Weekend Fitness Partners

[SpicySpirit]

Immediately upon putting in the code and opening the door, Hermes scampered to my feet. Letting go of Paul's hand, I scooped up Hermes. Leading the way from the foyer, we walked down the hallway through my dining room, where I paused momentarily.

"I will give you the grand tour later, give me just a few minutes to take care of this little furball. Would you like something to drink? I have water... iced tea... I do have some wine, if you are interested."

I knew I was the one who had suggested he come in, but I needed to put the brakes on a little. While our morning hike felt like weeks ago, a little voice in the back of my head reminded me that it had barely been 24 hours since learning his name. The ache between my thighs and the voice of logic in my brain continued to argue with each other.

"Water would be great. That margarita, was fantastic, but I think it was also about 90% tequila," Paul answered distractedly glancing around my living quarters.

I would have been doing the exact same thing were we at his place instead of mine. I had purchased a home built in the 60s, that still had some 70s and mid-century flourishes. The room had a burnt orange accent wall and a dark gray stone fireplace. I wasn't exactly a minimalist, but it was streamlined, earthy and cozy. I liked having a little bit of an eclectic feel, merging some of the old with some of the new.

"Yeah, I hate to admit how much of a lightweight I am these days. Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back." I gestured to the forest green couch in the living room. Still holding the little orange puff, I made my way back to the kitchen to fill the cat bowl and grab some cat nip treats for Hermes. It was the least I could do for him.

With Hermes happily grazing, I poured two glasses of water and made my way to join Paul on the couch. I noticed him glancing at the pictures on the mantle of the fireplace before he heard my entrance. Among the limited decorations of scented candles and small cacti, there were three framed photographs. The first picture was from a formal event, where I was posed with 3 people. The older blonde woman clearly shared my features. The rugged dark-haired man had his arm around her lovingly. Flanking the center couple, I was on one side and a chestnut haired man around my age was on the other side. The second picture was taken when I was just out of college with my best girl friends from home as we celebrated graduation and moving on to the next chapter of adulthood. The last picture was a black and white photo of me with an attractive man, his chiseled angular features and striking dark eyes focused on my face.

I realized we hadn't really spoken much about our families to this point. I hadn't offered up any information and I suppose had been subconsciously avoiding it. I am sure Paul had questions, but I didn't have the energy to handle them tonight.

As I set the glasses down on the coffee table, the spell was broken and his attention was fully back on me. Despite the plentiful room on the sectional couch, I found the nook right beside Paul and burrowed in. I didn't give him any chance to bring up the photos before I pulled his face into mine, resuming the passionate kiss we were sharing moments ago in his car.

Without interrupting the movement of our lips, I felt his strong hands gently slide my straps down my arms to expose the lacy black bra underneath. In moments he had freed one of my breasts and was twirling my nipple between his fingers. A sigh of pleasure escaped my lips and before I knew it, his mouth had trailed down my neck to suck my nipple with his tongue. Putting one hand at the nape of his neck, I searched with my other hand for the zipper of his slacks.

As I struggled one-handed with the buttons and zipper, my other breast spilled out and he began diving back and forth between them. Having successfully dealt with his belt, button and zipper, I was able to slide my hand between the fabric of his pants and his bulging underwear. In the restaurant I had a sense of his length, but now without the extra barrier of his pants I was able to feel his true size. I ran my fingers along the ridges of his cock through the tight briefs and he was already leaking through the thin fabric. Feeling his hardness, I felt heat and wetness start to soak the panties under my dress.

He let out a muffled moan at my touch as I pulled his member completely out of his briefs. His moans and hitched breath turned me on even more as I stroked his slick erection. As he paused his devouring of my breasts, I had a second of clarity and bit my lip. As much as I craved the feeling of him inside me, I knew in my heart I wasn't completely there yet. Even though I wasn't ready, I knew I wanted to give him a satisfying ending to our marathon date.

When I paused his eyes opened to catch mine becoming still for a moment. I could see the concerned look in them, but instead of speaking I gently pushed him into the couch cushion and shifted to kneel between his thighs, guiding his shaft to my lips...

