inquired as he tried to wipe the sleep
out of his eyes. Peggy chuckled again as she pulled her sweater
off on her way to the bedroom. Jim extracted himself from his
chair and followed Peggy waiting for additional information. “Do
you want a glass of wine honey?” Jim asked as he turned out the
living room lights.

“If you’ll have one with me. I’m going to jump into the
shower. I’ll be right out,” Peggy seemed to be avoiding Jim’s
eyes. Jim poured two glasses of white wine and headed for the
bedroom. He could hear the shower water running and approached
the bathroom. The door was partially open, and in the large mir-
ror he could see Peggy through the frosted glass panel. Her hands
were roaming her lovely body. He couldn’t help but to watch her
hands traveling from her bounteous breasts, down her stomach to
her delta of pubic hair. He felt his cock begin to stir once
again. Jim returned to the bedroom and placed Peggy’s wine on the
night stand. Removing his clothing, he reached for his pajamas
and put on the bottoms. He lit a cigarette, took a long drag and
sipped his wine before reclining on the fresh sheets.

Peggy soon appeared in the doorway wiping the remaining
droplets of water from her soft, pink skin. After a lot of small
talk about where they went and what they did, Peggy could see
that Jim was fishing for details. He was anxious to hear if Peggy
was able to broaden her horizons. “Did you have a chance to spend
any time with Marty alone?” Jim finally asked.

“Tim begged off and Marty took me to breakfast and then
drove me home. You know, I never know quite how to take you Jim.
I know you have told me time and time again that you don’t mind
if I have an affair, but sometimes I think you’re just trying to
see if I would cheat on you,” Peggy commented.

“It can’t be cheating if I approve, now can it?” Jim
returned. “I would like to see you do something a little risky.
Every time we talk about it we both get so damn excited. What can
be wrong with that?”

“We danced. Marty and I danced several slow dances, and it
was exciting as hell. That’s one of the reasons I had to take a
shower. I was soaking wet Jim,” Peggy confessed.

“Oh honey, tell me all about it. I want to get excited
myself. I’m already excited for you. Please, tell me everything;
every time he touched you. Tell me how excited you were,” said
Jim.

“It was wonderful honey. He is better looking today than he
was when we were kids. He asked me to dance early in the night. I
got excited just thinking about being held by him. He held me
closely, and I could feel my nipples getting hard as my breasts
were crushed against his chest. Every now and then, as we danced,
he put his hand on my ass and just petted it. When he did that I
could feel myself uncontrollably pressing my pussy against him,”
Peggy offered as she replaced Jim’s hand on his cock with her
own. “Jim your cock hasn’t been this hard in a long time.

“When I pressed my pussy against him, I could feel his dick
getting harder. He pulled back from me, looked down at my breasts
and then back into my eyes. He got the most devilish smile on his
face. Then he pressed his cock into my belly even harder. I
wanted to come right there. We danced several times after that
and each time his rod seemed to get harder. I was thinking about
putting it in my mouth and sitting on it. My brother suggested
that we remember that I was married and we were in public. I
decided to take the edge off somewhat by behaving and not fucking
Marty right there in front of everyone. Tim suggested that it was
late and we should leave. Marty called him a party-pooper and
asked him to stick around for a while. Tim insisted that he had
to get up early so Marty offered to drop me off. We had a lot to
talk about over breakfast, but the ride home was frightfully
quiet.

“Did you at least get a chance to give him a decent kiss
good-night?” Jim inquired with a smile.

“We have been out in the driveway for the last two hours
Jim. It was one of the hottest times that I can remember. When we
got here he told me that this night was one of the most enjoyable
nights that he had in a long time. He also told me that he en-
joyed holding me while we were dancing, and that he had always
wanted to hold me like that. Then he reached over and kissed me.
My head was spinning. It wasn’t too long before his hands were
under my sweater. He gently cupped my breasts and then unsnapped
my bra. He lifted my sweater and began sucking on my nipples. I
thought my head would explode.

“Jim; I touched another man’s cock. I unzipped his pants,
and I touched his cock,” Peggy said cautiously as she watched Jim
for a response. Jim grabbed her and began to squeeze her large
pink-nippled breasts. His tongue dove into her mouth, and he
began rubbing his thick rod against the soft skin of her hip.
This took much of the fear out of Peggy. She continued to tell
Jim about the feel of another man’s cock; the fluid that was
leaking out of the head of his raging penis; the weight of his
hairy balls. She went on to say that Marty had slipped his hand
down inside of her slacks and touched her thickly covered pussy;
the way he moved his hands through her wet cavern; first one
finger; then another; finally three fingers searching inside of
her hot, wet love hole.

“Did you suck his cock?” Jim whispered, with eyes closed, as
Peggy’s hand continued to travel over his gigantic shaft.

“No honey. I got scarred. I finally stopped him and told him
that I didn’t know if I was ready. I knew I was ready, but I
didn’t want to take the chance that you would be upset. I also
knew that this fuckn’ mammy-jammer cock of yours was sitting here
waiting for me if I needed it. I explained to Marty that I did
want him to fuck me, and that I did want to suck his cock. I told
him that one day we would probably be able to get together, but I
just needed time.

