Sunday, February 26, 2017

Oval-faced Girl (Continued)

The oval-faced brunette opened her blue-green eyes and stared at the ceiling fan-chandelier hanging over the dining room table she was laying on following her “little death” and peaceful resolution. It didn’t often happen this way, but this time, it surely did. She blinked a couple of times and then rolled her head to the left to see her man still sitting naked on the chair and smiled back at his smile.

“Welcome back. How was your trip?” he asked.

“How long was I out?”

“Long enough for my balls to get cold while I watched you sleep.” He grinned. Sometimes she rolled over in her little sleep and he wanted to be there just in case. It just wouldn’t do for her to roll off the table and wake up in a short free-fall to the carpet.

“That can’t be the first time that’s happened, now, can it?” she grinned.

He rose and stepped closer, leaned over and kissed her now cool lips. He felt her lips get warmer as they lingered there together. “Here. Let me help you up. That can’t be comfortable for you.” He pulled off the coverlet and tongue-kissed her gorgeous nipples before tossing it to a vacant chair against the wall. There was still a trace of vanilla lip-gloss on the left one, which he took his time in devouring as she rubbed her smooth, soft hand over his shoulders and down his back to squeeze his ass cheek with one hand and cradle his face at her breast with the other. He helped her sit up and she stepped down from the table top using the chair back for balance. She cupped her hands over her mouth and blew hot breath into them before reaching down to engulf his ball sack.

“Ooh, your balls ARE cold, aren’t they?” They were tight and drawn-up against his body, but loosened under the warmth of her cupped hands. It was then she noticed the droplets of pre-cum on his now half-reawakened cock. With her finger tip, she wiped-off the drops and tasted. “Hhmm, salty with a hint of watermelon. You’ve been fruit-juicing. Thanks.” She bent down and took the head of his cock between her lips and formed a ring around its base with her thumb and forefinger and squeezed his cock toward her lips, sucking hard while trying to wring out more of his sticky stuff, tonguing the opening to get every last taste. “Mmm, I’d like some more of that good stuff.”

“Ahh, well, ... for you, I’ll keep the factory working overtime. I’m going to get a bottle of water from the fridge. Want some?”

“Nope. I’ll just share yours.”

Their dinner wine buzz was wearing-off leaving them both a little thirsty. While he went to the kitchen, she grabbed the shiny black shoebox from the chair and went into the bedroom and turned-down the bedspread and top sheet. There were a couple of 3-wick candles in the room. One on its own pedestal and one on her dresser. She lit them both and turned-out the Tiffany bedside lamp giving the room a warmer more intimate glow. She was in the walk-in closet standing on her tip-toes seeking something from her special hiding place when he came back into the bedroom. The ceiling spot light just happened to be shining down her back and accented her shapely ass and legs in just the right way as she stretched higher. He stood in amazement. He loved her body and he loved loving it because of the special woman who lived in it. Finding her hidden treasure, she turned out the closet light and saw him standing there sipping bottled water.

“Find it?” he asked.

“Find what?”

“What you were looking for.”

“Yeah. .. Can I have a sip?”

He handed her the bottle. She took a long drink and handed back the bottle. He screwed-on the cap and walked over to the nightstand beside the bed. As he bent over to set down the water bottle, she got an idea of what she wanted to do for him. It was something she had read about, but wasn’t really comfortable about suggesting it to him. It was just that their sex lives hadn’t evolved to that level yet, but after what he had done for her earlier, she wanted to give him a special gift. They never just sat down and talked about sexual things as a topic of conversation. They just had a sense of imagining things that would help each other enjoy sex for the sake of sex while they were in the throws of their passion. Their sexual attitudes never interfered before, but this time might be different for him if she had her way. Selfishly, she would be giving to get in return. She had read that her intended technique produced a greater orgasm for him and increased his ejaculate volume at the same time. She wanted to experiment the truth of that.

Still clasping her “treasure” in her fist, she bounded over to sit next to him on the bed. Her titties bouncing proudly all the way. Gawd he loved to watch them jiggle when she moved braless around the house. He bought her soft fabric casual tops to encourage it. Noticing her clinched hand, he asked her, “Whatcha got there?”

“Something I’ve been saving since before we met. It’s particularly good stuff.” She opened her hand revealing a nice sized joint of presumably ganja. “Wanna try some of it?”

“I’m no prude, but it makes me stupid. I sometimes become an immobile sponge or a fool laughing at the dumbest things. If you’re going to have some, I’d rather be on the same level as you. Sure, why not?”

She walked around to her side of the bed and sat cross-legged facing him so he could see her pussy open a little. He turned around and sat cross-legged and faced her and fixed it so he wasn’t sitting on his own balls as she lit the joint. Together, they moved closer together so that their knees were touching and slightly overlapping for maximum skin contact. She took a long hit off the joint and passed it over. He took a long hit, too and they held onto the smoke as long as they could and exhaled. Taking one normal breath, they hit the joint again and again until it was half-down before she set in the tray on her nightstand. They tried to talk with stars in their eyes but they would rather kiss each other softly. They sat quietly, tenderly stroking each other wherever they could reach. Without another word, she took him by the shoulders and laid him down comfortably on the pillow and extended his legs. She laid down next to him as they kissed some more keeping their hands busy stroking, lightly pinching and squeezing. With one hand, she reached down to see how his cock was reacting. “How are you feeling?” she asked.

“I’m good. What cloud are we on? Are we up to nine yet?”

Her mind was floating too, but as high as he was, his cloud nine visit was still ahead. She moved to give his tiny nipples a good tongue lashing. He loved that as much as she did. The more she did it, the harder he seemed to get and she wanted that. When he was good and stiff, she moved farther down, taking her time along the way. He stroked her hair until she was too far south to reach it. She was careful not to spend too much time sucking on his cock. He had already been to the brink of climax earlier tonight and she didn’t want him to orgasm yet. There were still things she wanted to do to please him. Carefully, she lavished all her attention to his ball sack - licking, kissing all around it and in his leg sockets - just like he had done for her earlier in the evening. It was particularly tasty and sensitive there. She reached up and gave his cock some more attention but only to lick around the head enough to keep him turgid.

Moving lower, she licked underneath his ball sack in that area between his cock and his sphincter muscle. She sucked on that area with wide lips working her tongue in a flutter. He let out a moan. She knew she was in the right place. She reached up to make sure he was still hard and gave his cock a slow stroke or two to keep his mind focused. Carefully, she sucked one of his balls into her mouth and gave it a good, sloppy swirl with her tongue. For fun, she began to hum a rapid scale of low to high tones which made him laugh out loud at the oddness of the sensation, but he didn’t move. It was all good and going to get better. He just didn’t know it yet.

She opened her mouth to clamp down gently across his hard cock lengthwise, but didn’t bite it. She knew it would take his brain a few seconds to process that information. Then she leaned over the bed, almost falling off, to get something out of the shiny black box under the bed. He hardly knew she was gone before she was back using her long, curly locks to whip his cock back and forth as it lay against his belly. He tried to open his eyes and smile. She was so damned pretty in the candlelight. He reached for and wanted to stroke his own cock, but she held onto his hand and said, “Shhh. Let me play with it a while. You’ve had it your whole life. It’s my turn.”  She bent down to lick it slowly from the balls to its tip and back down again before resuming her original trail underneath.

Carefully, she raised his left knee, then his right knee until his feet were flat on the bed sheets, then separated his legs as far as she could. He didn’t seem to mind. Apparently, he had reached his immobile sponge level of high. She leaned in and began where she left-off and slowly worked lower until she reached his puckered sphincter. She needed some moisture, but couldn’t manage it with a dry mouth. She licked him with the flat of her tongue leaving as much saliva as she could while her hands were busy with the stuff she retrieved from the black box. The tore open a condom wrapper and removed it, placing it on her finger as he would on his cock. She wrapped the excess latex around her middle finger starting at the tip and working down, like a corkscrew, then held it in place with her thumb.  Next, she flipped the top on the small bottle of cherry flavored edible massage oil and made sure the condom was adequately coated. She made sure to give the tip some extra lube. She also puddled some oil in the palm of her other hand then snapped the cap but kept the bottle handy.

Her left hand reached over to rub the oil over his cock and spread it evenly as she gripped it tightly while her condom finger circled and oiled around his asshole. “Oooh, honey, that feels sooooo gooood.” He seemed tense, but she was patient. Slowly, as she circled and circled, she gradually increased the pressure inward. If she felt him tense up, she slowly gave his cock an oiled stroke or two to break his concentration. Her patience was paying off as his muscles relaxed and gradually she was able to slide her lubed condom finger completely into him. His cock grew softer, but that was normal - or so she had read. Once his muscle relaxed and adjusted to her finger being there, she began to move it in and out slowly. She noticed his leg muscles relaxing and his breathing was less stressful, but still rapid. He started to enjoy the sensory experience. There came a curious smile on his face. These sensations came at a complete surprise to him.

Testing her own coordination, she decided to stroke his cock and stroke his asshole at the same time. His toes curled and his hands gripped the bed sheets, but all he could do was breath heavy and try to smile to let her know he was enjoying it. Words were out of the question for him. She watched his ball sack draw-up tighter  to his body as he was about to orgasm, but she wasn’t finished with HER fun, yet. She stopped moving and just left her hands where they were for a moment. Then, she moved a hand to his balls and gently pulled his sack back down while rubbing it, thus prolonging his enjoyment for a time. She knew it wouldn’t be long before his next spasm came. She bent over to taste the new droplets of pre-cum from the tip of his cock. “Mmm, still salty with a hint of watermelon. This is gonna be good.”

Without stroking his cock, she continued her finger movements in and out, but remembered that wasn’t the goal. Duh, where had her mind been? Oh, yeah. Now she remembered. The “P-spot” - that’s what she was after. That little walnut shaped gland that hid just inside the top side of his rectum. She added more lube and probed a little more, feeling for it. It was just a bump, but it was there. Now, if she remembered it, she needed to manipulate her fingertip in a come-hither motion repeatedly. Having no idea how long this might take, she gave his cock a little suction and tip tasting before she continued. He let out a whimper and a loud, low moan as he clawed at the bed sheets. This didn’t persuade her to stop. Quite the opposite. Now that she had found his spot, she continued to please him from within. She watched his ball sack draw up tight again and now it was time to finish it. She moved her mouth to just over his cock head and increased her finger manipulation. His stomach muscles contracted and spasmed like she had never seen him do before as he bucked his bottom off the bed. He motioned for her to remove her finger from his ass, so she grabbed hold of his cock and stroked it faster and faster until he spewed a long stream of semen, which she missed catching in her mouth, but got her lips into position for the rest of his spasms. As the force of his next expulsion hit the back of her throat, she felt she had to cough, but grunted instead to clear herself. She wanted all his sweet, hot cum and didn’t want to lose a single drop.

