Revisiting my home town after 20 years

[dansemajik]

OOC:I am writing this at the request of a friend who loves to read my writing. The plot belongs to him, the words are mine. He will not be joining the thread, he only desires to see the story unfold. Please, feel free to join me in my revisitation. Lets make it real, and make it something that will turn him into a pile of jelly on the floor upon reading. Also, I want to thank all of you who have been patient with me while I fumble through this new genre. I appreciate your kind words, and your suggestions on how to go about this in a more productive manner. Thanks Danse.




IC: My name is Tammy, I am going back to the City I grew up in after being gone for 20 years. I was not happy about going back, mainly due to the reason. I had to take care of some old family business that I felt was none of MY business. But I got saddled with the responsibility. So needless to say, when I got there, my attitude left a lot to be desired. I had moved with my family when I was 16. I was coming back a grown woman. And boy did I look different. I was grown up. I had called a friend that I had been writing to on the internet for over a year, and told him I would be in town. He wanted to meet me for dinner. We had talked endless hours on line and on the phone, and were great friends.

He was married, and I had been dating the same guy for over a year. We understood each other. Dinner. Period.

I got my business done early and Mark picked me up at my Hotel, and took me to a nice secluded restaurant. I looked out over the lake and it put me in a reflective mood. "I had forgotten how lovely it is here." I murmured. Mark took my hand in his. He was a very good looking guy. He kissed my hand, and said, "lets go for a walk." I felt comfortable with him, he was sweet and kind and he held my hand while we walked the beach, I held my sandals in my other hand. My skirt swirled around my legs. I had missed the feel of sand beneath my feet and between my toes. I tilted my head back and breathed deep. I love the smell of the beach. I love the sound of the waves breaking on the shore. The moon was full, and the stars sparkled above. Mark must have heard me sigh. He turned me towards him and kissed me. A slow lingering kiss. I melted all the way down to my toes. I felt my knees get weak, oh shit. I should have pushed him off me, but I wrapped my arms around his neck, put my hands in his hair and deepened the kiss. All thoughts of his wife, and all thoughts of my man out of my head at this point. I knew what was going to happen next.

[Edited by dansemajik on 08-29-2000 at 07:57 PM]

 

[Amadeus]

It's always a bit of a risk meeting someone you have found interesting on the internet. It had come to be a pleasureful ritual going to my home office each evening to see if Tammy had written. We found ourselves confiding all the things that real life lovers might -- somewhat less complicated than the real life version of everyday contact. You can hide your off days on the internet, or at least not seem to be short tempered if you write only a note.

We shared our innermost thoughts easily after a few weeks, and have frequently written rather good erotic stories together. This made the opportunity to meet her even more tantalizing. I cannot say that my intentions were totally innocent in inviting her to dinner. I mean, I have to be honest about that. No matter how I promised myself that nothing would come of it beyond a simple dinner.

Sitting next to her over dinner, however was too much like our writing to escape bringing the temptation out into the open. We laughed easily from the first moment in the restaurant. We were soon exchanging reminiscences from our internet stories as if they were real life. Well, if you think about it they are real life! Just not what conventional thinking says is real life. After all, we had provided each other all the personal details which made the stories so realistic and therefore made them interesting and mentally beguiling to create.

I knew her bra size, she knew I was ten pounds overweight ( so I lied a few pounds, I had to pay for it tonight). I knew many things which turned her on sexually, she knew me rather completely, too. It made the letters and stories a great pleasure.

Now here she was, looking strikingly attractive. Even better than I might have hoped for. She wore a long swirling skirt, simple white blouse and a bright red scarf around her neck. All during dinner I tried in vane not to notice through the gap in her blouse the way her bra boosted her breasts into a lovely cleavage. I barely noticed that the slit in her skirt betrayed the attraction of the legs she had referred to as "my best feature, really."

And so, when we walked down the beach I was lost, totally smitten, like a teenager on his first formal date.

She sighed softly and I knew she was thinking of the smell of the sea, drinking in the cool breeze fresh off the sea. I also was certain that our dinner discussion about our internet correspondence had been as stimulating as it was for me, or at the very least a great heart felt pleasure to reminisce about.

Her hand clasped mine tightly now when one of the subjects we had talked about came up and it was a simple next step in one such moment to use her clasping hand to pull her into my arms. The kiss was everything a first kiss should be, tentative, a little bit, growing in intensity and building to a surprising tension, with arms surrounding each other, fingers in my hair, breasts warm and softly nestled against my best blue blazer.

Lovely.

But, now what?

 

[dansemajik]

I couldn't blame this on Mark alone. I may have had ulterior motives in meeting him. Our emails, chat and phone calls often turned to sex. We would fantasize together, and I even had pictures of his marvelous dick. He had pictures of all of my "best features" too. Who was I kidding thinking this was a dinner only.