“Well you can see that I am not upset with you. I would have
loved to see his wet bone sliding in and out of your greasy hole.
Now that you know that, please feel comfortable with doing what
you want to do. I just want you to be happy and hot,” Jim
breathed into her ear.

“I did get to see him come Jim. He asked me if I would mind
if he got off so his balls wouldn’t blow up. I just smiled and
nodded my head. I kissed him while he stroked his cock and played
with my titties. He started to tense up, and I moved back to
watch. His cock went off, and thick gobs of come shot out hitting
the dash board. It was great to see that someone wanted me so
badly that their cock fluid was spilt so freely. Christ, what a
turn on. One day I would like to fuck him Jim. I just needed to
see your reaction to what has occurred already. I would even like
you to be able to watch it.

Peggy and Jim fucked until the sun came up. The next night
and several thereafter, Jim asked Peggy to tell him the story
again. Each time she told it was like the first. Each time they
made love afterward was better.

Jim began answering ads in swinger’s magazines in hopes that
he could convince Peggy to meet with other couples. She was
afraid and declined. Jim didn’t let that stop him. He met with
several couples over the next couple of years. Periodically, he
would share some of his adventures with Peggy, and their sex was
great due to the heightened libidos that result from such ac-
tivity. Year after year Jim would try new ways to lure Peggy into
experimenting with other men. Jim had to find another way.

Hypnosis was always a hobby of Jim. He was somewhat of a in-
tellectual and enjoyed reading about such things. He read every-
thing that he could get his hands on about hypnosis. As a result
of his job, he was enabled to attend several seminars on clinical
hypnosis. He got rather good at induction techniques, and Peggy
agreed to be one of his subjects. This began by simple experi-
ments like temperature control of the body, relaxation techniques
and similar approaches. Then one day, Jim decided to take hyp-
nosis to the bedroom. He gave Peggy the suggestion that she was
lying on a warm beach. The gulls were crying, the waves were
caressing the shoreline and the sun was licking her lovely, nude
body.

He watched her as she lay on the bed. Her lovely pink
nipples became hard and reached for the mind-orchestrated sun.
Her legs opened to receive that warmth on her hair-covered pussy.
She was told to enjoy herself and not to concern herself about
anything as there was no one around and she had her “island” to
herself. Jim assured her that she could enjoy herself, and that
he would wake her after an enjoyable time in the sun. Jim con-
tinued to watch, his thick cock becoming harder and longer than
he ever remembered. His mind was working overtime as well. As he
watcher her turn over to permit the rays of the hot sun on her
soft, firm buttocks, his mind began to wonder about what other
“miracles” could be accomplished through hypnosis.

That night ended in Jim having three climaxes. One occurred
while he watched Peggy masturbate while lying on the secluded
beach. He didn’t even touch his straining penis. As his eyes
caressed Peggy’s wriggling body, his cock began to erupt into one
of the most wonderful climaxes in memory. He buried his blood-
engorged penis in his wife’s waiting cunt two times that night.
Each time he came was like the first. He had found one of the
most exciting approaches to sex he had ever dreamed of. When he
woke Peggy, he offered her a post hypnotic suggestion that she
would be well rested and remember everything.

About a week went by. Jim continued to analyze his “new sex
tool” and try to think of other exciting uses. The following
Friday night, he planned to take Peggy on her first experimental
strange experience. They watched TV for a couple of hours after
they got home from work. He tried to think of things to talk
about that would put her in the right frame of mind for sex, and
his mind was put to the task of how he would introduce this
sleep-affair. Soon it was late enough that he could suggest they
go to bed. Teeth were brushed, PJ’s were donned and they took
their respective places in bed. He had established a post hyp-
notic suggestion to reduce the time required to put her into a
trance. He merely had to snap his fingers twice.

As they settled in, he looked at her in the eyes and snapped
his fingers, telling her to sleep deeply. Her eyes closed, and
Jim could see her body begin to melt into a deep relaxation. He
indicated to her that she was in a large hotel in Florida and
that she had made an appointment for a body massage. She would
find herself in the massage room at the hotel. She was advised to
open her eyes, remove her clothing and place a towel over herself
when Jim snapped his fingers once. He further indicated to Peggy
that an attractive man would come through the door and it was his
job to give her a full body massage. Jim snapped his fingers and
left the room.

Jim was shaking as he peered through the crack he con-
veniently left in the almost closed door. He saw Peggy get out of
the bed, remove the top of her night clothes. Her breasts looked
glorious and he wished that another man could see their heavy
bounce and her pouting pink nipples. She laid the top aside. Her
thumbs were placed inside the waistband of her bottoms, and she
slid them down over her soft buttocks. Jim’s cock was already
rock-hard. Peggy laid down on the bed and pulled a towel over
herself in a modest fashion, waiting for the man who would give
her a massage. Jim could only wonder what was going through her
head.