Slowly, his spasms subsided, but not until she had a mouth full of his man cream. She held onto his cock with her lips and savored the cherry taste from the massage oil that got mixed into the recipe. With her tongue, she swirled it around to all four sensing areas of her tongue before swallowing it down. With a smack of her lips, she smiled and went looking for seconds wherever they could be found. She took another mouth-full of his oiled cock. Now that it was getting softer, she could go all the way down and suck hard all the way up and swirl her tongue around the head a few times. Sort of a “coup de grace”.  As she kissed her way back up to his lips, she stopped to suck up and lick up the rest of his cream that spewed over his stomach. She swallowed most of it, but saved a little bit of his semen under her tongue like a little reservoir. His eyes were rolled back into his head with ecstasy, or so it seemed, but he wanted to kiss her and hold onto this extraordinary lover. She put her fingertip into that little puddle of semen under her tongue and proceeded to paint his lips with his own secretion. He let her do it as it took her several trips bsvl to the puddle and it felt good to have her touching his lips this way as she spread it all around his face around his lip area. He could smell its clean scent. Then, she swallowed what was left before licking and devouring his face, lips and tongue with her kisses to get it all. To her, that was hot!

Now, it was his turn to totally relax and enjoy his own type of ‘little death’. There was something he had to do first - race her to the bathroom to see who got to pee first. It was no contest. It was always ‘ladies first’. On the way back, they blew out the 3-wick candles and stumbled into bed. He laid on his side and extended his arm under her neck as she scooted close to him. They hugged each other tightly and wrapped their legs around each other as if it might be their last time on Earth. The lay this way for a good while building body heat. When it got too hot, she rolled over on her other side so he could spoon in behind her - pressing in close to him. Reaching down, he pulled the top sheet and blanket up over her shoulder, then slid his arm down around her waist trying to pull her even closer as he crushed his now dead cock against her ass crevice. Sleep came easy as he softly blew away her curly hair from her neck to kiss her one more time, goodnight.

Friday, February 24, 2017

Oval-Faced Girl

The oval-faced brunette with blue-green eyes sat cross-legged on the patchwork quilt covered double-bed writing thoughtfully in her red silk-bound journal. She was even using her special ostrich-feathered ballpoint pen. The long strands of naturally curly hair partially shade her face from the light of the Tiffany-style bedside table lamp. The last rays of the evening sun were dying through the window shades and curtains. She stopped writing for a moment to tuck the obstructive brown waves behind her left ear before looking up with minor apprehension toward the open bedroom door as if expecting to be discovered while revealing her deepest, darkest secrets to her red silk friend which now sat resting on her tanned and tapered naked legs; toenails pedicured and painted a deep glossy red.

She sat up straight on the bed and stretched her arms high, revealing her erect, pert nipples and lovely cone-shaped breasts as the light shined through her man’s soft, old t-shirt she loved to lounge in. Her stretch also revealed she wasn’t wearing panties, either. Her lush, soft brown, curly bush was trimmed short and neatly tufted. She never waxed, because she love to maintain it’s appearance herself and took great care in doing it. Just thinking of her own sex and its recreational purpose made her horny. She was a bit of an exhibitionist, but only with her man. The more she loved herself in these ways, the more her man loved her in return. He appreciated those especially feminine details.

A faint shadow darkened the bedroom door. “Here, hon.  ... I’ve poured you some Cabernet. I have a couple of nice T-Bone steaks on the grill. The rest of our dinner is in the oven, except the salads, of course. ... Hungry?”

“For food? Maybe a little bit. For you? A lot.” She replied with a wink and a sly grin.

“Well,  why don’t you slip into those yoga pants I like so much - the ones that hug your sweet bottom so nice and make me want to go hands-on and all over. They do wonders for my appetite too. I have to flip the steaks. Dinner will be in about ten minutes.” He handed her the wine glass and kissed her soft, luscious lips. She smelled fresh from the shower. She took the glass with both hands at first, then ran her soft, manicured hand over his. “Mmm, vanilla lip gloss for dessert.” He left to attend to dinner. She liked it when he treated her this way because it was his gift of love. Mixing food with their love making was their way of being especially attentive. It was equally true when she took charge of their evening plans. Nobody counted who took more turns. They didn’t need to keep score. It was a matter of paying attention to the needs each felt for the other.

Dinner was scrumptious - Caesar salad, garlic-butter seasoned, charcoal grilled t-bone and a steamed veggies with toasted garlic bread on the side. The first bottle of wine didn’t last long, so he opened the second bottle and poured their glasses to half-full. When their inhibitions are loosened, who knows where their love-making would go. He collected her dishes and kissed her in the process. "Why don’t you relax while I take care of the business at hand?"

She smiled and gave him ‘that look’. You know the ‘look’? The one that says happiness, horniness and appreciation at the same time. He returned from the kitchen and gathered the remaining dishes while she sipped some more wine.

“Would you like to have dessert now, or should we save it for later?” he asked.

“Let’s save it. We should really finish what we’ve started first. Don’t you think?”

“Okay. I’ll just soak the dishes in the sink and finish them later. Won’t take me but a little bit.”

She knew exactly how long it would take him to do that, so she had to work fast. She already had plans of her own. She tossed the linen table cloth into the laundry room and replaced it with an old-fashioned, solid red colored oil cloth style table cover. She dimmed the lighting in fixture over the table, then disappeared into the bedroom. She pealed off her clothes and tossed them onto the floor and grabbed a shiny black shoe box from under her side of the bed and went back into the dining room. She grabbed a small tube of something from the box and placed the box on the chair nearest her right elbow under the table. She was just finishing up her preparations when her man came back in to see the spectacle she had hastily created for him.

He was still wiping his hands with a kitchen towel and only came back to ask her if she needed anything else. He didn’t even get the words past the thinking stage as he stopped in his tracks. The down-light of the chandelier centered over the table was dimmed displaying her naked body on the red tablecloth. Her eyes were closed and her lips shined. As he gazed further south, her nipples were glistening and hard. Her arms lay straight down at her sides, but her legs were crossed and her sexy new high heeled left shoe was standing, of sorts, on the chair as her right foot hung in the air - her shoe was dangling from the tips of her painted toes and waving as she flexed her toes revealing her sexy feet. He loved her perfectly formed feet and toes. It was ‘a thing’ with him. She was a perfect fit for the size of the table. This was truly a sight to behold.

His lips were getting dry as his excitement grew but he hesitated for the moment at having more wine. This was something new between them and he wanted to savor it. Without taking his eyes off her, he tossed the kitchen towel back toward the kitchen not caring where it landed. Then, he walked toward her slyly grinning face and bent down to whisper softly in her ear. “You’re beautiful.”  It made goose bumps on her arms. Taking his time, he walked completely around the table and one-by-one, pulled each of the chairs away from the table and placed them against the back wall except the one her foot was resting on. When he came to the chair with the black box on it, he smiled and picked up the box while moving that chair to the wall. Looking back at her face, her smile grew wider when she heard the box rattle in his hands as he carried it to the chair at her feet and set it down.

He disappeared into the bedroom and returned with her ostrich-feather ballpoint pen she had been writing with in her journal. He opened the box and retrieved the animal print blindfold and slowly walked back to her face, gently lifted her head and put the blindfold on whispering, “Are you comfortable?” She nodded without words. He slowly walked over to the China hutch and took a sip of wine. He then brought the glass over to her, dipped his finger in the wine and offered the drops to her lips. The droplets quickly began to run down her cheek, but he caught them carefully with his tongue and a kiss. She had freshened her lips with vanilla lip-gloss. It tasted good. It was their favorite. He kissed her some more and made quick work of the lip gloss, licking and sucking it off her lips with the devouring passion she liked so much without touching any other part of her body with his hands. Tiny beads of perspiration were forming on the glowing skin of her bare stomach and chest even under the low lights. He reached up and turned on the ceiling fan to its lowest speed. The breeze felt good as her nipples popped up a bit harder - inviting him; wanting him to burn his lips into them.

How could he resist? He kissed her lips and licked them softly as he moved his attention to her chin, down her neck and to her right breast nipple. Ah, vanilla lip gloss again. He was in no hurry because he knew her left nipple would be equally adorned for his pleasure as well as hers. Her chest rose and fell quicker as he enjoyed his licking and sucking all around her perfect, conical breasts and hard nipples. He knew that her clitoris was also feeling a twinge of sensation through her nerve endings, so he lingered. She squirmed and squeezed her legs tighter, but she could only moan softly. He stood up and walked to the foot of the table and picked up the ostrich-feathered pen and began to slowly stroke her body with it as he walked around the oval-shaped table while trying to remove his own clothing at he same time and kicking them under the table. Getting his silk boxers off single handed with a blood-engorged member was proving to be a challenge. His cock kept getting caught in the front opening, so he dropped the pen on the table and took care of that before picking up the pen again to continue playing with her largest sex organ - her smooth, soft and sensitive skin. She smiled and laid there quietly. He was appreciating her with his eyes and his hard-on proved it as he paced around the table.

He picked up his wine class, raised and cradled her head to offered her some more. She sipped lightly. He sipped at first, then drained the glass before they kissed a long, deep and tender kiss. He put the glass back on the hutch and came back to her head. He combed his fingers carefully through her long, wavy brunette tresses and displayed it around her head like a halo on the table cloth. Against the red background of the table cover, it highlighted her oval-shaped face and her lips under the light. He walked softly toward her foot, dangling the new leather shoe and removed it. He enjoyed her totally from head to toe and often told her so, but his actions spoke louder. He waved the feather lightly over and under her foot as she wiggled her toes at the tickling pleasure. He put down the feathered pen and carefully placed his fingers strategically around her foot as if it were a glass slipper. He kissed her ankle and nibbled and sucked at her Achilles tendon before moving his flattened tongue down the top of her foot and stopping to kiss each and every painted toe. Then he turned his attention to the underside of her foot. The tasty part, as he called it. He worked up a generous amount of saliva and tongued between each of her toes generously before sucking them dry again. She felt the sensations in her groin as she squeezed her thighs tightly. As if painting a fence with the flat of his tongue he worked from her toes and to her heel on the sole of her foot, stopping once or twice to chew at the ticklish part of her arch before kissing it with his lips and tongue. She coo’d softly, still behind her blindfold and tried resisting her kicking reflex.

His balls were aching and his cock couldn’t get any harder, but he wasn’t finished with his dessert quite yet. The piece-de-resistance was yet to come as he gingerly uncrossed her legs to reveal her honey-pot - for that’s what it truly was. He removed her other shoe and placed it under the table next to the other one, then sat down in the chair, scooted closer and positioned her knees over his shoulders so that her bare feet dangled over his back. He brought his arms up under her legs, caressing and squeezing her butt cheeks as he reached toward her hands, still by her side on the table. They touched and grasp each other by hooking their fingertips together and pulled. He caught a faint sense of vanilla as he lowered his lips to enjoy her Pooh-bear prize. She tempted him with vanilla lip-gloss on her vaginal lips. In truth, he needed no extra temptation, but this was nice. This was something new. The vanilla mixed with her personal scent perfectly and both made him hungry.