 

[paulboulder]

Tracy’s place was warm and inviting. It was obvious that she was still settling in and hadn’t had a lot of time to really make it her own, but it had a cool vibe and homey feel. I looked around as she took care of Hermes – there were a few pictures around that caught my attention – one with her parents and a man with her – but I figured we’d have time for that discussion soon. I had my own very interesting journey to share, too, when the time was right. For now, my focus was on enjoying a little private time with Tracy, without the rainstorm and definitely without any onlookers (except for Hermes). I wanted to give her the release I had teased about in my text.

She set two glasses of water on the coffee table and snuggled in next to me. Before I could say anything, she pulled my face toward hers and we continued the intense kiss we had in my car. I wanted to see if she had a bra that matched her black lace panties and slid the straps of her dress down. Yes, the bra was a match - very sexy and feminine, although looking and touching and pleasuring the contents of the bra was what I sought. I soon loosened one of her breasts and returned to savoring her nipple like I had this afternoon. Her breasts were warm, full, and wonderful to touch and taste. As I did this, I felt Tracy reach for the zipper of my pants. Soon her other breast was also free, and I began to enjoy it in the same fashion as the other one.

I was really getting turned on, and Tracy’s somewhat effortful one handed attempts to remove my pants only magnified my arousal. I’ve always been a “ladies first” kind of guy when comes to who-pleasures-who situations, and while I was really excited about the direction things were going, I wanted to be the giver this first time we got together intimately. I wasn’t wanting or expecting to make love tonight – I would want us to have time to really enjoy an entire night together for that, and to have more trust built up between us. But she continued to touch me, first through my underwear and then hands on. She really had me distracted now, as she was stroking me with her hand. Her touch was electric, and my breathing was starting to get a little ragged. I took a break from her nipples to look at her; she seemed to be thinking for a second – were we going too fast, I wondered. I started to say something, but she eased me back into the couch and knelt between my legs, putting my swollen cock to her lips.

Looking me straight in the eyes, she began to kiss and nibble and lick me. In between each tease, punctuating each word with a new delight, she softly said:

“Two…can…play…that…game…”

“Oh, God, you’re killing me,” I said. “I was going to treat you first…” I was breathing hard and trying to hold back with every ounce of my being. She reached up with a free hand and covered my mouth to shut me up. She began to lick and swirl her tongue around the head, first slowly and then increasing her pace. All the while, she would look up at me with those blue eyes.

“Tell me what you like…” she asked, between slowly taking my cock in and out of her mouth and working her tongue around me. What was not to like? A beautiful woman was in the process of devouring me…

“You are doing amazing…” I managed to mumble. “I’m not going to last much longer…oh, that’s so hot…mmm, slow down…”

“Slow down?” she asked, before continuing her sweet torturing of me. “Oh, no, this isn’t the time for that….” I felt one of her hands slide down to caress my balls, and the other began to stroke my shaft ever so slowly.

Looking me straight in the eyes, she said, “Race you there….”

 

[SpicySpirit]

I slowed down momentarily to tease Paul before taking his manhood back into my mouth. I continued to use my right hand to massage his balls, while using my left hand interchangeably with my mouth. I increased to a comfortable rhythm feeling his thighs tighten beside me and hearing his breath quicken.

I gripped his shaft a little harder, sliding up and down, while taking a moment to glance up at his face. His eyes were closed, his head dropped back against the pillows of the couch as he finally let me take over. He really was handsome. I gripped a little tighter increasing my tempo again.

"Tracy... I... " he attempted to get out a few words before I took his full hard cock into the back of my mouth. I moved on to sucking harder, feeling his body twitch beneath my hands. One of his hands moved through my hair to grasp the back of my head, as I picked up speed. He let out a low deep moan and I could see the finish line.

I gripped harder, sucked deeper, my hands and mouth becoming a flurry of movement. I could tell I was about to cross the finish line as his body locked and I could feel his swollen cock pulse in the back of my throat.

