A Weekend with Wendy

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It had been a tiring day at the office. I was anticipating a drink and a quiet evening at home as I left, and remembered that Sally had called and said she was going to be away for the weekend again! This was going to be another one of her all-too-frequent "retreats" that she'd been going to more and more in the past few months. She'd told me that Wendy, the teenager from next door would be babysitting again, and her mother had offered her for the whole weekend if I needed her.

Unbeknownst to Sally -- and Wendy's mother -- the young lady and I had established a very friendly relationship, almost like big brother and little sister.

Wendy had just started her freshman year at college that year and she was starting a fling with a boy she knew. She had always been full of questions when she was growing up, but she's become even more inquisitive since dating this guy.

Frankly, I was more than a little jealous. Driving along, I recalled Wendy growing up and becoming a woman.

Now, I still had visions of those long legs in shorts, her tantalizing, tight ass bent slightly as she diped into the bucket, washing the family car last weekend. I daydreamed my way through those round, firm breasts straining against her t-shirt as she wrung out the sponge and rinsed the car down. Her long, red hair danced as she looked over me on the yard next door and waved.

"Hi, Paul!" she said and energentically trotted over. "It's always so good to see you," she smiled and hugged me.

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Ahhhh, those memories ... driving home and knowing she'd be there.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Mom had told me that Sally and Paul would need me to babysit over the weekend. I'd planned to go to the movies with Brad, but it was cool, and I could use the couple of bucks I'd make. Besides, it was just like being at home over there anyhow.

I guess I'd been watching their kids since eighth grade or so, but it was only once in a while back then. Now it was more and more often. Sally went on a lot of business trips and Paul stayed home. Bad for him. Good for me. I liked hanging out with him.

Paul and I got along really well. I could talk to him about anything and he didn't treat me like a dumb kid like most adults did. He listened to what I had to say. Really listened. And he answered my questions -- even if they were silly. We even talked about sex. Well... not so much when I was younger, but since I was seeing Brad Harding.

I didn't date much in high school and Brad was really the first real boyfriend I'd ever had. Oh, he wasn't my first kiss or anything like that -- but he might just be my first something else. He'd been hinting a lot lately about needs and wanting to take our relationship to another level.

Me, I wasn't so sure. I mean, he was cute and all. And really smart. We got along pretty well, too. But I just wasn't sure if I was ready. The last time we went out, he said he understood if I didn't want to have sex but at least I could blow him. Blow him? I told him maybe next time -- I had to study for a big exam.

Well... here it was. Almost 'next time' and I still didn't know whether or not I wanted to go that far with Brad. I was tired of being a virgin, but I just didn't feel that way about him. I always thought 'firsts' were supposed to be special. I wondered if Brad was special enough.

I needed to talk to someone. Someone who would listen and understand where I was coming from. Paul. Paul would listen and tell me what he thought, too.

 

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I swung into the street and still had a hint of the memory of Wendy washing that car, bent over the bucket, squeezing out the sponge, that gorgeous tight little ass in the air, legs spread a bit and straight ... oh my, the reverie.

And, whipped out of the reverie back to reality, there was her house and then my driveway. I eased up, hit the button for my garage door and slid the car inside. Taking the keys out of the ignition I looked up, and there she was!

Little smile on the face, bronze hair down to her shoulders, she was wearing little low black heels, dark hose up those magnificent crossed legs that went into a skirt that might have been halfway down her thighs, and an off-the-shoulder peasant blouse that highlighted her smooth, unblemished skin and needed those gorgeous orbs that stuck out of her chest! In anybody's book, she's absolutely gorgeous!

"Hi," the smile lit up the dingy garage. "Long day, huh? C'mon -- I have dinner ready and the kids are zonked out after waiting for you. First, though, I bet you want a drink!"

She peeled the jacket off my shoulders as I led the way down the hall toward the kitchen. She was hanging up the coat as I found my glass, the Scotch and the Club Soda. I pushed the glass into the ice dispenser on the refrigerator door and she sidled over.

"Can I have a drink too? I saw some of that nice white wine in the fridge."

"Sure!" Kicking myself for not asking, I reached in and got the bottle of Niersteiner that I keep there for general consumption.

I mixed and poured ... "Kids OK?"

"They're always great! Paul got bleery-eyed in front of the television and Sally asked if she could stay up till you got home. I told her she could and her face lit up, but just for a moment. She was unconscious before the next commercial!"

"I carried her up and Paul trudged into bed by himself. I'm sure they won't be making any noise till at least the morning."

"I wouldn't mind peeking in," I said as I got up.

"Can I come too? I love those kids so much!" and I made roomm for her to lead the way up the stairs.

My gesture wasn't entirely chivalrous and unselfish, because I could get a look at those incredible legs sheathed in dark nylon again, right at eye level in front of me. I could almost reach out and touch them!

Then, looking up at her ass, I caught my breath! The nylons were thigh-highs!

"Oh, wow!" I exclaimed, practically before I could have the chance to shut myself up!

