I was still without sleep when the morning finally came, but nothing could erase the smile from my face that day.
By nine o’clock my car was all packed, and I could hardly believe that I was finally walking out the door on my way to this long-desired rendezvous. All I had to do now was to get a little gas in the car and I would be on the road, on my way to my sweet lover and two days of what I had no doubt would be happy surprises. I knew there would be plenty of those. How he thought of the things he did to surprise me, to comfort me, to bring a smile to my face, was beyond me, yet it just seemed to come naturally to him.
Once I was on the road I called him to let him know I was on my way. I could hear the smile in his voice, the smile I could not wait to see. I kept hearing that smile as I followed the directions to our rendezvous point.
As I reached the parking lot in which we were to meet, I thought for sure that if I looked into my rearview mirror I would find André behind me, another little surprise to put a smile on my face. But when I pulled into the lot he wasn’t there. Probably doing something special for me, I thought, but I longed to see him. I began to dial his cell phone number, and then I saw him out of the corner of my eye, ready to turn into the parking lot. His presence always drew my eyes like a magnet; I could spot him anywhere.
He pulled his car in beside mine, and it took everything I had to restrain myself from attacking him right there in the parking lot. He smiled at me brilliantly, but all he said was, “Follow me,” and I did. He knew I would follow him anywhere.
He found the place in much less time than it would have taken me. I’m sure I could never find it even now, because I wasn’t concerned with what roads we were taking; I had other things on my mind. At the cabin we hastily unloaded our cars and carried everything inside. André immediately put some music on and opened us a couple of beers. I could see the way he was looking at me, right there in the kitchen, and I loved the fact that after all these years he still wanted me as badly as the first time he’d had me. As he handed me my beer he leaned in to kiss me.
I knew he was ready to start right then and there. After all, I had been ready for days. André wanted my clothes off right away, and he proceeded to hasten that process. He knew what was under my clothes, too. He knew I would be wearing a thong, and he wanted to see it without delay. He was kissing me, and I kissed him back. I felt his hands reach back to my zipper. Then I felt the zipper slowly being pulled down, inch by inch, and his hands gently tugging my blouse off my shoulders. I shivered as I felt my skirt slip slowly down my legs. Every part of my body began to tingle in reaction to something as simple as his taking off my clothes, piece by piece.
Now his hands were at the small of my back, slowly working their way down. I could feel my legs weakening, and my arms seemed to be floating. It was as if I were on a love high, and I probably was. My heart was racing and my head was spinning. This man made me feel so loved. And that made me love him even more.
Everything seemed to be moving in erotic slow motion, but then suddenly I was jolted back to reality as André stepped away from me with a smile. He always loved to tease me, to tantalize me, as well as himself. As eager as he had been a minute ago, now he decided he wanted to watch me walking around in my underwear, to heighten the erotic anticipation. So all of a sudden I found myself putting away the groceries in my bra and thong.
André took out his video camera and took pictures of me as I did this. I was self-conscious but still excited. My thong was wet and my nipples made little points in my bra as I walked around that kitchen. After a while André put down the camera and took off his clothes.
The sight of his naked body, and especially of his hard cock standing up like a flagpole, made my knees weak, and I had to sit down. André came over and stood before me. His awesome, straining, dripping cock was in front of my eyes, and my head was swimming. My mouth opened automatically to take him inside, but he leaned down to kiss me instead, his hand beneath my chin tilting my head up, his open mouth coming down onto mine. I moaned into his mouth as our tongues met, dancing, swirling, caressing each other. Then his hands were beneath my arms, lifting me up to him.
I can’t remember how we got to the living room. I was in a fog, the fog he put me in every time he touched me—or even when I saw by the look on his face that he was just thinking of touching me. All I know is that the next thing I remember is sitting on the couch, with him sitting before me on the edge of the coffee table. Still naked. Still hard. Still awesome. And still wanting me.
He didn’t stop me this time as I leaned forward and licked his stiff dripping pole, licking off the precome that was oozing from the tip and running down the shaft. I was in heaven, and I could hear his deep breathing as he watched me please myself by pleasuring him. A soft moan escaped his throat, and I moaned in turn as I took him between my lips. I felt his body become tense as I took him deeper into my mouth. I knew that if I took him into the back of my throat it would drive him wild, and he would not be able to resist fucking me at last. Sometimes it is easier for me to do this than other times, but now I was determined, and I slid off the couch onto my knees to get a better angle.
I knew damn well his wife never did this for him. Bleached blonde high-society bitch with tits like prunes, if she ever found herself with a cock in her mouth she would have a heart attack. If she ever swallowed anything bigger than a piece of asparagus she would choke to death. Sometimes I wished … But I put those thoughts out of my mind to concentrate on what I was doing. His quickened breathing and his moans spurred me on, and I opened my throat as wide as my heart and took him in.
He was hunching now, fucking my throat, and I loved it. Even though I wanted him to fuck me, I was praying for him to come this way, shoot his wonderful jism into my gullet and let me drink it down. I could always make him hard again.