His whole body twitched as he let out a long, guttural moan, I pulled him out of my mouth just as he exploded and I felt his warm, wet cum spray across my breasts and collarbone. After several moments of writhing, his body relaxed into the couch and he finally meets my eyes.

"I win." I smirked at him. I stand up and start for the bathroom to grab towels, he reaches and clasps my forearm.

I shake my head, still smiling. "No, save it for next time. It will give me something to look forward to."

I disappeared and returned with two hand towels, tossing one in his direction and using the other to soak up the wetness on my chest.

####

After cleaning up, I walked him to the front porch, as we took a few moments to kiss and say our goodbyes. I watched as his Honda pulled out of the driveway and then closed the door. Still reveling in the day, I meandered to the dining room and opened my purse to pull out my cell phone that had been buried in there all evening.

A few (or several) missed texts from Emily filled the screen.

1:20pm - "Hope your hike went well today."

3:52pm - "Hmmm...?"

7:42pm - "Okay, keep ignoring me, hope it is because you had a good time."

9:22pm - "I hate the suspense. Good or bad. Call me tomorrow."

Little did she know that during that last text, I was still having a good time. Well, way more than a good time. I was glad I could savor the day's events to myself and that I could wait until tomorrow to appease her curiosity.

Getting ready for bed, I internally groaned remembering tomorrow's presentation and knowing I was going to have a really hard time getting to sleep that night.

 

[paulboulder]

I awaken to the sounds of squirrels scampering around on my roof. Wow, they’re really running laps this morning. What time is it? 6:55 am. OK, time to get up.

Did I completely dream yesterday? Did I really spend much of the day with Tracy, or was that just a nighttime fantasy? I got out of the bed and made my way towards the bathroom. No, there are my slacks, and they definitely show the signs of a very happy ending to my evening. Holy cow. That was one of the most intense climaxes of my life. Really a 'see Jesus' moment.

Looking at the clock, it’s now 7:00 am. I want to text Tracy and wish her a good morning and send her good vibes for her big business presentation. I want to also thank her for an amazing day together yesterday, and to check in on our plans to go for a run this afternoon. I grab my phone and start typing….

PAUL: Good morning, gorgeous! Just saying hello and wishing you a great day.

Within a minute, a reply appears….

TRACY: Hi! Good morning! Did you sleep well???

PAUL: Better than I have in years.....

TRACY: How do you feel today?

PAUL: I send her a picture of Tony the Tiger

TRACY: LOL

PAUL: Seriously, that was one of the most passionate and intimate moments I have ever had last night. Thank you.

TRACY:

PAUL: And two can play that game…

TRACY:

PAUL: Getting on your best business suit for the presentation??

TRACY: sends a selfie in a stunning black pencil skirt (be still my beating heart - a smart, confident woman in business suit), a pressed white dress shirt (and just a hint of lacy white bra underneath) and a tailored jacket.

PAUL: Did you know I have a fantasy about a professional woman in a board room?

TRACY: No. I’ll make a note about that for the future…

PAUL: OK, I know you need to run. Go get ‘em! See you this afternoon?

TRACY: Yes, come around 5:30, and we can go for a run. I’ll catch you up on my day then.

PAUL: Bye for now

I put my phone down and get dressed for a run. I need to get in more miles for the upcoming race, and I certainly need to clear the cobwebs out of my head from last night. I reach into the refrigerator to grab a quick protein drink before I hit the road. On the door of the fridge I see some of the photos I have there. Two catch my eye. One is from a little more than five years ago, at my son Robbie’s high school graduation. He’s in the middle, towering over me, and Natalie, my ex-wife and Robbie’s mom, has her arm around his waist on one side, and I am doing the same on the other side. Robbie has my features but his mom’s height and more lean build. Natalie looks like she always does – tall (5’10”), brunette, with a dancer and model’s build. We were so proud of him that day – valedictorian for his class. He did so well despite all the upheaval we had as a family his senior year. A happy day for all of us. The other photo is of his college graduation at Boston University. Other than the change of venue and graduation gown, we all look about the same. Natalie is ageless as always. I am happy for her and her new life....It reminds me that we have our every-other week family zoom call coming up Thursday. We have a text chain running for day to day stuff, but make it a point to get together on Zoom twice a month, now especially so with Robbie in grad school in Washington. I also remember I need to text him about my date with Tracy. I think I may need to leave some parts of the date out of my text....