With great restraint to not stand up and plunge his hard cock directly into her, he sat and enjoyed looking at her pussy. Her clitoris was hard and protruding beyond her swollen lips in anticipation. Tiny droplets of her juiciness were dripping downward toward her lovely puckered ass. He watched as they gathered there, one by one. He couldn’t wait any longer, but his passion was getting more and more bottled and ready to explode. He lowered his eyes and his face while his mouth opened to engulf her entire outer pussy lips. He licked up the center of her opening writing a big capital-T at her clit. With his tongue, he circled down the area between her pussy and her leg then back up again on the other leg before placing another, long, slow capital-T over her hot button. She moaned and pulled on his hands, pulling her pussy closer to his face as the table cloth slid down the table.

They communicated very well non-verbally. He knew what she wanted. Using only his nose and tongue, he separated her pussy lips and slowly, but with increasing fervor licked her inside going back and forth, while traveling up and down. Her hips grinding into his chin, her hands gripping him tighter and he increased his pace. Occasionally, he would go all the way down to her little pucker and tease it with his tongue tip. When she let out a sudden cry of pleasure, he circled it around and around with his tongue. His own passion was near its explosion stage as he felt droplets of pre-cum dripping from his cock head. He made his tongue hard and began poking her little pink-eye in and out going as deeply as he could. She tightened her thighs around his head and used her leg muscles to dig her heels into his back to keep him there as her hands pulled hard on his hands. Oh, she was loving that, which gave him ideas for another time.

He toyed his way back to her pussy and sucked in with his lips wide as his tongue worked hard in a circle around her clitoris. Her breathing came faster and faster almost gasping for air as her hips bucked off the table at his face. He kept working. She was close and so was he. His ball-sack was drawn up tight against his body. It wouldn’t take much for him to blow-off, but he wasn’t finished with her pleasure yet. Suddenly, her body shook and she let out a pulsing moan that came from deep inside her somewhere. After a few of those, she relaxed her grip on his hands and slower yet, released his head from the grip of her powerful legs. He was sure that there would be heel prints in the skin of his back. It’s a good thing she wasn’t wearing cowboy spurs. He licked the lather from her pussy lips and blew some gentle warm air at the wetness watching her pussy hairs bend in the breeze.

He got up from his seat and positioned her feet comfortably on the chair and went into the bedroom to retrieve a thin coverlet blanket and placed it over her. His hardness was settling down but still dripping pre-cum. He removed her blindfold and kissed the teardrops in her still closed blue-green eyes. She opened her eyes and smiled. He kissed her and she sucked hard on his lower lip. He lightly tucked the blanket around her as she closed her eyes again and drifted away in peace. He turned the light down lower and sat watching her breasts gently rise and fall and waited.

After her ‘little death’, she would wake up and thank him for a lovely dinner. He would thank her for a lovely dessert.

The night was still young.

Sunday, January 8, 2017

Patricia A. - Part 3

Today, the clock turned counter-clockwise. The last two days dragged on without conversation or confirmation of the date set between them. It was assumed. Tonight, Jack would be meeting Patricia on a "personal level" and he had mixed feelings about it. Was she really married? What would this meeting involve - small talk over a drink? It could be something, but then again, it could be nothing at all - just a drink and small talk. It could be the beginning of something good. To say the least, interesting. Jack was interested but for what reasons? He, himself, didn't really know. She was attractive, intelligent and seemed interested in him. What could go wrong?

Jack finished the monthly Supplies Report and put in on the secretary's desk for typing, duplication and distribution on Monday just as the clock ticked over to QUIT. He walked back to his office and bidding everyone a pleasant evening, as usual, a tidied his desk, grabbed his keys, turned out the light and walked out toward the door on time, this time. He usually avoided the rat race and traffic of rush hour by staying a little past quitting time so the employee parking lots would have time to empty. He felt differently about this today. He wasn't just going to the Holiday Inn for a couple of beers and some bar food while their house band played for Friday Happy Hour, as usual. He had an early date in another direction.

Gawd, Jack hated rush hour traffic, but he kept his calm and took his time by driving in the right-hand lane. His meeting wasn't until six and there was plenty of time. He wanted to get there first to scout out the place and have a thoughtful drink at the bar before she arrived. The drive didn't take as long as he thought, but he pulled into the parking lot of the upscale motel bar area and walked in. He was still light-blind as he walked into the quiet, but comfortable bar called, 'The Library Room" which was filled with comfortable burgundy leather chairs and dark wooden cocktail tables. The rows of bookshelves along the back wall separating the bar from the restaurant gave the place it's name.

Approaching the bartender, he ordered a Scotch and water. With quick service to seemingly the only customer in the place, the drink was furnished in a flash. Jack left his cash on the bar, thanked him, and took long sip while casually glancing in the mirror above the bar before turning around. Patricia was already here, sitting in a booth toward the middle of the sidewall. Startled, he raised his glass toward her and walked over to her table. Her silky white blouse was vertically striped with opaque panels in between the white so you could view her skin tone underneath and had a hand-tied bow at her neckline. Simple jewelry. She already had a drink.

"Well, I don't even get the pleasure of ordering you a drink, but it's good to see you. What are you having?"

"Gin and tonic. How are you?" Patricia replied.

"I hate to say it, but I'm great, ... now. Seeing you here has made my day. It's been a couple of days, so you've had plenty of time to change your mind."

"Why would you hate to say it?"

"Well, you know how male-female encounters go. If you show too much eagerness in the beginning it makes the other person feel like they've won the battle of the sexes without firing a shot - so to speak." Jack wondered if she would object to the battle metaphor.

"In that scenario, then Jack, what do you think about a girl who shows up first for a date? Do you feel like you've won the battle without firing a shot?" Patricia fired back with a coy grin.

"As I'm early too, I suspect we were both anxious to meet each other tonight and couldn't wait for the appointed time. We said six and it's only 5:30. Then again, I guess we both could have gotten a break with Friday night traffic. Wouldn't you?" Jack replied.

Patricia smiled wider this time, taking a sip from her glass and looking Jack square in the eyes over the rim of her glass. It was the kind of look a guy never forgets. The ultimate look of suggestion, enticement, promise and "warning" devil-woman inside. Jack reached for his glass and took another drink, this time draining his glass. As he turned around to try and attract the bartender's attention for another drink, Patricia reached out and put her hand on his. Jack turned around. "You wouldn't want to spoil the mood, would you?"

With that, she rolled-over Jack's hand, palm side up and placed a motel room key in it before closing his fingers around them and squeezed, then winked as his eyes met hers again. Jack smiled. Patricia smiled. The only question to be answered was "When?" It turned out to be rhetorical. Patricia reached for her purse and Jack slid out of the booth and extended a helping hand. It was the first time they touched and there was electricity. Sliding across the leather seats had generated a spark of static, but surely that wasn't the only spark going on.

Room #141 wasn't far away and easy to get to. Jack opened the door to the double room and allowed Patricia to go in first. As he closed and locked the door, she had slipped out of her work heels and was loosening her tied blouse and working at the buttons. Jack tossed his navy sport coat over the chair and quickly tossed his tie on top of it as he kicked off his oxblood loafers. Quickly, she threw her blouse on the first bed and worked at her skirt zipper and then her pantyhose. Standing now, six feet apart, together in only their underwear, Jack walked slowly over to stand in front of Patricia. Only inches apart and they could feel the heat coming off each other's body. They smelled each other's personal aromas - a mixture of this morning's shower soap, soft mingling of colognes and day at the office. It was calming, exciting and magnetic.

Jack reached around her waist to close the eight inches that separated them as Patricia very carefully slid her soft hands slowly up his arms to clasp her hands around his face and pull it down to hers as she rose on her tiptoes to kiss him slowly, softly, tenderly and deliberately. Jack's ears were feeling warm and his heart raced. They kissed again but with more passion than tenderness. There was anxiousness, lip and tongue sucking wetness. They were holding each other in an iron cage of arms and hands, daring each other to try and escape. Still holding the kissing, Patricia lifted her right leg and reached around behind Jack's and pulled the full hardness of him into her stomach. She moaned through her kiss.

Although neither of them wanted break up a good thing, Patricia pushed back, then reached around to unfasten her white satin bra. Jack wanted to be a gentleman instead of assuming he should do it for her. He always seem to err on the side of caution. Patricia showed him there was no need to stand on ceremony and flung her bra over onto the pile of clothes on the other bed and was about to bend down for her panties when Jack stopped her. He carefully straightened her up and looked at her eye to eye before casting his gaze down to a beautiful pair of breasts. Sure, they were smallish, but they were a perfect conical shape and stood proudly with excited nipples at the center. They fit her petite stature perfectly and proudly. Jack wanted to just stare and appreciate them all day. He reached over to stroke them tenderly with his fingertips. As he attended to each breast, it seemed to swell under his touch pushing her nipple farther outward until he pressed it's hardness into his palm and gently squeezed it. Perfect.

Her gaze met his again as if to say, "I take it you like them?" To which his smile gave him away saying, "Oh, yes. Very much so." It seemed they needed no verbal communications as each one understood the other. They came together in another kiss, very much like their first one - soft, tender and sweet. The hugs came next until they were back to the passion again.

Jack reached down to pull back the bedspread and top sheet of the bed while Patricia slipped out of her silky panties and jumped into the place that Jack made ready for her. A little bit shy, Jack turned his back to hide his hardness as he bent over to remove his shorts. When he did, Patricia bit his ass cheek. Jack nearly fell over losing his balance, but caught himself on the end table. "So, that's the way you want to play, huh?"

"No, not really, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Now, get in here and keep me warm."

Jack did just that. Part of him wanted to take things slowly and deliberately. He wanted to try a few things he'd read in one of those sexual technique books that were popular now. Part of him just wanted to be inside her, all the way inside her. He wanted her heat and he wanted her to feel his too. That was just what Patricia had in mind as well. She reached down and positioned the tip of his hardness at the entrance to her secret place that wanted to be fulfilled. As Jack assumed the kneeling push-up exercise position, Patricia used her tender fingers to move his penis head around and around her pussy, getting it lubricated. Once inside, he would find her dripping hot with excitement and more than ready for everything he could give her.

She motioned her hand inserting him inside her, but she wanted more and faster, so she bucked her hips and pumped him inside her as far as she could and clamped-down on his hardness. Jack moaned and slowly pulled back only to thrust forward again and pounded at her, again and again and again, until he felt the point of no return and stopped.