"What?" she stopped on the stairs, turning and moving that unbelievable ass away from me.

"Sorry! I just caught the thigh-highs. Something I didn't expect."

"Oh, come on, Paul ... I'm sure they're not something you haven't seen on Sally before!"

Looking up again as she continued, I caught the flash of the whiteness of her thighs above the upper cuffs of the nylons. Magnificent!

And, truth be told, Sally never wore anything like that to turn me on.

Wendy led the way into little Sally's dark bedroom where we could just see the dark form of my little daughter and her tousled hair at the top of the turned-down sheet. She was sawing logs!

Wendy turned faster than I expected and ended up in my arms as she started out of the room and I'd been over her shoulder looking at my little girl. We collided, I dusted her off and swung back to let her through the doorway ahead of me again. We set off to Paul's room.

Same scene. Wendy first, me over her shoulder, she went in and settled the covers over my sleeping son and I hung back by the door, aware of any traps he might have set in the room on his way to bed.

Wendy inadvertently kicked a baseball glove and caught herself -- and I reached out, again ending up with her in my arms and holding on to keep her from falling. Her beautiful, sweet breath was right up against my face.

I kept my arm around her shoulders as I let her lead the way out of the room, then precede me to the top of the stairs. She turned and planted a kiss on the side of my neck!

"What's that for?"

"That's for being a great guy, and probably just a super dad!" she said, grinning.

And she led the way back downstairs again.

"Long time since I've felt so terrific, and since I've had someone so completely unself-conscious and gorgeous with me for any length of time," I thought as I watched her make her way back to the center of the sofa ... and pat the cushion where she wanted me to sit, right beside her ...

There she sat, smiling, knockout gorgeous, the little girl next door I'd watched grow up -- waiting for me, the skirt riding up over those thighs, shiny, sheer dark stockings, legs crossed, peasant blouse straining to hold up those marvelous boobs ...

Was I dreaming? I sat down on the couch and picked up my drink.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

I slipped my shoes off when Paul sat, tucking my feet up underneath myself and snuggling back against him. The wine was nice -- a fruity Riesling from Nierstein and its 'nose' was kind of like golden delicious apples with a bite. Just another something he had taught me over the years.

I took a sip, looking at him over the rim of my glass. He was a handsome man -- for his age. There was a hint of silver in his hair now that I hadn't noticed before. "It makes you look distinguished," I said with a grin.

"What does?"

"This." I touched his temple and combed his hair back with my fingers.

Paul's hand self-consciously followed the path mine had woven through his hair and he looked almost embarrassed. I didn't know why a little bit of gray should bother him and it made me feel badly for some reason.

"I like it."

"You do?"

"Yes." I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, adding "A lot."

Paul grinned that cheeky grin I liked so much. The one where his eyes lit up with a naughty sort of gleam. He really was handsome, and that realization was a little surprising to me. I didn't know why I hadn't noticed before now. I guessed sometimes you just don't see what's right in front of your face.

I enjoyed our times together like this. When I was younger, I had the biggest crush on Paul and used to make believe that I was Paul's wife, Sally when I would come to babysit for the weekend. It was a bit like playing house after all, but I outgrew that after a while. It was just a little girl crush is all.

Now? I looked at him again. He was still my hero in a lot of ways. My mentor. My friend. The big brother I never had. No. That was yucky. Not my big brother at all. I wasn't sure why the idea was so unsettling, but I quickly shoved it to the back of my mind. Paul was a lot of things, but definitely not a brother or father figure.

 

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I looked at her again, certainly aware of a growing tingling in my groin as she nestled against me. My arm went around her and it seemed like the most natural thing on earth to sit like this with Wendy. We didn't say anything and the electricity between us made my stomach do flip-flops.

The only thing I could think of was Charles Jourdan singing that song -- what was the musical? Thank Heaven For Little Girls ... Cause little girls get bigger every day

She was comfortable too.

"Wendy?"

"Yes?"

"I really want to kiss YOU now."

and she turned, those dark shimmering legs doing all sorts of wondrous feminine things. Her body stayed againstg mine, so the peasant blouse opened a bit revealing that there was no bra down there. She was looking right into my face with that gorgeous visage of her own, slightly swollen lips, the eyes just so, the hair ... I was trying tlo take it all in when she descended on me.

Full length against me, her legs spread across my thigh, sitting there, she didn't kiss me, she devoured me.

My arms went around her. Her right arm was aroun d at the back of my neck and the fingers of her left hand traced their way down my cheek and my neck. Her tongue probed tentatively at first, then confidently. Her breasts pessed somewhere agsinst my shirt, and I could feel her pubic bone grinding down against my kneecap. I could feel her breath catch. I literally ran out of air and thought, "This is what heaven is going to be like!"

My hands came back to her rib cage, holding her away from me for a moment.

"I didn't mean for this to happen," I said shakily.

"Neither did I, but it is."

