Nothing Like Old Times

[marauder13]

Wendell received a kiss that warmed him to his toes, followed by a softly spoken destination for the preview of heaven that would await him. He was also graced with a delicious view of Heather's cleavage before he watched her run her hands over the hips he had been holding a little earlier that evening. He caught himself midway through licking his lips when he stopped, feeling slightly embarrassed at performing such an act in public.

He poured himself another glass of wine, and settled down to enjoy it before going up to join Heather.

"Man, is Heather still hot or what."

Wendell turned to the man beside him, Jake. Jake was one of the normal students. Did his classes, never excelled, but never did badly either. Just one of the masses that went through and onto other things with his life.

"I used to wonder what it would be like to hook up with her. But then, fellas like us never had a chance back then, did we?"

"Nope. She was great spank bank material though, wasn't she?"

"Got that right, Wendell. But I guess that you managed to move up in the world, so to speak."

Wendell took a sip of his wine and smiled. "Yeah, I got really lucky one day. We met, I helped her out and... Well, I'd rather not go into much more detail."

"Shit!" Jake looked embarrassed. "Sorry, man. I didn't mean to pry. Look, I'm married to a wonderful woman who is everything to me," Jake looked over his shoulder to the woman seated beside him who was talking to a woman seated next to her, "and I wouldn't change anything for the world. But, there are times when I wonder 'What if'. You know?"

"Yeah... I have wondered that lots of times. But, she's not just beautiful, she's quite amazing too. Special. It's surprising to see what kind of woman is in there. She's really great to be with.

"Speaking of which, there is a special someone waiting for me. If I don't bump into you again, all the best, Jake. It was nice to see you again."

"You too, Wendell." Jake extended his hand. Wendell gave it a steady shake before getting up and leaving the dining hall. Wendell's mind went back to the brief encounter in his room. He was caught by how willingly she followed his suggestions. Not suggestions, commands. He told her what he wanted, and she complied. He didn't take advantage of that. At least he hoped he didn't. But the way she reacted made him want to try it again. The thought of being commanding with her he found to be slightly arousing, beyond the thoughts of being that way with Heather.

He had been so lost in his thoughts that the doors were closing on the third floor when he snapped himself back to reality. Chuckling to himself over his embarrassing lapse, he slowly went looking for 364. He found himself getting generally excited about meeting up with Heather again, to sample the joys that they could create together. He slowed as he approached her door. He was wondering if what he was doing was right. The professional in him questioned his motives, desperate to make sure that he was not taking advantage of Heather and her circumstances. When he came up with an all clear, he quickly knocked before he changed his mind again.

The door opened to her standing before him, her hair released and freely tumbling down her back. The rest was unchanged, as his gaze attested to.

“So you found me…”

"Finder's keepers?" Wendell said as he walked into the room. It was smaller than his. After hearing about what had happened to Heather, it came as no surprise, but then he didn't care how big the room was. The fact that Heather was there was what made all the difference to him.

“Do come in, I thought we could maybe order a bottle of something and some ice…? Something to sip while we…enjoy each other’s company…”

Wendell thought as he watched Heather move towards the centre of the room, which placed her close to the bed. His mind moved to what could be done with that bed, easily bringing forth clear images.

“Well this is me, I know it’s a little more basic than your suite but it has everything I need…or that we might need…So, what should I get us?”

"Oh, it has everything I can think of," Wendell replied as he walked over to where Heather stood. Both hands took hold of her head , guiding her into a kiss. His hot lips pressed firmly against hers, claiming her with the oral demonstration of affection. A muffled groan escaped him as he stepped closer to Heather. His breath scorched her cheek as he rushed from his nose as the kissed deepened into some more primal. One hand moved from her head to her upper back, just where the zip of her dress commenced.

Wendell kissed Heather, varying the way each time he came up for air. He gave Heather little choice but to accept the kisses, and participate. A small part of his mind managed to operate the hand at her back, pulling down the zipper on her dress, exposing her arched back to his roaming hand. Oblivious to the small pieces of fabric that got in the way, he caressed her back while he continued to kiss her.

Wendell pulled back, his tongue seeking out the remnant tastes of her on his tingling lips. The looked at her with a hunger that would have surprised him if he saw the expression. Both of his hands reached up to cup Heather's chin, before smoothing her neck, gliding over her shoulders to push the dress off her body. He was tempted to look at her lingerie clad body, but he would have a far better chance to do that later.

"I need you, Heather. I want you. I want you to need me." One hand cupped her chin. He held her steady as he leaned in to kiss her once more. One, long drawn show of passion that had his heart hammering in his chest and booming in his ears.

"But before I give you something that you wont forget for a while, I want the same from you."

With a firm grip of her jaw, Wendell guided Heather to her knees, sure in the knowledge she would know what he was requesting.

 

[Britwitch]

“Oh, it has everything I can think of,"
Before Heather could blush at Wendell’s words he was stood before her and his mouth was on hers. His hands on either side of her face, pulling her closer. She sighed as her mouth willingly surrendered to the deep kiss, her own hands rising to rest on his waist, fingers curling into the thick fabric of his jacket as the kiss deepened further still. She shivered feeling his palm glide over the back of her shoulder, moving down towards the top of her dress. Heather tried to reciprocate as best as she could, following the unquestionable lead Wendells lips and tongue were taking. She suckled, nibbled, her tongue dancing back and forth with his. It left her breathless, it left her desperate for more.

The pressure of the dress around her lessened as he lowered the zip down her back, her spine arcing as his hand moved across the freshly exposed skin. Her fingers clutching tighter into his clothing, drawing his hips towards hers a little in the process. This was just as passionate, just as needy as their first kisses in his room had been and yet different. There was a…a confidence now. A slight sense of familiarity. Not that that made the kiss any less dramatic, if anything it made it moreso. The fact that this wasn’t just first time excitement, there was real deep seated desire behind their kisses now.

Heather was left gasping for breath when at last Wendell drew back. Her lips tingling and slightly puffy, not a trace of gloss was left upon the decidedly pinker pillows of flesh. Heather met Wendell’s eyes and found herself trembling slightly. The intensity of his stare, the way his eyes looked on her, it almost frightened her that someone would want her as much as he appeared to. She didn’t get to dwell on that thought for long as she felt his hands push her dress down and off her body, leaving her in her black underwear and stockings once more.

"I need you, Heather. I want you. I want you to need me."
Heather wanted to say she wanted him too, needed him in a way she couldn’t begin to explain but his lips prevented her from having to try. Her hands slid up his sides as the kiss lengthened, certain for an instant that if she could only ever kiss Wendell she’d be more satisfied than she’d be for the longest time. Possibly the most satisfied she’d ever been.
"But before I give you something that you won’t forget for a while, I want the same from you."

Heather’s eyebrow quirked before her face flushed and Wendell gently but firmly pushed her down towards the floor. Soon she was kneeling before him, his hand on her jaw, her eyes fixed on his face. Wide, green pools surrounded by dark lashes, their size and shape emphasised by the carefully applied liner. She smiled, almost shyly as her hands moved to undo his flies. There was no need to reply, she knew what he wanted and she was more than willing to give it to him. In truth, she’d longed to taste him, to thank him for the pleasures he’d already given her. And now was her chance.

Part of her, an almost forgotten part of her, reminded her cruelly of times past when she’d been in this position. Pushed onto her knees and a groin thrust at her face. But this was not like those times. Wendell was looking at her, his attention on nothing but her, he wanted her as she wanted him, he wanted her to please him as much as she felt she needed to.

Within moments his stiffening shaft was before her face and at first Heather curled her fingers around him and drew her palm slowly up and down his length. Shifting on her knees slightly as she recalled the feel of him inside her, the power, the strength.

Then, with her eyes fixed on his face, she leant closer and parted her lips. The tip of her tongue peeking from between them and creeping out to drag across the head of his cock. One long, slow, almost impossibly so, movement across the smooth flesh. Then again. Letting out a soft moan as if she was savouring something indescribably delicious, licking him like ice cream. She kept licking until her own desire got the better of him and she leant closer still, parting her lips still wider and drew him inside. Feeling the solid, weight of him upon her tongue. Lips stretched slightly around him, her hands resting on his thighs. Then just as slowly as she had licked him, she began to suck. Gradually increasing the pressure of her mouth around him. Not trying to take more in. Not yet. Just closing the soft, wet flesh of her mouth around him, her tongue massaging him from beneath ever so slightly.

He wanted something he wouldn’t forget in sometime and Heather was determined to make sure he didn’t forget this for a while.

 

[marauder13]

There was no resistance, nor argument from Heather after he guided her to her knees. He waited patiently, desiring nothing more than to see what she would do for him when given the chance. He wondered as her hands timidly went to work making him ready what her experiences in this way were like. Was she the one making the moves, or did the men simply use her to meet their own ends and service their needs. He remained still, wanting her to show him what she would like to do. He wanted to experience what she liked to give, just like she would know how he world give to her later.

He felt his pants slide down his legs slightly, and the cool air of the room on his ready shaft. His eyes closed as her hand wrapped around him, and he felt the soft, exploring touch started to move the length of him. He shuddered in delight at the way she held him as she stroked. He started to match her movements pulling away as she went to the tip, and pushing back as her stroke went back to his body. But he stopped himself. This time, he would be as physically passive as possible. Later, he would be more active in the enjoyment of such activities.

He opened his eyes in time to see Heather move closer. She was watching him as she started to lick him. The feel of her tongue sliding over the head of his cock made a long sighed 'ooooohhhh' fill the room. Heat and goosebumps flashed over his body before the first pass was complete. Her own moan was answered by one of his, clearing telling her that he was fighting to remain upright from her efforts.

Her mouth opened to take the tip of him in, encasing it in a warmth that reminded him of another place where he had the privilege of experiencing. Wendell's eyes widened in surprise as Heather started to massage him with her tongue. His jaw fell slack a little as he was swept by waves of pleasure that enveloped him whole. He felt his legs buckle slightly but stopped himself from falling further as the dark haired goddess continued to lavish him with pleasure.

He kept his gaze on Heather, not letting it falter. He whimpered slightly at the sweet agony she was inflicting on him while he fought to let her set the pace. He so wanted to join in, to make his shaft move within the delicious trap that closed about him. He was confident that whatever course of action he took, Heather would enjoy and go along with. His hands reached down, fingers combing her hair back leaving her face clear for him to see. It would be so easy to use the hold he had on her to aid in the oral sex they were having.