We had grown up near each other, though we had never met. His Father was the principal in my fifth grade school. He knew people I had gone to school with. We were buds, and we each wanted to know the other better.

He looked wonderful. It was refreshing to have a guy go out of his way to look good for me. He smelled of Aramis, and I hoped he didn't notice the way I kept smelling him. I just love the smell of that stuff.

I knew that when we kissed, it would not end there. He knew it too. We sat on the beach, and started making out. It reminded me of the bon fires on the beach as a young teenager. Oh, was it grand. We fooled around for a while, deep, sexy kissing, feeling each other up, and finally, I said in a breathless sort of way, "Lets go to my room, get a bottle of wine, and do this right." He seemed to like my idea. He stood up and reached his hands out to me, and pulled me up from the sand. We brushed each other off, slowly, and with much distraction. I brushed my blonde hair behind my ears. And looked at him with my big blue eyes. I knew there were questions there. He kissed them away, and we walked back to his car.

I was ready for him to fuck me in reality. I was ready for him to have me, as I would have him.

 

[Maryanne]

Her tongue had been the first to probe.

No matter how it started, it was just like the first French kiss of your young life. Quite a thrill to find it again at age 40, I thought. My god but it was thrilling. She looked wonderful, her hair smelled like a woman and her breasts sprang eagerly into my hands, proudly, firmly and her nipples felt lovely between my fingers.

I was thinking to myself that perhaps this was a little on the high school-harry-make-out-scene when she suggested something about doing it right and offered her hotel as a solution. One thing about getting a little maturity, is you take things more as they come than you were able to when you were just growing up. I stood over her, her hands in mine, looking down at her as I pulled her to her feet.. Her eyes were blue, I remembered from the restaurant and she came immediately into my arms when she stood up and pressed her cheek into my chest. My arms surrounded her and I gently brushed the sand off her tush, fondling her as I went along. It was nice feeling that lovely firmness of a girls thighs on either side of your thigh as you snuggle together, the feel of her skirt slipping easily over her nylons.

Ten o'clock found us opening a nice bottle of wine in her room, drinking out of the only glasses available, you can imagine. I turned to bring the glasses just as she came out of the bathroom. The scarf was gone and another button was open at the top of her blouse and she ignored the glasses and moved easily between my arms. Her arms enclosed me and her cheek was against my chest again. I felt a little helpless, both hands being full at the moment, but her breasts bored holes in my chest and her mound pressed gently, promisingly against my upper thigh and she clung to me as if she meant it. We walked, glued together to the dresser where I put down the glasses.

"Mark? Are you going to make love to me?" Her question was just for the fun of saying it.

"Yes, Tammy, I think it is time! I have wanted you for so long, I can't even tell you how I have longed for you and had only a keyboard to run my fingers across."

We laughed at the past predicament known to both of us. My hands slipped to her bottom, feeling the roundness I had described so often in our fantasies. It was tangible, full, round, firm, lovely, just as I had predicted. I slipped her skirt higher in the back, finding the smooth silkiness of her pantyhose and panties taut across her buns.
It was really as if we each had a little map of each other's bodies and desires. I knew that she liked having her ass fondled very lightly. She knew that pressing her Venus mound against my thigh and wriggling against me was just right. I felt her hand pressed along the length of my cock which was now very hard and she had smoothed it upward under my pants so that it pointed straight up and her hand was measuring it's length pressed lengthwise along.

Again we were walking together, mouths pressed tightly in a long hard kiss, feeling our way to the bed. Without breaking the lip contact, her arm around my neck made that impossible, Tammy found the cover and threw it off the bed. She knelt in front of me and I felt her hand cup me as she worked the zipper of my pants down. Her hand felt tiny as it slipped inside and grasped my cock.

 

[Amadeus]

Tammy wrestled it out past the resistance of my Jockey briefs. The touch of her hand was a delightful sensation and I felt the head of my prick swell in anticipation of her attentions.

Tammy looked up at me with those blue eyes and with one hand cupping my balls and the other petting the length of my shaft she smiled and brought her lips close. First, she smilingly blew on the sensitive head, her lips pursed sensually, and the bright red of her lipstick looking very exciting. Her kiss was gentle and sent a shudder through my body and then her tongue found the slit at the end of my cock, nearly buckling my knees with excitement.

It was a scene that recurred in our fantasies. Her tongue flicked out and circled the head of my cock and she pushed it against my stomach and began licking her way slowly down the underside of it, teasing the center line vein. Her tongue pushed me from side to side as she progressed and my swollen stare became even more pronounced.