"I know, and I don't know if you're -- actually if either of us -- is ready for this. I think there could be consequences," I said, kind of half-heartedly, feeling her legs wround my thigh and her pubic bone still pressing against it.

"Paul, I've always dreamed about this, and I'm a big girl now."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

I spoke the words long before the full impact of what I'd said hit me. I wanted Paul. I wanted Paul in a way that I hadn't considered on a conscious level before now. Maybe this was why I had waffled with Brad and had neatly dodged the occasional pass or two other boys had made. Boys. Yeah, that was it. Paul was a man.

His eyebrow arched and he looked at me incredulously, still holding me at arm's length. "Wendy... "

The way I was straddling his leg, I could feel his erection. I knew he wanted me, but I could hear the protest in his voice, almost like an admonition. Was he going to try to talk himself out of this? Talk me out of it?

"I've always wanted you, Paul. I just didn't realize it until now. I know you want me the same way. I can feel you."

He still hadn't said anything, and I was smart enough to know that silence doesn't imply consent, but I had to see for myself. Placing my hand over one of his where he was still holding me, I guided it up to my breast.

Gods that felt good! I could feel my nipples pucker at his touch and wondered what it would feel like to feel his mouth there. I moaned softly and moved against him, leaning forward for another kiss.

"Wendy... " he murmured against my ravenous lips, testing the weight of my breast before moving his hand up then sliding it under the neckline of my blouse.

"Too quick. Too fast. We have to talk about this," Paul's voice was a hoarse whisper as he broke our kiss.

I couldn't speak at first. Things were happening with my body as new sensations washed over me. Feelings I'd never had when Brad had pawed clumsily at my breasts after a date. I could feel a wetness growing between my legs, one I well recognized from when I masturbated.

My heart was pounding wildly as I stared into Paul's eyes. He was rolling my nipple between his fingers and his other hand was on my thigh, caressing the silky smoothness of my stocking. "Touch me, Paul"

A challenge more than a request, I had no idea where I'd found the courage to be so bold -- and I didn't want to stop to think about it. "There... " I added, giving his hand a gentle nudge upward.

 

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I mean, there it was!

She had put my hand on the mound that was grinding down on my thigh. I had had it at the top of that unbelievably delicious stocking, feeling the combination of the gartered thigh-high and the smooth, sensitive skin of her upper thigh. I could feel her warmth and dampness, and there was no doubt that I wanted her as much as she wanted me.

God! No doubt at all!

I wasn't quite in flagrante delicto because my fly was still done up. Wendy's skirt was upside down over her waist and I could see the flawless skin. Her left breast was in my hand, protected by her brassiere, and her comfort level with me was very high. There we were, she straddling my left thigh, me on the couch, my arms under hers, her right one around behind my head and her other hand taking mine and placing it on her engorged mound.

"Honey," I said, extracting my hand from the front of her crotch.

She was kissing my chin, and her lips were moving against my day's growth.

"You even smell good, Paul," she smiled against my face.

"Thanks." I turned to my left and let her fall down onto the sofa so that she was facing me, those legs that were making me so delirious stretched across my lap, her skirt was still up and her as was right beside my thigh. The stirring in my loins (crotch?) was killing me. I could feel my warm erection against the skin of my lower stomach.

I could just take that out and let her touch it ...

"Paul? What are you thinking?" She was looking at me inquisitively.

"There's nobody who wants to do this any more than I do," I said, still shakily, "and -- I don't know ... if you were older, if I weren't married ... if those kids weren't upstairs, if ... if ... if Sally weren't my wife ... "

It just hung there and she just smiled back.

"Paul, I just love you! That's all! And everything you're saying now makes you more lovable and more unattainable! You and I have always had something, and I'm sorry if I just let it all out tonight!"

We were just resting comfortably after that fiery clinch and the kiss to end all kisses. I was caressing her legs gently, hands sliding up and down those dark nylons -- inside, outside, up the backs, down the calves, over the thighs ... just moving gently, caressing, constantly moving ...

She sat up ... moving onto my lap, leaning against me.

"I can't stop thinking about you Paul, and now I'm not going to be able to stop thinking about this!"

... and she slowly, ever so slowly moved her face up to mine, opened her mouth just so, turned her head on my lips to open them a bit -- just so -- and kissed the hell out of me again ...

... for a long time.

She moaned and moved against me, and her hand dropped to the lump in my pants -- and this time, she grasped the shaft through the pants and wiggled her hand to let me know she had it.

Trust me, I knew she had it!

I felt the breath flow out of me, warm against her face as I concentrated on kissing her back. I held her and kissed her, intensely, for a long time.

And then I backed off again. I'd made up my mind.

"We need to talk," I said.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

I felt as though a dam had broken loose somewhere deep inside. No one, no one had ever made me feel this way before. And now I knew why. I was in love. In love with Paul. Maybe I'd always been. Somehow that didn't seem to matter much now. It was the final realization that mattered -- and nothing else.

"We need to talk."

