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Fun among friends  

hadell3 72M
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8/17/2015 4:39 pm
Fun among friends


Chapter One: They Meet Again

The wind felt good in Dave’s face as he moved through the gears while his glistening plum-colored and road-powerful 1100cc Yamaha gained speed heading east on U.S. 70 - destination New Bern and a relaxing weekend with a good-looking redhead.
Two hours away, the red-head was also feeling upbeat, although a bit anxious. Dave was one of her two favorite men, the other being her next-door neighbor and lover Charlie.
The “boys” were best friends from high school and both had a delightfully wild and sometimes whacky sense of humor.
They were also both wonderful lovers.
From talking with them, she knew they had played football and track together, grew up a few miles apart and played basketball at what Charlie called “the Bill’s Food Center Gang” goal at the local grocery store.
They drank together like boys do, then became regulars at Floyd’s, a poker house run by a lonely old man who opened his doors up after his wife died.
After Dave was in the “war” - mainly getting drunk, stoned and having fun in Tailand - he came back home and he and Charlie lived together. Hall got him a job working free as a radio announcer and later hooked him up with a part-time weekend paying gig with the daily newspaper.
When Charlie was “homeless” a few years later, Dave and his new wife gave him a place to stay.
45 years later, they were still best friends.
As Dave made his way along the flat countryside leading toward the coast, he had plenty of time for thought, cruising along on an early Saturday morning ahead of the weekend beach traffic.
His thoughts were about the red-head, whom he fondly had nicknamed The Deester.
He had met her on the telephone through Charlie, trading flirty talk at times. He had heard plenty about their relationship, which was sometimes a circumstantial roll-coaster. He had chalked that up to the next door proximity. He knew from talking to her that she was a gem - a smart and knowledgeable woman who could challenge his intellect.
And, Charlie’s description of how she looked - short, shapely and cute - made him yearn to meet her.
The fact that Charlie had told him of their lovemaking - how she was limber, multi-orgasmic and had the sweetest-tasting pussy he ever had - left Dave with more than just a meet-the-neighbor interest.
The added fact that Charlie also told him her pussy was as tight as a only intensified 62-year-old Dave’s interest.
As the miles piles up under Dave and his prize bike, he was taking short puffs off his large imported cigar, feeling growing movement in his pants while thinking about Dee.
He remembered the first night he met her, impulsively running across the yards from Charlie’s house to hers. He had hoped for a few drinks and maybe a kiss and a possibly a lucky feel.
He got that and more, staying the night, kissing her goodbye the next morning after the third or fourth time he had fucked her.
He remembered thinking he might have a chance at eating her pussy after she let him suck her toes, painted red; each one succulent.
As he rode, his cock bulged while recreating memories and images of how sweet her pussy was when she first let him put his mouth on it
It was so much better than Charlie had described in a general terms.
It was so sweet, so tight as he plunged his tongue inside the first time - like a man devouring his last meal.
She had responded with moans and bucked her small hips up against his face; coming twice.
Then, she finally pulled him toward her and let him slide his rock-hard cock inside and fuck her slowly at first and then faster and faster.
She had cum five times before he shot his cum inside her. They had another passionate fuck session later that night and again when they awoke the next morning.
That night and the next weekend - when he returned and he and Charlie both spent the weekend with her - had been the two best nights of his life. And, he had enjoyed some good nights.
His cock was now so hard it was hurting and he had gotten so excited thinking about her that he looked down and saw he was running 90 mph.
He let off the gas with his right hand, the same one he stroked his cock with talking to her on the phone.
He decided he had better concentrate on the countryside, driving his bike and arriving there in one piece.
Meanwhile in New Bern, the Deester was busy tiding up her house in anticipation of Dave’s arrival. She was looking forward to a relaxing two days with Dave, who was bringing along some recent stories and poems he had written.
A chance to go out to dinner and some drinks and maybe a show seemed like fun, so normal; something she and Charlie could not do in a small town.
So, there was really nothing for worry. Charlie was comfortable with the visit. And, Dave understood the terms. Although they had had the two previous weekends of hot, marathon sex months earlier; this visit was just as friends.
She had gone through a lot of emotional stress since she had last seen him and decided sex was a back-burner item. Dave said he understood and she was pleased, somewhat surprised in fact that he was OK with just a platonic weekend.
Charlie had understood and now so did Dave. Maybe these Dallas boys were winners after all.
Still, she couldn’t help but think about the obvious - fucking Dave before.
He had been a wonderful and thoughtful lover when he had visited those two times five months ago.
She, too, thought of the first night, how unexpected that had been. She had opened her door to his smiling face and when he left, she could barely open her legs.
It turned out to be a glorious night of uninhibited fucking and very passionate lovemaking.
She had given a bit of thought to him before that first night, but nothing on the scale of how it turned out.
He was a fine kisser, knew all the right places to rub, lick and suck.
In retrospect, she realized that is what can happen when you get in bed together, naked.
After all, she did say yes when he asked if he could take his pants off. And, she had already crawled in bed nude.
She had intended to let him sleep and cuddle with her a bit, but that had gotten beyond any point of return after he began kissing and rubbing her, sucking her tits and then her toes; and finally sliding that tongue of his inside her pussy.
That made her cum several times and knew she had to have his cock as well.
She remembered how surprised she was at the size - long and so, so big around. It had stuffed her completely and the way he used it had made her cum more times than she could remember - even if she hadn’t been drinking.
She remembered that after his marathon plunging in and out of her sopping cunt, it was on fire. The first time his cock was totally swollen and exploded inside her, she came again.
Five months later, she felt her pussy getting wet at the memories as she sat in her favorite TV-room chair, enjoying her first Scotch of the day.
She also recalled that she had intended to tell Charlie about her night with Dave, but thought better of it until he told her he had come by and heard them through the window.
The curse of being loud and vocal, she thought.
But, it had been a special night and all she ever told Charlie was that she and Dave got drunk on Vodka shots, fell naked into bed and Dave sucked her tits and toes and later assured her he had “fucked her brains out.”
This time Charlie was well aware and comfortable about the visit, not for just a spontaneous evening visit, but two days and two nights.
She was soon to find out how this visit would play out, as she was jolted back to reality by a roaring clamor outside.
Dave slowed and wheeled his bike into her side yard, through a small gate, where he parked it beside the house, out of sight from any of the nosy neighbors.
She had worried what would happen when he walked in. After all, the last time she saw him, she had rolled off the top of him after they had simultaneous massive orgasms. He kissed her, dressed and rode away on his bike.
They had talked many times since then, even had some rather satisfying phone sex, but she knew that in person, this time would be totally different.