She came to the base. "Your hair feels like steel wool, just as in our stories!" she smiled up at me. "And it does tickle my nose!" her voice was mischievous and her joking banter was just as I would have imagined. Her lips were on my left ball and I felt that strange, rather vulnerable, even frightening tension as she sucked it into her mouth. I widened my stance to allow her more room and felt her little hand slip between the buns of my ass. Her tongue toyed with my ball for a time while time stood still as I watched her unbutton another button on her blouse.

 

[dansemajik]

We had been writing and talking so often, and in those brief moments that one has of ultimate honesty. I knew that this is what I had come here for. Just this, just Mark. I had worn hose because I knew they turned him on. usually I just did the old fashioned, and much more comfortable thing with thigh highs and a garter.

He was running his hands over my ass, sending thrills through me. I was so turned on. It was as if, we had written this out, and studied it, and now we were actually performing the play. I asked him if he was going to make love to me, knowing he was. Then as we kissed, I maneuvered him to the bed, I threw back the blankets, and then I unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his jeans. I wanted to feel him in my hands. I had imagined it so often, for so long. It felt better than I had imagined. So big, so alive, so Mark. I slid his pants down to a puddle at his feet, and he stepped out of them. Then I kissed his dick. Just the head of it, softly. My tongue darted out to find sensitive areas, and I began making love to him with my tongue.

I pulled one of his balls into my mouth and gently, swished it around my tongue. I know that this is a moment of mixed pleasure and imminent pain if care is not taken. I run my hands over his ass, and between his ass cheeks. I take him fully into my mouth all the way in. I had told him before that I gave good head, was not sure if he believed me, He always told me, all women say that. I could imaging the sight we was seeing from above. My red lips around his dick, my eyes half shut so that my eyelashes cast shadows on my cheeks. My head bobbing up and down. Damn, that was turning me on more. I licked him, and sucked him, my tongue
creating havoc in him. I only hoped he was enjoying it as much as I was.

 

[Amadeus]

I watched through half closed eyes, straining to control myself and not cum so quickly. It was not easy. As her tongue played with my cock, I was so excited that I could have at any moment loosed the sperm now straining my balls. Her hands held those balls in tenderness. Her eyes looked up and I could see her try to smile with her lips around me. Then she shifted slightly and took me deeper into her mouth, the slight strain to keep from choking evident in her eyes. She did choke slightly and paused to gain her breath, then, looking at me once more, she closed her eyes and urged me further into her mouth with her hand on my scrotum. The sensitive head of my cock, my foreskin withdrawn, now touched what I knew must be the entry to her throat. It was deliciously snug and the sensation of this contrast from wet, wet mouth to this narrow opening coursed through my body. It was certainly the single most erotic sensation I had ever felt. I felt her struggle yet again, pressing herself around my shaft. I could take no more, no matter how I tried and reached for her.

My hands tangled in her hair and I held her one more moment, my cock deep deep in her loveliness, then lifted her away from it, the wetness stringing from her lips to the very tip of my glistening prick until she was seeted on her feet . I watched her tongue extended and slowly, very slowly, circle her bright red lips. She smiled and said, "You like?"

"Ummmmm, I loved it. Come here, ……..please. I want to see you now."

She stood before me and I finished unbuttoning her blouse. Her bra was white with lace at the edges and a thin fabric which let her nipples prick though sharply. It was very pretty and her breasts were firm and nice sized. I recalled that she wore a 36C bra and this was in fact one she had described for me in one of our stories.

Her skirt slipped down her shapely legs, revealing a matching pair of white panties and a garter belt that was not part of the set, but was light blue holding her old fashioned nylons. The nylons were a rich warm medium brown color with dark bands at the top which were a lovely contrast against her creamy skin.

She unbuttoned and stripped off my shirt aggressively and I felt her fingers trail through the hair on my chest. "As advertised!" she laughed. " A hairy Bear!"

We stood and held each other for a moment, while I gathered my strength to hold off my orgasm. Her breasts were soft against my chest and I felt the clasps of her garters against my thighs just before the exquisite silkiness of her nyloned thighs teased my leg by straddling one thigh. I felt her mound against the juncture of my thigh and body. I wanted to hold her this way forever, I remember thinking. My cock was now pressed upwards between our bodies, her panties yielding further sensual pleasure for me. My hands smoothed over the pantied roundness of her bottom.

"Is this really as sensitive as you said?" I asked.

 

[dansemajik]

The crotch of my panties were soaked with desire. I straddled his thigh and rubbed myself up and down. Sending little thrills thru me. He put his hands behind me and started caressing my ass. Ohhhh, he knew that drove me crazy. I knew I looked sexy in my thigh highs and garter, with my silk panties all contrasting with my pale skin. I looked up and we kissed again. A soul searing kiss. Oh was this ever hot.