But he let his hands rest where they were, simply holding her hair back and maintaining some contact with her. His mind screamed to her to continue what she was planning. He pleaded with his eyes that she show him what she liked doing. He fought hard not to let his eyes flutter closed and miss the spectacular view of the most beautiful woman Wendell had ever seen first hand pleasing him with her mouth.

"Please," he whispered, "what... ever... you'd... like..."

 

[Britwitch]

Heather felt Wendell’s hand slip into her hair, brushing dark locks back from her face. For a second her heart dropped. Expecting to feel fingers tightening, as in times gone by, and feel his hips thrust against her face. That she would merely need to hold her mouth open while he satisfied himself. But the thrust never came, the gripping of her hair never came. Once again Heather had to remind herself Wendell really was different.

"Please, what... ever... you'd... like..."

Heather could hear the need in his voice, his desire for her. Telling her to do what she wanted. Breathing in through her nose, she pushed herself closer. And closer. Taking more and more of him into her mouth until she felt the head bump against the back of her throat. Looking up into his eyes once more, Heather drew back just as slowly before starting to move back and forth, suckling constantly, gradually picking up the pace, increasing the pressure of her mouth whenever she drew him deeper between her lips. Soon she was rocking and forth on her knees, soft sighs and moans leaking out around his cock as she pleasured him.

She reached up with one hand to softly massage one ball then the other. Rolling them softly in her palm. Her other hand still resting lightly upon his thigh.

Once or twice she drew back, focusing all her attention on the head of his shaft, swirling her tongue around and around, sucking that little bit harder. Another time when she withdrew her mouth she simply blew cool breath across the damp skin which had just left the warmth upon her tongue. She varied her movements, her speed, the pressure of her mouth. All the while watching Wendell’s face for a sign that he wasn’t enjoying, or that he was growing bored.

The most surprising element for her was the way own body was reacting. As his sounds of pleasure reached her ears, they combined with the feel of him. The taste. And she heard herself making similar noises, again and again. Her sex began to tingle beneath her underwear, making her shift slightly, pressing her thighs closer together.

Heather’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment or two, a low sound leaving her throat as she sucked that little bit harder. She knew she was good at this, even though past experiences had usually left her severely wanting, her partners had always been more than satisfied when she had been allowed to do more than simply kneel there and take what was thrust upon her. If her mouth hadn’t been stretched around Wendell she would have smiled, at least that part of her High School reputation was correct. For those ‘lucky’ enough to be with her, she did know what she was doing.

Determined that she wouldn’t stop until he wanted her to, Heather quickened her pace further still. Loose locks of hair swaying back and forth as she took Wendell again and again into her mouth, sucking harder and harder, her tongue constantly massaging his firm flesh.

 

[marauder13]

Gazing down on Heather and not falling into a boneless puddle were the only things that Wendell was capable of doing. He was amazed as how wonderful Heather's attentions were. Her succulent lips surrounded his shaft tightly, allowing her tongue to work a magic that was heavenly. His breath shuddered and staggered as he tried to compliment her with what were whimpers and other inarticulate noises.

Added to those were mewling and moans of pleasure that carried over the wet sounds of enjoyable sucking. Wendell's arousal jumped even higher as he comprehended the significance of the noises while he stared transfixed at the sight of the most attractive and sexy woman before him. Wendell also jumped when a warm hand and slender fingers caressed one of his testicles. In the overwhelming flood of sensations, all he could tell was that it was not a bad thing she was doing.

He didn't care that he looked like a village idiot anytime her emerald like eyes gazed up his way. He was in slack jawed awe of her talents, grateful to every deity he could think of for letting him experience it so intimately. But then the increase of her pace in working his length caused anything resembling coherent thought to shatter into thousands of pieces.

Wendell was balanced on a knife's edge. He so wanted Heather to continue to the completion of his climax, but he was unsure of her reaction to such. None of his previous partners went all the way like that so early in the relationship. But with Heather, he felt that she would. He wanted her to do whatever she wanted, but experience and desire clashed evenly.

He tightened his grip on her hair, gently and firmly slowing her action until he was able to free himself from her wickedly good oral skills. He let go of her hair, helping her to her feet. As soon as she was standing, his arms locked her in a constricting embrace, his mouth just short of devouring hers in his enthusiasm to kiss her. He felt his teeth scrap the delicate skin of her lips before he controlled himself enough to kiss her deeply and fully. He eased his grip of her as he probed her mouth with his tongue, taking in all he could.

He broke off the kiss, releasing Heather, only to recapture her face in his hands, drawing her back into another passionate demonstration of his feelings for her. He pulled back from her, a cheeky boy grin decorating his face as he moved his hands to her shoulders, then pushed her back onto the bed.

While she bounced and lay on the bed, he hastily shed his jacket, tie and shirt, throwing each of them in a random direction, all the while hungrily gazing at the prone Heather. Topless, he dropped to his knees beside the bed and between Heather's long toned lower limbs. He reached up, grabbing her panties, and pulled them down her legs. He sent them sailing through the air before repositioning Heather's legs to grant him better access to her glorious sex.

The rich, heavy perfume of her arousal greeted him as he descended to the source of the aroma. He wasted little time in his initial assault on her pearl of pleasure. The hood, pearl and surrounds were sucked into his eager mouth, pressured and pushed by lips and tongue. The feel of the soft, warm and wet flesh was delightful. The light marinating by her own juices made this little feast heavenly. He pressed his face into her mons while he licked and sucked her centre of pleasure, adding other pressures and sensations to the main gift he was giving her.

As his mouth continued to explore her, add to her enjoyment, one of his middle fingers slipped into her awaiting velvet darkness, moving around within the tight confines, pressing here and there against the flexible walls before starting to slide in and out with incredible ease. Wendell followed the motions of Heather's body, not giving her a moment's respite. He gazed up the length of her amazing, lingerie clad body, trying to see her expression from time to time. He groaned and growled as he loved her with his mouth, letting the vibrations add to the varied means of arousing her to her pinnacle.

 

[Britwitch]

Heather felt a moment of worry that she had somehow done something that Wendell hadn’t liked, his fingers tightening in her hair had originally sent thrills racing down her spine but as it became clearer that their intent was to cease her mouth’s movements she felt her stomach tighten a little. As he slipped out of her mouth she couldn’t prevent the small sigh from leaving her now vacant lips. She stood with his help and was about to ask if everything was ok when his arms all but crushed her against his body and his mouth laid claim to hers once more. Her sounds of enjoyment, of approval, were severely muffled by his kiss. Her arms curling around his torso, fingernails running over his jacket and shirt covered back.

She shivered in his embrace as she realised the discrepancy in their states of dress. She was all but naked, save for underwear and stockings. He was still fully dressed. That fact made the kiss, and what had preceded it, that much more intense, the idea that he had gotten her into the state he wanted her to be in.

A whimper rose up inside her as his tongue slipped between her lips, her own tongue tried desperately to follow in the dance that his was leading.
A sudden break, a chance to look into his eyes, and then his hands drew her face closer for yet more kissing. She was more than a little breathless when eventually he released her and pushed her back onto the bed. A short, soft yelp as she hit the bedding and bounced a couple of times.

She didn’t move as he began to remove his clothing. Fully aware of how hungry her expression must seem, eyes following his garment as it was peeled from his upper body.

Heather smiled hazily as he moved between her legs. Obediently raising her hips to allow him to remove her underwear. Blushing a little as her sex was revealed to his equally hungry eyes.

Within moments his mouth was upon her aching flesh and she couldn’t help but cry out as his lips captured her clit and drew it into his mouth. She tried to relax, to fight the urge to tense. In all honesty, this was one of the areas of intimacy that she was relatively naïve about. Her partners had been largely preoccupied with their own pleasure. Her hips rose up from her bedding while her fingers wound themselves into the sheets. Her eyes were alternating between being wide open and fluttering shut, lips in an almost permanent ‘o’ of pleasure.

Her hands flew from the sheets as she felt a finger press inside her, moving to his hair. Not pulling, not pushing just…holding. She half sat up in the process, face surprised, eyes wider than ever. This was beyond anything she had experienced before. Her hips rocked wantonly against his finger, obeying desires she was powerless to stop or control.

“I…I’ve never…” She managed to whimper as she caught his eyes before dropping back onto the bed and groaning loudly, her breathing growing shallower and more frequently interspersed with mewling sounds of need, the globes of her breasts straining against the bra that encased them. Her hands pushed against his head, silently begging him to continue before her mouth managed to string together the words she wanted to say.
“Please…oh god, please…please don’t stop…”

 

[marauder13]

To Wendell's ears there was no better sound than Heather enjoying his attentions to her body. There was some early resistance, but that soon melted and he was sure that she was letting her body set the pace of what she was experiencing.

He used the presence of his finger to try and slow down the bucking of her hips, mainly so he didn't hurt her by accident. He felt the hand upon his head, and all doubts of her liking vanished. She held him close, not wanting him to cease pleasing her. He had no desire to stop what he was doing, as he was enjoying it and clearly so was she.

“I…I’ve never…”

'Maybe you should have.'

She moved more passionately, crying out her passion as he went. The hand disappeared from his head, and he just managed to see both hands on her head. He shifted his finger to find the sensitive spot within her. She arched, her breath shuddering while displaying the lines of her body exquisitely.

“Please…oh god, please…please don’t stop…”

Wendell did, however slow down. He switched to using his tongue on the sensitive spot at the peak of her delicious sex. Long, strong strokes caressed it and the hood that hid it, interspersed with a soft, prolonged drawing in of the area into his mouth to be pressed by his lips. All the while, one finger remained firmly pressed against her inner wall. Wendell felt the warmth spread from his belly through his body as he drew Heather closer and closer to what he felt would be a rarely felt peak.

When it finally claimed her, Wendell sat back a little, lost in the wonders of Heather's orgasm. The way she moved, free of his obstructions. The sounds of her primal joy her body was enfolded in. He felt proud that he was responsible for the glorious display taking place before him, honoured to be the only audience granted the privilege to witness the magnificence before him. His heart was racing, and he was still hard from the moment her lips left his manhood. While she fell from the heavens, he finished stripping himself.

He grabbed her legs, turning her so she was more central on the bed. One hand dropped beside her body, brushing the lace enclosed breast. His other hand held on to her ankle, pushing her knee up close to her chin. He gaze was drawn to the delights of her sex opening up before him. He positioned himself before plunging into her depth with one mighty stroke.

The feel of her warmth encasing him drove anything resembling thought from his mind. Primal, almost animal pleasure gripped him as he continued his carnal assault on Heather. The deep hunger that gnawed at his belly feasted on offering Heather so willing gave. He had never felt such a strong calling, a siren's song that pulled him back to her with an ever increasing strength. As he fed from her, he fed her his passion. He wanted nothing more than to hear her cry out his name, or just cry out in ecstasy.