Uh oh. I knew that tone of voice -- it usually accompanied some sort of serious talk on prior occasions. A myriad of different reasons for him using it now came to mind, but the feel of his erection in my hand let me know that it was not going to be an out-and-out rejection.

"Look, Paul," I needed to say a few things before he did. "If you're worried about me saying something, don't. This is between us and nobody else. If it's my age -- well, I'm of age now. You know that as well as I. And if it's because I'm still a virgin, well... We've talked about this before. You told me that I would know when I met the right person and the time was right. Well, you are the right person. You always have been. And there is no more right a time than now. I love you, Paul. And I want you. Please make love with me. Please?"

Paul looked into my eyes, his face like a slide-show of emotions until he finally spoke. "Wendy... "

Placing his hand gently over mine, he removed it from his erection and drew it to his lips, gently kissing my palm. "You're so beautiful. And sexy. And desirable. But... "

But... Oh gods! Maybe he was going to turn me away after all -- pat me on my head and say something like "Good little girl. Run along now and play with your dollies." Paul had been one of the few adults in my life who had not treated me like some simple child as I was growing up. Was that suddenly going to change??

I shifted reluctantly from my perch on his lap back to the sofa beside him. I was prepared to listen to whatever the But... entailed, but I also was certain that for every reason why not, I would have a valid argument for why we should.

"Okay," I said, sitting straight with my legs together and my arms across my chest. "I'm listening."

 

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"Don't go over there! I didn't want a complete separation when I wanted this conversation," I tried to smile. The erection wasn't disappearing at all, and I still had my arm up on the back of the sofa behind her shoulders. I slid my hand down onto her bare neck, really just to keep contact with that dream-girl drop-dead gorgeous too-young beauty.

"I have to say that, as much as I believe I can, I love you too. Things wouldn't have gotten this far if I didn't."

I tried to make myself as convincing as I could, and her hand crept over to my thigh as she watched me.

"Thank you," she said and moved closer, tucking her shoulder into my armpit and pulling my hand down over her shoulders again.

"I'm just afraid of something physical, and I don't want to disappoint you,"

"Afraid of what?"

"Oh, afraid that one day if we start something, you'll find a young gun who'll come along and sweep you off your feet, and I'll be older and possibly not as interesting as I am now."

"I don't think so, Paul. You're smart, very passionate -- I know that because of what I see between you and your kids -- and you've always treated me like an equal."

"Besides," she went on. "I have to tell you that I'm not really a virgin."

She wasn't looking at me and her voice faded on that one! I cleared my throat.

"I've had sex," she said matter-of-factly. "Only a couple of times, and only enough to know that I wanted something more and better than that," she mumbled ...

"What happened? Who was it?" I was a little leery. Maybe she was just saying that to make me feel better and more susceptible.

"It was Jim, the guy I dated for a little while earlier on this year," she said. "He was on me in a second both times -- couldn't get his pants open fast enough, and he was rough. It hurt, and it isn't what I've heard it's all about."

"Well, I'm told that younger guys can be that way," I remembered my first time with the lovely Carol Tandburg. Fortunately, she'd been the one with the experience and she'd led me right through it so it was a terrific memory for me.

"Were you ever like that?" The eyes came back up and washed over me.

"Probably," I lied.

"I bet you weren't. You're too nice, too gentle." I noticed the skirt starting to ride up again over those magnificent knees.

"Anyway, all that aside, I don't want to be something to you while I'm still married to Sally, and the thought of making a break is just not ... well, I don't know how the hell I could do it," I offered.

"I KNOW you're married," she said, and didn't blink an eye.

"Look. If something comes of this, that's fine with me. I don't care that you're older. I told you. I love you. That means something to me. I .. Love ... You. That means that I want you, I want no one other than you, and I won't settle for less than you. You've said you love me. You therefore come to a relationship with me -- if we're to have one -- with baggage. I know you sleep with Sally. That's fine. I find it hard to believe that you love her."

She was back away from me now, making her points and looking at me, looking gorgeous. "She's not dumb," I thought as the thought of having her came closer and closer.

"I do sleep with her, but there hasn't been a physical part of our relationship for more than a year," I told her.

"Then please let's stop talking about it and make love." That ended on a rising note as she came back into my arms.

She kissed me again. Warm, deep and intense. Her sweet breath, blowing and drawing near my nose just intensified my lust, and of course old Mr. Lucky down there was rail-hard and rising.

She had one hand behind my head and she reached for the lump in my pants with the other. She'd been undoing her bra and blouse during the kiss.

She was very good.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

I broke the kiss just long enough to pull the peasant blouse over my head, the movement causing my breasts to jiggle. My skirt had risen up when I draped my leg across his thighs, revealing the tops of my thigh highs and the promise of what was beyond. I knew from the sudden twitch beneath my fingers that Paul was thinking the same.

"C'mere, you." Paul's voice, more a growl than anything, was demanding as he pulled me back over onto his lap and his hands rose to cup my breasts. Kneading them, testing their weight, his thumbs circled their adamantine points that shivered erect, begging for more.