He entered the room sheepishly, towel over his arm and a
slight smile on his face. He said hello to Peggy, and she shyly
returned his smile and said hello. Jim asked her if she was ready
for her massage, and she said that she was. He asked her if she
liked it soft or hard. She responded by telling him to use his
own discretion. Jim asked her to turn over on her belly. She did
so as he held the towel in place. He turned the towel down a
couple of turns and placed baby oil on her upper back. As his
hands began to work the oil into her tense body, he felt as
though he was touching a strange body. His cock continued to
strain and he could feel the preparatory fluids seep from the
head of his hard cock. Peggy’s moans told Jim that she was get-
ting a great deal of satisfaction out of his efforts.

More and more the towel was lowered. He could see the swell
of the sides of her ample breasts as she held her hair out of the
way of the baby oil. Her moans continued as his hands moved lower
and lower down her back. Soon the towel was moved down to expose
half of her buttocks. His hands ventured onto these beautiful
mounds of flesh, and his mind spoke to him of the “strange” body
that he was touching. As his hands began to massage this new
flesh without objection, he reached for more oil. The oil ran
down into the cleft between these glorious mounds. His hand
quickly reached to capture the oil to work it into this bouncing
flesh. Peggy’s moans began to increase in volume.

Jim put oil on the backs of her thighs and massaged this in.
With each swipe of his hand he moved closer and closer to the
heated area between her legs. Her hips raised each time his hands
approached her hot cunt. Finally, Jim dipped down into this area,
and his slippery hand touched the oil drenched lips of her cunt.
With this, Peggy pressed her face into the pillow and pressed her
pussy against Jim’s wet hand. For fear of scarring her with this
new experience, he moved his hand back to her buttocks to con-
tinue his assault. After a short time, he instructed her to turn
over. This was the test. There would be a “strange man” looking
into her face.

Peggy turned over but kept her eyes closed as Jim held the
towel in place for her. She again placed her arms over her head
and had a peaceful look on her face. By this time Jim’s pants
were wet from his preparatory emissions. He rolled down the towel
to expose Peggy’s heavy breasts. Her juicy nipples remained hard
and pert. Jim poured oil in the valley between her large breasts.
Before it would flow off her body, his hands were on the lovely,
spongy tits. He slowly began to manipulate the firm breasts.
Peggy’s eyes snapped open and looked at Jim. He gave her a slight
smile and returned his gaze to the moving tits. She could not
restrain her pleasure. Her moans escaped her lips in soft tones
as her breathing began to shorten. Jim’s hands lingered over her
thick nipples as his thumbs and forefingers gently pinched and
manipulated these love zones.

Peggy began grinding her hot ass into the sheets and strain-
ing her breasts higher and higher. Jim put oil now on her belly
and began gently rubbing it in. His eyes were blessed as he saw
the oil run down her belly into the fluffy pubic hair covering
her already greasy slit. One hand continued working her breasts
as the other moved down to her mound. He dipped periodically to
her clit with the palm of his hand. At this, a loud moan escaped
her lips as she reached for his hand and held it to her swollen
pussy. Her eyes remained closed.

Jim allowed a finger to slip inside of her hot cunt, and he
could feel this tunnel tighten on his single finger. He worked it
around and deeper into her love hole while his other hand
remained on her heaving tits. She in turn grabbed her other
breast and started to manipulate its stiff nipple. With this as-
surance, Jim reached forward and placed his lips on the nipple he
had been pinching. Her body jumped and her hands grabbed his head
to insure against him moving it away. Jim put two more fingers
inside of Peggy’s swollen cunt and began to pump it as he manipu-
lated her clit with his thumb. She began to climax and her body
shook with convulsion after convulsion. After what seemed like
five minutes, Peggy’s body came to rest. With her eyes open she
looked at this “strange man” and offered her thanks.

Jim decided not to take it too far the first time. He washed
the oil from Peggy’s body and toweled her off. He again put her
to sleep and left her with another post hypnotic suggestion to
awaken feeling well rested and remember everything as a wonderful
dream. The possibilities for the next adventure began to roll
around in Jim’s head almost immediately. What was next? I think
you’ll be delighted to see.