With great vigour and energy he continued to take Heather. His own enjoyment of their sexual joining was unlike anything. Even their earlier fucking was different, more detached than this time. As he closed on his own personal heaven, he wanted nothing more than to explore Heather more. To get to know her in a deeper manner. His eyes widened as he tensed in prelude to his peaking. His roar fell short as his breathing became laboured as his final gift to Heather filled her with his warmth.

Wendell released her leg, lowering himself to blanket her. He guided her lips to his, tasting the light salty flavour that lingered there. His kisses were a complete contrast to their sex. Slow, gentle presses of lips on lips. Soft wash of warm breath over skin. Languid gazes into the pools of the soul from one lover to the other. All the while, he remained within her, over her, and slightly around her. Cocooned in a warm, damp protective shield that held the universe at bay.

"For a decade I have dreamt of having you like this, Heather. I have a very strong desire to catch up on lost time." He felt the joy of holding her, possessing her and above all, protecting her.

 

[Britwitch]

Heather wondered if, for a few extremely hazy, pleasure filled moments, she was lost in a very realistic dream. The sensations overtaking her body were so different, so powerful, she’d never felt so much attention being directed at her and her alone in her life. Wendell was attentive and considerate but without losing an ounce of his intent, his strength. It was a heady blend this masculine, powerful male lavishing so much care upon her, with apparently only one goal.

By this point she could barely lay still. Her hips were writhing up against his mouth and finger, back arched and fingers twisted almost painfully into the sheets. The sounds coming from her parted, panting lips, were all but unrecognisable to her ears. Heather had never heard herself make such sounds of need, of desire.

Then it hit her and it hit her hard. A climax that immediately caused all those experienced previously to fade into the shadows. Heather felt too many emotions to be able to identify them all. Pleasure and lust mingled with joy and a pang of sadness that she’d only just experienced something like this now. When at last she fell back against the bed, breathless and covered in a light sheen of glistening sweat from the sheer power of her orgasm she was sure that if she were never to be with another man again, the memories of this coupling would be more than enough to see her through many a dark, lonely night.

So unaware of anything outside of her own little world at that moment was she that it was only when she felt Wendell’s hands on her legs, moving her that she realised this had apparently only been another glorious stage in what they were sharing. She felt him push inside her still aching sex and her body pushed up greedily, trying to ensure every inch of him was buried inside her.
Heather couldn’t take her eyes from upon him, his face, his torso. Watching as his body laid claim to hers once more. Her hands slid up his arms to rest upon his shoulders, pulling him down to press fleeting kisses against his lips. Murmuring his name, almost purring it before growling it as his passion ignited fresh fires within her. The idea that her body still had the energy, never mind the ability, to climax again so soon was beyond her comprehension as she felt her muscle begin to tense and her body start to tremble anew.

As their voices ricocheted off of the walls, a fresh peak drowned Heather just as Wendell reached his own peak. Bodies joined in every possible way in that fleeting moment.

Heather was trembling when at last Wendell’s body lowered onto hers and ceased its movements. She nuzzled against him, returning his kisses as sweetly as he gave them. A long leg rising to lazily drape itself around him as it was all she was capable of at that moment. She wanted to twine her arms around his neck and smother him with kisses but not only was she far too exhausted to do anything of the sort, it felt almost wrong to break the calm that had covered them both.

"For a decade I have dreamt of having you like this, Heather. I have a very strong desire to catch up on lost time."

“To have been in your dreams for so long is something I can’t begin to understand but to know that after all that time I haven’t disappointed makes me feel so happy and definitely makes me want to make sure it isn’t another decade before I get to thank you for all the wonderful things you just made me feel…” She finished with as mischievous a smile as she could manage before an altogether more serious expression claimed her features and she pressed a long, slow kiss upon his lips. Suckling gently on the lower of his before adding huskily. “You’re amazing Wendell, simply amazing…thank you for making me feel the same way…”

 

[marauder13]

Wendell lay on top of Heather like some living net that trapped her on her bed. He was still processing the fact that he had sex with her for a second time, and it was not the simple, yet glorious fuck of their first encounter. Yet, after a decade of fantasizing about getting Heather like he had, he still found it rather hard to believe that she not only enjoyed it, but seemed to want more.

He was rock hard, still within the warm, saturated place within her, gathering his strength. This was something he never thought would ever happen. The fact that it had happened had a strange effect on Wendell. He was normally one for controlled, thought out actions with little or no risk. Yet his was so happy, he wanted to celebrate by doing something that he normally wouldn't do.

He gazed into Heather's eyes, adoring the look of them so close and in such an intimate environment. He gave her a long, passionate and slightly playful kiss before he got up. He made a show of gathering up his clothing to dump it on a chair rather than leaving it on the floor. In the process, he palmed his room key.

"Heather, I think that we need to have a shower again. This time, I shall be a gentleman and help you get clean. Since I was somewhat responsible for you needing the shower in the first place. Come on, up you get, gorgeous." He went back over to Heather, and dragged her out of bed into another lengthy kiss. He hoped that the kiss, while enjoyable in its own right, would distract her enough to allow him to get through the hardest part of his plan.

His free hand took hers after they broke from the kiss, then he forcefully dragged her towards the front door, which he opened. He quickly got the two of them outside, and closed the door.

"Oops. I only have mine." He waved the pass key while grinning broadly. He took her hand again, and they raced to the elevator. Wendell laughed like a young boy as he hit the button to take him to his floor. He hugged Heather, kissing her cheek near her ear. The bell rang. Wendell looked in to see Jake and his wife coming out. Wendell shuffled Heather and himself in, hitting the close door button furiously while the departing couple looked back in shock, amusement and curiosity. The last thing Wendell saw was the thumbs up from Jake. He laughed out loud.

The button pressed for the right floor, the elevator moved with what seemed like a snail's pace. Wendell was doing his best to not look at Heather, not get distracted by her glorious, sensual naked body and focus on getting them to their room and not thrown out. The bell announced their arrival, and Wendell wasted no time getting them to his room. He fumbled with the key, almost dropping it before he opened the door. As a gentleman, of sorts, he let Heather go through first.

"I couldn't let you shower in bathroom that you had. Plus, I know you like my bathroom a lot. Why don't you go get it started, before I change my mind and fuck you somewhere else in this room."

 

[Britwitch]

Heather sighed after Wendell’s kiss, stretching a little upon the bed as she watched him collect his clothes from where they lay on the floor and bundled it up to deposit on a chair. She was happy, so very happy, she didn’t know where to begin in describing it to herself. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had felt like it. Part of her was sure she never had.

"Heather, I think that we need to have a shower again. This time, I shall be a gentleman and help you get clean. Since I was somewhat responsible for you needing the shower in the first place. Come on, up you get, gorgeous."
Heather almost wanted to refuse, to ask that they just lay there, together. Almost. His sparkling eyes and the smile that accompanied his request were far too sweet to refuse. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as they kissed, pressing her hips forward to press their bodies together, smiling a little as she felt the firm flesh between his thighs pressing into her, still wanting her.

What happened next passed so quickly she barely had time to register it. There was another tug on her hand, a little more insistent than the one that had pulled her from the bed, but it didn’t take her to the bathroom as she’d expected but towards the door instead. She resisted a little, her smile never fading, envisaging another coupling might be on the cards…perhaps against the wall, or maybe even the door. But she was wrong. The door opened and in a flash they were outside in the corridor. Naked.

Her cheeks flushed whilst her hands instinctively moved to shield her chest and the apex between her thighs.

“Wendell!” She exclaimed, her voice ringing with shock but delivered with the same giddy smile that had curved her lips inside the room.
"Oops. I only have mine."

“Why does that not surprise me!” Heather giggled as he tugged her along once more, running as close to him as she could manage, one arm still curved around her upper body to try and keep her natural assets from bouncing too vigorously in the process.

She wrapped her body around his while they waited for the elevator. Her heart was racing with the sheer excitement of what they were doing.
As the lift arrived, Heather squeaked to see people coming out. Wendell rapidly bundled her inside, keeping her largely hidden behind him in the process, and out of sight from the understandably confused guests.

Once the doors had closed and the lift was taking them to Wendell’s floor, Heather made sure their bodies were as close as possible. Giggles were rapidly taking hold as she nuzzled into his shoulder.

Another panicky run down a corridor, brought them to Wendell’s door and as he struggled to unlock it her heart began to thunder in her ears. Heather kept glancing down the corridor expecting doors to open at any moment and for the corridor to fill with staring people. But her fears were not realised and all of a sudden she found herself back in Wendell’s room.

"I couldn't let you shower in bathroom that you had. Plus, I know you like my bathroom a lot. Why don't you go get it started, before I change my mind and fuck you somewhere else in this room."

Heather smiled, the expression both knowing and shy at the same time. Given what they had been doing in both his room and hers the idea of him still wanting her was more than a little exciting, especially as his words indicated he would take her again if he wanted. With an excited squeal but without an actual word she practically skipped into the bathroom, hurrying into the shower and turning on the water. Soon the air grew hot and humid as steam began to creep out of the shower and fill the bathroom.

Taking a moment Heather glanced in the mirror, running fingers through her more than slightly tousled hair. The woman looking back at her was almost unrecognisable. Her eyes were bright and sparkling, her face was flushed and obviously filled with anticipation. And happiness. Lots of happiness.

She stood for a second or two, just looking at herself, at her face. Her teeth caught on her lower lip as she felt a pang of disappointment that it had taken until now in her life for her to feel and look the way she did at that moment. To feel so wanted. To feel so excited.

The sound of feet on the floor behind her made her turn around and greet Wendell with an almost impossibly bright smile.
“I’m ready when you are…”

 

[marauder13]

Wendell loved the way Heather smiled around him. He felt like he was the only one to see a magnificent treasure that the entire world would want to see, but never would. But her smile at that time was a glorious mix of sultry and shy. It was like fuel on an already blazing fire, and he wanted to cool himself off within her welcoming depths once more.

But his natural patience won out, and he was greeted with the sight of Heather skipping to the bathroom. Even the little squeal was exciting for him, and he was again standing proud and ready to once more join Heather in some form of carnal joy.

The sound of the shower running ratcheted up his smile a little more as he went to check the state of the bed in the separate bedroom. There wasn't any clothing scattered over it, so it was right to be occupied once they were dry.

