The Last One She Expected (closed for lmcms)

She handed the glasses and wine over looking up at him with a smile on her face, "If you want feel free even though this is suppose to be your vaction I already feel like I am the one being pampered." She told him.

She sat at one of the spots at the table waiting on him to pour the wine and take a seat. Her eyes never strayed from him. "So tell me how things have been did you have any trouble getting vaction time to make the trip?" She asked.
 
He flushed a bit and smiled as he poured her glass about half full and slid it to her, "You deserve pampering." Then he winked, "We've got all the rest of the trip for you to return the favor. Maybe one of your famous back massages at some point?"

Tim poured for himself and then restoppered the bottle before sitting down. It felt so strange to be doing this; just sitting down to a meal with a woman he liked. Maybe not strange but unfamiliar. At her question, he quirked his brows and laughed a little, "No, none at all. I think they were actually glad. I haven't taken a day off, other than mandatory health days, in a few years. Given what I do...people get nervous if you go too long without clearly releasing stress and connecting with the world in a meaningful way."

He reached for his glass, "Anna, Agent Marshall if you remember her, wanted me to take more time off for this, actually. But..." He flushed again, "I didn't because I wanted to have more time for other trips, if...um, if that was something we both wanted."

Tim raised his glass, "To you, Nora. Your health and happiness."
 
Nora blushed at his words but lifted her glass to toast when did, "And yours as well Timmy."

She sipped her wine slowly than began to eat as they made small talk growing more relaxed as the meal continued. As the meal came to an end she said, "You know I have nothing for dessert but how about we take the wine into the living room and continue our chat infront of the fire place?"
 
Tim used to not like it when he was called 'Timmy' by anyone. It was a diminutive to his way of thinking. But coming from her lips and in her smoky alto it sounded pretty good.

"Wine by the fireplace sounds like a great dessert to me," he answered with a smile. The tall, lean man stood and picked up his glass in one hand and the bottle in the others, "Shall we?" He gestured for her to lead the way.

Not totally because he liked following her and watching her move but in large part.

They moved into the living room and he set the wine down on the coffee table in front of the fireplace. "Are we going to have fire too?" Nora, a dim room, a fire, wine...it was almost too good to be true.
 
At his question she smiled "Of course it wouldn't be a proper dessert other wise now would it." She told him and sat her glass down to start the fire.

When the fire was started she settled on the rug in front of the fire place and reached for her glass of wine. "Come sit down here it's more cozy." She said after she had taken a sip. Nora became a bit nervous knowing what she wanted but far too shy to go after it instead she decided to bring it up in a round about way. "So how come you never made a move on me in highschool?"
 
Now that was a question. Tim took a drink of wine before he answered, sitting down on the rug beside Nora. Their bodies close, almost touching, but not quite.

He looked into the fire and sighed, shaking his head, "I guess...well, I thought you were out of my league for one." She still was, in his opinion. "But you also usually had other guys around you, and you were popular and I wasn't, so that didn't seem to suggest success. I guess I thought there was no chance. And I was afraid of being rejected. I was sure I would be, so I never tried."

Tim looked a bit sheepish. "I was pretty dumb. Things could have been different if I were braver or smarter." He looked over at her; God, she looked amazing in the firelight. It cast the most incredible shadows over her pretty face and luscious body and it made her eyes seem to almost glow. "...I'm still afraid of being rejected," he said after a few moments silence, "but I'm willing to take more risks now."

He leaned over and kissed her; a gentle, light, barely there touch. More of a question than a kiss almost, a probe to see if it was welcome.
 
Nora listened to him as he talked but when she felt his lips brush hers her whole body went on alert. A soft sigh left her lips and she eagerly but softly kissed him back moving back less than an inch.

"That wasn't so bad was it." She whispered against his lips before pressing another soft kiss against his lips.
 
No, no, it wasn't.

Her answering kiss was sweet and warm and it sent a happy contentment surging through his body along with an awakened if not forgotten hunger. Their lips parted and for a few moments, they simply breathed, and then his lips met hers again.

This kiss was the kind he'd wanted to give her all day. It was scorching and passionate, caring and desirous, relieved and rejoicing. He remembered to move his wine glass before he dared to slip his arm around her and pull her closer to him, their bodies now touching as they sat before the fire.
 
As the kiss became more and more passionate and their bodies got closer she ended up straddling his lap as the kiss contiuned. She moaned softly into the kiss ad she felt her panties dampen. She had not been with a man since her divorce and they had not had sex in about 6 months before the divorce. She had not had a non self induced orgasm in longer than she cared to remeber and just kissing Tim had her on edge and ready to shoot over the edge.

She rocked her hips experimantally against his and moaned loudly when her hot wet core felt his hardness under the layers of clothing. She began quickly working on his shirt lost in passion and need for him. She wanted, needed skin to skin contact with him. She wanted to run her hands over the hard, lean mucles she could feel under his shirt.
 