Part 2

I dropped my p.j.’s on the floor and stepped into the panties. Of course
they didn’t belong to “a friend”. Of course they were mine. And Rod knew
it. I untied and re-tied the three little red bows that decorated the crotch
of the panties.
Seeking to delay my return to the bedroom I pulled a brush across my hair
and rolled some deoderant up into my smooth, shaven armpits. In anticipation
of…, of something, I gargled. For a long moment I stood and looked in the
mirror, pirouetting on my toes. They did look good on me. Reassured, for
the moment, I turned and re-entered the bedroom.
Rod had his back to me, looking out the window. He turned as I entered.
“Well, they seem to fit you quite nicely,” he said. “Do they really
belong to a friend?”
“No, they’re mine,” I said quietly. As he stepped forward into the light
I could see that he was naked except for a black, g-string like pouch.
“I thought so,” he admitted. “I don’t think that’s anything to be put off
about. You like to wear them, don’t you. You must feel good in them, so why
not wear them?”
I did not answer. I sat down, stiffly, on the edge of the bed.
“I, I don’t know what’s going to happen,” I admitted.
“Relax,” he said, strolling to the bedstand and turning the radio on low.
“Are you feeling tense?”
“Yes, sort of…., I just don’t know what’s happening and,”
“Shhhhh,” he said in a long, quiet exhalation. “Lie down on your stomach.
Do you have any lotion?”
I motioned toward the top of the bureau, then complied, lying down on top
of the comforter. “Let me see if I can rub you the right way,” he joked,
clambering on to the far end of the bed and bouncing up, over, astride my
legs.
He arranged my hands above my head, crossing the wrists, one on top of
another. I shivered as his hand touched the inside of my thigh, rearranging
my legs so that he straddled but one of them.
I could feel his body heat. One hand touched the top of my shoulder, then
another. He dribbled lotion across the back of my neck and began to knead the
tight coils of muscle there.
The effect was immediate. It was relaxing but I wasn’t getting very
relaxed. His fingers probed and pushed and pulled at me.
“Imagine you’re on the beach and the sun is baking you,” he murmured. I
tried, for a few moments I succeeded, then the vision slipped away as his
hands traced down my back. His palms rested on the pink silk that clung to
my cheeks.
“You’ve got a nice body,Jo,” he said, almost as an aside. “Does this feel
good,” he inquired as he kneaded my behind. “Oh yes,” I was surprised by how
quick and honest my response was.
“I like making people feel good,” he said. “Roll over on your side.”
I did as I was told and he moved around behind me. We were spoons again.
He handed me the lotion. “Put some of this on my hand,” he directed as his
arm snaked under mine and he inched closer. I could feel his breath on the
back of my neck.
I poured a dollop of the lotion into his palm and he immediately applied
it to my stomach. I recoiled at the feel of the cool lotion, backing into
Rod. I could feel his penis against the small of my back. He was rigid. As
his hand lazily rubbed around and around my stomach and ribcage he applied
more pressure, pulling me closer to him.
I leaned forward but stopped short when his fingers captured one of my
nipples and tweaked it firmly. “Rod, I don’t know…”
He cut me short. “You don’t need to know right now. You don’t need to
think. You don’t need to talk. I want to make you feel good. Just let me
do that, Joey, ok?”
Somewhere, some part of me wanted to resist but then there was that
undeniable stirring in that region between my asshole and my belly button.
I was excited. I squirmed.
Rod’s hand disappeared from my view for a moment and he wriggled around a
bit behind me. Now I could feel his penis, bare flesh, stiff, warm, pressing
against my legs. I got brave and said, “Are you getting a little, er,
excited, Rod?”
“Yes, darling.”
I got un-brave in an instant. He said darling.
“I lied to you a minute ago, I don’t just want to make you feel good, I
want to make love to you, Joey. How does that sit with you?” I was quiet
for a long, long minute. “If you don’t say anything I’ll assume that means
it’s perfectly okay with you if we make love and I treat you like the
desireable creature that you are,” he said quietly. His voice was lower even
than the radio that murmured and gurgled across the room. My heart was
beating like a trip hammer. Surely he must feel it.
I heard a voice, my voice actually, but it seemed more distant than that:
“Oh, Rod. I have desires and they confound me. I want to be here, though.
I want to stay here and be with you and do, well, whatever I can to make you
feel good.”
“Whatever you can?,” he quizzed.
“Yes, I want to return these good feelings I have.” Rod’s penis pressed
harder against the back of my thighs. “Don’t worry Jo, I’ll be gentle and
treat you like a baby. I can make you feel real. More real and more alive
than you have ever felt. I’ll make you feel like you are a real girl.”
His hand toyed with my nipples sending electric shocks through my body.
He let his hand trail down to the waist of my panties. His thumb hooked
under the elastic and his fingers lay gently on my crotch.
“You’re damp already Jo, that should tell you something,” he murmured.
His thumb circled around my waist, between my skin and the fringe of the
panty. I could feel his hand leave my body. Is that all, I wondered. Then
his fingers reappeared, pulling my panties high up into the crack of my
behind. Using his hand like a wedge he created a space between my thighs,
and began to feed his cock into the opening, penetrating that most private
space. I was almost shocked when the head of his penis appeared, just inches
below my waist. He wasn’t bigger than any man I had ever seen before but
surely he must be longer than most.
This excited me. I stretched my hands high above my head, twisting the
comforter into little knots. I felt so vulnerable.
“Hold your legs together tightly, Jo dear”
“I am, I will,” I cooed. It felt so good to me, to feel his rigid rod
taking my body. Rod. Rod. Rod’s rod, how appropriate, I thought, feeling
giddy. I moaned as Rod began to gently saw himself between my legs. He
reached around my waist, touched himself for a moment, then put his moistened
hand within millimeters of my lips.
“Taste me.”
In the dim light I could see the lines in his palm and the half-dollar
sized area that was coated with his juice. My tongue slithered out and
touched his hand with its point, circling the moist area then flattening
against it and licking–hard.
It was salty and warm. I was now very hard and excited.
All this while Rod was gently, persistently rubbing himself between my
legs. His hand pulled my panties down and looped them under my scrotum.
“Touch yourself, dear,” he coached.
As my hand touched my penis he renewed his assault on my nipples, pinching
them –first firmly, then gently– rubbing the flat of his hand around and
around and then tweaking at them again with his fingernails.
I took control of my own familiar cockette and milked it from base to
head, quickly drawing up a large bead of juice. I could not reach behind me
without moving too much so I grasped his hand, smearing his palm with my
ointment. His hand dropped to my shaft, capturing it and pulling it straight
out and away from waist.
That really turned me on! I could feel another bead of juice form on the
tip. I moaned with delight as an answer when Rod said, “Oh, Jo! You are so
sweet, my darling.” His hand firmly pumped me in unison with his own sawing
motion.
“Oh Rod, darling. I want to be yours!” Rod began to move much faster.
He let go of my cockette and invaded my behind with his forefinger firmly
stroking up and down the length of my slit–pausing to press his thumb on the
rosebud at its entrance. Without any warning he moaned and stopped moving
between my legs. “Oh fuck! Jo, darling!” I could feel Rod’s penis
pulsate and suddenly he was shooting small pools of hot, oily semen between
my legs.
I lay quiet for a moment then spread my legs and took Rod’s penis into my
hand gently fondling and stroking it. He began to grow hard in my hand.
After a minute or two, but before I could even consider what all had just
happened Rod interrupted my caresses, saying, “Roll over,” and half-pulling,
half-pushing me on to my back as he clambered astride me.