I could remember all the phone sex, the chat sex, when we would talk to each other while we got off, I thought that was pretty amazing...but this was beyond that. It was beyond anything I could have imagined. Our lips danced together, I licked the inside of his lips, and bit gently his bottom lip, sucked his tongue into my mouth. He gave it right back. It was marvelous. The feel of his hands on my skin was like a drug to me. Every place he touched left a shiver of anticipation curling up my spine, and between my legs. That is where I wanted him. Between my legs. I guided his hand there. I not being one for subtlety, let him know what I needed.

 

[Amadeus]

My hand found her wetness, there between her thighs, forming a pool of her creamy juices in her panties.

"Oh, you've made me soooo wet, Mark!" she whispered into my ear. Her hand took my cock now and with the shaft, slipped her panties down in the front and let me slip between her legs. The warm softness was lovely. The underside of my prick had the pleasure of her silky panties and the rest of my bulging manhood had the lovely contact of her extremely wet, soft pussy lips and thighs. Our tongues dueled madly with the need to find some way to get closer. She held my cock against her body and slipped easily back and forth on it.

Gently, I laid her back on the bed. She scooted back on it and spread her legs invitingly. I could smell the scent of her warm sex and see the dark patch of curls through the thinness of her panties. Raising her legs, I lay between her legs, supporting myself and then laying the length of my shaft against the silky crotch panel, feeling the cushion of her lips and the wetness there. Her nylons stroked my back softly, adding to the overwhelming sensuality of the moment.

I barely moved, just lay there feeling her sweetness with the underside of my cock, loving her for fondling my with her nylons. The entire length of my cock lay along the soft, panty covered crease of her pussy and slowly she moved under me to tease me further. I was not sure how long I could endure the lovely tension. It was a soft moment.

"Feel good?" I asked, looking into her eyes with pleasure and genuine tenderness. I knew that it was going to be delicious slipping into her vagina, knew that it would be hot on my sensitive skin, knew that she would hold me tightly and that, unfortunately I would cum very soon. I began making plans for a second time to make up for what I feared would be to short to satisfy her.

"Ahhhh, ……….. yes, ……….feels ….. nice! ………. Want me?"

"More than anything. Can't choose what I want to do first. A terrible choice amongst everything warm and wonderful. You're pussy ……….. feels so very soft and welcoming. MMMMnnnh. And I want to kiss it first."

"Yes, ………… ohhh, please, ….yes! And now!"

I slipped to my knees and slipped her panties down her nyloned legs. The scent of her was almost tangible, like a mist of glorious steam I could nearly taste. Tammy reached down and pushed her lips apart with her fingers, parting a few stray hairs and exposing her bright coral of her clitoris in the center of a glistening soft , succulent Calla Lilly whose petal led straight to the neat, partly open loveliness of her vagina.

My tongue found her clit, toyed with it momentarily. Then her hands were in my hair pulling me hard into her. My lips nibbled her clitoris, which was substantial, but not too large. Just enough to have a nice feel between my lips. Again she tugged me, I nibbled this time with my teeth, but gently, and I heard her moan, felt her grinding her pussy under me. My hands went to her breasts on both sides of her body so I had the multiple sensations of her warm torso against my arms, her soft wonderfully firm breasts in my hands, her nyloned thighs pressing my ears, her distinctive scent in my nostrils resting on her Mound of Venus and the sweet and bitter taste of her pussy on my eager tongue.

I formed the impression that the evening had started well and the question of whether or not we would enjoy each other in person was behind us. I decided to hold judgement as to whether her sense of humor was well developed for another time.

 

[dansemajik]

BRAVO!!!

It was like I had planned for this very moment my entire life. To be here now, with Mark, in this way. His dick nestled against my silk panties, wet with my juices. I had never been this wet before.

He looked a little perplexed for a moment, then he told me he wanted to kiss my pussy, Oh, god, that sounded like a plan. Please, I begged him, now. I made a clear path for him and I heard him breathe deeply of my scent. Knowing it was musky, and sweet, and independently me. His tongue and lips found my engorged clit and he started nibbling gently.

I wrapped my silk encased legs around his head and rotated my hips to help him a long a little. He was enjoying himself, but he was pushing me to orgasm. I knew that cuming again would be no problem for me, since I was capable of multiple orgasm. When we first started talking, and I told him that, he didn't believe me, but after a few phone sex sessions, he did. I could literally cum all night.

I was breathing hard, and I was frantic for it. He licked and bit and sucked me right into one of the best orgasms I had ever had orally. I tensed, and then it raged on and on, my cum slipping into his mouth with out effort, he was drinking it up. I assumed he loved it.