This had escalated quickly. But he was not about to complain; he'd gotten harder than he could ever remember being the moment she'd straddled him and he felt fiery and alive.

His hands slid over her waist and then up her back. Their lips mashed and pressed, his tongue flicking out to taste hers. He moaned as her lips parted and his tongue slid into her mouth.

Her hands pushed his shirt open and then moaned together as her small, delicate seeming fingers boldly ran up his chest and explored his lean, defined physique. "God, Nora," he murmured, breaking from kissing her to speak, "your touch is amazing."

Tim slipped his hands under her sun dress and ran them up her smooth, supple legs. God, they felt nice! He seized hold of the garment and pulled it up; Nora stopping touching him long enough to let him take the dress up and over her head, letting it fall from his hands as he gazed at her.
 
She stopped touching him long enough for him to remove her dress she had no bra on underneath so they were now both bare chested. She gave him a moment to look his feel before she let her hand go back to running over his skin kissing his lips with all the built up passion and need she felt for him. As their tongues danced her hips rocked against him and she wanted her panties and his pants gone but she contented herself for now to feel his lips under hers and his chest and back under her hands.
 
His jaw fell open as it hit him that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her full, round, pert breasts were everything he'd imagined and he suddenly ached to feel and taste them. Her stomach was trim and flat, her skin smooth and showing no signs of the trauma she'd endured not that long ago.

She was on him again then, her lips hungry and her hands impatient. He groaned into her kiss as their bodies pressed together, her tits pillowing on his chest in the most delicious way. She pulled back enough to start groping and feeling him again and he let out a happy growl in his chest at the feeling.

Tim pushed his hips up as she ground down on him; mashing and grinding their cloth shrouded sexes together. God, it felt so good and yet was so maddening! His hands returned to her body; grabbing and squeezing her panty clad ass.

"Funny," he gasped between kisses, "I want to have the rest off." He started to kiss down her neck, savoring the feel and taste of her skin, "But God I don't want to stop what we're doing for one second."
 
She moaned her argeement arching up to him offering her neck and breasts to him. "Yes," She panted. "OH God Timmy you mouth feels so damn good." She lost herself rocking against him her hands going to his belt to try to undo it and gain access to the hardness beneth and his mouth worked it's way down her body to her breast causing her to moan and plead louder. Her skin felt on fire for him.
 
Her hands fumbled with his belt and he cursed himself for putting one on that morning. But she soon had it undone and her hands almost tore the button off his slacks undoing them and pulling down the zipper.

Tim kissed over the perfect well of one glorious breast, loving the feel, the heft, the taste of her tit. His tongue whirled over the stiff nipple and then flicked it a few times, lightly lashing the tip across it.

Her hands groped his shaft through his boxers and he stiffened and moaned loudly, then his breath became a hiss as one of those soft, questing hands slid inside and grabbed hold of his raw, hard, throbbing cock before pulling it out into the open.
 
She moaned as he teased around her breast licking and kissing. She wrapped her hand around his hard thick cock stroking lightly as she pulled him out. When she looked down between them to see his cock she moaned in appreciation stroking as she rocked against. She had been bold up until now and for some reason she felt a bit of shyness slip in. She wanted him she wanted him badly but she didn't know if she should be the one to take the next step.

Being with him would be a dream come true but she wanted to know he wanted and needed her as bad as she did him. She let her fingers play over him lightly as he fed himself on her breast.
 
His back arched and his head went back as her hand pumped his cock, "God, Nora!" God, just her hand! And it felt so blisteringly good!

It had apparently been way too long for him, though it was also likely due to her just being that sexy and that wonderful.

He moved his eager mouth to her other breast, licking and suckling at the pert, plush tit. Tim was always a breast man and hers were perfect. His hands fondled them as he licked and sucked on the sensitive nipple, teasing her for as long as he could stand.

After a minute or so, he lifted his head and kissed her hard and passionately. He broke the kiss to whisper against her lips, "Nora, I know there should be more build-up, more foreplay, but...but I want you so much. I need you, I can't stand not being in you. I want to love you, please, may I?"
 
His words caused a shiver to race down her spine she needed him too. "Yes God yes Tim I need you." She whimpered against his lips pressing her core against his throbbing errection only her thong seperating them. She could feel the heat of his erectioin through the thin silky fabic of her thong and it made her shiver in delight.
 
Tim wasn't sure which was better and more erotic; her need drenched whisper or the feel of her wet heat pressing on his bare, hard manhood with only her thin, dampened thong between them.

He kissed her again and then leaned back a bit. He wanted to see her face for this. His hands left her magnificent, plush, high breasts and slid down her body. His left hand rested on her hips but the right slid beneath her and between them.

"Never tried this before, but we both need it so much." His hand moved along the silky fabric of her thong, pressing just enough to pet her hot sex. He could feel her wetness above him, his cock poking at it, seeking a way through her panties. Tim licked his lips and took hold of the fabric, his fingers slipping under it and rubbing more firmly against her cunt as he did. Then he pulled the thong to one side and pushed his hips up carefully.