She wasn’t sure how to dress, but since they had plans to go out for dinner, she went ahead and put on a nice outfit - a semi-low cut blouse and a skirt that came just above her knees, with black thigh-highs her lover had given her.
She wore open-toed shoes that showed off her freshly painted toes. Both boys loved her toes. She always painted them red, but Dave had mentioned he thought orange would be hot, so she had changed colors, at least for the weekend. She needed to throw him a bone.
She had also purchased a pair of T-panties - orange. Although her horny was gone for now, she still liked to feel sexy and special.
She smiled as she pulled them up and over her small butt. Only she and the sales girl knew she was wearing them.
Plus, she thought, as she pulled on her pleated skirt - another Dave idea - if dancing happened to come into play and she was twirled, she wouldn’t be showing off a bare bottom to the crowd.
Knock, Knock.
She had heard the motorcycle and knew it was Dave, but she was still cautious as she unlocked the three-tiers of front-door defense.
She peeked out, the chain still holding the door. There he was, holding a clothes bag and a 12-pack - smiling like a schoolboy.
She let him in and he dropped his bag and gently sat the beer on the carpet.
“Well, Deester, you look fabulous,” he said in his best Fernando Lamas.
“Well, Davester, you look pretty fine, too,” she said, beaming.
“Do I get a hug?” he said, extending his arms.
“You get a big hug and a kiss,” she said, as he wrapped his arms around her and their open mouths met.
It was a slow, sweet kiss, with tongues touching. She had forgotten how big and strong his arms felt around her.
They both rubbed the others’ shoulders and backs as they kissed, before she backed away.
“Woww, that was a nice hello,” she said.
She laughed. “Well, you do remember where the bedroom is don’t you? Put your things in there and I will put your beer in the frig.”
He grabbed his bag and offered, “I am looking forward to tonight. What time do we need to shove off?”
“Oh, pretty soon, if we are going to do dinner and make that 7 o’clock show,” she said.
“Well, let me grab some clothes and shower and, oh, are we driving or cabbing?” he said, as he walked into the bedroom, with a flood of pleasant memories returning.
“We are cabbing,” she said. “You go shower and change.”
She put the beer in the fridge. After a long ride, his beer was not cold. But, she had gotten some and pulled out a cold one and walked to the front bathroom holding it like a present.
He surely was a quick fellow, already in the shower, she thought, as she rounded the corner. She heard the water and he had left the door open. She figured that wasn’t too strange since the last time he had been in the house, he walked around naked the entire time.
She looked through the open door. Dave was in the shower with his back to her, and he was singing. Well, after all, he was a pretty good singer.
She caught herself before laughing out loud, remembering what she had told him the last time he was there.
“You sing pretty well, but you fuck real, real good.”
She didn’t say anything and just listened and watched. She could only see his naked butt and broad shoulders through the shower glass.
She walked back to the TV room, thinking, “Gee, shame that isn’t clear glass.”
Dave emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, dressed and looking very nice in a pair of slacks and a dress shirt. She invited him to the couch where she was sitting and handed him a beer.
“Thank you Dee,” he said, putting his arm around her and giving her another nice kiss.
They smooched a bit, nothing serious and then talked for awhile. She told him about her loss of sex drive and he nodded, sipping his beer, assuring her it was all fine.
They called a taxi and both had another drink. Then came the honk and they departed for the short 2-mile ride downtown.
In the cab, Dave again put his arm around her and this time, she was the one that offered up her mouth.
They kissed again, and then she padded his knee. “Thank you.”
“For what?” he said in mock surprise.
“For being such a gentleman,” she replied, giving him a peck on the cheek.
With some scheduling help from Charlie, they had several ideas for the evening, including an outdoor guitar concert by two women who played acoustic, the same as Dave. Another possibility was the Hilton deck and bars, both of which had live music.
But first, they stopped in Captain Ratty’s, one of downtown’s hotspot restaurants, which was also the only one with a balcony deck. It was a clear warm evening, so they opted for rooftop dining.
Being a gentleman, Dave allowed Dee to go up the steep steps, reassuring her that he was right behind her. Actually he was about three steps back, so that he could get a good view of her legs and cute round butt as she made her way up.
She was savy and realized from experience the gentleman following her up the stairs was also looking at her backside.
Once they were seated and ordered drinks, she asked innocently, “Did you get an eyeful coming up the stairs?”
He laughed and toasted her with an imaginary drink. “Deester, you are one clever woman. Where did you learn that?”
“I’ve been around a bit,” she cooed as he reached over and began rubbing her hand. “So, tell me big boy, what did you see?”
“Oh, I saw a really nice shapely set of legs and I do believe they were wearing thigh-highs,” he said. “And the orange panties go well with your toes.”
She was surprised, not realizing she had given that much of a view.
They continued flirting and talking about a wide range of topics while having a fine dinner.
“You going to walk down the steps backwards in front of me?” she teased as they left the rooftop deck.
They got to the street and it was decision time. It had been a long, leisurely dinner and dusk was settling in, so they opted to skip the outdoor guitar show and head straight for the Hilton.
There was jazz on the deck and they spent an hour, drinking, flirting some more, with a few lean-over kisses.
Dee decided she wanted to dance, so they went inside where a local band sounded pretty good with a combination of beach and old rock.
Charlie had always said he was “the man who can’t dance.” Dave had said he was terrible. Dee never believed either one.
She and Dave began to dance and as she swayed and stepped to the beat, she had to bite her lip as she watched the Davester. Her sure was truthful about not having rhythm.
“How can a guy sing like that and he dances like an android,” she thought, hoping there would soon be a slow dance.
The slow dances came and Dave’s rhythm was much improved. He was also well behaved, only occasionally sliding his hand past her waist to rub her little ass. And once, when they danced very close, he ran his fingers over her breast. As he did, he pulled her tight, his hips pushing against her. She could feel his hard cock, but pretended not to notice.
All in all, she was totally pleased with him. He had rubbed her knee under the table a time or so, but in a soft caring way. And, he didn’t even try to slide his hand up her thigh. Actually, she found herself a bit disappointed at that.
It had been a wonderfully stress-free, relaxed evening. But, being pretty much a gentleman schoolboy, Dave had still managed to make her orange panties<b> damp.
</font></b>The band closed out the evening with a slow song and they danced close and it made her feel tingly. She allowed a lengthy kiss as the music ended.
They found a number of cabs waiting outside the hotel and crawled, laughing from more than a few beers and scotches, into the back seat and told the driver the address.
The driver asked if they minded the radio. They said no.