I wanted him in me. I wanted his huge marvelous dick deep inside of me, I knew he would get to that, but I was imapatient. "Mark" I said, "Please, make love to me now please, I need it." His dick was so big, and so hard, and I knew the capabilities it had. But still, I wanted to FEEL it.

 

[Amadeus]

Reluctantly, I drew away from the delicate flower of her body, my lips and cheeks wet with her creamy natural lubricants. I pressed one single closed mouth little kiss on the center of all her wetness and took one last longing look at it's loveliness.

I stood a moment beside the bed looking at this vision before me. She lay, arms reaching toward me, legs spread, the inviting patch of curls at her mound, breasts flattened slightly by her position, but nipples jutting toward me and repeated hoarsly, "Please, make love to me now, please, I want you."

Tammy moved toward the center of the bed and I knelt between her open legs, knee-walking toward her warmth. With one hand I soothed and smoothed the lips of her pussy and the other her breast, as we looked with longing into each others eyes. She pulled me toward her and our lips were suddenly ravaging each other, tasting the wetness from her pussy.

Her hand went between us and I felt her take my penis in hand and slip it up and down her lips, pausing to let me feel her clitoris as she slipped my foreskin back over the swollen and sensitive head. A huge shudder coursed through my body and I felt her shudder a little at the moment my penis contacted her clitoris. With one quick move, she guided me to the entrance.

My tongue found hers just as I pressed past the tightness at the opening to her
She sucked my tongue deep into her mouth just as I plunged deep into her vagina. She felt intensely hot. My cock felt as if it were suddenly on fire, especially the super sensitive head, now buried so deeply in the nubbly warm tunnel.

I just lay there for a moment, drinking in all the nuances of feeling both physical and emotional. My pubic mound was tight against hers. Tammy had welcomed with her juices my forceful initial entry and I was completely engulfed by her lovely pussy in one stroke. There was a tightness there at the base of my cock. There was the sensation of the tip of my cock touching what I assumed to be her cervix. Both these sensations out shown everything that was in between, but the entire feeling was one of ecstasy, the highest charged physical feeling ever.

My mind went back to something she had written to me some time ago. "Most men don't seem to realize that it is not the furious thrusting - all it takes is a little movement."

That would also let me delay my orgasm, I hoped, and I began making just the tiniest little insinuations of my hips. My cock moved and explored. Her cervix kissed the end of my cock as It circled inside her. I felt Tammy's answering hip movements. I could feel the tensing of her muscles as she seemed to squeeze my shaft all along it's length. "Oh, Mark, …….. good. ……. so good," I heard and felt her words in my ear.

Tammy's fingers were clenched on my back now, pulling me, guiding my slow tight little movements. I could feel her moving her pelvis in a way that made her pussy feel as agile as her hand had been in toying with my cock.

My mind came back to the sensation of the curls of her mound against mine and I wanted more complete contact urgently. As her eyes questioned me fiercely, I rasised up and passed her left leg over so that I was astride her right leg, still my cock was buried deeply inside her warmth, though it had momentarily slipped out so that just the head was prisoner of the muscle at the entry of her pussy.
Now I lay on my side with her on her back and our legs entwined so that much more of both our love zones were warmly and happily engaged. Our slow, sensual little circling movements continued with even more pleasure. I was getting closer to exploding, I knew. Tammy seemed to be getting even better at the little clenching and unclenching fondling her pussy was giving my cock. I tried to relax and let her play with me.

"Oh, wait, …….. darling, ……..wait just a moment. I'm so close. I want more, but I'm SO close," I muttered, feeling the pressure building in my balls. She paused momentarily, but seemed unable to stop. Her pussy-fondling continued more slowly and I felt her hand gently find my balls.

I slipped my hand onto her breast, fingers straddling her nipple and told my balls to relax just a few minutes more, as I closed my eyes to block out all but the physical sensations filling my mind.

 

[Amadeus]

OOC: Dear Dansemajik: I just went back and read your original start which mentioned a friend whom we were to try to turn into jelly. Has he/she puddled, or must we step up the pace?

 

[dansemajik]

OOC: he had puddled several times over from what he tells me. His last response to the latest post was simply WOW. I think we are progressing nicely, but I want to maintain his jellied state for as long as it is viable. So, we can step it up whenever you get ready to. I am enjoying this, and I want to thank you for joining in. You write beautifully. It is definately a pleasure dansing with you.

Danse.