He wandered to the bathroom, his anticipation of getting his hands on Heather again was strong enough to make him run the short distance. Again, his patience won out, and he was rewarded by a smile that almost made him melt. The beauty of her face was astonishing, and he didn't care how she was dressed because all he could see and focus on was her face.

“I’m ready when you are…”

"But the real question remains. Ready for what exactly?" He moved into the room, one arm casually circling her waist while he kissed her lightly on the cheek. Everything he was doing with her felt right, almost natural. He then guided her into the shower that was not only large enough for two, but also large enough for two to be rather friendly if they wished.

"Now, ladies first." He reached for the bar of soap, rolling it in his hands until there was a large foam barrier around them both. He then began to wash Heather. Thought it was a functional wash, he also explored her body as he went. The soap and water allowed his hands to slide over her, allowing him to feel every contour of her body as he helped her get clean. He grinned like a cheeky boy at Christmas time as he went about his 'gentlemanly duty'. He resisted strongly when he got to places of obvious arousal to play and tease, but he still explored a little as he washed those parts of her. His hands showed that he respected her, cared for her and that he had strong feelings for her that were getting stronger while in the shower. His rigid cock brushed her body as he moved around, but it was not deliberate, nor meant to indicate he was wanting to fuck her there and then.

Wendell was definitely not a virgin when he first took Heather, but everything they had done together was new, exciting and fun. He never explored a partner in the shower like that before, even though he shared showers with them before. All of his couplings had been in bed, or right beside it as they enjoyed something a little different. Yet with Heather, he took her in the bathroom, not even in the shower, and they had run naked back to his room after some incredible sex.

He grabbed the shampoo, and squeezed a little into his hand, and started washing her hair. The damp locks still felt silky to him as he worked the shampoo through her hair. He let out a slow, concealed sigh knowing that in all probability, they would never meet up again after this. Even living in the same city, even with her having one of his business cards meant nothing was certain. He knew she wasn't using him anymore than he was using her. But her circumstances, and more importantly her pride, would work against them.

'What the hell! Even if this is a once in a lifetime event, it is one that I will remember when I have forgotten everything else.'

Relaxed again, he helped rinse her hair, then placed a kiss on the back of her shoulder to announce he was finished.

"Now that you're clean, I'll just get myself clean." His hand reached over to take the bar of soap off the holder.

 

[Britwitch]

"Now, ladies first."

Heather stood still, hands shyly clasped in front of her as she watched Wendell build up a thick layer of lather around his hands. As he washed her Heather found it increasing hard to stay in one place. It was obvious he wasn't trying to excite her but every smooth pass of his hands over her skin, every massaging touch, was doing just that. His palms glided over her back her stomach, her legs, lingering marginally when they reached her breasts and sex but only slightly so.

She could feel, as he moved around her, that she wasn't the only one enjoying their shower, the firm flesh of his sex brushing her hip, her rear, as he moved around her.

It was so intimate, so very special, she didn't want to speak in case it somehow spoilt what they were sharing. His hands moved to her hair and Heather finally allowed herself to let out a soft sigh. His fingers worked carefully through her hair, easing out the knots and working the shampoo through her sodden waves. She smiled to herself as she heard a similar sound leaving his lips.

Soon she was clean and the last of the shampoo was washed away, Heather suppressed another sigh.
"Now that you're clean, I'll just get myself clean."
"Please..." Heather whispered, leaning over to place her hand on top of his as he reached for the soap. "Let me...?"
She didn't wait for his reply, easing her hand under his and working up a mass of bubbles between her hands.

Stepping behind him, she began to wash him just as carefully as he had washed her. Her hands working over his shoulder blades and down his back, massaging ever so slightly as she went. She allowed herself a mischievous smile as her hands dipped to the globes of his behind and covered them in bubbles, giving a playful squeeze before moving around in front of him.

Making more bubbles before washing his chest, fingers gliding over the wide expanse of his chest and the plain of his stomach. Reaching for the shampoo she pooled a little in her palm before closing the distance between them and pushing herself up onto her tiptoes to allow her to reach his hair easily. Her front pressed up against his, the soap that coated his making her chest slip and slide against his as she moved.

"You're taller than I am..." She said softly by way of explanation as she started to massage his scalp. Her face less than an inch or so from his throughout, her eyes meeting his every now and then. Her smile growing as the happiness inside her built. Even in such close quarters and with the intimacy of what they were doing, Wendell managed to restrain himself. He didn't just jump on her, he kept his hands to himself although she was certain she felt his hands hovering nearby when at times she wobbled a little against the tiled floor, just to help should she need them.

Once his hair was clean, she helped rinse away the suds from his body and stepped back a little.
"There...all clean..." She leant towards him to kiss his cheek once more, adding with a definitely wicked smile, "...ready to get all dirty again..."

 

[marauder13]

Showering or bathing with a sexy woman was in Wendell's opinion one of life's greatest rewards. The great sex they had prior was nothing to be complained about, but the teasing that went on while being cleaned by someone like Heather was in a league all of its own. She cleaned him much the way he cleaned her. It was functional, but that did nothing to quell the reactions to the feel of her hands on his body, as well as the occasional brush of her body as she moved about. They were naked, close together, touching each other freely. He was as horny as hell, and all of those factors didn't help him much at all.

Wendell couldn't help grinning broadly as Heather squeezed his ass was she cleaned him. He had thought of doing the same to Heather, but remained a gentleman. That she felt comfortable enough to do that to him made him feel happy. The woman he had met earlier that night was so tense, locked down emotionally, yet in the shared shower, they were both at ease, and she appeared to be genuinely happy. He particularly enjoyed watching her face as she cleaned his hair. If they ever came together as a couple, this would be something that would be done every time one of them needed to get clean. He so wanted to kiss her and love her again. But he knew the limitations of his body, and he needed to rest before the two of them had anymore intimate time together.

"There...all clean..." He felt the press of her lips against his cheek, bringing a heat to his face that he knew was a blush. Wendell found it silly that he was blushing then, given everything else they had been doing. But the way she kissed him was so different, more innocent, that it brought back shadows of a Wendell long past. As she leant back, he saw the smile that spoke of temptations and thoughts of less than pure nature. "...ready to get all dirty again..."

"That may be true, Miss Dean, but not so soon after getting clean." He led her out of the shower, wrapping a large towel around her and helping to dry her back. Once done, he dried himself off watching Heather either directly, or through the mirror. He hung his towel up to dry, waiting for Heather to finish toweling herself off.

"It's time for us to get some sleep. I think tomorrow will be a busy day for us, and we will need to be fully rested to deal with it." Wendell gave Heather a slow kiss, full of soft passion and care. He closed his eyes to concentrate of the feel of her lips on his, and how they tasted as well. He felt so at ease, and relaxed when he broke off the kiss. Taking her in hand, he took her into the bedroom. He got them both into bed, and after a little fiddling about, finally got settled spooning up behind Heather. One arm was under her head, the other wrapped around her body just below her breasts. He laid several kisses on her shoulder and neck as he brought his breathing under control. His felt his shaft starting to grow, nestling in the groove between Heather's buttocks. Wendell took a little time to bring his thoughts away from sex so he could sleep, and have even better sex in the morning.

"Good night, Heather. I hope you sleep well." With one last kiss to her shoulder, he settled down and fell asleep to vivid replays of their time together.

~||~​

Wendell woke up early the next morning, his body accustomed to early starts. He quietly untangled himself from the bed clothes and from Heather, grabbing some clothes and heading out into the living room. He paused at the door, looking back on the woman he spent the night with. He shook his head, laughing to himself over the change in his luck. Wendell dressed quickly, made a pot of coffee and buzzed the front desk.

"Hello. I am well, thank you. I have a small problem. One of the other guests, a Miss Heather Dean, left her pass key in her room and can't get back in. I was wondering if you could send someone up with a spare for her to pick up? No, she can't make it to the front desk, though she is in my room right now. In ten minutes? That would be fine. Thank you very much."

Wendell got the room a little cleaned up, and hid the bathrobes. He left his suit jacket out and went to wake up Heather.

"Morning, beautiful. You need to get up. A nice young man will be here soon with a spare passkey for you." There was a knock at the door, which surprised Wendell. He got up and found that one of the hotel staff was there with the passkey. "That was quicker than expected, please come in. I'll get Miss Dean to come out and get her card." Wendell grabbed his suit jacket and quickly entered the bedroom.

"Well, the card is here, but you need to be the one who actually receives it. So, just put this on, and go out and get the card from the nice young man." Wendell held the jacket for her to put on, all the while giving Heather an appreciative look and rather wicked grin.

 

[Britwitch]

"Morning, beautiful.”

A voice cut through Heather’s dreams and pulled her back to reality, eyes fluttering open and finding Wendell’s face hovering close to her own, feeling the weight of his body sat close by. For a split second she had to struggle to remember where she was. Partly convinced it had all been some fanstatic dream, their couplings, Wendell’s fight with Ben, all of it. The last thing she was sure of was falling asleep in his arms, his body nestled against hers, his arms around her, the feel of his breath on the back of her shoulder.

“You need to get up. A nice young man will be here soon with a spare passkey for you."
“Wha…?” Heather began, stretching with feline grace in amongst the sheets, arching her back and raising her arms above her head. She had slept well, far better than she had in years. The deep, restful sleep that came from going to bed totally relaxed. She lay for a moment just smiling to herself as Wendell disappeared. Smiling wider when he returned, pushing back the sheets and sliding out from between them.

"Well, the card is here, but you need to be the one who actually receives it. So, just put this on, and go out and get the card from the nice young man."
She nodded before her eyes registered just what Wendell was holding in his hands, what he thought she should wear.

“But I…I can’t go out there in just that…” Heather insisted, even though her arms had already started to go through the motions of putting on the jacket. Her face was shy as she caught sight of herself in the mirror. The bottom of the jacket landed on her thighs so she was covered, basically. But there was no hiding the fact that she was wearing precious little besides the jacket, bare legs and tousled hair doing nothing to conceal that she had just fallen out of bed. She pulled the front tightly around her, cinching it around her waist, protectively. Unwittingly causing the jacket to flare over her hips and actually raise the bottom of the jacket a little.

“You sure there isn’t a robe or something round here…?” Her eyes scanned the room and found nothing. She even considered the sheet might be a better option than the jacket, at least more of her would be covered than was currently beneath the jacket’s fabric. The smooth, cool lining of the jacket was sliding effortlessly across her skin, causing goosebumps to rise and her nipples to pucker slightly against its chilly touch.