Mesmerized, I watched as his mouth drew closer and he whisked a nipple with his tongue, just wetting it before moving to the next. I moaned aloud and writhed against him when he captured it between his lips and bit down lightly before suckling. Gods, it felt good -- almost like there was a direct line from my nips to my cunny. No one had ever made me feel like this before and I wanted to please him as much as he was me.

While Paul's hands reshaped the undersides of my breasts, my own wandered upward to the collar of his shirt where I found the first button. And the next. And the next. Finally tugging the shirtail free of his trousers, I slipped my hands inside to run my fingers through the hair on his broad chest. I'd wanted to do that for years -- and now...

"Mmm... " I murmured as smoothed the palms of my hands over the bunching muscles of his shoulders and used my wrists to push the shirt down over them. To his credit, and my amazement, Paul didn't stop what he was doing, merely shrugged himself out of the offending fabric one arm at a time -- with my help of course.

I moaned again, longing to feel my nipples graze along his now naked chest. To feel my skin, like soft, warm satin against his harder, firmer body. The gusset of my thong had slipped up into the moist crevice it had barely covered, sending waves of sensation throughout my body.

I couldn't believe I had reached this point so quickly. Feeling as though I would have an orgasm without Paul even touching me, I shifted to unbuckle his belt and lower his zipper. There was something straining for release in there that I longed to feel as well.

 

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She shifted back to get that cool hand down between us and around my engorged, swollen penis while I continued to massage that nipple with my tongue, feeling the warmth of her skin against my hairy chest. As she grasped it, I caught my breath and pushed her back toward me, mashing the breast with my nose.

I back away and looked up. Those loving eyes were looking back at me, the lips had thickened, her breath came in great gulps as the motion stopped.

We looked at each other, her hand wrapped around my cock and my mouth just touching that magnificent nipple, a fraction of an inch away from my lips.

Slowly, her face dropped toward mine and I turned upward. I sensed, more than felt her hips moving against me. Her mouth was slightly open, the smoothness of those red lips barely touching my thick ones. She drooped her head to kiss me and we literally enveloped each other with love!

Long, deep and warm, the kiss was a fulfilment for both of us!

She stood up and took my hand. With my open trousers and her breasts loose against that body, we held each other as I led her up the stairs to my bedroom, where we walked over to the king size bed and she fell on it, kicking her shoes off.

I stood, dropping the shirt and pants and fell alongside her, crosswise on the bed.

"I love you, Paul," she breathed into my mouth as I kissed her again and she turned to me, pressing her body against mine.

I took off the blouse with my wrists, pushing it down over her back as she lifted herself to let it happen. She opened the skirt and kicked it off, revealing the legs, the thigh-highs and oh, god! the thong!

And she rolled on top of me, pulling the thong down but leaving the legs covered with those thigh-highs.

She was kneeling over my hips now, both of us naked. The kissing was furious and the passion possibly ten-tupled as I gently penetrated her damp -- no, very wet -- opening. She lifted her hips up over the cock and settled, slowly and ever so gently, impaling herself on me, pushing back to watch me watching her watching me. He mouth opened with her eyes as she caught her own breath and then sank her face into my shoulder and started her hips moving against me.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

I watched Paul's face as I lowered myself onto his erection. He didn't break his gaze, but his eyelids fluttered and his eyes glazed over when we were fully joined. It felt so good. So right. I think I'd waited my whole life for this. And now? Wanting to savor the moment, I lowered my body against his, burying my face against his shoulder.

Paul's hands moved up and down my back, finally grasping my ass cheeks in his hands to push himself even deeper. Feeling his cock flex inside of me, I responded in kind as we began to move. Slowly. Languorously. Hands now on my hips, he guided me along his length, his hips bucking up as I ground my body downward, my clit rubbing against his pelvic bone.

"Sit up, Wendy." Paul's voice was hoarse with desire as he gently nudged me up, letting his hands wander up past my waist and over my ribs until they were cupping my breasts.

He licked his lips as his thumbs rolled the stiff nubs that my nipples had become. Lick them! Suck them! Please... I moaned softly, continuing to slide up and down his wondrously thick cock. I was going to cum and I wondered if he knew. If he knew just how very much I...

My eyes widened in surprise when Paul grabbed my waist tightly and lifted me completely off his cock. "Wha... "

His only response was to grin as he flipped me onto my back, his mouth covering mine hungrily as his hands began to explore my body once again. "You're so beautiful, Wen. God, you are so... "

Unable to find words, I groaned against his lips only to find that they were moving. Paul's mouth was on my neck. Nibbling. Biting. Sucking.

And lower still.

His fingers tweaking my nipples, he blazed a trail of kisses down into the valley between my breasts. Pressing them together he nuzzled here before suckling each in turn and moving on.

Lower. Lower...

His tongue dipping into my navel made me giggle and he kissed it better. My god! What is he doing? I was on fire. Every nerve ending brought alive by his touch. His mouth. His hands. His tongue.