IC: When Mark finally entered me, I was engulfed in the moment. He was so big, and I knew that I was still tight, even at the age of 36. I actually sighed when he entered me, he slid all the way in. It is hard to explain the initial entry, or rather how it feels for me. It is amazing. All these little curls of electricity seem to burst all around. I could feel him at the very back of my cervix. His Dick filled me up totally, and then he started the small circular motions with his hips, and my vaginal muscles did their thing.

He asked me to cool it a little, he didn't want to cum yet, but somethings just take on a life of their own...The way his shaft was rubbing against my clit, and the way my G-spot was being massaged by his dick, I couldn't stop what Mother nature intended. It was even harder to sustain when he moved behind me with our legs tangled together. Making love in this way gives both partners the ultimate in stimulation.
I felt the waves coming slowly through me. This orgasm was going to be different. Not Mad passionate, gotta cum type of orgasm, but slow powerful, take everything out of you type of orgasm. The waves started an echo, that bounced off inner organs, creating more echo's. I felt the weave of my existence splintering, I took in a breath that seemed filled with star dust. I closed my eyes, and let it over come me. I wasn't afraid. I knew that there would be more. I knew that it would happen again and again on this night. I wanted Mark to like it as much as I was.

 

[Amadeus]

Slowly, so slowly, we lay writhing together, trying to stretch the sensation further. I could feel her tightness all along the length of my cock. It was like a vacuum pulling down around my hardness and at the sames time, my cock was expanding further with the waiting, all the little vessels of my cock filling and feeling the pressure mounting.

It felt the way girls must feel encased in those very powerful nylons reinforced with spandex. All around my cock, the pressure, the intense heat and the silky feel of her moist love tunnel.

Tammy felt a little like one of those old Chinese finger traps which you press into and the more you try to pull out, the harder it holds onto you. It was great, but there was no way to extend it. Our bodies were slamming into each other now.

"Cumming, .. Tammy? ….. ohhhhhhhhh." I wasn't sure I was telling or asking, I think we were both in the throes of a mind blowing orgasm. "Cum sweetheart, cum for me!" Cum! Darling! Cum for me!"

"Yesssss! Mark! Yessss! Now! ………… more more more, harder harder!" her words were short, sharp out-breaths of air. Her <>thrusts<> punctuating <>each<> word<>, slamming<> hard<> into<> my<> balls<>. "I'm cummmming, MARK! NOW! Give it to me, darling, now! Deep. Unhhhhhh!"

I could feel the pressure topping out in my balls. Then suddenly, as Tammy clenched her muscles in orgasm around my cock, I felt the release of my hot sperm along the length my shaft and I was splashing deep into her depths. The first spurt was a huge release, the second a pleasure, the third a slower more luxurious emptying of me into her, the fourth and fifth, little spurts driven only by the willpower of wanting a few more strokes of the heavenly softness tight around me. My legs felt as if they would never be able to carry me again. I was that drained.

"Stay in a minute, Mark, I want to feel you." She was smiling at me and fondling my balls as sperm began slipping out of her and onto her hand and my balls. "Ummm, you're still a little bit hard!" In spite of her orgasm, she moved gently, holding me inside her with her fingers cupped around my balls.

"mmm, it was good, Mark, good, everything we promised! You?"

"Ahhhhhhrrrrggg, yes, ………. Perfect. You're a great lover, ……. you know? Really great."

She continued stroking her pussy up and down my semi hard cock. I tried to make it good but, I was really done. It was all her. She just held it inside her and moved on me, I could feel that I was softening fast. It felt very sensual though and I just closed my eyes and held on while she had her way with me. She came again with a soft sigh.

Tammy cuddled up afterwards and brought her wet hand up to our lips. "Want some?" Our kiss was wet, long and lovely as we trailed off to sleep.

 

[dansemajik]

It was incredible. It held with it all the sweetness of a first time with none of the awkwardness. I traced his lips with the mixture of my cum and his cum and we kissed, each taking in a bit of the ambrosia. I pulled the sheet up around us, and curled up in his strong arms. I gave a sigh of contentment and smiled as I drifted toward sleep.

I am not sure how long I slept when I woke up to see him propped up on one elbow gazing down at me with a funny little smile on his face....

 

[Amadeus]

I had turned back the sheet to stare transfixed at the curve her breasts made as she slept. It is probably the most beatiful curve in nature, the sight of a girl's breast in it's natural state. I traced lightly the underside of her breast, then touched the nipple.

The mound of her pussy peeked out from a copse of curls, looking proud and prominent. I could just see the beginning of her slit through the dark hair. I remembered the taste from her fingers last night and licked my lips in reminiscence. The taste still lingered. I was just about to touch it when I noticed her eyes flutter into wakefulness.

Her smile broke onto her face like a fresh wave on the beach and she half closed her eyes in pleasure.

"What are you staring at, may I ask?"

"You, ..............."

'Mmmmnnnnnb!"

"Come on, there's another pleasure I want to share with you!" I tugged at her hand and she reached for her clothes.

"NO, you don't need those, ....... you look beautiful!"

I led the way over her protests and her modesty to the sliding door leading to a balcony. Through the pitch black dark of the night and of the sea, we could hear the sea whooshing up the beach, wave after wave.

There was a delicate little rain falling. I turned out the lights and stepped out.

"Hey, it's reaining out there. You want me to catch my death? You're less trouble on the internet, you know that? And,...... something is slowly leaking out of me, to be a little bit blunt." She giggled, and I urged her into the wet night.

"Come along, it's warm out. Come on, I want you to see something!"

Tammy sighed heavily, took a breath and stepped out with me into the softly falling rain. The sound of the sea is bigger than life when you are close and a floor or two above the beach as we were. In moments we were beaded with the raindrops, leaning against the railing, my arm around her waist,her head against my shoulder.

The night was pitch black except that you could see the whit e froth of the waves lined up one after another waiting to entertain our ears.

Tammy slipped against me, my arms encircled her and our kiss was lingering and in time with the sound of the waves, taking, then giving back, ebbing, then flowing.

We floated there in the blackness, just the two of us, floating.

 

[dansemajik]

I didn't want to go outside, naked, in the rain. That part of me that clings to the conservative side. It was invigorating, the rain fell softly, caressing my skin. The tide pounded on the sand below. A sound I only heard in my dreams after we had moved away. It was a sound that would haunt me. I looked into Marks face and watched him lean into me, his lips connected with mine, and our kissing took on the rythm of the sea. Ebbing in and out, each breath, each caress of the tongue was a new and wonderful lesson.

My arms slid around him and our naked bodies connected. Our skin was wet and slippery. I pushed my hands up his back and into his hair, pushing myself further into the kiss.

 

[Amadeus]

I stood in the wet darkness, drinking in the sensation of having her breasts against my chest and her legs straddling mine. Her lips nibbled my ear lobe.

"Heaven." she murmured

"Yes, we should do this more often." I proposed.

Tammy giggled. "Mmmmm hmmmm!"

"Uh, .. I won't be able to stay all night. Wish I could." My arms tightened around her and I could feel the eloquence of sensuality of her body all along the length of my own.

She was silent for a time, then said. "I know. Got time for a hot shower? And don't forget to press 'ENTER' before you sign off!" Her hand found my recovering prick and fondled it slowly, sliding her hand up and down it's length.

 

[dansemajik]

When he said the words, "I have to get home soon" reality came crashing down around me. I hated reality. We could pretend on line that there was nothing pulling us in seperate directions. I couldn't speak for a minute, I was waiting for my throat to open back up. I smiled at him, my blue eyes shining with unshed tears. I was determined to have him once more before we had to get back to our lives.

I suggested a shower. He got my drift when I took his dick in my hand and fondled it. It still had some life left in it. I think he knew what I was thinking. We often talked about our situation. The distance, our responsiblities. Tonite tho belonged to us. I was going to make it worth it, and make some memories that would last a while. I took his hand and led him into the bathroom. Hoping he was watching my ass as I walked in front of him.

 

[Amadeus]

I followed Tammy's round ass back into the light. Her hips swiveled smoothly from side to side as she padded toward the shower, raising onto the balls of her feet as she went. The raindrops beaded on her shoulders slipped smoothly down the curve of her sensuous looking back.

She turned on the shower and waited for the steam to begin enveloping us. I stood behind her, looped my arm around in front of her and sighed as she slipped back against me. Her hair under the soft rain had turned into ringlets and her lips looked inviting as she turned to look up at me.

My lips found first her forehead, then the soft little spot just to the side of her eyes, her nose and then at last the comfort and welcome of her lips. Once again I marveled at how similar it felt kissing her as I remembered my very first kiss as a teenager. The years dropped away as our tongues tasted each other and the steam warmed our bodies.

I reached to adjust the temperature and Tammy slipped through the glass door, her lips lingering against mine teasingly until she leaned forward at an angle that made her breasts pendulous in front of her. As our lips parted, my eyes snapped to the loveliness of her nipples.

Taking my rising prick once again in hand, she tugging me inside with a smile and twinkling eyes that promised a revisit to another world.

 

[dansemajik]

Follow me, I will lead you a garden full of promise

I looked at him coyly as I urged him to join me in the shower. Since his dick was in my hand, he really had no choice. He started to say something, I put my finger to his lips, no words right now. No words, no voices to bring this to an end. The water was warm and silky against us. The soap was probably a little too girly smelling for him, but it was all I had brought with me. This shower would accomplish two things. It would give us more time, another interlude, more memories, and it would wash the scent of me off of him so he could go home smelling normal.