Patricia opened her eyes, revealing a tear of pleasure. Jack said, "I'm finishing too soon. You feel so damned good. I can't help it."

"Why did you stop? Give it to me. I want you to."

Jack gave it to her, alright, but in the back of his head, they had never talked about the pill, contraception or anything. They were just being animals about it. What if this was some kind of trap or something? As he pounded her tight pussy for all he had, she squeezed him as hard as she could waiting for her own orgasm which was coming on hard. Jack couldn't stop pumping. He was in the zone. Patricia matched his energy stroke for stroke - allowing him in and clamping down hard as he withdrew. He held it back for as long as he could. Finally, he pulled back his slippery cock and shot his love juice all over her soft belly as her hips kept their thrusting rhythm as if he were still inside her. Her wet pussy rubbed his ball-sack as she did.

Even her pussy juice on his cock and hand smelled as sweet as she did. After he finished, he bent down and kissed her hot, dry mouth as he did in the beginning. Being the gentleman that he was, he got up and fetched a warm, wet washcloth from the sink to clean the mess he'd made, while Patricia relaxed. When he was finished, he tossed the washcloth into the sink in a basketball shot and laid back down next to Patricia.  He slid her arm underneath her neck while his other arm reached for her waist and pulled her close. He body seemed cooler, but that would change quickly. As they kissed and hugged, Jack could sense that she seemed distracted.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. What time is it?" She found the clock on the nightstand. "Oh shit. I need to get back. I'm supposed to be grocery shopping."

"What?! You really ARE married?! OH SHIT! What did we just do?"

"We just had sex, Jack. Where are my panties?"

As Patricia was hurriedly getting dressed, there was no reason for Jack to hang around, so he got dressed too, but he was in no hurry. There were a lot of questions filing through his mind. He wanted answers but those would have to wait.

"Just leave the room key on the table. I'll talk to you next week."

Jack finished dressing and found his shoes. Sitting on the edge of the bed he wondered, "What the fuck? Is this the beginning or the end? Or something in-between; real or imagined?" Still, it was damned fine fucking - for as long as it lasted.

Thursday, October 27, 2016

The Student Union

As usual, I waited until the last minute to register for classes. I wasn't sure I even wanted to return to university classes this semester. I was doing all right in my previous studies, but the pressures of financing tuition, books and living expenses gave me pause to go deeper into student loan debt. I earned a little bit over the summer with typical fill-in type, non-career oriented jobs, but they never pay much. In July, I got a speeding ticket which wiped out a whole week's paycheck, so I guess you could say money just got "spent". When my student loan application was approved for my second year of studies, I got the notification a little late.

I registered for Fall Semester classes, but two of them had already started. Loan approval doesn't necessarily mean the check has arrived in the Student Affairs Office, so I only bought the textbook for the Thursday class with what little money I had left - hoping my loan check would arrive before next week's classes. The first days of classes that I missed already could easily be caught up with a little help from other students. In the beginning, every student seems helpful, but competition for top grades doesn't really begin until after mid-terms.

After class, I was walking back to my car when a cute and nicely shaped, petite little girl with shoulder length, mousy brown hair called my name. I stopped walking and turned to see what she needed. I didn't know her, but I thought I sure would like to.

"Hi. I'm Jean. I saw you in class and I wanted to get to know you. I hope you don't mind my being so forward. It's hard to meet new people here. Everyone is so stand-offish sometimes."

"Yeah, I know what you mean - especially since I'm a poor boy without a full-ride sports scholarship. I'm just a regular guy. My name is Jack, but I guess you know that already. It's nice to meet you."

"I was just on my way to the Student Union to take a break. Mind if I walk with you a while?" She had lipstick on her attractively full lips and light makeup, but her real beauty came from behind those sparkling blue eyes. I liked her immediately and she seemed to like me.

"Well, my car is parked in the other lot. I was a little confused about which building my class was in. I can drive you there, if you like." I explained.

"Sure, that would be great." Jean replied. We got in my old Chevy and just as I put the key in the ignition, Jean slid over next to me and put her arms through mine and kissed me on the cheek.

I was a little taken aback. "What was that for?"

"Just being you. You don't remember me, do you?"

"I'm sorry. I seem to be in my own little world when I'm here. I have a lot on my mind - family, the war, money, the future. If I want to get ahead in my later life, I need to do very well here. How do you know me?"

"You were the organizer of last year's Student Talent Show, weren't you?"

Of course I remembered that. The Monday following the Friday night show, I was called into the Dean's Office. It seems that during a particularly physical dance number the costume top of one of the female performers slipped down fully exposing her breasts. Of course, she recovered quickly and continued the performance. The Dean wanted to know if I had seen the performance and was that wardrobe malfunction intentional. Since I had been working the lights for the special effects, I missed the whole damned thing, but I assured him that was not intentional.. Fortunately, the Dean believed me.

"Yeah, I was. I almost got into big trouble over that deal, but you weren't in the show or I would have remembered you, for sure."

"Then I saw you dressed up as a girl with a mop for long hair and balloons in your dress at the Roaring 20's Dance. That was you, too, wasn't it?"

"I guess my sunglasses gave me away - that and my summer job work boots." I grinned.

"Anyway, I like a guy who can take charge of things and doesn't mind being the brunt of his own jokes. It doesn't hurt that you're kinda cute."

"Well, thanks, but the other stuff is all a facade, I'm afraid. I'm over-acting to compensate for feelings of inadequacy." In truth, I couldn't get a date that night.

"I'll bet you picked that up in Psych 101, didn't you?" Jean said with a sly grin.

"I suppose. I've always felt that way, but since that class, I now have a name for it." I smiled.

Jean scooted closer and made a distinct effort to press as much of her body against me as she could. As naive as I was, I picked up on the clues and my body automatically reacted behind the zipper of my Levi's. She noticed immediately and walked her fingers up my thigh from the knee to my crotch and cupped my growing bulge in her hand and slightly squeezed while sucking on my right earlobe. It was all I could handle to keep my car between the lines of the road.

As she gently squeezed my growing bulge in long pulses Jean exhaled her hot breath into my ear and down my neck and whispered, "Let's forget about the Student Union. I have a better idea. It's got to be Ladies Night somewhere here in town."

My face was beginning to feel flush as a chill ran down my side. I almost stammered in a somewhat shaky voice, "Isn't it a little bit early? Most clubs don't get going until after ten. Besides, my student loan check hasn't come in yet. I'm pretty much broke right now."

"Have you ever had a dream or fantasy about being naked in a crowd? I can tell by what I have in my hand, that you would represent very well." Jean teased.

"I dunno. We just met and hardly know each other. Now you want me to confess my fantasies to you? Isn't that a bit presumptuous?"

"There you go being all Mr. Dictionary when what I'm looking for right now is Mr. Dick - not just any dick, just the one attached to you. You see, I've been studying you from a distance. I like you and I get the feeling in my hand that you like me, too. I have alternate plans for you and me. Turn right up here at the cross street."

"What about the Student Union?" I asked.

"Don't worry, we can get a Coca-Cola where we're going too, if you want." Jean replied.

Jean directed me to a two-story brick home with an attic and basement located in an older section of town near the college. On the outside, it was as normal as any other house on the block and well-maintained. I found a parking spot and we walked up to the side door and Jean pressed the doorbell rapidly twice, then paused and rapidly three times more. It must have been a code. A white-haired man in a black bathrobe answered the door. Jean asked, "Isn't this the Student Union?"

"No, I'm sorry, it isn't."

"I apologize for the interruption, sir, but Dash-Ampersand asked me to meet him here. Did he leave a message, perhaps?"

"Yes. Are you Asterisk-Percent?"

"No, I'm Dollar-Brackets."

"Of course. Welcome. Dash is in the living room." That was a very interesting entrance code. With that, he stepped back and opened the door wider to allow our entrance. Once inside, I noticed how well the room was appointed, but all in dark wood furniture and dark decor. In the foyer was a sort of locker room with lots of clothes hung in compartments with stored shoes and socks underneath.

We found an empty locker and started taking off our clothes. I took off everything except my button-down collared shirt and Jean stripped down to a sexy black lacy camisole, unsnapped the crotch, then slipped one strap down her shoulder. She pulled her arm back through and exposed only her left breast. Her breast was beautifully shaped and featured a light pink areola with small perky nipple. I immediately bent down to kiss it and reached to gently fondle it further. She held my head against her chest as her hand reached lower to caress my balls and stroke my suddenly hardened cock. Jean grabbed my hair and pulled my lips over to kiss me passionately using her tongue to explore my mouth as I reciprocated. Our tongues battled to give each other pleasure. Jean broke our kiss first.

Jean looked me in the eyes and said, "You don't have to play if you don't want to, but I hope you won't mind if I do. I want you to be the first, though. You can have me at anytime, in any room and all night, as long as you like. There are no rules except no violence or loud voices."

That sounded pretty vague, until she opened the sliding pocket doors to the living room. There were at least a dozen men and women having sex in varying sexual positions on every piece of furniture and vacant space on the carpet. Some were naked and others were dressed in sexy camisoles, bustiers and black nylons. There was a large bowl of condoms on the table and lots of wadded foil wrappers spread around. Jean looked up at me and smiled, "Where shall we begin? Do you see anything you like? It's Ladies Night. All you need do is make eye contact and smile and wait for a wink." she said with a sly grin.

"Uh, I'm not so sure about this." My mind was going crazy with all kinds of desire as I looked at the beautiful women having sex in the living room, but my dick was reacting to the messages from my brain that this was somehow either wrong or at least not my thing. True to my upbringing, having sex was always a private thing - or so he had been told. Still, my dick didn't know whether to stand up or lay down.

"Let's get a drink at the bar." Jean suggested.

"There's a bar? Where?"

"In the dining room, of course." Jean led me by the hand to the half-moon bar in the corner of the dining room which also featured a pass-thru window to the kitchen. We each ordered a drink and Jean signed a tab. No clothes, no wallets. The bartender then disappeared into the kitchen area.

"Do you come here often?" I had to ask. I wanted to know what I was - pardon the phrase - getting into.

"I have an account here, if that's what you want to know. You're my guest and you can have any thing or any other woman that you like - including me - all you want. I believe sex is like exercise, eating, drinking, study and relaxation. It's just something the body and soul needs on a regular basis."

"I guess I'm old fashioned. One woman, one man. A personal matter. Ya know?"

"Of course I do, but think about this. Can you imagine how much better you could concentrate on study and learning if you didn't have to walk around sexually frustrated all the time? Emotions can often get in the way, people get possessive and violence ensues. I've seen it many times in the bar scene. Some women get off on having that kind of control over men. I offer no pretense. Tonight, I'm yours. Tomorrow, maybe so, maybe not. I picked you because I like you. I think you are interesting. I like what you're about."