Soon I am out the door and clicking off the miles. As I make my way out of the neighborhood, my neighbor Jessie pulls along side and lowers his window to chat with me as I run.

“Hey Paul – great to see you guys last night,” he says.

“Thanks, good to see you and Lauren!” I reply.

“That’s a stunning looking woman you were with – Tracy?” he asks.

“Yes, that’s right, and yes, she is,” I laugh. “I am seeing her again tonight.”

“Sweet – have a great day,” he adds, and drives off.

After my run, I get dressed and head into the university to meet with my graduate assistants about their projects. I find myself really trying to pour myself into being present with them so I don’t drift off into thinking about Tracy. It would be easy to do so. Gotta slow down, Paul....Those meetings complete, I settle in for a number of Zoom calls with various teams from the medical device company I consult for. I never thought I would be doing this kind of work, but life does have a way of leading you down interesting new paths, even in your late 40's. Between meetings, I send Tracy a quick text around the time of her big presentation – just a quick “You got this!” and a thumbs up. She responds with a string of hearts.

Soon I am back home and getting dressed for meeting Tracy for a run. Well, we’ll walk to the track so we can chat, then run a couple of miles at a good pace for her, then walk back to her place.

I get a text from her at 5:15:

TRACY: Hi! I am home and changing clothes. When do I get to see you?

PAUL: Be there in a sec! I send her a little speeding car emoji as well.

Then, I have a devilish idea, and text her back

PAUL: Do you like smoothies?

TRACY: Is that a reference to a certain volcanic eruption that occurred last night, you dirty minded man? She also sends a wink emoji.

PAUL: LOL, no, nothing X-rated! More like fresh fruit and protein like you’d have after a workout.

TRACY: Yes! Can you bring me a blueberry, banana and protein powder one?

PAUL: Coming right up – I’ll make one for you and one for me; we can thrown them in your fridge and have them after the run.

TRACY: Can’t wait!

I make the smoothies, hop in the car, and in less than five minutes I am pulling into her driveway. As I get out of the car, I smile and think “Two can play that game…”

 

[SpicySpirit]

It had taken me hours to wind down after last night's events, so when my bedside alarm started chirping incessantly, I actually leaned over and pressed the snooze button, something I rarely did. Ten minutes later when the alarm resumed its chirping, I took a deep breath and braced myself for the day's events.

As I slowly pulled myself out of the warm nest of blankets, I noticed the blue dress peeking out of my laundry basket. My mind immediately drifted back to last night. Wow, that was a hell of a first date. I had been with my husband, Will, since college, meaning that I hadn't been on the dating scene in almost twenty years. Before leaving Maine, I had gone on one really awkward date set-up for me by my friend, Elle. It had been so disastrous, that I had sworn off dating again for a long time. It seemed that was about to change.

I changed into a turquoise racer-back sports bra and black leggings making my way to the home gym I was still organizing. I rolled out my pink yoga mat and turned on one of the many new age playlists on Spotify, settling in to one of my normal routines. Cycling through a few sun salutations, aligning my breath and body, I began to feel a little more grounded and focused. The stretches soothed the ache in my thighs and calves from yesterday's workout.

After a quick shower, I selected a more formal-looking blazer and pencil skirt for today's presentation. Normally, work was business casual, but today's meeting would require a little more pizzazz than the usual. My phone pinged with a text from Paul, wishing me luck and calling me "gorgeous." Yes, that was the way to start the day. He really was one of the good ones.