Then I felt his hands at my back, struggling to unhook my bra. When he got it unfastened those hands slid beneath me and cupped my breasts, squeezing them in rhythm with his cock fucking my mouth. I was moaning continuously around his hard flesh. God, I wanted to taste his come! But it was not to be, not now. He pulled away from me, and as I looked up at him I saw the wildness in his eyes. The next thing I knew we were both on the couch, and his mouth was on my tits as he pulled off my thong. His tongue found each nipple, and he was sucking them, moving from one to the other, stirring things inside me I’d never quite felt before.
How could this be, after knowing him so long and so intimately? Part of it was the fact that this time we had two whole days ahead of us, instead of a stolen hour or two. And it had only just begun.
He had my thong off now, and he pushed me back on the couch, spreading my legs to see every part of me, to taste what he loved so much to savor. His tongue danced on my pussy, his lips nibbled at my clit. His eyes peered up at me from between my legs, watching my twisting face as he pleasured me. He loved doing this, I knew, but he couldn’t wait anymore, he had to be inside me.
He moved up over me and we uttered simultaneous moans as he entered me. He felt so wonderful inside me. His cock filling me up. Making me cry out as he moved in and out of me, slowly, just the way I liked it. Of course he would do that. He did anything and everything to please me. I could hear the sound made by the wetness between my legs as he pumped rhythmically back and forth in my squirming pussy. I didn’t know how he could hold out for so long, but I could not. My body stiffened and I screamed out as my orgasm washed over me. We were alone there, isolated, I didn’t have to be quiet now. No neighbors would complain, no hotel personnel would be coming to investigate. So I screamed out my joy to the unhearing world as I convulsed in pure delicious ecstasy.
I was still moaning in the exquisite aftermath of my orgasm as André picked me up in his strong arms and carried me into the bedroom. Placing me on the bed, he stood over me, his wonderful cock standing up like a lighthouse. All I wanted at this point was to feel the weight of his body lying on top of me. To feel his warmth, to feel his whiske
rs brush my skin as he attempted to kiss every square inch of me, to feel his hardness nesting between my thighs. To be able to feel those things every day was really my impossible dream, but at that moment I was living in my dream world.
I heard myself whimpering with need and anticipation as he climbed onto the bed. But instead of covering me with his body he crouched between my legs and again started using his tongue on my crotch, because he knew I loved it. But what I loved even more came a few minutes later, when he crawled to the top of the bed to bring me what was mine. He put it in my mouth and thrust slowly in and out, pulling out all the way and once or twice missing my mouth on the downstroke, so that it rubbed against my cheek. But he put it back in and continued to thrust until he was ready to explode in my mouth. But he didn’t. Instead he backed away, his sweet dick trailing down along my body as it made its way to the hot wet spot between my legs. He entered me with ease and began to move, slowly at first, but soon faster and harder, until I moaned out that I was going to come. He moved harder and deeper, and I cried out as I matched his rhythm stroke for stroke until my whole body exploded.
Again I was mystified by his ability to restrain himself from releasing everything he had inside me. But I knew he would do it when he was ready. And minutes later he took me again, this time from behind. It was just about my favorite position, and I knew he liked it, too, as he could more easily watch himself going in and out of me. His breathing was ragged now, and I was certain that this was the way he was going to give me his jism at last, but I was wrong again. He pulled out with a grunt, turned me over onto my back and entered me again, pulling my legs over his shoulders and pressing them back until I could feel them against my breasts.
Now he was ready to let go; I could see it in his eyes, feel it in his movements. Incredibly, his cock felt even harder and longer inside me, and I could feel every inch. He raised himself slightly on his knees so that he could get more friction, his cock now rubbing against my clit with every stroke. I felt another orgasm coming on, and I didn’t have to tell him because he knew. He thrust harder and harder until he came, and our shouts of fulfillment sounded together in the otherwise quiet room.
And this was just the first three hours of our two and a half days together!
—E.D., Bennington, Vermont
If She Greets You in a Towel, That’s Probably a Good Sign
I had been working with Tricia for two years and had developed a kind of crush on her, because she was really hot. So when the company sent the two of us to New York to attend a technical seminar, I was excited. I didn’t really expect anything much to develop, but you never know.
I got even more excited when it turned out that there had been some kind of mix-up with our hotel reservations. It was a busy week, and the hotel only had one room available, so finally Tricia and I agreed to share it. As we took the elevator up to our floor, I was already getting a hard-on just thinking about us staying together.
The room was very nice, and had a terrific view. Tricia said she was going to take a shower, and I headed down to the bar to get a drink. When I got back she was wrapped in a towel and drying her hair with another. Smiling at me, she asked me in a sensual voice if I wanted to go out for a nightcap. She sat down on one of the beds, with her wet legs apart ever so slightly.
I agreed that a nightcap would be a great idea, but first I wanted to see if I was reading her signals correctly. I went over to the bed and stood in front of her, and when she didn’t move I leaned down and kissed her. Her wet lips parted eagerly, and she gasped as my open mouth covered hers. She kissed me back, our tongues entwining in her mouth. She reached for my ass and pulled me to her as we kissed passionately. The towel fell off her body and she wrapped her legs around me as we continued to make out.