The rest of the night passed quietly. I kept looking at Jenny across the
otherwise unoccupied shop but not once did I catch her looking back at me. I
didn’t have opportunity to talk to her at all, so I could do nothing but
wonder. Most likely she was trying to forget it ever happened. I was hardly a
woman’s dream come true, as past experiences had told me. Probably just as
well.
But just try telling that to the ache in my heart. Or the one between my
legs.

Finally the end-of-shift bell rang. A couple of scraggly, sorry-looking
graveyard people had drifted in to take over our machines and we could take
off. I saw Jenny head over to the phone and dial a number.
“What’s up?” I asked her.
“Calling Dianne to come pick me up. She’s got my car tonight.”
Dianne was Jenny’s roomie. I had met her briefly before, and Jenny had once
mentioned that she worked an early day shift. Even if she didn’t have to get up
early tomorrow she surely wouldn’t enjoy dragging ass out of bed at 2AM to come
down here and get Jenny. Before Jenny dialed the last digit I volunteered,
“Hey, don’t wake her up. I’ll give you a ride.”
Jenny looked at me dubiously, her finger paused over the last number. “I
didn’t figure you for the altruistic type. Isn’t it out of your way?”
“It’s more out of Dianne’s way. The poor woman isn’t a creature of the night
like us. She needs her sleep.”
She considered a moment, then put the phone back with the last number still
undialed. “Okay,” she smiled, “but straight home and no sidetrips. I’m
bushed.”
“No prob.” I assured her. We walked out into the refreshingly cool night
air, across the parking lot to my junkmobile. I saw her giving it the wary eye
and I flashed her a grin, “Don’t laugh, it’s paid for.”
I thought I heard her mumble something about it being paid for in cereal
boxtops but I didn’t pursue the matter. I turned the key and the engine moaned,
grumbled, and finally coughed to life athsmatically. I revved the engine a
couple times and it roared impressively, the sound bouncing off the nearby
building walls in staccato bursts. I really needed to put a muffler on the damn
thing.
Pulled out of the parking lot and into the street–slowly. I was thankful
that it was dark and Jenny couldn’t see my foot which had the accelerator
pressed to the floor. I doubt she would have cared anyway. She was too busy
hanging on for dear life, trying to avoid being shaken out of her seat. I
*really* needed to put a muffler on this car.
Ten teeth-rattling minutes later we pulled up in front of her apartment
building. All around lights were coming on as people were getting up to see
what the hell was making all that racket. I found an empty spot along the curb
and turned the ignition off the keep from waking the other half of the
neighborhood. In the deafening silence I turned to face her. “Well, here we
are.”
She turned in the darkness, “Yep, here we are. Well, thanks for the, uh,
ride…” and opened the door.
I turned the key as she stepped out. I was rewarded by a low groan and a
death rattle from somewhere under the hood. Turning the key again only got me a
faint clicking sound. I hit the wheel with the palm of my hand. “Shit!”
“What’s the matter?” Jenny asked, leaning in the still open door.
“Fucking battery died again!” I groaned. “The alternator belt’s broken. I
was gonna fix it tomorrow.”
“Oh.” She said. “Well, I can go up and get the keys from Dianne and give you
a jump with my car. Hang on…” She disappeared into the darkness. Several
minutes later she returned with a disgusted look on her face. “I don’t fucking
believe it. She’s not there! She left a note on the ‘fridge saying she left
with some guy for the coast and won’t be back ’til tomorrow afternoon. In my
car, damn her! I coulda been stuck at work all night!”
Actually, I had the idea Jenny was more pissed because her roomie had a date
tonight and she didn’t. Which I didn’t feel particularly sympathetic for at the
moment, considering my predicament. “Well, I could thumb it home and have a
buddy bring me back early tomorrow and jump me. That way I can get the car out
of here before it starts lowering property values.”
I got out and shut the door and locked it. I started to walk down the street
and I noticed Jenny keeping step with me, obviously wanting to say something
but not knowing quite how. She said haltingly, “Um, well, since it’s kinda my
fault that you’re stuck here, I, uh, could put you up for the night.”
Oh really? I was tired, but not so tired I didn’t pick up on the possible
implications of that statement right away. And even if it didn’t mean what I
hoped, it still sounded better than standing out in the cold for maybe hours
trying to get a ride from some soft-hearted motorist. It wouldn’t be the first
time I had done that and I wasn’t looking forward to doing it again. “Sure.” I
said, hoping I didn’t sound too eager, “It’s been a long day already. Thanks.”
“Thank *you*.” she murmured under her breath, and I wondered what that was
supposed to mean as I followed her to her apartment.