With some old rock blaring, Dave pulled her close once again and parted her lips with his tongue. She teased his tongue back as he rubbed the back of her neck and held her hand. She didn’t realize he had quietly unzipped his fly as they kissed, releasing his “seven-iron.”
As he rubbed her hand softly, she suddenly realized it had been replaced with a hard cock.
She gasped, pulled back and whispered with clinched teeth, “What ARE you doing?”
“Oh, just a little fun, baby,” he replied innocently.
She couldn’t help laughing at his manner. She also couldn’t help feeling how big his cock felt in her hand. It had been six months. She stroked it a few times.
Dave diverted attention by beginning to talk to the cab driver, while gently nudging her shoulders forward. She knew what he was doing.
She leaned over his lap and it surely was as big and as hard as she had remembered. She was tempted to give it a bite and make him yell - teach him a lesson.
Instead, she extended her tongue and licked around the head, which was wet from excitement.
She might have done more, but the cabbie announced, “Well, I think this is your street - Wilson, right?”
She pulled upright and Dave quickly re-zipped his pants.
They unloaded in front of the house and Dave went around to pay the cabster.
As he walked back to Dee, she had her hands on her hips.
“What the hell was that?” she said, trying to sound stern and pissed.
“Oh, just some spontaneous fun,” Dave said, putting his arm around her waist as they walked toward the door.
“Well, I was going to let you sleep and cuddle with me tonight, if you were good,” she said, as she turned the key and went inside. “After that stunt, I think you are going to spend the night on the couch.”
“Ah, Dee, it was all just good fun,” Dave protested. “Wasn’t that wild? The cab driver didn’t suspect a thing. Let’s go have a drink. You know, this has been a wonderful evening.”
She thought for a moment. Yes, it had been. She hadn’t had so much fun in a long, long time.

Chapter Two: The Night Ahead

They came into the house and she accepted his offer to fix her a scotch while he got a beer.
She took off her shoes, wiggled her toes and settled into her in her favorite chair, with her babies -Patches and Sou-Ling - begging for attention.
Dave brought her drink and sat down on the couch. He was like a boy who knew he had done a bad thing, fumbling with his words.
She had been thinking while he had fixed drinks.
“Oh, you don’t have to apologize,” she said. “You were just being, well, Dave. But, I do want you to do something for me.”
His eyes widened and he was eager as the puppies are over carrots.
“You name it Dee,” he said.
“Well, I want you to put this around your head,” she said, lifting her butt and sliding her orange panties down her legs, dangling them for a moment on her feet as she wiggled and curled her orange-painted toes in his direction. Orange still looked sparkly through black stockings.
“You look cute with my panties around your head. You remember that, don’t you?” she asked, in reference to his making a head band of her red panties during the afternoon of his last visit.
“Oh, I would love to do that,” he said, reaching for them and then rubbing them over his face, before putting them around his head. He beamed.
“How do they look?”
“That is pretty hot,” she said. “Now, I want you to get naked, but stay on the couch.”
“Whatever you say baby,” he exclaimed. “You know I am your love slave.”
He began stripping off his shirt and she couldn’t help but admire his large hard muscles.
As he began to slide his pants down his legs, she had another command.
“I want you to sit there and do a dramatic reading of your story about Carleton the cat,” she said.
She reached to her chair-side table and handed him the printed copy.
He took it, looking confused. His pants were halfway down.
“Now, I want you to read it….and NOT get a hard on,” she said, pulling her legs up into her chair, allowing him an unobstructed view of her now bare pussy.
“If you can do that, without getting a hard-on, you get to come to bed with me and just cuddle and sleep. A hard-on, well, that means you sleep where you sit.”
Dave eased his pants down his legs and realized he needed to look away from her smiling face and that pussy. It seemed to be smiling at him, too.
“Can I just leave my underwear on,” he asked.
“Oh, no. Off with it, all of it. In fact, stand up and take it off and turn around so I can see everything, including those pink balls,” she teased with her wicked smile.
Dave did so reluctantly, breathing slowly to try and keep his cock in control.
He sat back down and began reading, quickly.
“Slow down and read it with feeling and let me soak in the humor,” she said, taking a sip of her drink and kissing Patches on the head. “You sing well. I am sure you read well.”
Dave read, but suddenly the words he had thought to be so funny and clever were now long and torturous.
She laughed as he read, because it really was witty.
“Now, now Dave Boy, look at me some while you read,” she taunted, moving her butt closer to the edge of her chair, and letting her legs fall wide.
Dave almost made it through the story - why had he written so much, he thought.
He had maintained a cock that was only slightly hard - until she parted her legs, and then it happened.
His cock jumped toward the ceiling as though it was spring-loaded.
“Well, we will have to finish the story in the morning,” she said, closing her legs and sitting back, legs crossed. “You have failed…ahhh.”
As he laid the papers down and reached for his beer, she stood up and began slowly peeling off her sexy black thigh-highs. Then came her blouse, bra and finally her skirt. She wiggled her hips and it fell to the floor.
His beer was still clutched in his hand as he looked and found himself breathing with an open mouth.
She bent forward, rolled the clothes into a ball and tossed them to him.
“There, maybe this will make a nice pillow,” she said. “But, don’t you dare cum on them.”
With that, she turned and walked toward the bedroom, making sure to wiggle her bare ass.
“Come on babies, it’s time for bed. Tell Uncle Dave goodnight.”
She disappeared around the corner and he sat back, took a few hearty gulps of beer and pondered the freight train that had just run over him.

Chapter Three: The Rest of the Night

Deester stopped beside the bed to decide whether to put on jammies, now that she had left all her clothes in the TV room with Dave. Oh, what the hell, she thought. Dave had already seen her naked tonight, and plenty of times before. And, sleeping nude felt good.
She climbed under a sheet as the dogs jumped in for the night. She lay on her back, thinking how it really had been a wonderful few hours since Dave arrived that afternoon.
All the kissing, hugging, dancing and then seeing Dave naked had her tingling a bit, some of her feelings coming back.
She felt wet, moved her hand down and slid a finger inside “just to be sure.”
Yep, it was wet. She knew Charlie liked to see her lick her finger, so she did. Yep. It was still sweet.
Dave laid on the couch, still hard, his balls starting to really ache. He pulled Dee’s wad of clothes to his face and smelled her scent. He sniffed her black stocking and thought of those legs, and the taste of those toes. That orange sure was hot on her toes.
He cupped her bra over his face like a mask and thought of tonguing and sucking her nipples, hearing her moan.
This was not bad. He covered his face with the orange panties and could smell her cunt juices. Goodness, they were a bit<b> damp. </font></b>He wondered, damp?
He thought about how her pussy tasted like nectar from honeydew.
He could beat off, or he could give it one more shot. What was there to lose? The worst she could do was sending him back to the couch.
Dee lay in bed, restless with the gradual return of her feelings. She considered getting up and inviting Dave to bed. She thought better of it, turned on her side and decided to sleep and see what the morning light would bring.
But, she couldn’t sleep, staring at the light coming from the TV room. Suddenly, there was the shadow of Dave. Her heart raced for a moment, but she figured he was going to pee, or maybe beat off. Perhaps she could listen.
But, his hulking silhouette did not turn toward the bathroom. He was coming into the bedroom, so she closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.
He approached the bed.
“Dee, are you awake? I really can’t sleep on that couch,” he said meekly.
She opened her eyes, as if startled. Even in shadow she could see his cock was sticking out straight, hard; and there was a shiny glint.
It was only a foot from her face as she pulled up on one elbow and said, “Whatttt?”
“Can I sleep in the bed? I promise to be good,” Dave said.
“From the looks of that thing, you aren’t planning to be good,” she said, reaching out and giving his 7-iron a yank.
He dropped to his knees, hiding his iron cock from her view and nearly begged, “Can I? I swear I’ll be good.”
She thought for a moment, then smiled and patted the other side of the bed.
“But only if you and that thing can behave,” she said rather matter-of-factly.
He jumped to his feet and scurried around the bed, lifted the shift and hopped in before she could change her mind.
“Thank you,” he said, settling on his back, their arms touching.
She glanced over and said nothing. His cock was straight up and the sheet looked like a tent.
He reached under the sheet, grasped her hand. She hesitated, thinking, “Here we go.”
But he pulled her hand to his face, giving it a kiss.
“Well, you can put your arm around me and cuddle,” she offered, putting her head on his shoulder as he slide his arm around her neck and turned toward her.
He pulled her head toward his face and they kissed, this time slowly, softly, licking and probing and within a few minutes, sucking on each other’s tongues.
His left hand was above the sheet, which stretched to just above her breasts. He rubbed her bare shoulder and nothing else as they kissed.
He was being quite the gentleman, she thought.
She turned toward him and rubbed her knee against his thigh. Her toes were wiggling. She could feel his rock-hard cock brushing against her leg, but again, she said nothing.
This was some really fine making out, she thought.
But, it was time to cool her and Dave Boy off. She pulled back.
“That was awesome,” she said. “But we need to get some sleep. Big day tomorrow.”
She turned on her side, facing away from him
“You can still cuddle me,” she said.
He wrapped his bear arms around her, not trying to rub her tits, and they settled into quiet for a bit.
Then it was Dave’s turn to pull free.
“Dee, I am sorry, but this is driving me crazy,” he said. “I’ve got to go take care of business or I’ll never go to sleep. And, I’ll bug the hell out of you all night.”
“Ok, sweetie, you go do what you need to do,” she said, appreciative of his honesty.
He headed for the front bathroom and she lay there watching him walk past the bed and into the light again, feeling the tingle in her pussy increase.
She leaned forward in the bed, an ear toward the bathroom. In a few moments, she heard a ‘uuuuuuu, uuuuuuu” sound.
Dee had heard that sound before. But, it had been on the telephone. It excited her and she climbed from bed. She wanted to see. She would pretend to be going for a drink.
There he was, naked guitar-boy hunched and jacking that big dam cock of his.
She stopped at the door. “Don’t stop, baby.”
He looked at her and continued to jerk.
She leaned against the door frame, parted and angled her legs with her left foot on tip-toes.
Dave’s jerking became intense as he stared at her, from her sensual, teasing smile to her orange-painted toes.
She rubbed her tits with one hand and with the other hand she reached down, parted her soft cunt lips and slid a finger inside.
“Deeeee, I’m going to cumm,” Dave gasped as he stroked faster.
“You cum baby, you cum,” she said, fingering herself. “Oh, and by the way, my horny is back.”
His eyes went wide and wild as he shot off - the initial blast squirting against the shower door in front of him. He continued to jerk and shoot, on the floor and finally on his thighs.
“Baby, Baby. Davester, that was impressive,” she said, breathing hard. “Woww. I always wondered what it looked like when you did that over the phone.”
With that, she went toward the kitchen.
Now, she really needed that drink.
She also grabbed a cold beer, figuring he needed one.
For the second time tonight, he had watched her round naked butt walk away.
She came back to bed and he was lying on his back again, no tent in sight, although she could see a mound under the sheet, that big fat cock of his at rest.
He was smoking one of his large, tightly-wrapped Plum cigars from Honduras; thankful as she handed him a cold Miller Lite, while she crawled back under her side of the sheets.
She lite a cigarette and sipped her Scotch. They talked about the evening and how this had been so incredible, fun and sexy, but not what either one had expected 12 hours before.
She leaned on her side as they talked and talked, about everything from his Sister Alma stories and his pride and joy motorcycle, to funny building inspection stories; her beach store, beach tailor, vagabond apartment dweller Jeremy, and of course, her lover Charlie.
They laughed and talked and this time he went for refills on the drinks. A short time later, she was amazed to see that the sheet tent was literally rising again.
“Dam, he is either Super Man or those pills are wonder drugs,” she thought.
“Baby, are you getting excited again,” she asked in her schoolgirl voice, reaching over and feeling his once-again hard cock through the sheet.
“That would be El-Corecto,” he said. “Dee, you just make me crazy.”
She slid the sheet back and marveled that yet again, his 7-Iron was totally erect.
The Deester was wet, hot and horny. What the hell.
They kissed again and she lowered her head and began licking and kissing his chest, making her way down his torso.
She wrapped her hand around it, pulled up on her knees and bent over, licking the head again - as she had done in the cab.
But this time, with no mouthy cabbie to interrupt, she wrapped her lips around the head, licking and sucking it inside her mouth, her tongue running over his slit and all around the rim.
He moaned and offered no resistance, rubbing her tits and letting his hands slid down toward her cunt.
She was enjoying his taste, the head of his cock going in and out of her mouth as she stroked him with one hand and rubbed his balls with the other.
He ran his fingers between her legs, parted her lips with no objections and inserted his middle finger inside. He used his thumb to rub her clit while he finger fucked her.
She began moaning and quickly a wave of shivers ran through her body as her cunt responded to his fingers.
She began stroking him quickly, tonguing his cock head each time it slide between her lips, a bit further into her mouth.
Their breathing intensified and within moments her hips were slamming against his finger, which was hitting the back wall of her cunt.
At the same time, she could feel his balls tightening and knew he was about to cum.
She stroked him harder and kept her lips tightly wrapped on his cock head, tonguing it furiously.
She did not want to miss a chance to taste his cum.
She didn’t.
As she beat his cock harder and harder, he gasped and bucked upward. His cum blasted a sudden and hot spurt inside her mouth. She ran her tongue all over the head and the rim as he fucked her mouth, the bursts of cum pouring in.
It brought another orgasm for her and the wave of satisfaction was intense and total for them both.
Her mouth was full of his hot, tart cum, some of it dribbling out the sides of her lips.
Wow, it had been more powerful than she expected and there was so much cum.
She let some run down on his cock and then licked it back into her mouth again. He had a nice taste.
His fingers continued to rub her pussy and she came again.
Then, she fell back beside him.
“Wowwww,” she panted.
“Oh, dammm wow,” Dave said, also breathing hard as the wave of his orgasm ran through his body. He had imagined and fanaticized, but never realized that cuming in her mouth would be so awesome. Another Best in My Life experience, he thought.
He took a long breath, and then pulled her close, kissing her.
She was happy that he kissed her with his cum still in her mouth. How thoughtful, how loving.
He wrapped his arms around her and this time; they did drift off to sleep.

Chapter Four: The Awakening

“Dee, Dee, you with us?”
It was Dave’s voice and she looked over at him, sitting on her couch.
“Baby, you were off somewhere else,” laughed Charlie, sitting on the other couch.
She realized she had been daydreaming.
“Oh, I was just letting my mind wander,” she cooed as she looked back and forth at her two favorite men.
She gathered her thoughts, remembering that Dave had arrived and Charlie had come over while she was reading Dave’s Sister Alma story.
“This is really good,” she said. “Dave, you are a good writer, too.”
“Well, I’m no Hall,” he replied, to which Hall said, “Oh, please.”
Charlie marveled at her from the other couch. He had seen her that morning, sexy and hot in her jammies.
Now, she was decked - those orange-painted toes adorned in sparkly flip flops, leading to legs wrapped skin-tightly in orange leggings. He knew she wasn’t wearing panties.
She had on a light-colored loose top, cut deep in the front, showing skin and cleavage with her neck jewelry against her skin. No bra either.
Wow, he thought. And those red lips and red hair. He felt a riser in his pants and was envious of Dave. She had told him that morning she was undecided about having sex with Dave this visit.
Her outfit told him otherwise.
They all chatted for awhile and Charlie got up and kissed Dee.
She knew the drill. You-know-who would be home soon and he had to leave.
“Hope you all have a good cookout and I will call later,” he said, closing the door behind him.
At that point, Dee was still actually not sure if she would let Dave have his way with her. She was pondering.
Dave peered to his right, watching Hall walk out and latch the outside gate behind him.
Dee gave him an impish smile.
“Well, I am glad you boys got to see each other,” she said, taking a sip of her drink.
Dave leaned and gave another look though the windows of the door.
He reached down and unzipped his pants and out sprang his 7-iron - rock hard and at attention.
“Oh my,” cooed Dee. “Woww. Was that in there all this time?”
Her indecision was over. Seeing Dave’s big cock for the first time in months put an end to that. She knew she wanted it.
“Sure was baby,” Dave replied, stroking it gently. “Want to give it a little kiss?
“I could do that,” she said, sitting down her drink and sliding beside him on the couch.
She wrapped her small fingers around the huge cock and bent over, giving a kiss, then licking the head, running her tongue around it. She could see and taste his precum.
He rubbed his fingers though her hair, pushing her forward just slightly.
She pursed her lips and sucked and sucked several times, then opened her mouth and let the head slide in.
She wrapped her lips around it and sucked and sucked it some more until she heard Dave moan.
“Lock that door,” she said, letting the head slide from her mouth. “Let’s go to bed.”
She got no resistance from Dave, who sprang to his feet and went to secure the door as she snatched her drink and headed toward the bedroom.
She kicked off her flip-flops and hopped into bed, as Dave stode into the bedroom, his big cock still protruding from his pants.
He came to the bedside and she leaned forward, reaching for him.
“Let me let help you with that,” she said, unbuckling his pants and sliding them down his thighs.
His cock was hard and in her face and she kissed it again, sliding the head inside her lips for a second time.
“It does fit,” she thought.
She rub her hands up and down his hard legs and butt, letting her fingers wander upward inside his thighs. They found his balls, hanging and she cupped them in her hands, rolling them around and squeezing them.
She sucked the head of his cock for a bit and allowed several inches to invade her mouth.
She wondered what it would feel and taste like for him to cum in her mouth. But first, she wanted that huge cock inside her cunt. There would be time later for him to cum in her mouth.
Then he pulled back and moved onto the bed, grasping her legs as he moved between them.
He reached for her hips and began pulling her tights down, sucking on the toes of her right leg as he did.
As with everything Dave did to her, he was aggressive, licking and sucking her toes hard, his tongue running hard and quickly between them.
She gasped as he pulled the first side of pants off her feet and then he pulled her feet together and sucked her left toes as he finished the job and flipped the leggings away.
She had sat with her legs crossed while Charlie was there, so as the boys would not see there was a wet spot in her crotch.
Now, the pants gone, she could feel the air on her pussy and it felt, well, marvelous.
Dave, without warning, abandoned sucking her toes and kissing her feet and his head dove directly between her legs. His tongue attacked her wet, open pussy, plugging inside and tongue-fucking her to her first orgasm since they had fucked with her on top months before.
He went for her clit with equal veracity, sucking and biting it. She came again, her hips bucking toward his mouth.
He was proud of his efforts, then moved her up body and they kissed and rubbed for a bit.
“Oh, I have missed you,” she moaned.
“Same here,” he said, breathing deeply.
He moved his mouth to her neck and then to her tits, where he sucked them hard, more so than she had remembered him doing before. It was nearly painful, but a pleasure that brought her to a second orgasm as he alternated chewing on each nipple.
He again pulled back, this time repositioning to fuck her.
He ran the head up and down her slit and she pulled her legs up to accept.
But, as he pushed inward, it didn’t go.
He repositioned and tried again, but again, she buckled her legs.
“We need vasoline,” she laughed.
“What?’ Dave questioned. “You got some tight pussy baby. But, I haven’t used vasoline since high school.”
“Charlie and I used it the first two months we were together,” she said.
“Really,” he laughed. “Well, if it takes vaoline, where is it?”
“In the bathroom. It will take you forever to find it,” she said, sliding out of bed and scampering off to retrieve the lubricant.
She returned and handed him the jar, laying on her back, while he applied the jell to her needy cunt.
He lubed her well and slid a large finger inside her and went in and out several times to make sure her cunt was ready.
She then dabbed her hand inside the jar and rubbed the jell up and down his cock. Stroking it as it was slicker and slicker just made her hotter for the idea that it would soon be parting her cunt lips and sliding inside.
He did just that, entering her with no resistance and it felt so good, although she had forgotten how dam big he was. It stretched her cunt lips as it entered and moved inside her and toward the back of her cunt.
He fucked her slowly and her legs moved slightly up, feet resting on the back of his thighs.
He was on his knees, and arching his back, his ass moved rhythmically as he moved in and out of her cunt, like the piston of a high-powered engine churning toward full throttle.
Dave was being gentle, although she knew that would not last.
Sure enough, he began surging his big cock deeper inside her and she could feel the head hitting the back of her cunt.
Her legs moved up onto his back as her legs spread and he plunged totally inside her.
“Ummm mmm, Ummm huh, oh yes, oh yes, yes yes yes,” told him she was enjoying.
He began to fuck her deep and deeper and harder and her ummms turned louder and eventually to “Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”
His cock was stretching her cunt and it was slamming against the very back of her cunt. She began arching her hips upward to meet his plunges. It felt as though he might split her in two as she came and then came again.
He fucked her for quite awhile until her thrashing and screams and apparent orgasms overtook his control.
As she bucked and yelled Fuck Me Harder and had her biggest orgasm yet, he lifted himself up and plunged violently into her cunt, quickly and hard - and as his balls tightened, he came in quick hot spurts.
She had felt it coming and looked at him and saw that he looked dazed and far away.
She knew that was the look of passion and as he collapsed.
Wow, she thought. Glad he pulled his cock out.
She decided she would hide his pants for the rest of the weekend.



Chapter One: They Meet Again

The wind felt good in Dave’s face as he moved through the gears while his glistening plum-colored and road-powerful 1100cc Yamaha gained speed heading east on U.S. 70 - destination New Bern and a relaxing weekend with a good-looking redhead.
Two hours away, the red-head was also feeling upbeat, although a bit anxious. Dave was one of her two favorite men, the other being her next-door neighbor and lover Charlie.
The “boys” were best friends from high school and both had a delightfully wild and sometimes whacky sense of humor.
They were also both wonderful lovers.
From talking with them, she knew they had played football and track together, grew up a few miles apart and played basketball at what Charlie called “the Bill’s Food Center Gang” goal at the local grocery store.
They drank together like boys do, then became regulars at Floyd’s, a poker house run by a lonely old man who opened his doors up after his wife died.
After Dave was in the “war” - mainly getting drunk, stoned and having fun in Tailand - he came back home and he and Charlie lived together. Hall got him a job working free as a radio announcer and later hooked him up with a part-time weekend paying gig with the daily newspaper.
When Charlie was “homeless” a few years later, Dave and his new wife gave him a place to stay.
45 years later, they were still best friends.
As Dave made his way along the flat countryside leading toward the coast, he had plenty of time for thought, cruising along on an early Saturday morning ahead of the weekend beach traffic.
His thoughts were about the red-head, whom he fondly had nicknamed The Deester.
He had met her on the telephone through Charlie, trading flirty talk at times. He had heard plenty about their relationship, which was sometimes a circumstantial roll-coaster. He had chalked that up to the next door proximity. He knew from talking to her that she was a gem - a smart and knowledgeable woman who could challenge his intellect.
And, Charlie’s description of how she looked - short, shapely and cute - made him yearn to meet her.
The fact that Charlie had told him of their lovemaking - how she was limber, multi-orgasmic and had the sweetest-tasting pussy he ever had - left Dave with more than just a meet-the-neighbor interest.
The added fact that Charlie also told him her pussy was as tight as a only intensified 62-year-old Dave’s interest.
As the miles piles up under Dave and his prize bike, he was taking short puffs off his large imported cigar, feeling growing movement in his pants while thinking about Dee.
He remembered the first night he met her, impulsively running across the yards from Charlie’s house to hers. He had hoped for a few drinks and maybe a kiss and a possibly a lucky feel.
He got that and more, staying the night, kissing her goodbye the next morning after the third or fourth time he had fucked her.
He remembered thinking he might have a chance at eating her pussy after she let him suck her toes, painted red; each one succulent.
As he rode, his cock bulged while recreating memories and images of how sweet her pussy was when she first let him put his mouth on it
It was so much better than Charlie had described in a general terms.
It was so sweet, so tight as he plunged his tongue inside the first time - like a man devouring his last meal.
She had responded with moans and bucked her small hips up against his face; coming twice.
Then, she finally pulled him toward her and let him slide his rock-hard cock inside and fuck her slowly at first and then faster and faster.
She had cum five times before he shot his cum inside her. They had another passionate fuck session later that night and again when they awoke the next morning.
That night and the next weekend - when he returned and he and Charlie both spent the weekend with her - had been the two best nights of his life. And, he had enjoyed some good nights.
His cock was now so hard it was hurting and he had gotten so excited thinking about her that he looked down and saw he was running 90 mph.
He let off the gas with his right hand, the same one he stroked his cock with talking to her on the phone.
He decided he had better concentrate on the countryside, driving his bike and arriving there in one piece.
Meanwhile in New Bern, the Deester was busy tiding up her house in anticipation of Dave’s arrival. She was looking forward to a relaxing two days with Dave, who was bringing along some recent stories and poems he had written.
A chance to go out to dinner and some drinks and maybe a show seemed like fun, so normal; something she and Charlie could not do in a small town.
So, there was really nothing for worry. Charlie was comfortable with the visit. And, Dave understood the terms. Although they had had the two previous weekends of hot, marathon sex months earlier; this visit was just as friends.
She had gone through a lot of emotional stress since she had last seen him and decided sex was a back-burner item. Dave said he understood and she was pleased, somewhat surprised in fact that he was OK with just a platonic weekend.
Charlie had understood and now so did Dave. Maybe these Dallas boys were winners after all.
Still, she couldn’t help but think about the obvious - fucking Dave before.
He had been a wonderful and thoughtful lover when he had visited those two times five months ago.
She, too, thought of the first night, how unexpected that had been. She had opened her door to his smiling face and when he left, she could barely open her legs.
It turned out to be a glorious night of uninhibited fucking and very passionate lovemaking.
She had given a bit of thought to him before that first night, but nothing on the scale of how it turned out.
He was a fine kisser, knew all the right places to rub, lick and suck.
In retrospect, she realized that is what can happen when you get in bed together, naked.
After all, she did say yes when he asked if he could take his pants off. And, she had already crawled in bed nude.
She had intended to let him sleep and cuddle with her a bit, but that had gotten beyond any point of return after he began kissing and rubbing her, sucking her tits and then her toes; and finally sliding that tongue of his inside her pussy.
That made her cum several times and knew she had to have his cock as well.
She remembered how surprised she was at the size - long and so, so big around. It had stuffed her completely and the way he used it had made her cum more times than she could remember - even if she hadn’t been drinking.
She remembered that after his marathon plunging in and out of her sopping cunt, it was on fire. The first time his cock was totally swollen and exploded inside her, she came again.
Five months later, she felt her pussy getting wet at the memories as she sat in her favorite TV-room chair, enjoying her first Scotch of the day.
She also recalled that she had intended to tell Charlie about her night with Dave, but thought better of it until he told her he had come by and heard them through the window.
The curse of being loud and vocal, she thought.
But, it had been a special night and all she ever told Charlie was that she and Dave got drunk on Vodka shots, fell naked into bed and Dave sucked her tits and toes and later assured her he had “fucked her brains out.”
This time Charlie was well aware and comfortable about the visit, not for just a spontaneous evening visit, but two days and two nights.
She was soon to find out how this visit would play out, as she was jolted back to reality by a roaring clamor outside.
Dave slowed and wheeled his bike into her side yard, through a small gate, where he parked it beside the house, out of sight from any of the nosy neighbors.
She had worried what would happen when he walked in. After all, the last time she saw him, she had rolled off the top of him after they had simultaneous massive orgasms. He kissed her, dressed and rode away on his bike.
They had talked many times since then, even had some rather satisfying phone sex, but she knew that in person, this time would be totally different.
She wasn’t sure how to dress, but since they had plans to go out for dinner, she went ahead and put on a nice outfit - a semi-low cut blouse and a skirt that came just above her knees, with black thigh-highs her lover had given her.
She wore open-toed shoes that showed off her freshly painted toes. Both boys loved her toes. She always painted them red, but Dave had mentioned he thought orange would be hot, so she had changed colors, at least for the weekend. She needed to throw him a bone.
She had also purchased a pair of T-panties - orange. Although her horny was gone for now, she still liked to feel sexy and special.
She smiled as she pulled them up and over her small butt. Only she and the sales girl knew she was wearing them.
Plus, she thought, as she pulled on her pleated skirt - another Dave idea - if dancing happened to come into play and she was twirled, she wouldn’t be showing off a bare bottom to the crowd.
Knock, Knock.
She had heard the motorcycle and knew it was Dave, but she was still cautious as she unlocked the three-tiers of front-door defense.
She peeked out, the chain still holding the door. There he was, holding a clothes bag and a 12-pack - smiling like a schoolboy.
She let him in and he dropped his bag and gently sat the beer on the carpet.
“Well, Deester, you look fabulous,” he said in his best Fernando Lamas.
“Well, Davester, you look pretty fine, too,” she said, beaming.
“Do I get a hug?” he said, extending his arms.
“You get a big hug and a kiss,” she said, as he wrapped his arms around her and their open mouths met.
It was a slow, sweet kiss, with tongues touching. She had forgotten how big and strong his arms felt around her.
They both rubbed the others’ shoulders and backs as they kissed, before she backed away.
“Woww, that was a nice hello,” she said.
She laughed. “Well, you do remember where the bedroom is don’t you? Put your things in there and I will put your beer in the frig.”
He grabbed his bag and offered, “I am looking forward to tonight. What time do we need to shove off?”
“Oh, pretty soon, if we are going to do dinner and make that 7 o’clock show,” she said.
“Well, let me grab some clothes and shower and, oh, are we driving or cabbing?” he said, as he walked into the bedroom, with a flood of pleasant memories returning.
“We are cabbing,” she said. “You go shower and change.”
She put the beer in the fridge. After a long ride, his beer was not cold. But, she had gotten some and pulled out a cold one and walked to the front bathroom holding it like a present.
He surely was a quick fellow, already in the shower, she thought, as she rounded the corner. She heard the water and he had left the door open. She figured that wasn’t too strange since the last time he had been in the house, he walked around naked the entire time.
She looked through the open door. Dave was in the shower with his back to her, and he was singing. Well, after all, he was a pretty good singer.
She caught herself before laughing out loud, remembering what she had told him the last time he was there.
“You sing pretty well, but you fuck real, real good.”
She didn’t say anything and just listened and watched. She could only see his naked butt and broad shoulders through the shower glass.
She walked back to the TV room, thinking, “Gee, shame that isn’t clear glass.”
Dave emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, dressed and looking very nice in a pair of slacks and a dress shirt. She invited him to the couch where she was sitting and handed him a beer.
“Thank you Dee,” he said, putting his arm around her and giving her another nice kiss.
They smooched a bit, nothing serious and then talked for awhile. She told him about her loss of sex drive and he nodded, sipping his beer, assuring her it was all fine.
They called a taxi and both had another drink. Then came the honk and they departed for the short 2-mile ride downtown.
In the cab, Dave again put his arm around her and this time, she was the one that offered up her mouth.
They kissed again, and then she padded his knee. “Thank you.”
“For what?” he said in mock surprise.
“For being such a gentleman,” she replied, giving him a peck on the cheek.
With some scheduling help from Charlie, they had several ideas for the evening, including an outdoor guitar concert by two women who played acoustic, the same as Dave. Another possibility was the Hilton deck and bars, both of which had live music.
But first, they stopped in Captain Ratty’s, one of downtown’s hotspot restaurants, which was also the only one with a balcony deck. It was a clear warm evening, so they opted for rooftop dining.
Being a gentleman, Dave allowed Dee to go up the steep steps, reassuring her that he was right behind her. Actually he was about three steps back, so that he could get a good view of her legs and cute round butt as she made her way up.
She was savy and realized from experience the gentleman following her up the stairs was also looking at her backside.
Once they were seated and ordered drinks, she asked innocently, “Did you get an eyeful coming up the stairs?”
He laughed and toasted her with an imaginary drink. “Deester, you are one clever woman. Where did you learn that?”
“I’ve been around a bit,” she cooed as he reached over and began rubbing her hand. “So, tell me big boy, what did you see?”
“Oh, I saw a really nice shapely set of legs and I do believe they were wearing thigh-highs,” he said. “And the orange panties go well with your toes.”
She was surprised, not realizing she had given that much of a view.
They continued flirting and talking about a wide range of topics while having a fine dinner.
“You going to walk down the steps backwards in front of me?” she teased as they left the rooftop deck.
They got to the street and it was decision time. It had been a long, leisurely dinner and dusk was settling in, so they opted to skip the outdoor guitar show and head straight for the Hilton.
There was jazz on the deck and they spent an hour, drinking, flirting some more, with a few lean-over kisses.
Dee decided she wanted to dance, so they went inside where a local band sounded pretty good with a combination of beach and old rock.
Charlie had always said he was “the man who can’t dance.” Dave had said he was terrible. Dee never believed either one.
She and Dave began to dance and as she swayed and stepped to the beat, she had to bite her lip as she watched the Davester. Her sure was truthful about not having rhythm.
“How can a guy sing like that and he dances like an android,” she thought, hoping there would soon be a slow dance.
The slow dances came and Dave’s rhythm was much improved. He was also well behaved, only occasionally sliding his hand past her waist to rub her little ass. And once, when they danced very close, he ran his fingers over her breast. As he did, he pulled her tight, his hips pushing against her. She could feel his hard cock, but pretended not to notice.
All in all, she was totally pleased with him. He had rubbed her knee under the table a time or so, but in a soft caring way. And, he didn’t even try to slide his hand up her thigh. Actually, she found herself a bit disappointed at that.
It had been a wonderfully stress-free, relaxed evening. But, being pretty much a gentleman schoolboy, Dave had still managed to make her orange panties<b> damp.
</font></b>The band closed out the evening with a slow song and they danced close and it made her feel tingly. She allowed a lengthy kiss as the music ended.
They found a number of cabs waiting outside the hotel and crawled, laughing from more than a few beers and scotches, into the back seat and told the driver the address.
The driver asked if they minded the radio. They said no.
With some old rock blaring, Dave pulled her close once again and parted her lips with his tongue. She teased his tongue back as he rubbed the back of her neck and held her hand. She didn’t realize he had quietly unzipped his fly as they kissed, releasing his “seven-iron.”
As he rubbed her hand softly, she suddenly realized it had been replaced with a hard cock.
She gasped, pulled back and whispered with clinched teeth, “What ARE you doing?”
“Oh, just a little fun, baby,” he replied innocently.
She couldn’t help laughing at his manner. She also couldn’t help feeling how big his cock felt in her hand. It had been six months. She stroked it a few times.
Dave diverted attention by beginning to talk to the cab driver, while gently nudging her shoulders forward. She knew what he was doing.
She leaned over his lap and it surely was as big and as hard as she had remembered. She was tempted to give it a bite and make him yell - teach him a lesson.
Instead, she extended her tongue and licked around the head, which was wet from excitement.
She might have done more, but the cabbie announced, “Well, I think this is your street - Wilson, right?”
She pulled upright and Dave quickly re-zipped his pants.
They unloaded in front of the house and Dave went around to pay the cabster.
As he walked back to Dee, she had her hands on her hips.
“What the hell was that?” she said, trying to sound stern and pissed.
“Oh, just some spontaneous fun,” Dave said, putting his arm around her waist as they walked toward the door.
“Well, I was going to let you sleep and cuddle with me tonight, if you were good,” she said, as she turned the key and went inside. “After that stunt, I think you are going to spend the night on the couch.”
“Ah, Dee, it was all just good fun,” Dave protested. “Wasn’t that wild? The cab driver didn’t suspect a thing. Let’s go have a drink. You know, this has been a wonderful evening.”
She thought for a moment. Yes, it had been. She hadn’t had so much fun in a long, long time.

Chapter Two: The Night Ahead

They came into the house and she accepted his offer to fix her a scotch while he got a beer.
She took off her shoes, wiggled her toes and settled into her in her favorite chair, with her babies -Patches and Sou-Ling - begging for attention.
Dave brought her drink and sat down on the couch. He was like a boy who knew he had done a bad thing, fumbling with his words.
She had been thinking while he had fixed drinks.
“Oh, you don’t have to apologize,” she said. “You were just being, well, Dave. But, I do want you to do something for me.”
His eyes widened and he was eager as the puppies are over carrots.
“You name it Dee,” he said.
“Well, I want you to put this around your head,” she said, lifting her butt and sliding her orange panties down her legs, dangling them for a moment on her feet as she wiggled and curled her orange-painted toes in his direction. Orange still looked sparkly through black stockings.
“You look cute with my panties around your head. You remember that, don’t you?” she asked, in reference to his making a head band of her red panties during the afternoon of his last visit.
“Oh, I would love to do that,” he said, reaching for them and then rubbing them over his face, before putting them around his head. He beamed.
“How do they look?”
“That is pretty hot,” she said. “Now, I want you to get naked, but stay on the couch.”
“Whatever you say baby,” he exclaimed. “You know I am your love slave.”
He began stripping off his shirt and she couldn’t help but admire his large hard muscles.
As he began to slide his pants down his legs, she had another command.
“I want you to sit there and do a dramatic reading of your story about Carleton the cat,” she said.
She reached to her chair-side table and handed him the printed copy.
He took it, looking confused. His pants were halfway down.
“Now, I want you to read it….and NOT get a hard on,” she said, pulling her legs up into her chair, allowing him an unobstructed view of her now bare pussy.
“If you can do that, without getting a hard-on, you get to come to bed with me and just cuddle and sleep. A hard-on, well, that means you sleep where you sit.”
Dave eased his pants down his legs and realized he needed to look away from her smiling face and that pussy. It seemed to be smiling at him, too.
“Can I just leave my underwear on,” he asked.
“Oh, no. Off with it, all of it. In fact, stand up and take it off and turn around so I can see everything, including those pink balls,” she teased with her wicked smile.
Dave did so reluctantly, breathing slowly to try and keep his cock in control.
He sat back down and began reading, quickly.
“Slow down and read it with feeling and let me soak in the humor,” she said, taking a sip of her drink and kissing Patches on the head. “You sing well. I am sure you read well.”
Dave read, but suddenly the words he had thought to be so funny and clever were now long and torturous.
She laughed as he read, because it really was witty.
“Now, now Dave Boy, look at me some while you read,” she taunted, moving her butt closer to the edge of her chair, and letting her legs fall wide.
Dave almost made it through the story - why had he written so much, he thought.
He had maintained a cock that was only slightly hard - until she parted her legs, and then it happened.
His cock jumped toward the ceiling as though it was spring-loaded.
“Well, we will have to finish the story in the morning,” she said, closing her legs and sitting back, legs crossed. “You have failed…ahhh.”
As he laid the papers down and reached for his beer, she stood up and began slowly peeling off her sexy black thigh-highs. Then came her blouse, bra and finally her skirt. She wiggled her hips and it fell to the floor.
His beer was still clutched in his hand as he looked and found himself breathing with an open mouth.
She bent forward, rolled the clothes into a ball and tossed them to him.
“There, maybe this will make a nice pillow,” she said. “But, don’t you dare cum on them.”
With that, she turned and walked toward the bedroo

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