"Ohhh... "

Paul watched me as he crept lower. I could feel his cock slithering against my thigh as he slid between my legs. I could feel the wetness that was me all over it. Lifting my thighs around his body, I cradled him. Urging him on. On to what? I didn't know nor did I care. All I knew was how my body sang in response to his touch.

Now I could feel his breath ruffling through the thin strip of hair on my mons. Was he going to do what I thought he was? My hips arched upward of their own accord as I felt his body shift again.

Closer. Closer...

I lay riveted to the bed, suddenly afraid to move. What if I was wrong? What if... I gasped aloud when he parted my outer lips with his thumbs.

Waiting.

Hoping.

Aching.

Ready.

He wasn't moving! Was something wrong? I lifted my head to see.

As if he anticipated my question, Paul's eyes rose up to meet mine across the swells and hollows of my body. He hadn't spoken in all this time, but he smiled. And smiled again -- before burying his face deeply in the slick wet cleft of my pussy.

It was a feeling like no other. Something I'd heard of but never had happen. It was... heaven.

 

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A Weekend With Wendy

My hands were smooth and warm, and her skin was almost like silk. I wanted to remember this moment! Wendy and me, entwined in love and lust, and I was sliding my face down over her breasts and belly, over her silky little mons and into the center of her!

I kissed her thighs. I slid my hands up the backs of them and over her hips, caressing the mons again with my thumbs, lifting her hips up to meet my mouth. I licked her now-very-wet lips on either side of the opening ... ever so gently, lovingly, then let my tongue slide down to her asshole, when I heard her catch her breath and open herself to me more.

Her legs were over my shoulders and she was moaning as I took her clitoris in my mouth between my top teeth and tongue, then closed on it and started gently sucking in time with the moaning and bucking she was doing against me. Every now and again she would let me know I was doing okay with a hoot of pleasure!

Oh!

My!

God!

This was the woman I'd watched grow up! This was Wendy! This was the girl I took to the movies when she was a teenager! She was loving this! She was digging it!

"Oh, god! Paul!" she screamed as things started to come to a head with her, her juices flowing down my chin as I touched and tapped her clitoris with my hands on her hips and belly. I hummed into her cunny as I picked up the effort to bring her on, her hips bucking against my face.

Now her hands came down to find my head, my face, closing on my cheeks and pulling me upward against her. I kissed and licked my way back up, over the belly, touching and licking the bellybutton, depositing my thumb in her pussy, then licking, sucking and kissing those beautiful breasts, nipples erect and her, to say nothing of my cock!

I removed my hand from between her legs and started kissing her neck and under her ears, then around onto her mouth where we exploded again in another kiss.

God! What was THIS going to be like?

... and the thick, heavy, engorged cock slid into her easily. We were both so slippery with precum and juice. I hung back from the kiss and watched her as I slid the cock in. Her eyes were huge! Her mouth, covered in kisses a moment ago, was open and I felt the texture of the inside of her warm, wet cunny against the nubbly sides of the shaft of my cock, sliding deep into her all the way to the hilt. It tickled m balls when they touched against her perfect little asshole.

Then I withdrew, almost all the way and jammed it in again, and the bucking started as we watched each other making love to each other.

"Paul, ogod!" she whispered to me and only to me as we bucked together, heightening the feeling of our bodies against each other. "Oh, god, Paul, I love you and I love thissssss!" she spoke as she caught her breath in rhythm with me ...

And I felt it building first, right at the base of my spine! I thought I would build a monster load of gism and let it go inside her as she started feeling the moment too. Huge waves started making her buck and shiver, as the cum load blasted out of me and into her! "Aw, baby!" I shoved it into her as my own wetness was displaced by the cock and the gism spilled out onto the sheet, and we kept it up till we were both spent, slowing and the cock shrivelling up inside her.

I rolled over on my side, pulling her with me. She was smiling and touching me. Her hands and fingers were tracing my shoulders, my back, my face and she was kissing me still, her tongue licking my lips and giving me goosebumps. The cock had shrunk out now, and she had a hand down there, feeling it, soft and ineffective where it had been a monster before.

"I just can't believe this is us," she smiled, kissing me again. "This is the most incredible thing that's ever happened to me in my whole life and I think it's something I've wanted to do with you since I was fourteen! I just can't wait for more!" she laughed as I tickled her.

"It's just too much! The first time I've ever really made love, and it's with you!"

"Compliments will get you everywhere," I laughed and kissed her again. "Are you gonna be here for the whole weekend? The kids will be up in the morning, your parents are right next door and Sally will be back on Sunday!" Reality was starting to set in with me as I contemplated what was coming. Her parents, Sally, the kids. It was all in front of us, and I didn't want her going away.

We lay there naked, our hands exploring each other's bodies when my loins started stirring again and she noticed.

"Wow! Are we gonna do it again?" she kissed me deeply again. I could get used to this!

"We can do anything you want to do," I smiled at her ...

There wasn't ever going to be that first time again. We were going to climb the mountain together.

"Practice makes perfect," I turned to the job at hand ...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

I felt like I did when I was little, when I'd walk over to The Sugar Plum Fairy with a quarter that I'd earned for something or another to buy candy. I wanted everything in sight, but had to settle on a few favorites until next time. Being with Paul had always felt the same way. Until now. Suddenly I felt as though I could have it all. No waiting. No wishing. Instant gratification. Well, almost.

Fondling his wilted penis, wet and sticky with the results of our lovemaking, I giggled when it began to rejuvenate. "I'll have one of these," I murmured against his mouth, kissing him for effect. "And two of those," I added as my other hand gently cupped his sac.

"I see how it is," he growled against my neck, pulling me on top of himself. "Is it candy you're wanting then? Here I thought it was me."

"But, Mr. Wonka," I answered in my best innocent-little-girl voice. "You know how I am whenever there's an Everlasting Gobstopper in sight."

Paul grinned lasciviously, sending an electric tingling to my pussy at the memory of what he'd done with his mouth. I wanted to return the favor. I wanted to taste him the same as he had done to me.

"But, baby... "

Kissing Paul's mouth to hush him, I began to wiggle down his body. Nibbling here. Nuzzling there. I stopped to suckle at his nipples as he had done to mine, smiling up at him when I felt them pucker between my lips. My tongue trailed over his salt-sweat covered skin as I continued to move lower and lower still.

Almost there! Almost...

I could feel his cock, hard and throbbing beneath my body as I inched myself slowly downward. "Want...

to...

taste...

you... "

Each word punctuated with a kiss on his chest, his stomach, around the nest of dark curls that smelled like both of us, and finally on the very tip of its dark, mushroom-shaped head. "You like?" I asked, looking up at him as his cock twitched.

"I like."

Taking that as my cue to continue, I flicked my tongue out tentatively, unsure of what it would be like. My eyes widened with surprise. I could taste me! It was the same as what I'd tasted on his lips when we kissed. And the other... the salty-sweet other... "Ohh!"

Never taking my eyes from his, I licked up and down his length, pausing only long enough to circle the glans like I would lap at an ice cream cone. It felt like it was growing bigger, harder. Every throb sending a reciprocal message to my puss, I straddled one of his legs and ground myself against his thigh.

Opening wide, I circled his penis with my mouth and let my lips slide down. Could I take all of him? Deep throat? It was so big. Suddenly my gag reflex decided to work and I jerked my head back, more than a little embarrassed.

"Breathe through your nose, baby. Just go slow." Paul placed his hands gently on my head, weaving love knots as I lowered my mouth around him again. I could do this. I knew I could. I just wanted him to feel as good as he made me.

Slowly but surely, we found our rhythm, my head bobbing up and down the length of Paul's thick shaft. Watching me with heavy lidded eyes, his hips now thrust gently upward to fill me as I engulfed him with my mouth, held him tightly with my lips, played over the underside of his cock with my tongue.

 

[Watermusic]

Wow!

There I was again, lying on my back and Wendy ... yes, Wendy ... was kneeling over my cock with it in her mouth, learning the glorious art of fellatio and loving me! I was overwhelmed to say the least!

As her head bobbed gently up & down and my quickly engorged cock rose to the occasion and her warm mouth worked its magic on me, I wanted to take a mental picture of this unbelievably beautiful woman pleasing me. The dark hair, the hands holding my member, the lovely thick lips massaging me, my scrotum shrunk close to me as the balls got ready to spew another load, this one directly into her mouth.

I didn't want that to happen. Not yet.

"Come up, sweetie. You're doing this too well!"

I sat up and lifted her head off me. She came up and watched me as our mouths joined again and I tasted my salty precum in her mouth and on her tongue.

"I've wanted this for so long, it's like I'm a total kid in a candy store," she smiled, kissing me again and letting her hands stay holding the cock.

"God, I love you, Paul!"

I kissed her again and turned her around. "Get up on your hands and knees," I said as I got behind her and gently slid the cock in, holding her hips and belly, and watching her join in the new game with renewed glees!

 

[Watermusic]

(last word should have been glee!)

It seemed that we just couldn't get enough of each other! She back into me as though we'd been doing that for years, and I fit her so perfectly that the same feeling came over me.

It was -- using the only words I know how to use -- just unbelievable sex!

I jammed the cock all the way into her and she just loved it. Her cries of satisfaction only drive me to greater heights in what was going top prove to be a sexual marathon! We were both insatiable with each other!

Some time later, in the small hours of the morning, she was lying on my arm sleeping. Her free hand was grasping my cock firmly ... she wouldn't let it go, and every now & again she'd wake up and suck one of my nipples or move the hand just enough to let her know I was receptive to anything she wanted.

"Honey?" I mused quietly, not wanting to disturb her if she was asleep.

"I'm here, darling." She moved her head over my chest and started kissing again.

"Think we're going to survive this?"

"Why not ... Why wouldn't we?" As if there was now a predestiny to this. Was it just foreordained that we were to love each other and live in this luxurious state of nirvana? Hedonism personified!

... and she continued to work on my chest and belly as I rolled over her and gently inserted my now fully loaded cock into her sweet, receptive center.

I guess we'd talk about my concerns later. She smiled as we both started the inexorable sexual banter that led to the mind-numbing climaxes we'd never had before but were having tonight!

She moaned as I drove the cock deep again, kissing her and bringing her on to another crashing orgasm.

If I died now, I'd have lived life. My reservations were that it might get worse before it got better.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Our lovemaking this time was poignant. Slow and unhurried, we stopped to kiss and touch; murmuring sweet nothings to prolong the almost intolerable pleasure we shared. It was almost dawn when we finally collapsed together in gasping completion.

The children would be up soon and I knew I had to go to my own room. How was I going to make it through the day without touching him, kissing him, making love with him? The thought wrenched my heart, but I knew that this is how it had to be. For now. Maybe forever even.

Not wanting to think about that just yet, I kissed him gently on the lips and stooped to gather up my clothes. "I love you, Paul. See you at breakfast."

As I shuffled down the hall, a smile lit up my face. This was only the beginning of a new day. A new life. A new way.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Welcome back, Watermusic!!

I was in the kitchen, showered and dressed by the time Sally and little Paul got up, a pair of cutoffs and a midriff tee that barely concealed the fact I'd gone braless. They wouldn't notice but I knew he would. A lovely shiver spread through my body as I remembered...

"Morning, Wendy."

"Hi, Wen... "

"Mornin' glories," I greeted them, hugging each in turn. "Pancakes, okay? They'll be done in a jiffy."

I knew they wouldn't argue. My pancakes had become standard breakfast fare whenever I stayed over to babysit, probably one of the few times they got a cooked one. Their mother didn't seem to have time for a lot of things at home lately.

I was just taking them off the griddle when I heard a voice that made my heart flutter, not to mention other things. "Mmmm... smells good. Morning."

I knew from the sounds that he was hugging up the little ones, but I didn't turn. I couldn't just yet and it was a struggle of both mind and body not to rush into his arms the way the children had. I knew I'd get one though... a hug. He never left me out in the past and I hoped he wouldn't now.

"Pancakes?" Paul murmured from behind me, his mouth so close to my ear that I could feel his breath. His fingertips grazed my shoulder as he pressed against me, his half-hard cock brushing against my butt. "Mmm... smells good."

"Uh huh. Hungry?" I managed finally, knowing full well Paul hadn't meant the food. Taking a deep breath, I picked up the plates I'd prepared for the kids, all the while fighting back the urge to guide his hands between my legs so he'd know how much I wanted him. How much I needed...

Placing the dishes on the table, I watched as they began to eat. "So where's my hug, Paul? Huh?" I asked with a wicked gleam in my eye.

"Right here, girl. Come and get it," he answered holding his arms open then wrapping them around me as I slipped into them.

God, he smelled so good. Looked so hot... so sexy. I knew he could feel my nipples against his chest, just as I could feel the stiffness of his erection against my belly and I couldn't stop the moan that came from somewhere deep, deep in my body. How in the world was I going to get through the day? How?

 

[Watermusic]

A little more public, I guess, and that's where I wanted it. She just fit into my arms and body as though she'd been there and doing it forever. I pulled her down into my lap.

"Wendy, we like you!" Sally piped up as Wendy dropped into my thigh.

"I like you, too, Muffin," she wiggled over my nearly rail-like erection and buried her head into the soft part of my neck.

"What's on our agenda for today?" I said as she got up, still holding my hand.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"Well... " I began with a grin. "It's been a long week for everyone. Including you, Mister Man. Oh... and me, too, of course. Soooo... I was thinking we could pack up a picnic and go to the lake for the day. We could all do with a bit of sun even though I know you all just hate swimming and picnics. And then... maybe... tonight... well, I'll have to think about what we can do tonight." I turned to look at Paul when I said the last, knowing that he knew exactly what I had in mind.

"So hurry up and eat your breakfast and go get your swimsuits on. I'll see what I can pack up in the way of vittles while your dad gets the cooler out."

Squeals of excitement broadened my smile even further. The kids really did get left out a lot. Paul tried his best, but Sally was always out of town lately and they just didn't do family things anymore. I'd tried to make things better when I was sitting for them -- and now I had even more incentive than before.

The sounds of their chairs scraping the floor as they ran off to change made me roll my eyes. "No running... "

"On the stairs!" Paul finished and we laughed together as the sound of the children's footsteps retreated and he drew me into his arms for the passionate kiss I'd been longing for since he walked into the kitchen.

He was hard again; as hard as I was wet. I moaned softly, rubbing his cock through the denim of his jeans as his fingers slipped under my shorts to bury themselves where I wanted him most. How were we ever going to make it through the day?