Heather knew the quickest thing to do was to go out as she was but she dreaded to think what the staff member on the other side of the door would think. Scowling playfully at Wendell, she opened the bedroom door and stepped out into the main room. She tried not to notice as the man’s eyes widened and flew rapidly over her form, tried not to blush as she walked closer to him with one hand outstretched while the other held the suit jacket around her body.

“Thank you for coming,” Surprisingly, she found herself smiling when eventually his eyes found her face. When she stopped thinking of the situation as being embarrassing, it was rather flattering to be looked at as the hotel employee was looking at her. “I’m Heather Dean, from room 364, I think that key is for me…” She took another couple of steps forward on her toes, swaying her hips a little, crossing one foot behind the other almost coyly, tipping her head to the side and letting the long dark waves and curls cascade over one shoulder. A little of the Heather Dean of days gone by resurfacing briefly, although she was sure the flirtatious behaviour was for the benefit of the man behind her rather than the one she was addressing.
“I’m sure you have far more important things to get back to…”

 

[marauder13]

Wendell remained quiet as Heather started to get herself dressed.

“But I…I can’t go out there in just that…”

He wanted to reply, but he held his tongue and resisted spoiling the moment. The way she looked at herself in the mirror made her look all the more appealing to him. There was no doubting that Heather was a sexy looking woman. But there was a change to her that was making her see herself in a different light. But the way the jacket sat on her curvaceous form was spectacular. He had hoped that she would do up the buttons, but the way she held it close to her body did even better things. Coupled with the delightful chaotic flow of her hair, and very little else of coverage, she was screaming 'sexual delight' loud and clear.

“You sure there isn’t a robe or something round here…?”

Wendell gave an apologetic expression and gave his head a little shake. He held his expression as he watched Heather leave the bedroom. His eyes moved off Heather long enough to catch the staff member's eyes roam over Heather's unconventionally covered body. Wendell couldn't blame the young man for his reaction. He had to admit to himself, he wanted to show her off.

“Thank you for coming. I’m Heather Dean, from room 364, I think that key is for me…”

Wendell's mouth started to water at the display from his perspective. The jacket was riding high enough to give him glimpses of the curve of her delicious derriere as she shimmied over to the staffer. Every move of hers jacked up his hormone levels to ever dangerous levels. He wondered if Heather was doing it deliberately, or if it was something new that happened.

“I’m sure you have far more important things to get back to…”

The young man swallowed loudly, and nodded. He dropped the passkey into her outstretched hand. He looked at Wendell, not sure of what he should do next.

Wendell let a relaxed smile emerge on his face, fishing out a couple of bills for the young man, pressing them into his hand as he shook his hand. "Thank you for your help. I am very pleased at the service we have received from the hotel staff." Wendell escorted the man from the room, making it clear that he had things on his mind that required solitude. The younger man started to blush as his thoughts started to parallel Wendell's from a different point of view.

Wendel closed the door, and walked back to where Heather stood. He kissed her forehead softly, peering down the valley between her breasts. "Have I mentioned you look good enough to eat?"

He led her to the sofa, assisting her in sitting down. He lowered himself to his knees in front of her. He took hold of each of her knees, gently and firmly pushing them apart and lifting them up. He watched her most prized treasure was revealed in the soft light of the morning. He looked up at Heather's face as his own descended closer and closer to his goal. His lips brushed her other lips with the softest of kisses, before his tongue started to explore. The tip traced the edges of the soft folds of flesh. He moaned with delight before taking in a deep breath. His mouth went to work on her upper edge of her sex. He licked the hard little nub, sucked on it and also turned his attentions to the surrounding regions. While he had her distracted, his middle finger found her entrance to her core. He easily found where the rough patch of skin inside was located. He rubbed it vigorously as he continued his oral assault on her sex.

He continued to please Heather until she came, riding out her climax along with her. As she slowed, he withdrew his finger as well as bringing his face up from where he was feasting. With a great show, his displayed the soaked digit before he sucked it clean in front of her.

"Delicious. Yes, Heather, you are good enough to eat. You want anything for breakfast?"

 

[Britwitch]

The keycard landed in her palm and after a slightly awkward couple of moments had passed, Wendell dismissed the man with thanks and a tip. Tucking hair shyly behind her ear, Heather tossed the key onto a small chest of drawers, smiling wider as Wendell walked back towards her.

"Have I mentioned you look good enough to eat?"
She shook her head, almost coyly, letting him lead her towards the couch. Soon he was between her legs, his mouth and soon his finger driving her with impossible speed towards a climax. It was as if he knew her body, how it worked, what it craved and needed. Her hands moved to his hair, her own head rolling back against the couch. Hips shifting against his face and finger, sounds of enjoyment growing in frequency and volume as her body raced towards its goal. The smooth, expensive, lining of his suit jacket rubbing over hardened nipples and adding yet another powerful sensation to those already captivating her.

She smiled up at the ceiling as she thought of how he had looked at her, admiration, pride and desire all mingling in his gaze when he’d been presented with her sex before him. She’d never been looked at like that by anyone else. It made her feel…made her feel special.

Her hands tightened in his hair, almost threatening to pull some from his scalp when her orgasm took hold of her, drawing him tight against her. Heather’s cheeks flushed when he eventually pulled away and cleaned his finger. Her chest rising and falling as she fought to collect her breath.

"Delicious. Yes, Heather, you are good enough to eat. You want anything for breakfast?"

“Hmmm, I can think of a few things that might fill the hunger I have right now…” Eyebrows arched as she reached forward to take hold of the hand that had moments earlier been inside her. Pulling gently until he moved to sit upon the couch beside her. At first she intended to repay his actions in kind but a better idea filled her mind. Swinging herself around, she quickly straddled his lap. The suit jacket hanging open and only just covering her breasts. Her bare and moistened lips hovering over his crotch. “But then I’ve always been one for working up an appetite with some early morning exercise…” Part of her couldn’t quite believe the words falling from her lips, they were the sorts of things she’d have said in the distant past, before everything went wrong, but would never have believed she’d have the confidence to say them again.

A hand snuck between their bodies and worked to undo his flies. Soon her sex was grazing his shaft. Impossibly hot flesh pressing down lightly.
“What about you? You look like you take care of yourself…” Her smile was knowing and playful all at once. “Care for an early morning workout?” Without waiting for an answer, Heather let her body drop down onto his. Her tight wetness engulfing his flesh, she sighed appreciatively as he filled her. She stayed still, just taking a moment to just relish both the sensation and his expression. Resting her hands on his shoulders, her hips began to move. Rolling slowly but firmly over his.

Her movements grew quicker, deeper. Her eyes focused on his, looking for the tell tale signs that something had felt more intense than another, so that she could do it again for him. This time was about him, about thanking him for all that he had done with her, for her. Flexing her internal muscles around him, she dropped her arms back to allow the jacket to slip off her shoulders and slither to the floor. Leaving her naked as she moved on top of him, legs bent at either side, breasts swaying before his face. Long dark hair hanging down her back, swaying with her motions.

She suddenly took hold of his hands and lifted them to her chest, pressing them against her breasts. Smiling to herself as she silently acknowledged that perhaps this time was, for the first time, a little bit about her too.

 

[marauder13]

Wendell couldn't stop the cheeky smile that crept across his face after he asked Heather about breakfast. Her response caught him a little off guard.

“Hmmm, I can think of a few things that might fill the hunger I have right now…”

But what she did along with the words surprised him that little more. She was happy to follow his lead, enjoying what he came up with for them both. But then she showed a little courage and took the lead. He sat beside her, genuinely intrigued by what she had planned. He had his suspicions, and hopes, but he kept them at bay while he waited for the gift to be unwrapped.

With a smooth motion, he found himself with a lap full of nearly naked Heather. Hormone and automatic functions kicked in, and he was rock hard within seconds. His heart rate climbed dramatically as his mind raced through the most likely course of action, followed by numerous variants.

“But then I’ve always been one for working up an appetite with some early morning exercise…”

Wendell half moaned, half whimpered as he was overwhelmed with images of early morning exercises involving Heather. He was a normal morning exercise person, though his chosen form of health activity was running. But he knew well enough that good, healthy vigourous sex was just as good as a run, and a hell of a lot more fun. It also had other sideline beneficial medical effects too that running couldn't supply. Of course, good sex means having a partner, and up to that moment, Wendell lacked the helper. His thoughts were interrupted as he felt Heather's hand working on his pants and free his erection, much to his initial relief.

“What about you? You look like you take care of yourself… Care for an early morning workout?”

Wendell managed to smile, and open his mouth to reply when he felt her encase his shaft within her hot, wet velvet tunnel. His eyes widened slightly as his smile broadened. He remained still, entranced by Heather's desire to take the lead. He studied her face as she remained still on him. He wondered what she thought, what she felt as she sat still on his lap.

Then she started to move. Heather supported herself with his shoulders as she rolled herself in the most bone melting of ways. He looked on in awe as she pressured him in places and ways that he had never felt before. She locked her gaze on his, and he held hers in return. He shuddered slightly, other times groaned softly or his eyes widened just slightly when she hit particularly good places. He was overwhelmed by a barrage of sensations that he had no clear idea of what she was doing to mess up his mind so wonderfully.

Even the gentle drop of his jacket was a move more erotic than he ever thought possible. But then, he was presented with a vision so exquisite that words failed to express the impact it had on him. His hands were guided to her breasts, resting on the globes of warm flesh, cupping them and getting a feel of them as they moved against his palms.

He took one hand away, snaking it behind Heather's head, pulling her down into a kiss that reflected how he felt. Turbulent, passionate, demanding, accepting, lusting and thankful all were present in his kiss. His tongue sought out hers, dancing with it in her oral cavity to the music of their bodies fucking and his continued whimpers and groans. Heather was sending him faster and faster to his peak, and he was loosing control. He started to move in sync with Heather, thrusting up with his hips as she ground down on him. The hand that cupped her breast snapped down to her hip, holding on fiercely as he continued to thrust harder. Soon, the other hand was on the other side, and holding her still while he slammed himself into her.

He broke off the kiss, the need to breathe greater than the need to continue the kiss. His look was frantic and confused. He was wanting to tell her how good it was there on the sofa with her, but he couldn't focus enough. Every fibre of his being was propelling him towards a peak he knew was going to be greater than any he felt before. His eyes widened even further as low in his body he felt the tension build before he erupted within her.

"Oh... Jesus!" The pressure felt so great Wendell thought for a brief moment his cock was going to rupture. He felt the swell as the vanguard leapt from him into the welcoming darkness of Heather's sex. He shuddered and rocked as each spurt filled Heather. It wasn't until the last of his thanks was given to her that he was able to breathe again. His chest rose and fell with the large intakes of breath that filled his lungs.