After several minutes of wet, hungry kisses we broke for breath. Tricia reached for my pants and stroked me through the fabric, licking her lips and moaning as if in anticipation. I straightened up and let her unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. She pulled them down to my knees and my huge erection popped out, almost slapping her in the face. She gasped, then smiled eagerly and stroked me with her fingernails as she wet her lips in preparation for engulfing my bulging cock. She stroked me for a full minute in front of her face as she continued to roll her tongue across her lips. Then, with a little whimper, she sank her mouth down over my throbbing shaft.
I had often fantasized about her doing just this, but the actual act was even better than the fantasy. Her wet lips massaged the length of my shaft and her tongue worked the underside. She continued to slide her mouth up and down, her head bobbing and her moans getting louder as she sucked. I almost exploded in her mouth, but I held back, knowing that this was just the beginning.
After about ten minutes of sucking I sensed that she was beginning to tire. I was extremely hard, and more than ready to fuck her. I picked her up from the bed and carried her over to the couch on one side of the room. I knelt in front of her, and she spread her legs and rubbed her fingers over her pussy. I watched her fingering herself for a moment, then pulled her hand away and licked her fingers, taking them into my mouth and tasting her juices. Then I wrapped my hands around her legs and tasted her sweet pussy. I worked her clitoris and stuck my tongue deep inside her as she writhed in eager anticipation and begged me to fuck her.
The couch was really too narrow for comfortable fucking, and I thought of taking her back to the bed, but we didn’t get that far. She fell on top of me and we grappled there on the floor, our bodies writhing together as we kissed torridly. I finally got on top of her, and her legs opened and wrapped themselves around my body. My stiff dick slid inside her like magic, and then we were humping away like two wild animals. She came twice before we settled down into a more coordinated rhythm, but she still fucked me as eagerly as ever, until I exploded into her with a loud groan.
“Damn,” I said when I could speak again. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
“Then I guess it was lucky for you that our reservations got screwed up, huh?” Tricia murmured.
“Yeah,” I said. “I wonder how that happened.”
Tricia gave a little giggle, then leaned over and kissed me. “Silly,” she said. “I was in charge of making the reservations, didn’t you know?”
—J.N., Little Rock, Arkansas
He Thought She Was the Sexiest Girl in Italy, Till He Met Her Mother
I had been traveling through Italy with an old buddy of mine, and we had arrived at a small town on the south coast, with the intent of crossing over to spend a few days in Sicily. However, my friend had met a young Neapolitan model while sunbathing on the beach, and had decided to shack up with her for a few days at her apartment, so I was left to go on alone. To this end I went to the local travel agency early one morning to arrange my passage, and was greeted there by one of the most attractive women I had ever done business with.
She was a slight girl, about five feet five, with a face that could launch a thousand ships, and her lovely slim figure was clothed in a way that showed about as much skin as she could get away with in a place of business. Her top was cut so low that when she leaned forward to hand me a brochure I had a perfectly clear view of her small naked breasts and perky nipples. The top ended about six inches below her tits, revealing an expanse of flat tanned belly. The waist of her pants was a mere two inches or so above her crotch. It was clear that to wear her pants that low she would have to shave her pubic hair, and I became erect just thinking about it.
Although I am a man in my 50s and have been around a bit, I had seldom been so affected by such a visual experience. I was so taken with her that when she took my documents into a back room to photocopy them, I followed close behind her, and as she bent across the machine I spooned her body and rubbed my hard cock against the crack of her ass, the top of which was visible.
There was no one else in the office and, due to the early hour, not much action in the street outside, so when she showed no imme
diate sign of resistance, I leaned over and kissed her neck, quickly sliding my right hand up under her top to cup her left breast, while my other hand went down the front of her pants and quickly made contact with her clitoris. As I had expected, her pussy was completely hairless.
The girl, whose name, I later learned, was Rosa, then turned her head to look at me, saying, “What are you doing? I have a boyfriend.” But she said this without passion and without trying to move away, so I placed my mouth over hers. Her tongue quickly met mine, and any protest ended there.
I quickly released her belt and mine, and tugged both pairs of pants down our legs. The dear girl wasn’t wearing any underwear. I bent my knees and set the head of my cock between her very wet cunt lips. Then, flexing my hips, I drove my penis upward until it was buried deep inside her.
We were still leaning over the copying machine as I stroked her vagina walls while clinging with both hands to those perfect little tits. I squeezed the nipples between my fingers, and within two minutes she was climaxing savagely, her knees trembling and her smooth stomach rippling with the orgasmic release she was experiencing.
I moved her quickly to a desk in a corner of the room, and, leaving her pants in a pile on the floor, spread her legs and sank my head between her thighs to eat that pretty shaven pussy and suck up its moisture. She bucked as her second orgasm racked her small body, and while she was still coming I stood up and sank my harder-than-steel dick back inside her dripping sheath. I fucked her as violently as I could, with her feet over my shoulders and her heels digging into my back, urging me on, until I finally came in large spurts within her slippery cunt. She held me inside until she had secured her third climax and had slowly descended from the peak she had achieved.
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