"Don't you think we're skipping a few relationship steps? What kind of movies do you like? What kind of restaurants do you like? What are your life goals and so forth."

"Who said anything about a relationship? Relationships and love come and go - someone always gets hurt when that love dies, meanwhile, we go on being sexually frustrated. Sex is a purely natural thing, a physical thing, a necessary thing. Just because I want to share my body with you doesn't necessarily mean that I love you. Love is too complicated an issue with all we otherwise have to deal with here at school. Physical needs must be taken care of. How many so called, love relationships fail due to sexual incompatibility? I know my parents divorced because of it."

All of Jean's words seemed to make good sense - at least in my hormone-altered mind. I hadn't even taken a sip on my drink yet, but all the while I tried to keep my eyes directly on hers, but I know they slipped down to appreciate the beauty of her exposed breast and her unsnapped crotch chemise. I only knew that my shirt tail was not hiding my hard-on very well. I took a sip of my Scotch and water taking in the twinkle in Jean's blue eyes. The drink felt warm going down. Usually, I was a beer drinker. I was playing a role, again.

"I think I understand. So, to you, I'm just Mr. Dick for tonight. Is that about right? Isn't that what you said?"

"Yes, that too. I do feel warmly toward you. As I said, I like several things about you and I'm interested in you. If you can't handle that, then you can just call me Miss Pussy Tonight, have fun with me or anyone else here you like and nobody will know your name tomorrow. You don't have to know me either, but I think you'll want to. I'm feeling good at getting to know you better. This could be the beginning of a great thing."

I smiled and reached for the back of her head and pulled her face to mine and kissed her to see what that would do. As I reached toward her pussy with my free hand, she reached for my cock and pulled it toward her. She was juicy on my fingers. Her hand squeezed my cock and her thumb spread my pre-cum over the head before she put her thumb to her lips to taste it - sucking and licking around her thumb as if it were my cock. She was again stroking me as she kissed me. My fingers were slowly spreading her juices around her vaginal lips and dipping inside occasionally to gather more hoping she was enjoying the sensations I'd hoped to be providing. We were both breathing heavily into each other's mouths as we kissed hard and faster, building passion.

I broke the kiss slowly and cleared my throat, then tried to be cool. "What do we do now?"

We left our drinks at the bar and she pulled my hand toward the nearest chair and sat me down. With no trouble at all, she climbed onto my lap and reached around to slip the head of my cock into her hot, juicy pussy and slowly slid all the way down on it and let is sit there to soak a minute. She circled her hips around to get fully seated on my hardness deep inside her as far as she could. Then, she reached around my neck to grab hold of the wooden chair back and leaned forward to kiss me some more while pulsing her pussy muscles on my cock. As we kissed, she slowly raised her bottom up and slowly back down still squeezing her pussy muscles and gripping my hardness. She kept her balance by using the rungs under the chair for leverage.  I was thinking, she felt so damned good. She pulled back, looked me in the eyes and verbalized it, "You feel so damned good and hard inside me."

"I was just thinking the same thing."

"Tell me, next time. I need to know you're having a good time. It motivates me. I need to hear it." she said sweetly.

"You feel so good. My cock feels so hot deep inside you. You are so hot. I can feel it in my balls."

"Yes", she said, "Just like that."

We both wanted and needed each other so much at this point. It had been a long time since I had sex, but that didn't mean I hadn't though about it a lot. As Jean began to increase her speed up and down on my cock, she held on hard to the back of the chair. All I could do was feel the smooth skin of her hips as they moved and watch as her exposed breast occasionally bounced into my face, but my lips and tongue could never catch her nipple. Our breathing became rapid and shallow. Jean closed her eyes and threw back her head as she pumped faster up and down. I started to feel myself coming to the point of no return and said, "Slow down. I'm gonna cum." Jean took that as a clue and pumped me faster. Her ass cheeks slapped my thighs turned me on even more as I felt the urging in my balls to expel my sperm deeply into her slippery tunnel. I closed my eyes and whispered, "I c-c-can't hold  i- ...." and then exploded my long pent-up seed into her repeatedly as she continued to pump herself up and down. She was still pumping when my dick went soft and slipped out of her sperm-filled pussy.

"Mmm, that was nice", she said, as she leaned into me and kissed me long and sweetly. I'll be right back. Wait here. I watched her as she disappeared up the stairs to the second floor rooms. She had a nice, tight ass at the top of her shapely legs. I loved the way she glided and the dimple in her ass cheeks.

I figured she wanted to use the bathroom, so I tried to stand-up and walk over to the bar. My knees were a little shaky, but I made it and reached for my drink - still on the bar. I took a long sip and turned around to catch a glimpse back into the living room activities.

 By then, the previous couples had all changed partners and there were two women who must have been student athletes or they could have never been able to get into those positions loving each other. Some men simply watched the action as others decided to help the women orally in any way they could. The room was all about giving pleasure. Some women were busy trying to suck and pump new life into their men as they watched the others. One blonde woman was on her hands and knees while another woman laying on her back was positioned underneath her eating her pussy while a man knelt behind her pumping her pussy and dangling his balls in the other girls face. The woman underneath was enjoying both - sucking his balls and licking her clit as he fucked her. They both enjoyed having her there. The woman kneeling was occupied by another man's cock going deeply into her throat. For a while, they were the centerpiece of the room.

Another woman on the sofa was giving her man a hand-job while her lips were busy licking and sucking his right nipple, while another woman was vigorously licking her pussy balanced on her hands and knees, while getting her asshole pounded. It was almost too much visual stimulation. I reached around and took another sip of my nearly finished drink. I looked up and saw Jean walking slowly down the stairs. Her hair was all disheveled, but she was smiling as she walked up to me at the bar.

I looked her in the eyes and remarked, "Well, there must have been a line at the ladies room."

"I didn't go to the ladies room." Her breath smelled like cock, but I wasn't sure. She hooked her bare leg around mine as we stood at the bar. I could feel a slippery wetness of cum streaming down her leg. I looked down to see if it was really what I thought is was. It was a lot more than cum I ever produced.

"What the fuck! You come over here with me and fuck other guys and drip their cum all over my leg?"

"When you finished, I wasn't done yet. It took two other guys upstairs to take care of my needs. I told you that sexual frustration is not a good thing for anyone, especially me. I'm all yours now." With that, she turned around and bent over to show me her ass and still dripping pussy. There was something black in her asshole.

"What's that? I asked.

"It's a butt plug. I'm stretching my asshole a little bit. Some men are turned-on by fucking a girl still juicy with another man's cum. You know, sloppy seconds .. in this case, sloppy thirds. I don't think you're that kind of man, so I lubed up my asshole and put in this butt plug so that when you get hard again, you can be the first to fuck me in the ass. I want you to." She looked me quite unabashedly squarely in the eyes. She wasn't kidding. She opened her hand to show me a small packet of lube for my cock.

I was shocked. How naive could I be? Of course, it was a back-of-the-mind fantasy of mine, but I never tried it before. I wondered if I could do it. It was ... well, you know, ... forbidden, I guess. She had such a nice ass. I may never get this chance again, but ....

She saw the puzzlement in my eyes and walked over to the big tray of condoms in the center of the living room and picked out two or three and padded back toward me at the bar. I liked the way she pointed her toes when she walked and how nicely her feet were shaped. Her toenails were painted red. I'm the kind of guy who feels attached to a woman I've had sex with, but how could I feel thta way now that she's shared herself with two other guys in the same night? At least I was the first to plunge my seed deep into her pussy tonight and I would be the first to try her tight asshole. I quit thinking. It was getting in my way. I enjoyed her soft, full red lips as she licked me and sucked me back to rock hard again so she could put her favorite condom on me using only her lips. The lube would come next and I couldn't wait to sample that special tightness once the butt plug was removed.

After that night, I think I saw Jean maybe three or four times while walking across the quad, but we never did exchange phone numbers that night or shared any classes. I had dropped her off where we met - in the parking lot of the Memorial Building. I didn't even know what kind of car she drove. Since I wasn't a member, I didn't bother to return to the NOT Student Union house. Instead, I went through the rest of the semester as sexually frustrated as ever before, but I had tasted forbidden fruit and I would never be the same. I thought I could really like being with Jean, but she had this one thing that I didn't think I could be a part of. I'll forever ask myself, "Who suffered the greater loss at that decision?"   (Word Count 4,018)


** This is a creation of pure fiction. It came to me in a dream. One thing I can tell you for sure is: I'm not going to quit taking that nighttime cold medicine that gives me such great illusions.

Sunday, October 9, 2016

The Couples Retreat

Feeling a little nervous and sheepishly shy, Jerry dropped his brown leather suitcase at the foot of the private island resort hotel check-in desk and waited briefly. This was an exclusive and expensive experience he was about to have and it could all go for naught in the end. The complementary two vodka martinis and the bag of Smokehouse Almonds on the plane didn't help that much. The white Lincoln limousine brought him directly from his chartered flight and the small private airport, directly to the resort hotel. This was all very nice, so far, but what was planned for the remainder of his stay had him nervous and worried. What if ... ?

He'd planned this trip six-months ago, filled-in the original application and all the required ancillary sexual preference and experience questionnaires before he e-mailed the required clothed and totally nude photos they required before he was selected. The hardest part for Jerry was the had to borrow some of the fees for this experience out of his 401-K retirement savings to pay his $10,000 fee for the five-day experience he was about to have. For Jerry, there was more than enough tension, stress and anxiety within him to warrant his condition. The registration clerk quickly came to his aid.

"Yes, Mr. Jones. We have your suite prepared for you. Is there anything you additionally require?" He spoke with an English accent, but Jerry couldn't tell if it was real or authentic. It hardly mattered.

"Excuse me, but my name isn't Mr. Jones. It's ... "

The clerk interrupted him and spoke in a lowered voice, "Yes sir, but we don't use surnames here. For our purposes everyone's surname is Jones - if we use it at all. We use only first names here and I recognized you from our photo database and your application as you approached the front desk. We pride ourselves on a more personal experience. We feel it makes the Retreat more comfortable. My name is Clark. May I address you as Jerry?"

Jerry understood and the professional clerk was very good about explaining the procedures here. "Yes, that would be fine, I suppose." He gave it a quick thought and decided it would be better, unless there was another Jerry in the group.

"Very well, Jerry." At that, Clark pushed a single page, typed form toward him with an envelope and a pen. "If you will kindly read and acknowledge receipt of a copy of our Participation Agreement and kindly surrender your wallet, watch, cell phone and passport in the envelope, please. I will place your envelope in the hotel safe and make a photocopy of this agreement for your perusal. After you seal the envelope, please sign or initial it across the seal for security purposes."

Jerry signed the form on the line at the arrow without even a bother to read. Clark turned to make the photocopy as Jerry put his valuables into the large manila envelope, sealed it and signed the crease. Clark returned with Jerry's copy of the form. Clark further sealed the envelope with bright red sealing wax and a specially designed hotel stamp. As Jerry folded the agreement and slipped it into his inner suit coat pocket he asked for directions to the bar. A uniformed bellboy suddenly appeared without summons to collect Jerry's bag. As Jerry turned to follow the bellboy, Clark spoke again.

"Ah, Mr. Jones?" (He was checking Jerry's response to the fake name.)

Jerry turned, remembering his instruction. "Yes, Clark?"

Clark held up a green slip of paper the size of a 3"x 5" index card. Jerry returned to the desk with a question on his mind, which was quickly answered. "We have a bar at the resort, but no cash or credit cards are allowed. You may use only these coupons if you wish to consume alcohol while you are here. If you'll refer to your agreement, you'll notice that you will receive one or perhaps two coupons daily if your needs and progress are satisfactory. This is for your benefit. I'm sure you agree."

"Or course, Clark. Thank-you." Jerry followed the bellboy to his room. Maybe Clark was right. He already had two drinks on the plane to ease his flight nerves, but his being-here-nerves would require more than one drink to calm. The bellboy opened the door to Suite-J and allowed Jerry to enter first before following with his bags.

"Will this suite be acceptable, sir?"

Jerry did a quick look around. This was no $100/night motel by the highway type of room. There was no apparent TV, which was a surprise. For a quick moment he felt he did not belong in such luxurious surroundings, until he remembered the price of admission. He tried to act sophisticated, "Yes, this room will be fine. He reached toward his inner suit coat pocket for his wallet to give the bellboy a gratuity but found his pocket empty." He turned around to where the bellboy had stood just moments before, but by then, his bag was already stored in the closet and the bellboy was gone, the door closed.

Jerry decided to make himself comfortable by taking off his suit coat, tie and shoes. He thought about going down to the bar to have that drink but he already had his shoes off and his feet felt much better now walking around on the plush carpeting. Maybe later. He looked around the room for something to read and explore his surroundings a bit. It had all the usual things, including a writing desk, comfortable chairs, granite topped counter in the bathroom with a nice Jacuzzi tub/shower. What was unique was the dim-able lighting fixture controls all around the room to set the mood when/if needed. He didn't notice the special control which controlled nothing that he was aware of. This would be interesting, since Jerry came and was accepted as a single. This was supposed to be a couples retreat. He wondered how they would handle that aspect of their program.

The phone rang. It was Clark's voice. "Jerry, there will be a general convocation of all guests in the main dining room in one hour. Please wear the bathrobe and comfort shoes provided in your closet. Your phone will ring twice when it is time to go. Thank-you." With that, the line went dead. Very mysterious, but why? I guess without a watch or clock in the room, how would he know what time it was? Jerry walked over to the closet and decided to unpack his things. He noticed the thick, white velour robe with his name embroidered on the right breast pocket. He had been to various business seminars in the past and he could always tell the first-timers who wore their 'Hello, my name is: ' name tags on the left side. The trick is to wear the tag on the right side so that when shaking hands with someone new, your name is easily presented to them as you lean forward. "Geez, these guys thought of everything."

Jerry took his time to shower, freshen up and shave again to make sure he was presentable after his trip to a crowd of people he had never met before. Even though he would never meet these people again after this week, he still wanted to start off on the right foot. Being tired and disheveled never impressed anyone. A nice hot shower always worked. Just as he was getting dressed, the phone rang twice then stopped. It was time to go. Comfort slippers on, he grabbed his robe out of the closet and walked out of the room as the door self-closed behind him. He reached in his pockets and thankfully, the security key-card for the room was in there already. How did they know he'd forget that?

~ / ~

Jerry followed the murmurs of a crowd of people talking and the smells of cooking food. It did seem like dinner time to him. He arrived and saw a smallish crowd of men and women wearing similar robes chatting, drinking Champagne and helping themselves to the hors d'oeuvers trays being passed around. For the most part, couples were staying together, but there were a few single men and curiously, an equal number of single women. Jerry helped himself to a glass and looked over the food trays for something good. He kept it simple with something he knew because exotic foods didn't interest him much. He took a bite, sipped some wine and started to look around when he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder from behind. He swallowed hard and turned around - trying not to act surprised.

"Hello. I'm Lisa." She was stunning. Her naturally highlighted, blonde hair and impeccable makeup coupled with her five-foot, six inch, perfect hourglass figure included well-shaped breasts which were accented by the belt in her robe set her apart from anyone else in the room. He had been single a long time after his wife died, but he could still scan a room for lovely ladies without attracting suspicion. At this moment, he was the luckiest guy there.

Jerry stammered, "H-hello, Lisa. I'm Jerry. It's my pleasure to meet you." At the same time, they both switched hands with their wine to shake hands properly. Hers were warm, soft and well-manicured, but her grip was as firm as any businessman. She held his hand, not letting go as she gazed into his smiling gray-green eyes. He looked at her in her lovely green and gold eyes. She started this. It was her move. Jerry kept it light and trite. "So, .. gee, Lisa, do you come here often?"

Lisa politely laughed. "No, Jerry. In fact, this is my first time. How about you?"

"No, a friend of mine suggested I come here. Said I needed a break." Jerry responded.

"My friend told me the same thing. Your friend wouldn't happen to be Dr. Jameson, would it?" Lisa responded.

"Why yes. How would you k .... ", Then mentally, Jerry began to put things together. Lisa was to be his sex therapist and/or surrogate at this retreat. Dr. Jameson was instrumental in setting this up. For years Jerry had sought therapy with Dr. Jameson to get past the death of his wife. He was deeply in love and thought that no one could ever take her place. Then, through therapy, Jerry was finally able to get himself "out there", but he would always compare the women he would meet to "her" and it would kill any chance he had with them. Jerry was his own worst enemy. The doctor knew it long ago, but Jerry had finally accepted it as fact, not theory.

Jerry's setback came when he finally met a nice girl and really wanted things to go well with her, but when it came time for sex, Jerry's man-unit wouldn't cooperate. It worked all right alone, part of the time; not every time. After numerous medical exams, tests and so forth, the conclusion was that it was part lack of confidence and part lack of use. His mind just couldn't remember or maybe it didn't want to remember. His wife had been his only one and she was gone. For the women he had met so far, they would quickly lose interest in him if they knew this was going to be an on-going problem because it affected their sex lives, too. A nice guy without a boner is just a nice guy; not a love connection. Nice guys are nice, but there's no demand for them. Women need a fulfilling sex life just as much as men. That's why some, if not most of these couples were here. They all wanted better sex lives and were willing to pay dearly to learn how to get one.

A bell clanged in the corner of the reception and Clark waited calmly for everyone's attention before making his announcement. "Ladies and gentlemen, dinner will be served in the adjoining dining room. Please make your way and be seated behind your place cards."

Jerry looked at Lisa and Lisa back at Jerry. "Well, this was nice. I wonder what's for dinner," Lisa asked.

Jerry replied, "I wonder if we can sneak in there ahead of everyone else and change our place cards so we can sit together."

As they filed into the room, Lisa took every opportunity to bump into Jerry's leg and his behind on the pretense of the migrating, hungry crowd. Jerry smiled. This was good. They studied the large table in the center of the luxurious dining room for their individual place cards. Jerry found Lisa's card, but his was no where close. He pulled out her chair for her and allowed her to be seated, then leaned over. "I hope I can bump into you after dinner, Lisa."

Jerry found his place card down at the far end away from Lisa and sat down as everyone else had already been seated. Well, this was just wrong. If she is to be his therapist, why was she so ill placed at the dinner table? Maybe she wasn't to be his therapist for this retreat. Maybe she just shared the same doctor back home? Maybe she had another man as her sex therapist. As far as Jerry was concerned, that would be a shame and too bad for him. Just looking at her, accessing her style and feeling her move next to him through the crowd of guests gave him good vibes inside. Still, he wondered what she was thinking, too. Maybe this was a good thing after all. Just in case things didn't go well at the beginning. Then again, if Lisa wasn't to be his sex surrogate here, which of these other women was? Then again, maybe the therapists weren't supposed to be at this dinner tonight.


The dinner table arrangements were male-female-male-female all the way around. As dinner was served, Jerry scanned around the table for another woman that he might be attracted to or to see who else might be attracted to him. Conversations with the women on his left and right were cordial but there didn't seem to be any magnetism - not that he could feel, at any rate. He looked down the table at Lisa, who was very busy with the men sitting next to her. She was, indeed popular with the other men to her left and right. Men like bees and an attractive jar of honey between them.

Jerry felt the twinge of jealousy he had no right to feel. Still, there was something special with Lisa that he couldn't put a finger on. To put it simply, "automatic". In a way, he had been looking for a woman like her since, ... well, he thought he was finally adjusted. He automatically liked everything he knew about her, so far. How would he get to know her better? Perhaps, this wasn't their destiny.

As dessert was being served, an official-looking gentleman came into the room and held-up the bell that Clark had rung earlier and gave it a couple of clangs. The room fell quiet.

"Ladies and gentlemen. My name is Jeremiah and I'm the director here. Please, continue to enjoy your meal. I just wanted to stop-in to be sure you're all enjoying your dinner. You are, aren't you?" The crowd applauded. "That's good. While you are here, I hope you will enjoy all your meals with us without the burdensome tasks of preparations, cooking and dish washing." The crowd laughed and applauded that too. "Tomorrow morning, we shall begin our Retreat Into Your Sexuality. As you know, this is a couples retreat, but from your submitted applications and questionnaires, we have devised a week of activities that groups of you will share in common, while also working with each couple individually to address your specific sexuality goals in other sessions. Your days will be full, fun-filled and sexy, while your evenings will be burdened with ... shall we say, homework? The official dress code is very simple. Simply wear your minimum level of underwear over your robes and slippers. This is not only comfortable for you, but helps save time with some of the exercises you will be doing. We all know how long it seems to take to get undressed when you're highly motivated."  The crowd laughed again.

Jeremiah concluded his speech with, "So, for the rest of the night, this has been a meet and greet with the other people you will be sharing classes, sensory sessions and work sessions with while you're here. For those of you who still have alcohol coupons, feel free to take advantage of our bar, if you wish, but it closes at 9:30. Our work begins after breakfast in the morning. Your phones will ring twice only as a wake-up call and an hour later for breakfast. We don't want you to worry about clocks, busy schedules or anything else, except your partner, yourself and your sexuality. If there is anything specific that you desire, want or need, simply make that known to any member of our staff. We are all here to serve you, nurture you and protect you. Now, enjoy your evening, but remember the provisions of your individually signed Participation Agreements. Goodnight."

The crowd applauded and looked around at the other smiling faces in the room as if to assure them that they were all on the same page and comfort level. It seemed so to Jerry, but then, what about Lisa? Jerry really wanted to know. As Jeremiah answered a few questions from the few people-types who like to talk to teacher after class all the time, Jerry put down his silverware, wiped the corner of his mouth with the cloth napkin in his lap and laid it down on his plate as he stood up. His eyes constantly locked on Lisa - watching her to see what she would do. Wondering if she would be looking for him, too. Painfully waiting for some eye-contact from across the room. Eye-contact that he worked to get during all of dinner, but constantly escaped his notice.

Jerry took a chance and walked over to her as she finished her dessert. Apparently the men at her sides during dinner were already paired elsewhere. This was a good sign for Jerry. Quietly, he approached her from behind and tapped on her shoulder. "Excuse me. My name is Jerry. Do you come here often?"

Lisa carefully blotted her full lips and looked around to see him standing there with a broad smile on his face. Coyly, Lisa softly spoke, "That pick-up line must be circulating the room. Some other guy named Jerry is using that same line at the reception. How's it working for you, sport?"

The gleam in the corner of her eye told him that she wanted to play. The couples had all left the dining room as the staff cleared the dishes. Jerry and Lisa were alone. Jerry had always spent too much time in his head. He was trying to think ahead, looking for reasons why or why not a good thing could still go wrong. Trying to put another smile on Lisa's face, he reached into his robe and pulled out the green paper alcohol coupon. "I have a drink coupon. Wanna share a cocktail with me?"

Lisa smiled, reached into her pocket and pulled out her green alcohol coupon. "Wanna share one with me, too?"

Jerry was a fan of old movies and couldn't resist quoting the last line from the film, Casablanca. "Lisa, this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

Lisa laughed. "Casablanca! My favorite movie. How did you know?"

Jerry, grinned and held out his hand for hers, palm up to assist her out of her chair as he slid her chair back. It was as if she were a noble lady in the Queen's Court and he were a Prince from the Outta Nowhere Kingdom. As she swung her leg around to stand, he caught a glimpse down her robe. He wasn't specifically looking, but he definitely availed his eyes of her glorious breasts, unbound, pert and full. As she stood, she automatically readjusted her robe for modesty. After all, she wasn't trying to flash him. It just happened.

Still holding her hand, Jerry put her hand through a loop made by his folded arm. She grasped his forearm and slid it up to his bicep muscle. He tensed so that she could feel that he occasionally worked out. Now that it was too late, he wished he had worked out more often. She squeezed him and left her hand there. This was non-verbal communication that for this moment, anyway, they were claiming each other. He wanted more of her; to know more about her and to see more of her luscious breasts again - in full. He wanted to keep their blooming relationship at a higher level, but theme of this resort was sex, after all.

Walking arm in arm into the bar, Jerry asked Lisa if she preferred sitting in a booth or at a table. Lisa responded, "Let's just sit at the bar. I"m not one to put on airs."

"Fair enough." Jerry escorted her to the center of the bar. She was beautiful and she belonged center stage no matter where she was and he wanted to treat her so.

The bartender appeared and welcomed them. At that precise moment, Jerry and Lisa simultaneously produced their green coupons and asked, "What does this buy?" Then laughed.

The bartender took their coupons and mixed their choice of drinks. As he returned, Lisa turned toward Jerry and began their get-to-know-you conversation. As she turned, she propped her foot up on the bottom rung of Jerry's bar stool. Jerry turned and mirrored her with his right foot on her stool as they both reached for their drinks and took a small sip. They could only have one, so they were nursing it slowly to be with each other longer. This was a good sign, as far as Jerry was concerned. As he looked down, he noticed that her leg was bare up to past the knee as the robe separated. She made no effort to cover up. Jerry, had on a pair of black dress pants under his robe. Lisa was obviously more daring and more comfortable with limited clothing.

Jerry wanted to quiz her about the possibility her being his sex therapist, but what if she wasn't? What if she was there for similar reasons as he? He would, once again, shoot himself in the foot, so to speak. Regardless of her motivation to be here, he wanted to get to know her afterward too. They knew the same doctor, so maybe there was a chance later, after the retreat. He still didn't dare bring it up.

The more they talked together, the more they instinctively liked being with each other. The bartender was closing down and they would have to leave the bar, but where could they continue their conversation? Would they have to call it a night? What would happen tomorrow when their own therapists would show up for them?

Tomorrow was tomorrow. Emotionally, Jerry would have to face that challenge when it happened. The longer he and Lisa talked together, the closer they seemed to be. Jerry got the impression that Lisa was thinking about that too.

They had no idea what time their phones would ring in the morning. They decided to walk each other back to their rooms. They walked extremely slow as they hugged each other, step by step. Jerry leaned over and whispered. "I'm in Suite-J. Want to come in for a glass of water?" None of the rooms had stocked refrigerators and nothing was allowed from outside. In that sense, the vacation seemed too restrictive. The idea was to start from the beginning and work up to each couple's potential without drugs, alcohol or non-healthy diets.

Lisa laughed and said, "I'm in Suite-L, just two doors down the hallway, but that I really shouldn't come in. Won't we be breaking a rule or something?" She looked up at Jerry as he looked deeply into her eyes. There was no denying their attractions. "Well, maybe just for a few minutes. We are adults and we paid for this trip. We should have some rights. Don't you think?"  Jerry could only grin wide.

Jerry inserted his key card into the security lock and kicked the door open and held it with his leg. He twisted around, picked up Lisa and carried her over the threshold symbolically and instead of setting her down on the already turned-down bed, he let her down in front of one of the chairs. It would be wrong to presume a sexual connection at this point. He was a romantic and Lisa liked that too.

Jerry was being quite the gentleman and offered her a glass of iced water from the fresh pitcher on the counter. That and a chocolate mint patty from his bed pillow was all he could offer her. He handed her the pillow mint and the glass. "Awww, you gave me your pillow mint. Aren't you sweet?"

Jerry looked at her seriously and knelt at her feet. "It's all I have to offer you."

Lisa could see the earnestness in his eyes. I was all he had and he had given it to her. She put down the mint and the water glass and stood up close to him. She took his face in her hands and kissed him warmly and tenderly - honestly. She pulled back a few inches to gauge his reaction by the look in his eyes. He leaned back into her face and kissed her this time with equal warmth, tenderness and honesty. He began to feel that long-lost feeling and he wanted to keep it going, but he had a secret to tell and it appeared that the time to tell it was near.

Jerry held Lisa at the shoulders and eased her back in the chair. Then, he slid his hands down her arms and held both her hands gingerly in his. "Lisa, I don't think I'll be able to see you anymore after tonight. Dr. Jameson has arranged to have a surrogate sex therapist work with me to overcome my problem. It may be medical, but those tests are all negative. I can't get erections when I'm with a woman. By myself, yes. It's weird, I suppose. I meet wonderful women like you and I can't get it going. It has been a long time and a lot of issues have been resolved already, but this one remains. I can't promise a woman a happy sex life, so either they break-up with me or the relationships just die. So as much as I'd like to make love with you, right here and right now, I just can't chance another failure - especially with you. I have to go through this week and all the therapy that goes with it so I can get past this problem."

"Jerry, I want you too." She reversed her hands and now held Jerry's hands in hers. "When you first walked into the room tonight, I thought I knew immediately, but part of my problem and my reason for being here is that I think all men want me because they think I'm attractive. They all only want sex. They play a role that gets them what they want and then they move on when they've finished with me. I'm tired of letting down my guard only to be let down again. I've built a wall so high that I never thought I'd let anyone in again. I want someone who is real. You've been so polite and a real gentleman with me all night. You've never pressed me, used sexual innuendo in our conversations or attempted to take advantage of the fact that I'm barely dressed here. In fact, I intentionally lured you at the bar exposing my bare leg. I know you looked, but you never attempted to touch, or rub on get aggressive. Then, when you revealed the reason you're here, I could sense that you really were being honest about who you really are. It takes a lot of inner strength as a man to let down your guard like that with a woman."

"Well, I'm stuck. Tomorrow, you'll be with your male therapist and I'll have another woman therapist. I'm sure that knowing that, I would just go crazy jealous where you are concerned. In fact, at first, I thought you were going to be my therapist, when you introduced yourself." Jerry confessed. "The more I talked with you, the more I dismissed that notion.  I'm not sure what to do now. The way I feel right now, without you, I should just leave right now and forfeit the money. I can't do that either because I need this retreat to 'fix myself', as Dr. Jameson says."

"No, I'm not your assigned therapist. I think that is a complement, but I'm not sure yet." Lisa responded. "I came here to overcome my own sexual issues - just like you. Now that I've met you, I don't want a therapist either. How can I concentrate on 'fixing myself', too when all I want now is just to be with you. Isn't that crazy? What do we do? What options do we have at this point?"

Jerry looked seriously into Lisa's eyes. "If we start something together, speaking for myself, it could be emotionally painful to start if the ultimate result will be to stop. In my mind, it could set my therapy back months or years."

"Jerry, I say that we should only worry about tomorrow, when tomorrow comes. Too much of our life is spent planning and worrying about things that could happen tomorrow. We pay dearly for insurance to cover things that could happen; accidents, fires and illnesses. When nothing does happen, we've spent the money and we'll never get it back. That's just life. Between us, we've worried so much about those things in our sexual relationships, too, that we fail to take advantage of our daily gifts. I'm constantly aware that men want only my body and nothing else. I worry that I'll never be good enough to be taken as a whole individual. Here, I find you as a whole and genuine person with a problem with his tomorrows as well. As odd as this may sound, neither of us are skilled or licensed therapists, but we meet here and the doctor tells us to 'fix our-self'. What do you think?"

"Lisa, you make some valid arguments, but I've never solved anything with talk alone. I've learned a lot of theories and read about solutions for other people. I'm here for my own solution, but I feel so close to you, that I'm willing to try. What do you have in mind? Where do we begin?"

Lisa took Jerry by the hands and led him over to the turned-down bed sheets and kissed him as she untied the belt around his robe and slipped it off his shoulders letting it drop to the floor, right where he stood. She unbuttoned his dress shirt, slowly and button by button then slipped it over his broad and muscled shoulders and let it drop. She never took her eyes off of Jerry's eyes. She wasn't being confrontational, just direct. She wanted him and she wanted him to know it was only him that she wanted.

She raised-up on her tip-toes and leaned into him to kiss his lips as she ran her fingers up his back, over his shoulders and down his chest, then back around again to hold on tight pulling him to her as she held her kiss and tasted his tongue. She dug her fingertips into the small of his back and massaged the muscles just above the belt in his dress pants in a deep, circular motion. She broke the kiss and whispered, "Jerry, the time for theories and talking are over. This is the time for us to enjoy. I want you to enjoy it. No matter what you may think or how you feel about anything else, tonight is all there is. There is here and now and that's all."

Jerry wanted to say something, but words were useless now. There was nothing else for him to say. His hands had not been idle as she kissed and caressed his bare skin. He had untied her robe and let it hang open exposing her pale blue panties, firm tummy and luscious breasts. It frustrated him that he couldn't get the robe off her shoulders while she was holding onto him and massaging his lower back. Her hands were now pushed lower under his belt line and she couldn't reach any farther. She reached around and opened his belt and unfastened his trousers just letting them hang on his hips while she reached back around to continue massaging his backbone muscles lower and lower getting closer to his tailbone and the crevasse at the top of his ass cheeks. Jerry began to breathe deeper as the local massage felt really good. Lisa instinctively knew what Jerry needed. It was time.

She slid her hands under the elastic waist and into his boxer briefs squeezing his ass cheeks before sliding his underwear and trousers down his legs in one, slow motion. She felt his tense leg muscles, smelled his musk and brushed his cock softly with her hair just enough for Jerry to feel it before standing up again and holding her arms in such a way that Jerry could remove her robe and drop it on the floor next to his. She took a half step back so Jerry could get a better look. "Do I look good to you, Jerry? Do you think I'm pretty? Sexy? Can I put my arms around you, press my breasts into your chest and kiss you some more?"

Jerry thought it interesting that she should ask permission. In case she didn't know it, she was doing all right. She wasn't asking for his permission for her to make love to him. She was asking Jerry to tell himself that it was all right for her to love him by actually saying, 'yes' - even mentally - to her question. Jerry did say the word, "Yes, Lisa. I want you to but only if you want to." He thought he was giving her a way to back out, but nothing was further from her mind.

Lisa bent down and removed her panties. Before dropping them, she asked, "Jerry, will you hold these for me for a second?" Jerry held out his left hand and Lisa placed the panties there. He looked into her eyes as he raised his hand to his nose about to show his appreciation of her scent. It was slightly perfumed and sweet but her pheromones began to stir the brain cells in his sensory lobe. He took another long sniff and then handed them back to her. Lisa sniffed them too. She wanted to be sure before dropping them into the clothing pile on the floor. She took another step toward Jerry as he stood there admiring her form, her hair, her eyes and virtually worshiping her beauty. She raised again on her toes and pressed her hardening nipples into Jerry's chest as her arms went around to the soft spot in his lower back and repeated her massage as she kissed him again.

Jerry's hands were busy, too. He held her close and pressed her breasts into him feeling her nipples grow harder against his chest. Lisa was shorter than Jerry and her breasts hit a sweet spot where his chest was most sensitive. He lightly ran his hands up and down her spine and back muscles before raising them to reach her shoulders and massage them too. Her skin was smooth and soft. He could hold her and feel her all night - if only he could ... He tried to dismiss that thought. It was never going to do him any good to keep thinking that way. Lisa's lips were getting busier as their combined passions grew and their tongues lashed out, but nothing else on Jerry was growing at the moment.

Lisa increased the pressure in her circular motions on Jerry's backbone muscles and continued lower a half inch at a time. She could feel the tightness there and it needed to relax. She decided that her arms weren't long enough to reach where she wanted to go from where she was. She broke the kiss, then slowly kissed Jerry on the neck then dragged her tongue on his skin to his collar bone before traveling down to his left nipple. Jerry could only reach her shoulders, but was busy stroking the nape of her neck with one hand and attempting to reach her breasts with the other. It wasn't time for that.

Lisa slowly kissed her way down Jerry's tummy and brushed her chin against his cock. Nothing yet. Her hands were busy stroking and squeezing his ass cheeks as she kissed her way down. She was now kneeling at his feet. Her lips were level with his cock. She loosened the grip on his ass cheeks and reached underneath his balls and pressed his thighs from the inside to indicate that he should widen his stance. As he did, she reached around to massage his ass from a different perspective. She took a chance and kissed the head of his cock. Taking her own advice, nothing ventured nothing gained. As she continued rubbing his ass and exploring his crevice with her light touch in the tiny hairs there, she took the head of his cock between her lips and just held it there for a while. She looked up to see if Jerry was watching her. He was and this turned her on even more.

Jerry smiled and closed his eyes. Lisa began to move her pointed tongue around, over, around and around the groove in his cock head without using her hands which were extremely busy with Jerry's ass cheeks. She continued, gaining momentum with her own level excitement. She pulled backwards and her suction on Jerry's cock made a popping sound. She sat back and watched as the veins in his cock began to fill with blood. She let loose of his backside and brought her hands around to his balls. Slowly, she leaned forward and put the middle finger of her left hand in her mouth and coated it with her thick saliva then leaned forward to lick and caress his balls. Her hand went straight for Jerry's asshole and she circled his sphincter muscle with the wet tip of her finger as her tongue licked Jerry's balls and sucked gently.

Using her right hand, she gave his cock a quick jack to judge the level of his hardness. Clearly, he was working on it and she wanted to help him all she could. She leaned even further underneath to lick and suck the area beneath his balls before returning to the base of his cock. Then, she reinserted her finger for more saliva and returned it to his asshole muscle and continued circling slowly - waiting for a sign from Jerry that she had found a sensitive spot. She slowly licked his cock up the underside, then back down the top of it before circling the crown at the tip.  Lisa got a clue about Jerry's sensitivity when he widened his stance allowing her more room underneath. She was on the right track. She took the opportunity to slide her lips slowly down his cock leaving plenty of slippery saliva. As she pulled back, she increased her suction and slowly pulled his cock with her as she did.

Working her hand at his asshole and her other hand tugging gently on his ball sack, her suction on his cock was yet a third level of attack which was sure to keep his mind busy thinking of three things that were feeling good and away from other things which could interfere with his pleasure. Her mouth kept busy and she could feel his cock grow between her lips. As it did, she found that her pussy got wetter and her mouth watered more. Perhaps now was the time, but she didn't want to rush it. She wanted his cock deep inside her, but she had to be sure that he wanted it there. Until he did, they could both lose what they were working toward. Lisa took a chance and wet her finger again and re-positioned her finger as his asshole. As she sucked him harder, she increased the pressure on his asshole and finally the muscle relaxed and allowed her finger to slowly enter forbidden territory.

She felt his cock go slightly limp at the entrance of her finger, but she didn't move her finger until he got used to it being there and kept up her gift of oral love on his cock. Meanwhile, she was getting so hot, but she couldn't do anything to jeopardize this moment. Progress was being made. Slowly, she pressed her finger deeper as she kept up with her mouth and hand work on his cock. It was all she could do. Finally, her entire middle finger was in his ass as far as it would go and she began to gently search for his prostate gland. Using a 'come hither' motion she found his P-Spot when he let out a soft moan aloud. She pulled her lips off his cock and kept a slow rhythm with her hand while she massaged his gland deep inside his ass.

Jerry could hardly speak, but he tried to whisper, "My legs. My knees are getting weak. I think I should lay down."

"Okay," Lisa said. She withdrew her finger so he could sit, but she held onto his cock with the other hand. "If you don't mind, Jerry, I'd like you to roll over on your front side and relax." She let go of his cock.

He laid down and relaxed as Lisa began to massage his toes, feet and calf muscles before working up his thighs and butt muscles. She moved to the top of his head and using her fingernails, massaged his scalp as she would if she were giving him a shampoo. Moving lower, she grabbed the muscles at his collar and squeezed firmly and worked her way across to his shoulders and down his arms. She began again at the top of his back and massaged downward feeling his tensions release as she went lower. He wasn't falling asleep but his eyes were closed and she could sense that he was relaxing. "Are you all right, Jerry? Can I do something else?"

Jerry wasn't sure what she meant, but he trusted her more than anyone he had ever met. He didn't know why, but he said, "Yes. I'm fine. Feeling relaxed." He was really saying yes to himself. Giving himself permission to experience, to feel and to enjoy. Lisa placed her hands on his hips and pulled straight up to indicate to him that his weight should balance on his knees as his face was now in his pillow. She reached in and spread his legs wider as far as they would go. She wet her hands with more saliva and began to massage his perineum pushing forward from his asshole to the base of his ball sack as if pushing the interior part of his penis outward and also pushing more blood in that direction. For even more pressure, she used the heel of her hand and pressed harder. She pulled down and back up on his cock as if milking a cow, while licking his perineum. She had to be careful not to be too violent with his balls.

His cock was getting harder and longer. To her mind, it was damned impressive and she wanted all of it, but she would have to wait. She still had work to do. She knew he could lose his concentration and his hard-on at any time. She had to be sure. She decided to get brave. She had read about this, but she had never tried it. Well, today was a day for firsts. As she continued to pull on Jerry's cock, she leaned forward and began to kiss all around his asshole with her wet lips, leaving wet marks that surely had to feel like something as the wetness evaporated. She then zeroed in on the prize and began a circular motion with the pointed tip of her tongue on his asshole. Jerry let out a low moan and his cock felt harder in her hand. She seemed to be on the right track.

Lisa felt renewed and doubled her efforts. All she wanted at this point was to have Jerry cum with a hard-on. If he could get and keep a hard-on with her, she was sure to get her pussy filled many, many more times in the future. To Lisa, this was an investment and Jerry was worth it to her. She continued to lick and tongue Jerry's asshole while pulling and massaging his hard cock. She pulled back to memorize the scene and decided to take it up a notch. She generously wet her finger again and got ready. As she approached Jerry's asshole again, she pressed her wet finger against it and slowly slipped it inside as she began her tongue work there again.

It was getting difficult for her to keep her balance, but she had to keep Jerry's mind going in different directions and concentrating everywhere it went on the pleasures of his own body. Jerry's breath was becoming more rapid as she continued to pump away with downward strokes at his cock while her other finger was busy stroking his prostate gland and her tongue was circling his sphincter muscle. She could feel his ball sack against her face and sensed it was drawing up in preparation to climax. She wanted him. She wanted to taste him. She wanted him to know that he was acceptable in every way to her and this was how she would prove it to him.

She continued her finger probing and began to lick up and down the underneath side of his cock rapidly and every so often slipping the head of it between her lips and sucking hard. She tasted his salty-sweet precum and knew her wait wouldn't be much longer. She kept her rhythm with his breathing and when she could see his penis begin to pulse, she rolled over on the bed to put her lips on his cock-head as her finger continued to stroke deep inside his ass.

Jerry had stored his most of his seed for several years - only masturbating when he absolutely must. As Jerry began to come, Lisa's mouth was glued to the head of his cock - right where she could catch every drop. She sucked and sucked as he spurted and spurted. One spurt caught her by surprise and she almost gagged while taking a breath, but she cleared her throat and waited for his final bit of seed. She slowly withdrew her finger before sliding out and circled his sphincter another time for good measure from underneath. Pressing gently on Jerry and pushing his bottom back down on the bed as she got up swallowing half his cum and swirling the rest of it around to savor the flavor. It was sweet and not as salty as she thought it might be. