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Vanessa Part II
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Vanessa Part II Then that day happened - we drove out of town and turned onto a desolate dirt road in the woods. And it was on. There was sweat, grabbing and tugging at clothes, and that musk odor humans emit when they are aroused. It was quick, and it was glorious. Then it was over. I was satisfied and pleased that the real thing lived up to all the times we had copulated in my mind, while stroking myself in my chambers. When I dropped her off that day she said, "You know, we can't do that again." I said I understood. And I did. And we didn't fuck again. Until the next time. And the next. It started to be a joke, as she left every time she would say, "You know, we can't do that again." We'd laugh. We were friends. We fucked for sport. It was a wonderful, unusual relationship that we didn't really talk about, but we both knew we liked it just the way it worked out. There was no schedule. It was every couple of months one of us would call and ask if the other was "free for lunch". It was always in the car. Her place could not be used for reasons I understood. My place was way out of town and was frequently in a disheveled state anyway. I got involved with a small group of folks my age who liked to follow the local minor league hockey team. We'd attend the home games, and would gather to watch the web stream of road games at the ancient hotel adjacent to the arena the team called home. There was a room in the basement of the hotel called The Hearth that our group would commandeer for these road games. It was a lot like the common room of a dorm or a very large living room - sofas and recliners all around with a large fireplace blazing. But the fireplace was the only source of heat and it was a pretty large room. It would have been a huge project to run more heat into this old stone building. So the hotel management provided the room with dozens of quilts, blankets and comforters. Folks would just grab one on their way in and drop it in the laundry bin on the way out. It really felt like someone's home, so much so that nobody had a problem moving furniture closer to the fireplace if necessary, and pulling their shoes off and kicking up their feet. I was at The Hearth for an unusual road game because it was played on a weekday afternoon - the word we got was the game time had to be moved up because the road arena needed to be converted for a trade show. So though the drinks were flowing, I was not drinking; I had to preside over court that night. This particular afternoon, she was in attendance. That surprised me but delighted me too. We did not socialize together in public and many people were unaware we even knew each other. We sat on a sofa together and shared a quilt, burrowed in, watching the hometown team surrender goal after goal. During the first period I would occasionally run my fingers up her spine and squeeze her softly at the base of her neck, a way for me to tell her I was glad she was there. At first intermission I situated her in front of me and gave her a back rub. She got up soon after that to go use the restroom. When she came back she sat back down in front of me with her back to me. I looked down the back of her jeans and saw the top of her thong, reached down without even thinking, pulled it and snapped it like a rubber band. It took her by surprise, but the only reaction I got was a slap on the knee. By the second intermission my hands were becoming a little bolder. I would slide my hand gently up her spine, then halfway up her back, trace horizontally, and around the side of her shirt, coming close to touching the side of her breast. I'd run my hand down her back again, then back up, this time moving a little closer. She excused herself to go to the restroom again. I suspected the wine she was drinking was making her need to go often. But she quickly returned and gave me a smile that seemed a little bit wicked. We covered up from neck down again in the quilt. I felt her take my hand in hers and pull it upward. She pressed it against her shirt. I felt my face flush and blood rush to my cock, as I discovered she had gone to the bathroom to remove her bra. She unbuttoned the top three buttons on her plaid flannel shirt and allowed my hand easy access to her smallish but wonderfully well-shaped breast. I pulled it out and as inconspicuously as I could, began fondling and squeezing her nipple, until it was rock hard. Then I went to work on the other. Meanwhile, she was tracing a line over my slacks up my inner thigh, coming dangerously close to the bulge I now sported, and down the inner thigh of my other leg. I took a deep breath, pulled my hand out of her shirt momentarily, stealthily licked my thumb and finger to give them some lubrication, and went back to gently playing with her breasts. By now she was brushing over my cock with her hand. I could not stand it any longer and unzipped my fly, fished down in my boxers and freed my cock from them. She slowly took her thumb and ran it across the head. Then she also got her fingers wet with her mouth, and continued caressing the head of my throbbing rod. I must say I did not know or care how the hockey game was going, and I do not also know if anyone in the room could tell what was happening under our quilt. And I only cared a little, for her sake. I did see there were only two minutes left in the game, so we needed to put ourselves back together. I zipped back up and began paying attention to hockey so I could get rid of my erection. She buttoned back up, kissed me on the cheek, and got up to pay her tab. I went to the restroom. When I came out most of the bathroom pretty much everyone had taken off, and there was no sign of her either. I felt great disappointment, but I also knew she had obligations at home. I looked at my watch. I still had some three hours before I had to report to court. I began to make mental plans for the gym and dinner, when... I saw her leaning against the wall, smiling broadly, dangling what I would later realize was a hotel key from her hand. "Are you in?" she asked. "Pretty presumptuous of you to think I didn't have something to do this afternoon," I quipped. "I had a hunch," she replied. The hotel we were in was built way before the Civil War. The staircases were narrow. We had to climb them single file. I stared at the was her ass swayed as she climbed each stair, imagined myself kissing and biting her on that ass. Her body was magnificent for a woman of any age, but especially for one of our age. She was a casual runner and played tennis twice a week. Her arms were well defined, fair of tone and smooth. I was astonished how her physical<b> appearance </font></b>stirred me as a man. She made me want to hold her as tightly as I could, to be with her, to be in her. We reached the room. The hotel was so old it still employed the old-fashioned metal keys. She turned the lock and took two steps into the room. I followed, she immediately turned around, flung her arms around my neck and kissed me desperately on the mouth. She pressed forward hard, forcing me back into the closed door. I ran my hands up her back, caressing, smiling to myself when I reached the place her bra would normally be. Her tongue flitted on my lips. I opened wider, she allowed herself in. Her breath smelled faintly of wine and wintergreen gum. Her tongue played inside my mouth, then darted out as my tongue followed into her waiting mouth. She moaned and sucked on my tongue, making me moan with her. My hands found the bottom of her shirt and slid inside. I felt her shiver, my hands must have been a little cold. I held them around her waist to warm them up. She had none of that, quickly unbuttoned her flannel shirt and pulled my hands up on her. I pressed, kneaded, caressed, flicked her nipples, hardening them again. All the while we were still kissing, our tongues teasing each other, our mouths locked. She began to undo my belt. I slid her shirt over her shoulders, it fell down to her elbows. She unbuttoned my pants, unzipped me, dropped her arms and her shirt fell completely off. She pulled on both ends of my belt, backing up toward the bed. She sat down, our kissing stopped momentarily. While she pulled my pants down my waist she was staring at my cock, at attention inside my boxer briefs. I was staring at her breasts. Her nipples were a beautiful pink in color and offered a perfect pairing with her hair color. My pants were down around my knees, I stepped out of them. She reached out and gently took my cock and balls into her hands. She played with them ever so gently, the touch of her hands making it feel like she revered what she was holding. I bent at the waist, set my forehead on top of her head, and quietly enjoyed the dick massage. My fingers ran up and down her bare back, tracing her spine, raising goosebumps on her. Her hand was gently squeezing my balls, her finger tickling the sensitive skin between my balls and anus. "OH god," I moaned spontaneously when she touched me there. I took my head off of hers, tilted her chin up, and kissed her. Her mouth opened and my tongue filled the void. She leaned back until she was prone on the bed with her feet still on the floor, me following her, balancing on my hands while our lips tangled furiously. Her hands left my prick and began unbuttoning my shirt from the bottom. I wanted to press my naked chest on hers, the anticipation was making me breathe harder and faster. Finally I was free from the shirt and lay gently atop her, kissing. My lips pulled on her lower lip and sucked it into my mouth where my tongue flicked across it quickly. Our kiss ended and my lips moved to kiss her on the chin. Then under the chin, and sucked on her neck as if I were going to give her a hickey. My tongue slid horizontally over the length of her collarbone. My lips explored the smooth white skin of her upper chest, finally landing on her luscious, perky left breast. I brought it to attention with my lips, teeth and tongue, then sucked on it, eliciting sighs from her. I moved over to give the right nipple the same love. She seemed to like the work on the right one better, as I heard some wonderful moans as I sucked on it. I opened my whole mouth, got as much of the entire tit inside my mouth, and flicked my tongue across that nipple swiftly. I bit the erect nipple softly, received a shiver in response. I did not want to leave these beautiful works of art but there was more to explore. I kissed my way down, across her flat tummy, kissed and ran my tongue across her belly button ring. I reached the top of her jeans. They were already unsnapped. I don't know when she did that. I slowly unzipped. I peeled them down over her hips, revealing the magenta thong she was wearing. I pulled her pants legs down. She raised her legs and I pulled them completely off. Her hand immediately slipped inside the front of her thong, indicating she wanted, needed to be touched, and soon. I placed my hand on the fabric of her thong. It was drenched. I decided this might not be a time to tease. I grabbed the strap at the top of the thong. She lifted her ass, it slid down, she raised her legs and it melted off of her. Her hand went back to her crotch and her index finger began flicking her clit. "I can do that," I purred to her. "Sorry, I'm used to doing it myself," she purred back. She slid up to the head of the bed. I wrapped around her and held her. We were completely nude, in a real bed, for the first time in decades and I wanted to remember every second of the sensation. It felt like every care I ever had in the world had been removed. I held her there for minutes. Her foot was running up and down the length of mine. Even a movement that small was being noticed in my loins. I wonder if she felt the throbbing against her, because her hand went to investigate. She made her thumb and finger into a small "o", placed it atop the head of my cock, and pressed, simulating me entering her pussy. She made it tight and I instinctively pushed through. Her "o" slid down my shaft to the base and tightened hard around it. I moaned and I think it was pretty loud. This woman was driving me insane with desire. I reached between her legs, she spread them wider to open herself to me. I eased my middle finger inside her. It was soaking wet. She shivered, moaned, tightened her grip on my cock. I slipped my ring finger in. Another shiver, another moan and a "God, yes." I pressed my fingers forward. I felt her pussy contract around my fingers. I pulled them out a bit and forced them back in. I wiggled them, she gave me more moans. She released her grip on my cock and focused her attention back on her own clit. I worked on her pussy while she stroked, and I felt the results of our teamwork as inside her pussy she was getting wetter and wetter, and I could feel the juices dripping out. Her breathing became faster and faster, she was fucking my fingers rhythmically and her fingers were playing her own clit like it was an instrument. I felt honored to be allowed to experience this moment with her and as her passion came to a crescendo she made a request. "John, kiss me as I cum." I reached my face up to her and obliged, with our fingers working their magic, her lower body writhing, awaiting explosion. Our lips together did not stop her moans. I felt the tension rising, I could feel her hips also rising, fluids dousing my fingers and hers, and then it happened. I do not mean to brag when I say I have been with lots of women and have seen my share of orgasms. This one was more powerful than any I have ever watched. I was so turned on by watching her cum, her body rocking and feeling the waves wash over her, that now it was all I wanted to do. Make her cum. Again and again. And she let me. She lay on her back with her legs spread wide, my face in her crotch, sucking on her clit. My fingers gently stroked the outside of her shaved patch. I occasionally tongue-fucked her and tasted her pussy juices, still abundant inside her. She came hard when I replaced my tongue with my fingers and went down on her at the same time. When she exploded to me, sometimes she would announce she was going to cum, which was a special turnon for me. Other times she just talked to a particular deity. My favorite was when she said, "Oh god. I hope you can feel me cum. Feel me cum, please. God, feel me cum so hard." I ate her and fingered her, and did some very light ass play, sucked on her tits while exploring her pussy with my fingers, bent her over the bed and fingered, and gave her orgasm after toe-curling orgasm, and I still had not slid my cock into her. I didn't need to. This was better than any cum would give me. And she was in communication with me, she was telling me I was pleasing her, and she was fucking turning her body over to me. I took her into the shower, kissed her under the spray, finally entered her there briefly, thought I was going to cum but didn't. I patted her dry softly with a towel, led her back to the bed, guided her in face down and covered her up with the bedspread to warm up. I went to my briefcase and retrieved some KY Yours and Mine which I keep for masturbation purposes. I poured some of hers on my fingers, and spread her, still face down, and slipped two fingers in. She began to grind on them. With the remaining hand I poured the his onto my erect dick, spilling a lot of it. I took my fingers out of her, pulled her hips up gently, she raised up onto her knees. I positioned behind her and slid my cock into her, and got in as deep as I could go. She arched her hed back as I entered. My hands grabbed her shoulders. One of hers balanced her, and the other was rubbing her clit. I thrust in and out of her and my balls slapped against her hand as I humped. I felt that familiar rise in her breathing again and I did want to feel her cum with me inside her. I told her, "I want to hold still when you cum to feel you." In between "Oh god" she said "yes yes almost". I felt it rising within me too and thought we might cum together but I hoped not yet. I was slapping hard against her ass and pulling her hips into me when suddenly she stopped, held her breath and pressed back hard against me. I felt her tighten and contract on my now-still cock. Orgasm number six or so was fucking amazing. I really felt like I came myself. She fell face first on the bed. I reached down and squeezed her buttock. She rolled up on her side and said something I don't think I heard her say, even in college. "I want to taste your cum." It surprised me but looking back since we started seeing each other we'd never been together in a bed, only my SUV, and only at lunch time. I smiled. "I want you to taste your juice and mine together." "Deal," she said. I sat up in the bed with my back against the headboard. She knelt on top of me, straddled my legs, and lowered herself down on my waiting dick. This was a familiar position since we fucked in a car, but this time there was more room and she was much more ready. I really liked it because it's easy to kiss in this position. We did, deeply, and then we broke and she began moving. She slid up and down on my cock like she was rocking in a chair. She helped herself to her clit some more. She was so experienced at self-stimulation. The friction all along my cock was sensational. I could feel how wet she was again, my balls were getting wet under us. She began to rock harder and faster, we began banging the headboard against the wall. I leaned forward in an effort to stop it. I pressed my palms against the mattress and tried to thrust my hips up to meet her as she slid down my cock. She was talking to god again and I was so turned on. "I'm gonna cum," she shouted. "Cum, please cum on my cock," I exhorted. I felt this one too, both her pussy contracting hard onto my more-than-ready dick, and her fingernails into my shoulders. I looked into her eyes when she came and melted watching her expression of joy and ectasy. As the waves subsided I nodded to her that I was close. She got off, knelt down in front of me, took the head of my cock into her mouth, and began cleaning it off. She took the very tip into her pursed lips and sucked hard. I'm sure she was able to pull out some precum because she smiled sweetly. She opened her mouth wide and took me in most of the way (I'm not large). I felt suction. I could see her cheeks cave in as she sucked. She cupped my balls in one hand. Her mouth went up and down on my shaft, and her other hand went up and down with it. She took her mouth off momentarily and began jacking on my cock."Oh my god!" I cried. She worked my cock like I work it in my chambers when I think about her perfume. She got her mouth back close to me and began to let saliva run out of her mouth onto my dick. She got it all wet and continued jacking me. Her mouth went back on me and her hand squeezed my balls. I felt her suck on me again and her eyes caught mine. That did it. I announced to her. I thought in case she wanted to change her mind about swallowing, and I didn't want to surprise her. I announced again, thrust my hips up toward her waiting mouth, felt my balls contract, and gave her all the cum I had. It felt like I came for a solid minute. Her mouth rode it out the whole way. She kept me in her mouth, softly licking and sucking even as my erection began going down. I stroked her hair, wondering if this was the best moment of my life. I was exhausted, hungry, close to being late for work, but none of that mattered. We finally pulled ourselves apart. I got showered and dressed, re-entered the bedroom. She had only gotten a shirt on. I went in for one more kiss. I told her she would never know what the afternoon had meant to me. She smiled. As I was about to open the door she said, "And hey, John? Why don't you come back after work? We can do that again." |
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