"Nora!" Her name exploded out of him as the head of his cock came into contact with her sweet pussy; touching her with nothing in the way as he held her thong aside. He groaned, shifting and probing with his rob until he felt her space of her entrance.

Tim looked into her eyes and then moaned as his hips pushed up and his hard, hungry dick sank into her wet and waiting body.
 
Nora whimpered as he stroked his fingers on her heated core arching for closer contact wanting his penetration. When he thrust his cock into sinking into the hilt her hands curled around his shoulders, her back arched thrusting her breast forward, and her mouth opened as she screamed his name in pleasure.

He felt huge buried in her it seemed a tight fit and when she rocked her hips against him starting to ride him slowly the pleasure of the friction had her whimpering in pleasure as she looked in his eyes. Her body on fire for him.

"Oh God Tim, It feels so good." She whispered huskily pressing closer to him her lips meeting his their tongues tangling in a passionate kiss as they began moving together.
 
Nora's response was amazing; sex and sensual and made him feel pride and lust all the more. God, she felt that way because of him. It was an amazing thing.

Even more amazing was how he was feeling; her sex was wet and hot and so very tight! It was like a hot silk cloth wrapped snug to his cock, squeezing and massaging him as he stretched her sweet flesh with his rod.

"Never felt so good," he gasped as Tim clutched her to him, both hands now on her hips and slowly moving her, sliding her up and down on his long, thick member. "So right, unn, so perfect!"

They kissed and their tongues twined and dueled as they love done another. Again and again and again their bodies came together; his shaft pushing far into her welcoming depths and being caressed by her walls. It was wonderful, it was maddening. He wanted to go faster but knew if he did, he wouldn't last long, not in this paradise. And he wanted it to last, wanted both of them pleased and happy.
 
She clung to him as they rocked together their tongues dancing. Her body flying closer and closer to the peek that would send her into paradise. His hands on her hips holding her as they met and seperated made her feel safe and sure. When the kiss finally broke she gasped for breath cllinging to him as she moaned loudly panting her pleasure and worked his cock in and out of her pussy feeling like she was flying closer and closer to her orgasm.
 
They had moved beyond speech for the moment, bodies grappling together in needed pleasure, sharing, and release. Tim cradled her to him, his hands still on her hips but back slightly to better hold her as they came together again and again and again.

He briefly wondered if they could be heard and then decided he didn't really care. Both of them were moaning and crying out, no real words, but primal elation and care.

His hips pumped up faster and harder. Tom gritted his teeth, clutching her to him tighter than ever. God, he was going to cum! Going to cum soon! "S-soon," he managed to say, "Nora!"
 
He was driving her higher and higher closer to orgasm. The pleasure of feeling him moving in and out of her body felt unreal. She had dreamed of being with him for what felt like ever. He was her first love even if they had never been together before or had a chance. Hopefully they could work something out she wanted a chance to see were they could go.

When he told he was on the verge of cuming it was enough to finish pushing her over the edge to know how much he was enjoying her body. She screamed his name loudly her head thrown back as her pussy convuled around his cock trying to milk him as she cam harder than she ever had with her ex.
 
Relentlessly their bodies came together, over and over and over again, unstoppable in their pleasure. Tim drilled his cock up and into her with strength and need that shocked him. He'd needed this, needed her so much, wanted her all these years, he'd managed to forget but it had never really gone away.

Now it was blisteringly good; scorching and searing and he knew he wanted to have this with her again. There would be no going back now, the love he'd had was married with the greatest sexual pleasure he'd ever had in his life.

She screamed his name and clutched him tight, shrieking as she creamed around his hard, cunt claiming cock. Her walls spasmed and clenched down on him; pumping around his dick like a stroking hand.

He cried out too, not even knowing what he said and shouted, thrusting his hips up and spearing himself as deep into her as he could go before he started to shake his hips under her. Each shake, each shallow buck, was a rush of his cum; hot, thick, heavy jizz painting her insides and filling her with his essence.

Tim held her then, held her as they both quivered out their orgasms, panting and gasping together. His mind was slowly recovering, the mad desire that had washed over him receding for the moment. He kissed her forehead, her cheek, her lips sweetly. "Nora...thank you, I've never...never felt so good. It was...amazing. Better than all the dreams and fantasies," he whispered.
 
Nora laughed softly resting against him trying to catch her breath. "I think ............. I should ........ be the one .......... thank you." She panted trying to get the words out of her over taxed lungs.

She snuggled against his chest. "Damn Tim ......... I think maybe ............. you broke me .................. for any other ........... man." After a few moments when her breath finally started to settle and she felt herself began to drift off to sleep on his lap with his softened cock still in her. She shook her head to become more wakeful.

"I am voting shower and bed what do you say Tim?" She asked looking up at him with tenderness and love.
 
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