"I... think I might... be a little out of... condition." He had a short laugh. "I think I need to get some personal... trainer to help get me... back on track. You have any recommendations?" He let the smile rest on his face for a while, before reining it in a little. "Heather, that... that was great. Better than any fantasy I ever had involving you. Thank you. For sharing that with me."

His hands traced lines across and the length of her back. Sleep tousled hair, rosy cheeks with a shine from sweat; Heather looked gorgeous, alive and extremely relaxed and happy.

His stomach growled loudly. "How about we have a quick shower, then you have a lengthier one and I'll order some breakfast for us. Then, I'll go down to your room and find you something to wear in public that is socially acceptable, so you can return to your room as needed." His eyes drifted over Heather's naked body. "Not that I have any issues with you being naked, of course. Does that sound OK to you?"

 

[Britwitch]

Heather lost herself in his kiss although it was far more than just a simple meeting of lips. A wordless expression of so many things. She tried to respond in kind, lips caressing, tongue stroking, trying to show him how much it all meant. Rising and falling on top of him without pause, grinding sex against sex. She couldn't begin to remember the last time she had felt like this, the last time she had wanted to do the things she was doing. And yet with Wendell, they all seemed so natural, so right.

She tried not to let her enjoyment of what they were sharing, of what they had shared, cloud the reality of the situation. This was a weekend, a wonderful weekend, but she daren't begin to believe it was more than that. She was getting to spend a day or so away from the drudgery of her life, where she felt useless and without hope. Here and now she felt desired and sexy, she felt confident. Heather more like herself, and she liked herself.

Wendell’s movements changed, they became harder, faster, pulling her out of her thoughts and smothering her with the reality. Here was a man who wanted her, in a way she’d never known, who seemed to understand her and who she wanted more than she could begin to understand. With a loud cry of her own, Heather’s hands moved to the back of the couch, helping to hold her up against the change in pace. Wendell’s firm grip on her hips would have held her up, she was sure, but she needed to try to stay upright. She needed to see his face, to see that he was enjoying all of this as much as she was.

"Oh... Jesus!"

His climax came suddenly and almost caught her by surprise. As he began to fill her tight canal with heat she sank down as low as she could, tightening her muscles to milk him, to soothe the twitching flesh. For a few moments they just sat, both breathing hard, bodies trembling against one another.

"I... think I might... be a little out of... condition. I think I need to get some personal... trainer to help get me... back on track. You have any recommendations?"
“I'll let you know if anyone springs to mind,” She replied, just as breathlessly as he asked.
"Heather, that... that was great. Better than any fantasy I ever had involving you. Thank you. For sharing that with me."

Heather’s mischievous smile grew almost shy as he looked over her, the touch of his hands making her sigh gently and move ever so slightly in response, spine curving as still sensitive skin prickled and tingled beneath his palms.

"How about we have a quick shower, then you have a lengthier one and I'll order some breakfast for us. Then, I'll go down to your room and find you something to wear in public that is socially acceptable, so you can return to your room as needed. Not that I have any issues with you being naked, of course. Does that sound OK to you?”

“That sounds,” Heather’s stomach answered for her, rumbling in quiet echo to his. She giggled, unable to stop it, fingers tucking hair behind an ear. “…perfect!” She finished once she had regained a little of her composure.
Heather rose off of him, the pang of disappointment to no longer feel him inside her tempered by the smile he gave her, the feel of his hand in hers as they headed back into the bathroom.

They kissed and embraced under the jets of water, this time their actions slower, almost sweeter. Wendell washed himself and then left her to clean herself. Heather sighed as her fingers worked through the tangles in her hair, her lips curved into a smile that she was beginning to think might be a permanent part of her face now. She let the hot water course over her skin, adding shower gel and cleaning every inch, gasping as her hands moved over her sex and the still aroused flesh almost throbbed under her fingers. Heather could not remember ever having been so turned on as she was around Wendell. She stroked back and forth between her nether lips for a moment or two before forcing herself to finish getting herself cleaned up, if nothing else her stomach was growling almost constantly and that was not a sexy sound.

Once clean, she wrapped herself in one of the ridiculously fluffy towels and took another to begin to dry her hair. Spotting a hair dryer beside the sink she began to dry her hair, tipping it upside down and running fingers through the waves in the absence of a hair brush. As the damp strands turned into soft locks Heather did feel a fleeting moment of panic. She had left her case in an obvious place but the contents left more than a little to be desired. She’d treated herself to expensive clothes for the reunion itself but the almost empty case held little besides some well worn jeans, a t-shirt, a clean change of simple underwear and the boots she’d arrived in. Standing upright Heather caught her own eye in the mirror.

“He won't care...” She said out loud, trying to convince herself that he wouldn’t mind what he found. “I'm sure he won't...” She murmured, noticing how her expression had started to return to the worried one she had worn for so long. Heather slapped her hands onto the sideboard that ran next to the sink and looked herself deep in the eyes. “The only one worrying is you, so stop it!” She told herself firmly.

From out in the suite she heard the sound of the door opening and felt her stomach jolt, but not with the nerves she expected, with excitement that Wendell was back. The smile flew back to her face and with a quick glance at the curls and waves now tumbling down around her shoulders, she almost bounced out into the main room, the towel wrapped tightly around her figure, pushing her breasts up ever so slightly and showing almost the entire length of her legs, trying to look casual as she leant against the wall slightly as Wendell came into view.

“I was beginning to think you might have gotten lost!” She teased softly, unable to look anywhere else but at him. The worries and doubts, for the moment at least, gone. He was back, he hadn’t abandoned her for a better offer or been frightened off by the less than glamorous contents of her suitcase. He was back. That was all that mattered.

 

[marauder13]

The fact that Heather's own response to the question of Breakfast was accompanied by a growl from her stomach made Wendel feel a little less embarrassed by his own body's displays. But it was all forgotten as he watched her shyly ready herself for the shower. He was starting to adore the way she hooked her hair behind her ear. The tilt of her head, and the set of little facial expressions accompanying the move seemed to reflect something about the woman he was getting to know much better.

She climbed off him, and he was trying to think through the impossible ways of staying in her like that, as well as getting other tasks done. But, nominally free of her body, Wendell quickly undressed and allowed himself to be led to the shower.

He just knew in his gut that the shower would be a shared cleaning experience, nothing more. Though the initial kiss and hug made him think that he may have seen it incorrectly. But he washed himself, functionally removing the sweat and other evidence of their morning fuck before leaving Heather to enjoy a soothing shower.

He dried himself off, and got dressed in some very casual gear; a t-shirt that had seen better days, well worn in jeans that suggested that the man within them was nicely proportioned and some functional jocks. He decided for the inside walk, he would forgo shoes. He paused to order them a full breakfast each. As he headed for the door, he absentmindedly picked up his wallet, shoving into his back pocket and left for Heather's room to fetch her some clothes.

"I wonder how many times she's showered alone after being with a guy?" The elevator was empty as he aired his thoughts to himself, an old habit that returned occasionally. "The few that we shared together seemed to be novel for her. The men who had her prior must have been fucking idiots." He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. "Well, at least Ben was. And still is."

He sauntered to Heather's room, entering and closing the door quickly behind him. He wondered how long she saved up for this trip, given all that happened to her. He recalled the outfit she was wearing at the reunion. It was not a cheap outfit from the look of it, neither was anything else she was wearing. He frowned a little while he tried to work through that contradiction.

"Loan from a friend perhaps?" He walked over to her case, finding practically empty except for a single change of clothes. A quick search of the rest of the room found only her reunion outfit. "Maybe some special arrangement with someone? Oh, you fool, Wendell. She wanted to give the impression that she was still the same woman as she was in school. Successful, still top of the pack rather than someone trapped in a hellhole. Yes, spend enough money to make the impression hold, possibly renting the outfit for the weekend." He nodded with a 'hmmm', pleased he solved the mystery that was Heather's sparse wardrobe.

Wendell chuckled to himself when he felt the wallet press against his backside as he bent to scoop up Heather's clothing. "That's right, my card! I haven't given it to her yet." He got out his wallet, fishing through for one of the emergency spares he kept in his wallet. He looked around her room, spying her purse. He wandered over, opening up another of those gender based mysteries, only slightly less scary than a woman's handbag. He found an empty slot in the credit card area, and he slipped the card in there. His smile was broad as he closed it up, returning it to where he found it. He proceeded to collect Heather's clothing and take it back to her. As he walked to the door, he made sure that the intimates were not visible. Satisfied that he would not show off anything, he made his way back to his room.

One of the staff was just arriving with the cart with their breakfast when he got to the door. "Ahhh, thank you." He fished out a tip for the man, waiting for him to leave before he reentered his room. He was glad that he sent the young man away, because he certainly didn't want to share the delightful sight he was greeted with. Towels ranked up with mens business shirts as the most easily sexy things a woman could wear. All the important aspects of Heather's body were hidden, but the showing of her legs, and the reminder of her bust line more than made up for it. Plus, there were occasional peaks of more as the towel parted lower down her body. It made no difference that he had seen her naked only minutes before, and done wonderful things to her naked body before that. The display, and the inherit tease, were still marvels to behold.

“I was beginning to think you might have gotten lost!”

Wendell smiled back, basking in the glow that was a relaxed, happy Heather. "Well, I did have to tackle that great mystery that is a woman's wardrobe. But I will admit, that I wimped out in the end, and just took what you left in your case." He held up the bundle of clothes before placing it on the sofa. "I hope you don't mind the choice, but I feel that you'll look pretty good in it."

He walked back to the cart, taking the first tray off and moving it to the table. The aromas sneaking out from under the covers were getting his mouth watering a little. He soon got all the food onto the table.

"Come on, let's eat, and think of how we can spend the day." His eyes roamed over her body again, mentally removing the towel as he went. His stomach chose that time to remind him of other hungers he had. Without waiting, he lifted the plate cover, and sat down to start on his breakfast.

 

[Britwitch]

"Well, I did have to tackle that great mystery that is a woman's wardrobe. But I will admit, that I wimped out in the end, and just took what you left in your case. I hope you don't mind the choice, but I feel that you'll look pretty good in it."

"I don't mind at all," Heather smiled, taking the clothes he'd brought and feeling relief flood her. He wasn't dressed in some designer outfit, in clothes worth more than she could ever hope to spend on fashion, he was dressed like any 'normal' guy would on a Sunday morning. He look comfortable. He looked good, her mind added mischievously as her eyes dropped to his rear when he moved towards the breakfast cart.

"Come on, let's eat, and think of how we can spend the day."

"Definitely!" Heather laid the clothes on the bed and seeing Wendell beginning to eat, peeled off the towel and pulled on her clothes. The underwear was simple, the t-shirt definitely leaning towards becoming a vintage piece of clothing, jeans fit her snugly but comfortably. She popped back into the bathroom to hang up the towel before joining Wendell at the table.

"Oh this smells amazing..." She sighed, pulling a plate closer before sipping on some orange juice. "Thank you for arranging this, I didn't realise just how hungry I was until I smelt it!"

There were a few moments of silence as the pair dealt with sating their own hungry stomachs, sharing smiles every so often, eyes meeting over the rims of their glasses and mugs.

"So, what shall we do today?" Heather asked once she felt the aching inside abate. "I have to admit, I rather thought I'd be going home as soon as this morning rolled around so I have no idea what's on offer."
Her smile grew shy and cheeks flushed a little as she realised how her words could be interpreted. "I mean, I didn't bother to check the hotel's facilities when I booked my room..."

She finished off her orange juice and helped herself to a slice of toast, intending to enjoy the luxurious breakfast while she could. Tomorrow her morning indulgences would return to the usual level of a bowl of cereal with milk and, if she remembered to put on the coffee maker, a mug of coffee before heading out to work. As she thought of the real world waiting for her, she realised there was another real world waiting for him. A very different world to the one in which she lived. One of success, one of achievement.
One he probably wants to get back to, her mind added cruelly.

"But I…I know you’re probably very busy and am sure you didn’t anticipate staying here any longer than last night so please, don’t feel obliged to stay longer than you have to…not on my account…” Heather’s voice dropped ever so slightly as she spoke even though she tried to sound as nonchalant as possible.

She reached out and offered the basket of toast to him with as bright a smile as she could manage.
“Toast…? It’s really good, tastes like they make their own bread, although in a hotel this good, I doubt they get their supplies from the local 7 – 11!” Heather finished less than eloquently. “Can I pass you anything else…? They’ve sent up all kinds of jams and there’s honey and syrup…something for every sweet tooth!” Her smile grew warmer, more relaxed as her eyes met his. If he said he wanted to spend time with her, he probably did. He had done nothing yet to make her doubt his intentions towards her. If all he’d wanted was to sleep with her, he’d done that – and more, but he was still there with her. “Sorry if I’m babbling, I guess I’m seriously out of practice when it comes to morning talk…” Fingers on the hand not holding out the bread hooked hair behind her ear. “So do just tell me to stop talking if I’m getting on your nerves!”

 

[marauder13]

When heather returned to the room dressed in the clothes he brought back, Wendell smiled. To him, she did look good in the clothing that was most probably her day to day wear. His rather lust driven mind proceeded to conjure up images of how much fun it would be removing those same articles of clothing from her and sampling once again all the joys she could offer.

'Later lad. Get to know her a little better before you fuck her again. At least try to be a gentleman.'

Heather sat down opposite him, settling herself and making her first choice from the ample offering the hotel gave them.

"Oh this smells amazing... Thank you for arranging this, I didn't realize just how hungry I was until I smelt it!"

Wendell was too hungry to answer politely. He was eating with a little more gusto than he normally would, but the times spent with Heather had worked up a good appetite and he was readying himself for hopefully more of the same later on. But whenever he could spare it, he turned his attention to Heather. She brought smiles to his face, and seemed to banish tensions that had been lurking deep within him.

He had a crush on her in High School. So did most of the heterosexual males in the school. Some of the fortunate few managed to act out on those desires. But sitting across the table, Wendell was reflecting on what had happened, and more importantly, how he felt about it. His desires for her were just as strong as they were in High School. There was something about finding out about how easily Heather let him take the lead when they were together that made him feel more alive. A slight frown creased his brow as he honed in on that thought. 'Have I been forcing her to do things she hasn't wanted to do? Have I been controlling her in ways that are wrong?' He thoughtfully chewed on his food. 'No... When I started something, Heather has happily followed along, enjoying it a great deal from what I perceived. She even took charge herself once, so she has truly been enjoying our intimacies. And if being the... I guess submissive one of the pair is what she likes, then it is something I should be prepared to handle. Who am I kidding? If she wants me to take charge, then I will because if felt fucking great.' The smile lit up his face as Heather turned to look at him again.

"So, what shall we do today? I have to admit, I rather thought I'd be going home as soon as this morning rolled around so I have no idea what's on offer. I mean, I didn't bother to check the hotel's facilities when I booked my room..."

Wendel bit his tongue when he almost replied with "You" to her first question. He liked the way her face darkened ever so slightly when she realized how her words could be interpreted. He nodded at her correct and swallowed the mouthful of food.

"I know what you meant, Heather." Though his return expression told her that he thought exactly what had caused her to blush.

"But I…I know you’re probably very busy and am sure you didn’t anticipate staying here any longer than last night so please, don’t feel obliged to stay longer than you have to…not on my account…”

Both of Wendell's eyebrows shot straight up at her declaration. She would have got a lesser response from him if she declared herself to be a lesbian. While he was not some man who's brains were in his dick, the thought of not hanging around and spending time with Heather never crossed his mind.

Before he could respond, Heather disarmed him with the 'delightful hostess'.

“Toast…? It’s really good, tastes like they make their own bread, although in a hotel this good, I doubt they get their supplies from the local 7 – 11! Can I pass you anything else…? They’ve sent up all kinds of jams and there’s honey and syrup…something for every sweet tooth!”

He watched Heather relax, her smile making her look radiant and quite attractive. The first thought that ran through his mind was to kiss her. Deeply, passionately and show her how much he desired her. But not just her body, but her. The woman who sat opposite him who turn out to be a more decent human being than he imagined. She could have left him at anytime and he would have grudgingly let her go. But she hung around, enjoying his company. She wasn't leeching off him, not that he thought she was. They were doing what they felt was right for each other, and that, to him, was all that counted.

“Sorry if I’m babbling, I guess I’m seriously out of practice when it comes to morning talk…” Her free hand hooked the hair behind her ear, along with the slight tilt of her head and that faint change in her expression. “So do just tell me to stop talking if I’m getting on your nerves!"

"Heather, did you ever have a time where you had morning talk with someone? Even so, it's probably been many years since you had the chance huh?" He gave her a reassuring smile. "Now, about what to do. I managed to wrangle a whole three days off. One day for the reunion, one day for family and one day for any friends that I happened to find. Now, I saw my family at Christmas like I do every year, so I don't really need to see them again so soon. I have only met one friend at the reunion so far, so I've got plenty of time to spend with you."

Wendell took a sip from his juice. "I can understand you feeling nervous. From my side, you have been having a great time with me, and you might be afraid of that coming to an abrupt end. I have no plans on dumping you. Actually, I would like to take a walk around the 'main drag' with you today. Just get out, walk around, see what's changed, if anything. You know, enjoy your company in the true sense of the meaning, not just in how we have been. Not that I am complaining about that in any way, shape or form."

He set his glass down, and settled his gaze on Heathers. "I am glad that I met you Heather. You have turned out to be someone much better than I imagined you would be. You helped ground me from doing some silly things in my trying to get revenge against those who tormented me. There is a person in there," he indicated with his chin, "that I would like to know better, because I feel that she is someone worth getting to know well." His face slowly took on a redder shade. "Plus... I would be lying if I didn't say that I would like to fuck you again before we leave."

He sat himself back, breaking eye contact while he calmed himself down. When he looked back at her, his face was almost its normal shade and he was smiling warmly once more. "So, we finish breakfast, finish getting dressed and go for a little wander around our old stomping grounds and reminisce a little?"

 

[Britwitch]

"Now, about what to do. I managed to wrangle a whole three days off. One day for the reunion, one day for family and one day for any friends that I happened to find. Now, I saw my family at Christmas like I do every year, so I don't really need to see them again so soon. I have only met one friend at the reunion so far, so I've got plenty of time to spend with you."
Heather couldn't have hidden the happy smile that bowed her lips even if she'd tried. She would tell him later she only had today and that she'd have to head back to Portland that night, or at the latest first thing the next morning. She did consider phoning in sick, just to be able to have another day with this man who made her feel so good, in every possible way but dismissed the thought just as rapidly as it came. She couldn't afford to have a day off. At that thought her smile faltered slightly.

"I can understand you feeling nervous. From my side, you have been having a great time with me, and you might be afraid of that coming to an abrupt end. I have no plans on dumping you. Actually, I would like to take a walk around the 'main drag' with you today. Just get out, walk around, see what's changed, if anything. You know, enjoy your company in the true sense of the meaning, not just in how we have been. Not that I am complaining about that in any way, shape or form."
Her cheeks flushed as he continued to talk, eyes looking at the table top in between glances into his face. His tone, his expression, sounded genuine. His eyes were on hers, attempting to hide nothing.

"I am glad that I met you Heather. You have turned out to be someone much better than I imagined you would be. You helped ground me from doing some silly things in my trying to get revenge against those who tormented me. There is a person in there...that I would like to know better, because I feel that she is someone worth getting to know well."
"And I you, to think we might never have met had it not been for stupid Ben and all the others..." For the first time, possibly in her life, she actually felt a kind of gratitude towards Ben.
"Plus... I would be lying if I didn't say that I would like to fuck you again before we leave."
"As would I..." The words left her lips almost as a sigh and after she'd spoken there was a quiet as they both tried to regain control over their countenances.

"So, we finish breakfast, finish getting dressed and go for a little wander around our old stomping grounds and reminisce a little?"
"Sounds like a plan!" Heather raised her glass in a little toast before draining the last of the contents. She had honestly never felt happier.
After they had eaten their fill, Heather excused herself to the bathroom. Taking some time to comb her hair and pin a little back from her face but leaving the majority of it's length hanging down her back. She hadn't any make up but she didn't think Wendell would mind. Her face seemed to almost glow she was feeling so positive. She glanced over herself, grinning to think that at a quick glance, dressed as she was, she could almost pass for her high school self. Almost.

Joining Wendell once more, they headed out of the room and downstairs. It was a warm day outside, with a light breeze, the sun was shining and Heather smiled a little wider as Wendell's hand slipped easily into hers as they walked.

Hayesville had barely changed. Naturally stores had changed their contents and names, some had closed entirely, but the houses, the people, the rest was the same as it had always been.

They talked as they walked. Sharing memories of the different parts of town as they passed by them. Heather's memories seemed to be largely positive, which surprised her, until their path took them closer to their former school and then her step faltered as memories flooded her mind. Memories with such differing emotions attached. The feeling of belonging, the feeling of success, mingling with the feeling of disgust at herself for the things she knew she allowed to happen to her.

She grew a little quiet as they walked along the wire fence that ran round the edge of the playing field, trying to block out images of her being pushed against it, rough inexperienced hands mauling her young body. Heather held onto Wendell's hand a little tighter, clinging onto the positive feelings he filled her with.
They came to a stop at a gap in the fence and the pair stood in silence.

Heather looked up into Wendell's face. He'd mentioned his own time at high school had been less then pleasant, perhaps their emotions at that moment might not be so different.
"Feels a little weird to be back, doesn't it?" She mused, scuffing the toe of one of her trainers into the dusty ground. Wishing, not for the first time, that perhaps she and Wendell should have met when they were here in their youth. How different things might have been.

 

[marauder13]

Breakfast passed with what felt like a blur for Wendell. He was genuinely excited about spending time with Heather as two friends, rather than two sex starved rabbits. That would come later that day. There wouldn't be much more time left, so he would make the most of it when they got back to the hotel.

Wendell cleared the table, putting everything on the trolley for the staff to take away when they came to deal with the room. Plus, it was one less thing to worry about if they got back and the cleaners hadn't been there.

'Hmmm... a clear table. We could put that to some fun use.'

He turned his attention to Heather when she walked out. Her hair practically shone in the light, flowing down over the back of her shoulders and framing her face nicely. Her smile was radiant and he found himself smiling as well, knowing that she was sharing her good feelings with him.

Again, in what felt like an instant they were outside and their hands found each other almost instinctively. Wendell adored the feel of her soft warm hand in his as they walked. It didn't take long before they were sharing memories of various places they passed, or paused at. It didn't surprise Wendell too much that he knew of places Heather didn't and the same held true in reverse. Comic Book store, Radio Shack that had gone it alone and thrived along with a hobby store that had grown almost threefold since Wendell had left Haysville.

But the horizon held the one thing that the two of them held in common apart from being former residents. Wendell saw shadows of the past, heard echos of old torments and felt the dull aches of injuries inflicted long ago. But along with it came the quiet determination to succeed, and get the hell out of the shit hole he was stuck in.

Together they walked along the perimeter of the school yard, along the same chain wire fence that held them at bay when they studied there ten years earlier. Wendell was caught up in his own flashbacks to notice how quiet Heather had gone until they came to a stop beside a gap in the fence wide enough for them to easily pass through.

"Feels a little weird to be back, doesn't it?"

"Mmmmm," Wendell replied, watching the toe of her shoe disturb the bare soil. He looked over her shoulder into the school grounds, then glanced back at her. A cheeky grin broke out over his face as he grabbed her hand and dashed through the gap in the fence.

Wendell looked back to make sure that Heather was all right before he looked to where he was going. Like all the lust crazed male students, he knew of places where people could go for some privacy. Or at least somewhere that they could see who was watching them in action. The gap in the fence was close to one of the best private places on the grounds.

The groundsman's shed backed up onto a retaining wall that had an eight foot high wall atop that. The science block served as a roof and part of the third side with a host of debris closing off the area. An old mattress was in the driest part of the undercover area, and no one could enter without making it known to those already inside. In the ten years, nothing had changed, except there was a new mattress, and a couple of blankets.

Wendell got Heather inside and spun her around taking two handfuls of her lustrous raven hair. He arched her head back enough to claim her mouth with a searing kiss. Wendell felt like he was a teenager, this time the teenager he always saw himself as in his fantasies. There was no finesse to his kiss, there was passion, lust, desire and need. He walked her backward slowly as he breathed heavily and awkwardly through their kiss.

He pull away from the kiss, resting his forehead against hers, her hair still clenched in his fists. "Now, Heather, I hear that you are very good at sucking cocks. I wanna see how good you are. Why don't you take me all the way baby. Make me explode in that lovely mouth of yours. You'll do that for me, wont you?"

He pulled her back into a deep kiss, biting her bottom lip softly as his hand slid down her back, pulling her closer to his body. He ground his solid length against her, groaning into her mouth as he kissed her further, ignoring everything else but the woman in his arms.

 

[Britwitch]

Heather followed willingly, her heart racing as they passed through the fence and headed across the out field. It was a strange thrill that tightened her insides, the fear of being caught somewhere they shouldn’t be, the excitement at what Wendell might have in mind, the clammy panic of memories fighting to steal her attention from the wonderful man pulling her along behind him.

She realised where they were headed shortly before they reached it. Her cheeks flushing slightly as she recalled previous visits to this particular part of the school’s property. Property. Just thinking of the word made her feel a little sick. That’s exactly how she’d been treated.

Her eyes had barely registered the changes to the ‘furnishings’ when Wendell’s hands wrapped into her hair and used it to pull her into a kiss. Pulling just enough to tip her head back, to arch her body against his. It felt amazing. The kiss, the pull, him. Everything. All her worries, all her memories being pushed firmly to the back of her mind as she fought to return the kisses as furiously as he bestowed them. She was vaguely aware of being moved backwards as their lips and tongues danced dramatically between their mouths.

The kiss suddenly stopped, leaving her breathless and slightly shaky. Her eyes found his as he looked deeply into hers.
"Now, Heather, I hear that you are very good at sucking cocks. I wanna see how good you are. Why don't you take me all the way baby. Make me explode in that lovely mouth of yours. You'll do that for me, won’t you?"

From any other lips those words could have been an insult, especially when she had heard similar variations in this exact location all those years before. But from Wendell, in that tone, with those eyes, following that kiss, it was like a strangely wonderful compliment. Heather smiled, almost shyly, before he tugged her hair once more and reunited their mouths. She arched her back further, rubbing her front tightly against his. Her hips rocking and rubbing against the bulge that she could already feel pushing into her through their clothes.

She felt so wanted, so desired.

The hardest part was stopping the kiss. Was actually pulling her mouth from his and ending that wonderful breath-taking connection between them both. But eventually she managed it and slid easily onto her knees before him. Her fingers worked to undo buttons and flies, before reaching into underwear to withdraw the column of flesh and guide it towards her already watering mouth. His hands were still in her hair, such a wonderful sensation.
With a playful smile she looked up into his face, her hand wrapping around him and stroking up and down slowly but firmly.

“Then let’s hope I don’t disappoint…” She teased before leaning closer and enveloping the head with her lips. Smooth head resting on her tongue as she started to suck. The urge to suck hard and fast, to make him wet and slippery with saliva and bring him to the climax he wanted from her, was strong. Almost too strong to resist but she did. For the time being at least.
Her head bobbed back and forth before him. Her hands resting on his denim clad thighs, fingers massaging the firm muscles beneath the taut fabric.
Sucking and licking, the tip of her tongue circling, probing, teasing the head whenever it could. Deeper and deeper she took him until he nudged the back of her throat. Lips stretched around him as she pushed closer to his body and let him start to enter her throat. She wanted to impress him, to pleasure him. Desperate to feel him against her again, inside her again. She had absolutely no intention of disappointing him. Not if she could help it.

She smiled inside to think that one of the rumours about her that he had heard was at least partly true.

 

[marauder13]

To the eighteen year old who had no experience with women sexually, the words he let escape his lips would have been perfect. To the more worldly man ten years older, he could have groaned at the choice of words he used. But being there, with Heather, made him feel like he was back in High School, and living out his fantasy with her.

He almost sagged with relief when she lowered herself to her knees. She easily removed his erection from his clothing. Wendell was awash with feelings that tumbled about his insides. He was in an almost public place, about to receive what he felt was going to be some amazing oral sex from a woman he had a severe crush on some ten years earlier. Through it all, he knew deep down that there was more than just a crush, more than just lust at play.

Then he caught the look she gave him, staring up as her hand slid along his length. Between the two, he had shivers running the length of his spine like currents of electricity rebounding from one end to the other. He swallowed loudly, quietly thanking God for what he was about to receive.

“Then let’s hope I don’t disappoint…”

"Oh, I don't think that's a concern." Wendell's voice squeaked and cracked As her lips closed around the tip. His eyes widened as he felt the warmth of her lips and tongue on his cock, barely whimpering at the feel. The way she moved, and what she did was heavenly. She was... loving him? with her mouth. There was something about the way she was treating his captured flesh that was more than just lust backed enjoyment.

Every stroke of her lips and tongue was like a bellows pump for the fire raging within him. He must of looked like a slack jawed village idiot as she lavished her magic on him. He just stared, openly and brazenly as she did far from disappoint him with her ability. She was driving him relentlessly to a place where he had been only a few times before, and every single one of them was with her. He left her completely alone with how she dealt with him. How she moved, how deeply she took him, what she decided to do. He was only capable of controlling his body so he didn't fall over or do anything else inherently stupid or mood shattering.

More inarticulate sounds started to escape his lips as he got closer to hitting his peak. His brain was trying in vain to warn her of his pending climax, but it was hopeless under the onslaught of feeling she was giving him. His noises grew closer together as his breathing got more rapid. He was so close and there was nothing he could do to warn her or pull away and give her a chance to decide.

His hands tightened in her hair, but still did nothing to hamper her movements as he felt his cock swell with the passage of his cum. A loud groan burst from his lips as he felt his seed gush into her mouth. He continued to groan, his gaze never leaving Heather as his body reacted to the stimulation she had given him.

Wendell felt high. He felt like he had been given a handful of relaxants. He was dimly aware of what was occurring around him, except for the presence of Heather's mouth. He took a few deep breaths, uncurling his fingers from her hair. He stepped back enough to ease himself from Heather, then accepted gravity's offer and found himself on his knees before Heather. He looked at her eyes, entranced by the colour and the shine in them.

"You were fantastic, Heather. That was lovely. It was... in a league all of its own. Damn... I'm having trouble thinking straight. That's all your fault." His mock expression of anger dissolved quickly into one of joy. "For you to have learned to do that, young Miss Dean, you must have been a rather naughty girl." Wendell swayed a little as he tried to restore control over his body. He knelt a little higher, leaning forward and taking Heather in passionate kiss. "I wish I wasn't the gentleman I am, because then I would spank the naughty girl's bum. Right here, on school grounds just like the teachers used to do way back when."

He gave her a look, stifling a laugh. "This is how I behave when I'm drunk. But I haven't been drinking enough to explain it. Oh, who cares. You're great, Heather. After all of that, I need to drag you off somewhere and fuck you silly, so I don't feel so alone."