I made my morning coffee with Hermes circling my feet and continued to text back and forth with Paul. As I went to grab the creamer, the calendar on my fridge happened to pull my focus. The upcoming weekend was blocked out with "Derek" across Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. My older brother was coming out from Maine to visit. My first family member to make the trek since I moved in May. Derek and I were only two years apart in age and he was one of my best friends. He also played the part of the protective older brother quite well, even as adults, so it would be interesting to see how he reacted to this new development. Sipping my sugary coffee - one of my guilty pleasures - I finalized the afternoon plans with Paul and then finished gathering my belongings to head to work.

On the way to work I called Emily over the jeep's speakerphone.

"Sooooo... ?" Emily drew out the word ending it by raising her inflection a few pitches.

"Well, I didn't text you back because the date was still going on last night," I hesitated a moment, deciding how much I wanted to share.

"What?!? Tracy!" her voice rose two octaves it seemed, if that was even possible.

"To be fair, it was interrupted by an emergency work meeting that I had forgotten about in the middle of the day. But we went out to dinner last night and then..." I trailed off.

"TRACEY!" this time her voice seemed to go down an octave and I wasn't sure if she was scolding me or shocked.

"It got a little hot and heavy," I said seeing my own smile reflected back to me in the rearview mirror. "But not all the way." I assured her. "I am taking my time." Well...trying to, I thought.

"I am happy for you, Trace. Just be careful. " I could feel the love in her voice through the phone, and my heart ached feeling a little homesick for my friend.

"I will, Em. I really like him." Admitting this out loud felt really good. I was pulling in to the parking lot at work, not ready to hang up. "I gotta go, but say hi for me to Aaron and the kids."

"Will do. Call me later."

I tapped the end call button and then took one last deep breath before climbing out of my car, ready to face the day.

####

The day seemed to drag on endlessly. The presentation was at 2pm and while I knew I needed to prepare and focus, my mind kept replaying the events from yesterday. Fortunately, Penny dropped over to my desk so we could prep together and that helped keep me in the present.

"So, what was that all about yesterday? I know your shower was not the reason you were late," she prodded.

"I had a date." I confided in her. We weren't close enough yet for me to share details, but it was nice to have someone to tell in person.

"Do tell... I am all ears." She leaned in.

I promised her I would tell her a little more over lunch tomorrow, but I really needed her to help me stay focused for the presentation because it would be a big get for the company if we succeeded.

Fortunately, the hours went by a little faster after the meeting. As soon as the clock hit 5pm, I was out the door and ready to go change and meet Paul for our workout.

 

[paulboulder]

I knock on Tracy’s door. She peeks her head out, holding Hermes. The little guy is well named, because he is speedy! “Hi,” she says, “Sneak in while I hold onto this lightening bolt.” She steps away from the door. I haven’t been able to see what she is wearing yet.

I step in and close the door behind me, my eyes adjusting to the change in light, as the sun is blazing outside. Tracy is wearing a hot pink sports bra top and hot pink running shorts. She looks good enough to eat. Putting Hermes down, she comes up to me and gives me a kiss. I pull her into me, and with my mouth near her ear, I say, “You look delicious.”

“Thank you,” she smiles, looking down and blushing a little. “Are those the smoothies?” she asks, changing the subject and referring to the insulated bag I have in my hand. “Yes, ma’am – can I put them in your fridge to keep them cold?” I ask. “Sure, kitchen is to the left, there should be room on the top shelf in the fridge.”

I walk into her kitchen. It’s been remodeled since the house was built and has a nice stone top central island for food prep or casual meals. There’s no sink in it; it’s just a workspace/permanent table. I open the fridge and take the two smoothie cups out of the bag and put them on the shelf. I walk into the living room and put the empty bag next to my wallet and keys. “Ready?” she says brightly. “I want to hear about your day.”

We step out of her place, making sure that Hermes doesn’t get any ideas about freedom again. Soon we are walking down the street towards the track. I look over at her and smile; I feel very lucky in this moment. She slips her hand into mine quietly and returns the smile. We walk in silence for a moment, then I ask her about her day and her presentation. The mile to the track passes quickly as we share our work experiences.

We arrive at the track. There are a few people walking, but otherwise it’s unoccupied – no kids playing soccer or football on the infield. It’s a clay and cinder track, which gives a familiar crunch with each step. I have run many miles around this track. Tracy and I share stretching ideas with each other; she shows me a few yoga moves, and I show her a new hip flexor mobility exercise – hands on, of course... Then, we’re off to run three miles.

Her pace is very comfortable for me, so I do most of the talking, running on the outside of her so I have to travel slightly farther each lap. We come up behind a group of walkers and go into single file to go on the inside of them. I let Tracy go in front of me, mostly so I can look at her firm legs and to watch her bootie in those little pink shorts. “What are you doing back there?“ she asks, as I remain behind her for a bit longer than necessary. “Oh, just looking at the scenery…” I laugh. She starts to speed up. “I demand…equal time...” she says, between breaths. I speed up smoothly and ease in front of her for a little while, spanking myself on the rear as I run along. I hear laughter behind me. We return to side by side running, with me sticking my tongue out at her for fun.

“I don’t often get to run with someone these days, so it’s nice to have a partner, “ I say. “Usually the only person I get to run with is my son when he’s home or I’m visiting him.” I notice her attention changes, and her glance shifts to me more rather than the track. I hadn’t mentioned Robbie before.

“Oh, tell me about him,” she asks. “You’ve not mentioned him before.”

“He’s 22, and just starting his Masters at Georgetown. He did his Bachelors in Public Policy and Government at Boston University.” I see she’s taking in this information quietly. I imagine the question that is running through her mind…

“His mom and I divorced 5 years ago,“ I add. “My ex-wife Natalie lives in Atlanta and has remarried.”

I see her body relax after saying this. We run quietly for a few moments. I can’t tell if she’s feeling awkward about probing about Robbie (and indirectly about Natalie, too) or wondering whether to tell me something. I look over and smile, and that puts her back at ease.

“Thank you for telling me. I know you must be very proud of him,” she says, warmly.

“Yes, he’s an amazing young man. I look forward to you meeting him,” I respond.

“Well, if he’s anything like you, I know we’ll get along great!” she says, more cheerful again.

We do our customary sprint to the finish once again, without the rainstorm, and are soon drinking some water from the bottle I brought as we walk home. Our conversation is light and fun - about favorite movies and books – many of which we share, and once again as we near her home, her hand finds mine. Nice. It just feels natural.

Slipping into her house, we take off our shoes and head into the kitchen to get the smoothies out. They are delicious but very thick. Tracy reaches into a drawer to get us two spoons. We’re facing each other and trying not to get brain freeze from eating too fast.

“Hey, let’s try this,” I say, and loop my arm around hers. “You feed me and I will feed you.”

“Oh, this is going to end badly,” she says, laughing.

We do our best, between giggling, to get the sweet frozen contents into each other’s mouths. She leans back into the central island as we face each other.

“OK, new game,” I say. “Get a mouthful and then we’ll kiss and share it.”

“Oooh, I like this game,” she laughs. We are soon having a very sensual and sloppy kiss. I continue to lean into her a little so that I am ever-so-slightly leaning her against the island a little more.

I put my smoothie down next to her on the counter, put my hands on her hips, she puts her hands on my neck, and I lift her up onto the counter. Now I am between her legs, which press in on my sides. She is smiling and licking her lips a little.

Dipping my spoon into her cup, I drip a tiny amount onto her neck. “Oops,” I say, and I lean in to lick it off her neck. I see the tiny soft hairs on her neck stand up as I do so. Another drip goes onto her lips, her collarbone, and her shoulder, and each one is slowly and teasingly cleaned up between kisses. She looks at me with a knowing “Two can play that game…” smirk and plays along. Now a drip begins to run down between her breasts, and she squeals from the cold. I quiet her with a kiss.

“Why don’t you take that sport bra off so I can clean up my mess?” I ask.

“You planned this, didn’t you?” she says, biting her lip as she pulls the bra top off. Rather than responding to her question, I just continue to chase the drips of smoothie, which are happening on her neck, her collarbone, and the upper plush curves of her breast. More kisses follow.

I take a mouthful of smoothie and start to slide towards her right nipple. I feel her legs start to press in on me in anticipation of the shock. Her nipples are already firm and wanting attention. I slip my mouth around it as she grabs my hair. “Oh…that’s…mmmm” as my warm tongue begins to move around her nipple and spread the liquid out.

“Why don’t you lie back?” I suggest, and she does so on the countertop. More drips occur, now on breasts, her firm belly, and closer and closer to the waistband of her pink shorts. I run my hands along her legs as I kiss and lick my way closer and closer to the promised land.

Hermes runs into the room, meowing. “Hey, little buddy,” I say, “you’re going to have to wait. Right now I want to play with another pussy…” Tracy starts to giggle but my next drip of smoothie on the inside of her thigh makes her stop. Kneeling, I kiss and lick it clean. Another drop, on the other thigh, closer to her crotch, prompts further tender attention.

I drip a little onto her crotch now. As the smoothie has melted, the shock isn’t from the cold, but rather the location. I kiss and start to tug on her shorts with my teeth. I begin to probe around with my nose, rubbing certain special areas as I go.

“Wouldn’t it be better if we took these off?” I ask Tracy.

“Mmmmhmmm…” she says. I glance up and she’s watching me with wild eyes.

I slip my fingers under the waist band of her shorts and panties, and pull them off. They are sopping wet. Kneeling, I kiss along the inside off her thighs, and slide my hands up on either side of her trimmed mound. Her clitoris is already beginning to rise up, so I lightly touch and release it with my right index finger. Her breathing changes. I move my mouth until it is right above her little button and exhale warm air onto it, then slowly extend my tongue to press against it. Tracy breathes in sharply as we make contact.

 

[paulboulder]

I begin to steadily move my tongue up and down vertically on her clitoris, noticing how she responds verbally and physically. With my hands I gently separate her labia more so I have better access. I begin to introduce a side-to-side movement with my tongue, too, so I stimulate her up and down, right and left in an unpredictable pattern. She is breathing hard, so I know we might be near peak number one. I accelerate my pace and then begin a circular motion around and around her. Tracy’s hips move in rhythm with my licking, then tense all of the sudden. A low moan escapes her lips, and she calls out my name, “mmmmmm…Paul….mmmm…oh, oh, oh, so good…”

I gradually lighten up my tongue movements and find her right hand on the counter. I hold it and gently say, “but once is not enough to an artist….”

I return my lips and tongue to her clitoris. She is really moist and breathing deeply. I hold it in my mouth for a moment without moving and then begin to suck lightly on it. She draws a sharp breath of air in and shivers. I begin to suck harder on it and to swirl my tongue around as I do so. I feel her hands start to run through my hair, and once again, Tracy moans again.

“Like that, ooh...and…oh, yes, a little more…mmm,” she says.

Moving in for the big money, I wet my right finger and begin to rub it around the opening of her vagina. It is wet and soft. Sucking firmly on her clit, I slide my finger inside her and move it around, looking for her G-spot. I find a subtle little ridge or nub inside her vagina with my finger, about 1 and ½ inches inside. Tracy’s hands are grabbing my head firmly now, pressing my mouth around her clit as I begin a ‘come here’ movement with my finger. I feel her whole body tense and see her back arch off the counter, then with a loud cry I feel her grip my finger with her muscles as she grabs my hair. She starts gasping for air as we crest the wave and ride back down. I hear a mix of laughing and sobbing as I ease off my stimulation.

I look up at her and see her eyes are glistening with tears. “Come up here and hold me,” she says. I climb up onto the counter and lie beside her, wrapping my arms around her and holding her against my shoulder. I kiss her forehead and wipe her eyes.

“Are you ok?” I ask.

“Oh, God, Paul…I haven’t felt that kind of moment in so long…just hold me.”

We lie there together for a few minutes as her body relaxes and her breathing slows down.

“Thank you,” she says, kissing me again and again.

“It was my pleasure,” I say. She runs her hand around aimlessly on my chest.

“I must be a wreck…a sweaty, sticky, weepy hot mess,” Tracy says, starting to sit up again.

“Why don’t you go take a shower?” I suggest. “I’ll clean up in here and keep Hermes company while you do so.”

“That sounds like a great idea…just help me make sure I can walk ok…” she laughs.

I help her down from the counter. Wow, yes, she is a little wobbly. She heads off to her bedroom and I wash and wipe down the counter and put the smoothies in the fridge. I step into the living room and see her black lace bra still under the couch from last night. Getting an idea, I tuck it inside my insulated bag and start to play with Hermes on the floor. I hear Tracy turn on the water in the shower. About 30 seconds later, she appears at the doorway, looking so sexy and spent and with rumpled hair, but beaming all the same.

“Care to join me in the shower?” she asks, then turns and walks away.

 

[SpicySpirit]

I step gingerly into the hot water of the shower, still reeling from the explosive orgasm. I figured Paul wouldn't be far behind me after I made the offer for him to join. Moments later, I heard the the scrape of the shower rings as the curtain shifted and Paul climbed into the shower behind me completed naked.

"Why, hello there." I said turning to face him.

I realized that this was the first time I had seen him completed naked and attempted to be covert as I looked him up and down. His biceps were thick and shapely, which I had already noticed from our workouts and had felt when he lifted me onto the counter only moments ago. He had dark hair covering his chest and trailing down to his tightly toned abs. Below his abs, I spied his hardening cock, which I had become well acquainted with yesterday evening.

I placed my hands on his shoulders, pulling him in close, the warm water cascading down our bodies. His hands went to my lower back and I felt his hard length press against my pelvis and stomach. Our lips met again, our tongues playfully flicking as the warm, water trailed down our faces and into our mouths, leaving a slight metallic taste. There sure was something sexy about kissing under water. As we continued to kiss, Paul's hands moved lower to grip my buttocks firmly.

After a few minutes, I pulled away to grab a pink loofah hanging from the faucet and covered it in a citrus-scented body soap.

"Do you if you do me?" I offered handing it to him.

"Did you need to ask?" He laughed, taking the loofah and squeezing it, the fresh smell filling the shower.

He was tender as he lathered my collar bone, trailed down circling my breasts, and then my belly button. Taking his time, he drew the loofah down past my pelvis, pressing it against my still swollen slit, as he met my eyes. Paul took a hand to my shoulder gently turning me around. I felt the warmth of his chest against my back, as he leaned in to brush his lips against my neck, then moving to whisper in my ear.

"Up for another round?" he taunted.

Turning my head towards him, I sighed. "I wish, but I don't know if I have it in me. That last one was pretty epic."

He kissed my shoulder and then proceeded to lather my back, taking a moment to run his fingers across the small sunflower tattoo on my left shoulder. I suppose it had been hidden from view by my sports bra and dress. I giggled a little as pulled the loofah down between my buttocks and then proceeded to bend down to clean each of my legs. Pulling the handheld shower wand down, he thorough rinsed my body including between my legs.

"It's my turn," I teased, stealing the loofah from his hands and adding another round of soap to it.

I took my time lathering his chest, torso, and legs, purposefully, skipping over his erect cock. I gently took his shoulder turning him around to soap up his back and firm ass, giving it a playful slap when I was done. Before he could protest, I moved in close, my breasts pressed against his back, reaching around to soap up his hard-on, feeling the reverberations of his moan bounce off my own skin.

Once he was sufficiently soaped up, I grasped his shaft with my fingers and began stroking. It wasn't long before Paul turned to face me taking my face in his hands, running his lips over mine, while I continued running my hands up and down his length. As our kissing intensified, I massaged harder and faster. His kisses became more erratic and I knew I was close.

"Mmmmm... fuck... Tracy..." the words spilled out between his breaths.

I leaned my face close to his ear and whispered, "Your turn." This sent him over the edge and I felt his warm, stickiness spill over my hands, mixing with the warm water. I finished rinsing him off with the shower wand and then turn off the water. I grab two towels from the towel rack, tossing one his way.

"Now that we're clean, I need something to eat after all that. DoorDash...?" I offered.