As I walked into Jenny’s apartment the first thing that hit me was the
all-permeating odor of catbox. It wasn’t too bad, though. I used to have a
cat myself, so I was used to it. The place was fairly small, with a kitchen
in an alcove off to my right and a short hallway to the left leading to the
bedrooms and bathroom. In front was the living room. There was a couch and
a couple of well-worn chairs. A small TV sat on a none-too-steady stand
opposite the couch and chairs. The place was clean, but cluttered.
Magazines and various articles of female clothing lay scattered about.
Jenny began picking up the latter while mumbling an apology. I remarked it
looked lots better than my place, which didn’t comfort her much since she
saw what my car looked like and could well imagine what my place must look
like.
She was probably right on the money.
After a few minutes the place was fairly straight. She plopped down in a
chair, exhausted. I landed on the couch feeling about the same. Exhausted,
but far from sleepy. “Nice place you got here.” I remarked.
“Thanks.” she smiled tiredly. “It was cheap and clean.” She sat up a
little and said, “I really appreciate the ride. And… I’m kinda glad
you’re here. I hate staying in this neighborhood by myself…” She looked
like she was going to say more but stopped and looked away instead.
I started to reply but felt something moving by my feet. I looked down
and saw a little grey ball of fur playing with my shoelaces. Gently I
reached down and picked it up. It was a kitten, about four months old, all
fuzz and golden eyes, which stared into mine. And sharp claws, which I
discovered a second later as he(?) decided he wanted down NOW. I complied
quickly before he could do any serious damage. He shot across the room in a
grey blur and disappeared under the coffee table.
Jenny was grinning at me. Suddenly she got up and said “Excuse me, I
gotta change and clean up a little. Make yourself at home. I won’t be
long.” And she disappeared into one of the other rooms. A moment later I
heard a shower running.
I never was very good at making myself at home in somebody else’s home.
Not to mention I was worn out from work and a funny little knot of tension
rested in the pit of my stomach. I turned on the TV and settled back on the
couch, trying to relax.
It wasn’t long before she was done. I turned to see her and had to hold
back a small gasp of surprise.
She stood in the hallway dressed in just a nightshirt that just came
down to her upper thighs, and apparently nothing else. The shirt was slit
partway up the sides, showing tantalizing glimpses of skin. Her braless
breasts hung firm and high, the nipples hard, straining against the thin
cotton and just begging to be set free. Her bare legs were magnificently
toned, retaining just a hint of tan leftover from the summer. I noticed she
was smiling at me, nervous but apparently enjoying my attentions.
Then, to my complete shock she yawned and stretched her arms high above
her head. The shirt, which was just barely long enough to begin with, rode
up and I plainly saw the brown fuzz of her pubic hair. She held the pose
for one magnificent second, then dropped her arms down again, much to my
disappointment.
I made no pretense of not looking at her. That would have been
ridiculous. But her eyes met mine and I saw the same fire I saw earlier in
the lunchroom, only this time it wasn’t smoldering but raging almost out
of control.
With slow deliberation she walked across the room, swinging her hips
just the right amount to make the slits in the nightshirt part and give
excruciating glimpse of bare skin. She sat down on the couch next to me,
close enough to touch. One gorgeously unclad leg rested on the couch and
across the other leg at about mid-thigh. One arm draped carelessly over the
back. Her eyes met mine and seemed to capture me completely. My heart went
wild as what was going on here finally sunk in.
Finally she spoke, her voice low and throaty. “Did you mean what you
said earlier?”
Her voice startled me out of the spell I was in. “Um, what did I say
earlier?”
“That you like to give pleasure as much as receive it?” she said
softly.
My heart thudded slowly in my chest. “Sure.” I answered just as softly,
“Giving is lots of fun. I never tire of it.”
“And…” she asked, uncertainty crossing her face, “and… would you be
willing to give a little to someone who could really use it?”
Now, it would seem to be obvious that I should answer immediately with a
loud and enthusiastic YES! but being in such a situation is much different
from reading or fantasizing. In all honesty, I was a little frightened. I’d
had more than my share of fantasies about Jenny, but to be presented with a
breathing living willing reality was another thing. You don’t treat real
human beings the way you do in fantasies. But then I realized that she was
honestly asking for help, and taking quite a chance doing so. She was
obviously as scared and hopeful as I was. To turn her down would do great
damage to her self-esteem. I couldn’t do that to her.
So, I simply said “Yes.”
She gazed into my eyes for a long, long moment, uncertain how to
proceed. Then her lips met mine in a deep, open kiss. She moved forward
until she was laying on top of me while we were still kissing. Our bodies
moved together, rubbing in slow, sinuous motion. Her hips pressed down
directly on the hardness at my crotch and ground against it, sending waves
of pleasure though me. Her mouth was still locked with mine, but her breath