I took his face in my hands, kissing him deeply. I wrapped my arms around his head, and slid my body against his. I loved the way his chest hair felt on my breasts. I loved the way his semi hard dick rubbed against my pubis. I wanted to crawl inside of him. I couldn't get close enough.

I didn't expect this. To feel this passionate. I didn't think it would be this hard to let go.

 

[Amadeus]

Something about a shower together is special.

Tammy stood soaping me with the lightly scented soap, her hand combing through the hair on my chest, toying briefly with my nipples, then making giant swirls of soap suds all over my chest, ending with a long lingering fondling swirl round and round on my cock and balls.

I took the soap in my hands,soaped them copiously and then beginning with her nipples and the tips of my fingers I began a slow pleasure filled soaping of her breasts. Eventually, my hands were pivoting around her breasts, her nipples now hard against my palms. I squeezed her nipples in the crotch between my thumb and palm. I noticed that she tensed both arms against her sides in pleasure as I pinched and tugged her.

Her hands continued with my cock, one hand holding my balls while her other hand slipped easily up and down my shaft, the soap forming a soft film around me. Tammy's eyes were closed, but I was unable to take my eyes off her breasts -- half afraid she would disappear from this dream.

At length I knelt before her, as she laid her hands on my head, her fingers knitting into my long hair. I soaped her pussy carefully, the edge of my hand slipping up and down the long crease of her body. I could feel the tender flesh of her inner pussy lips, her clitoris, the flat valley of soft flesh that I followed until it opened on the entry to her vagina. My finger found her anus and soaped gently there as Tammy tensed at my touch, then relaxed as I circled the little muscle there. I stroked her gently all along the swollen lips of her pussy, mindful that she might be a little sore from the fury of our lovemaking earlier. If she was, she made no complaint and didn't shy away from the fondling of my hand in the soapy path.

I took the shower head and rinsed her front, watching the water bead and roll off her breasts, down over her tummy and onto the firm prominence of her mons veneris. My tonge went to the stream running naturally off the peak of her mound and drank a little of it before again delving into her slit to taste Tammy's clitoris.

My hand slipped between her legs to cup the twin roundness of her bottom and then to tease her asshole again, as the spray cascaded around my tongue and her clitoris as I directed it straight up into the crease of her body. Tammy shifted to open her legs a little wider.

 

[dansemajik]

OOC: Welcome back.

IC: I relaxed against the flow of the water and under Marks hands. the soap making them slick against my skin. As his hands traveled my body, I was reawakened. His soapy hands found my anus, and I tensed at first, but then relaxed, as he followed the water to my pussy. Ever mindful of any uncomfort, he was gentle. I liked the feeling of his hands on my ass, his finger pushing, probing against my ass. I still had his dick in my soapy hands. Caressing it, it had grown erect again. I was enthralled by the beauty of it. He had sent me pictures of his dick via email, so I knew what it looked like but it was even better in true color. My hands stroked, and squeezed him, as he stroked me.

I was aroused again in a big way. His mouth was licking me, his fingers were playing with my ass. It felt so good. I wanted him. I wanted dirty sex with Mark. What better place to have dirty sex than in the shower?

"Mark, remember how we always talked about you fucking my ass?" I asked, holding my breath waiting for his response.

 

[Amadeus]

My reaction was immediate and positive. I clasped her close to me, feeling her breasts against my chest, fondling her ass cheeks and pressing her pubis closer against my immediately rampant cock.

The thought of slipping into the tightness of her asshole was a sharp memory from our writing. I was thrilled that she mentioned it. It might have been a long time before I got up the nerve to ask. My finger found her tight little anus and fondled it.

I whispered into her ear, because I could hardly speak I was so excited by the thought. "Ohhh, yessss,... you think?"
Her hand still fondled my cock and I was getting harder by the minute.

I murmured quietly,"look, ...... there might be a problem ... I'm not sure ... without a lubricant? Will it be allright with you, ... do you think?"

I was also worried about myself. Could I keep from cumming long enought to get deep into her asshold without lubricant? I had a vision of not getting my bulbous cock head past her tight sphincter before my sperm spewed along her crease instead of deep inside her warm channel.

I hugged her very tight, my excitement choking the words in my mouth. I waited for her reply, my hands squeezing her round bottom.

 

[dansemajik]

His response was positive. He was worried about lubricant. Well, no one could tell me I was unprepared....I smiled at him as I reached into my bag by the sink and pulled out a brand new tube of KY jelly. "Lubricant?" I asked. I watched the smile spread slowly over his handsome face. this was going to be Goooooddd.