was coming in short gasps. Our activity became more frenzied as our
excitement grew, her gasps turning to low moans.
And all at once, the spell broke. She collapsed on top of me, her head
buried in my chest, crying softly.
The dry humping had stimulated me almost to orgasm, but my erection
quickly faded. Unsure of what else to do, I held her and caressed her hair
and rocked her back and forth softly while making what I hoped were
soothing noises.
For a long time we lay like that, until she sniffled and raised her
head. Her eyes were red-rimmed and very vulnerable. “God, I feel so
stupid…” she said in a very quiet voice.
“Shhh.” I said, “It’s okay. You’re not stupid. Things just went a little
too fast, didn’t they?”
She nodded, looking away. “I guess so. I’ve never been like this in my
entire life. I talk a lot, but I’m not really like that. Tonight I just…
I don’t know…” she started sniffling and buried her face in my chest
again.
“There, there,” I said softly “being lonely and hurting doesn’t make you
a bad person at all. It makes you human, which is no more or less than the
rest of us. You’re a free adult and I don’t feel you did anything wrong.”
I don’t think she was convinced but she didn’t respond or argue. We lay
together silently until I wondered if she dropped off to sleep. Finally she
raised her head. “These long hours don’t help any, either. I think I’ll go
to bed.”
She got off me and stood unsteadily. Her nightshirt stuck to her body in
several interesting places but I found my interest surprisingly muted by my
concern for this girl. I thought I was going to be making this couch my bed
for the night but she held a hand down to me. “Come on.”
I got up painfully, and stretched as the circulation returned to my
muscles. How long had I been laying there, anyway? I was afraid to find
out. Holding my hand, she pulled me towards the bedroom. “I know it’s kind
of forward, in light of how this evening is going, but I’d really like some
nice company tonight, even just to sleep with. You don’t mind, do you?”
I really didn’t, and I said so. She kissed me on the cheek. “I’ve always
liked you.”
The bedroom was about as orderly as the rest of the apartment, but still
seemed feminine, without being really obvious about it. She had a full size
bed, with the blankets thrown over it in a hurried attempt at neatness. She
had probably done it before leaving for work this morning. Yesterday
morning, actually.
She pulled the covers down and sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh,
springs groaning beneath her. “God, I’m so tired.” She gripped the lower
hem of her nightshirt, apparently to pull it off, and then looked up at me,
concerned. “You don’t mind, do you? I don’t usually sleep with anything
on.”
My mouth had suddenly gone dry again as my heart leaped. I shook my
head, trying not to appear too anxious, “No, that’s… okay.”
She pulled the shirt up, up, revealing inch after agonizing inch more
of bare skin, until she pulled it off over her head and dropped it on the
floor beside her. She stretched her arms, gloriously, wonderfully nude, and
sighed “Ah… that feels so much better.” She swung her legs up onto the
bed and covered herself up to her waist. Her breasts were so large and
inviting, the aureoles a bright rosy read, the nipples still partially
erect, that my hands just ached to touch them. Instead I tore my eyes away
and walked around to the other side of the bed, where she smiled and pulled
the covers down for me. I sat down and almost got in before she said
“Aren’t you at least going to take your shoes off?”
I *had* forgotten that little detail. I still had my jacket on, even. I
stood up and pulled off my jacket and kicked off my shoes. For a moment I
wondered how far I should go, then decided to hell with it. I pulled my
shirt off over my head, then unbuckled my pants. She was watching me, of
course, and there seemed to be a hint of excitement in her eyes. I took my
pants off and saw her eyes lock on the bulge in my shorts. I was still
somewhat erect so the bulge was pronounced, to say the least. Slowly I
pulled them down and my penis, freed from imprisonment, leaned out from the
dark fluff of my pubic hair, almost at it’s maximum size though still
pointing downward. There was an audible intake of breath from her when she
saw it.
I sat down and removed my socks and crawled under the covers. In a husky
voice she said, “That was magnificent.” as she reached over to turn the
light out. Then she snuggled against me, laying her head on my arm.
Her body was warm, almost burning, and the feel of her bare skin next to
mine and the excitement of knowing there were absolutely no layers of
clothing between us soon had me excited again. My heart wouldn’t stop
pounding and my cock stood ramrod stiff and twitching. She moved her arm up
and placed her hand on my chest. “Anybody ever tell you how attractive you
are?”
Actually, nobody had, and I said as much and I placed my free hand on
her side and moved it from shoulder to hip in a long, slow caress, back and
forth. After a moment her breathing changed pitch and became quicker,
deeper.
Her hand caressed my chest in a similar manner and she nuzzled my neck
softly. This time there was none of the hurried frenzy of earlier. Things
were progressing smoothly and more naturally, without a word from either
one of us. I became a little more adventuresome with my explorations, and
moved my hand to cup one soft breast. I moved my hand under it, feeling
it’s weight, and my thumb found her nipple, finally bare and fully erect. I
rubbed my thumb across it and a short, breathy moan escaped her lips as she
arched her back.
Her hand moved down, raising to trail her fingers through my pubic hair
before resting lightly on my cock, sending little twinges and flashes of
pleasure through my pelvis. I raised my hips in response and she grabbed my
cock almost tight enough to hurt. Almost, but not quite. Instead it felt
wonderful.
I was now massaging her whole breast and her breath came in ragged moans
and she whole body writhed in slow, sinuous motion. I moved my face down
and extended my tongue, slowly circling it around her nipple. Then I took
it in my mouth, as much as I could, and sucked it in and out rapidly
between my teeth, and her writhing became more violent, almost pulling away
from me. My free hand, meanwhile, moved around to her back, traveling up
and down exploring freely from her neck to her ass, which I grabbed hard
when I reached it.
Her mouth covered mine and our tongues intertwined frantically. Her arms
wrapped around me almost hard enough to squeeze the breath out of me and my
cock ground hard against her pubic fuzz. Finally her mouth released mine
only long enough to gasp, “I want you in me now!”
I had roughly the same idea by then myself. She rolled over on her back,
more or less pulling me on top of her. I raised my hips and she reached
down to guide me into the right spot.
With slow deliberateness I thrust my cock into her. She was so wet and
excited that it slid in with no resistance at all, until I was buried in her
as deep as I could go and I felt her fuzz tickling my lower belly. She
pressed her hips against mine for maximum penetration as her gasps became
cries.
I did not pump but simply held myself there as her movements grew more
frantic and her cries louder. I knew if I moved too much I would come and I
wanted to enjoy this as long as I could. Instead I just moved myself from
side to side a little, pushing her even closer to the brink as she bucked
beneath me.
“Oh God… Oh God…” she moaned, her voice getting higher and louder
until her muscles locked and held rigid in an explosive orgasm. The muscles
of her vagina locked tight on my penis and almost against my will I
orgasmed, pumping my seed deep into the warm depths of her body for what
seemed a long, long time and intensifying her pleasure even more, if such a
thing was possible.
We shared an endless moment of agonizing pleasure before collapsing in
an exhausted heap, with me still laying on top and buried deep within her.
Gasping for air and trying to regain some of our strength, we lay like
that for who knows how long. Jenny’s eyes looked up into mine and she was
so achingly beautiful in the half-light streaming in from the window. In
those eyes there was no more fire (though I knew it would soon be back) but
warmth and tenderness and gratitude and… love?
In an exhausted voice she said, “Hi there, stranger.”
In a similarly exhausted voice I replied, “Hi there yourself. Come here
often?” My unintentional double entendre sent us both into a fit of
laughter that wiped away any tension that might have remained. It felt as
if we had been lovers for years, instead of just one frantic night. For a
fleeting instant I felt a glimmer of hope that it might go on for years…
She spoke and interrupted my musing. “You know, it’s been well over a
year since I’ve… been with anybody. In one short night you’ve made up for
all that lost time and then some. I’ve never experienced anything this
intense. Never.”
“I don’t think I have either.” I replied tiredly. “This was incredible.
Just as I had always thought it might be.”
“Yeah. Me too.” She shifted a little and a wave of residual pleasure ran
though me. “Actually, I could get used to this on a… a regular basis.
I’ve always, um, liked you. Maybe in the near future we could… um…”
I shushed her quietly, “The future can take care of itself, and perhaps
we’ll be in each other’s. I think I’d like that myself very much. Right now
let’s just enjoy the moment.” She nodded silently and relaxed.
It was not long before my penis began to swell again, and Jenny noticed
it almost before I did for I had never pulled it out. The second time
around I was much less sensitive and lasted far longer. She climaxed at
least six times before I came again and we both collapsed, exhausted for
real, as the first light of dawn began to color the sky outside.

We spent most of Sunday in bed, and not from exhaustion either, although
we did exhaust each other eventually. I never did make it home that
weekend, and it was with bitter disappointment we faced the reality of
Monday and going back to work. We dragged in together half an hour late,
disheveled and in rumpled clothes (mine were the same ones from Saturday).
I was barely coherent enough to work all day long, but not for one second
did I regret it.

That was six months ago. We saw each other every weekend, and most
nights in between. Dianne moved out to join her new boyfriend in Oregon
City, and Jenny immediately invited me to move in with her. I didn’t waste
any time packing.
At work they don’t know anything about it, because the boss frowns
heavily on employee relationships (Or any other form of fun that doesn’t
increase his profits, for that matter.) but every time I walk by Jenny or
meet her in the lunch room she always favors me with a little smile and a
conspiratorial wink, which I always return.
You know, I used to hate working nights…

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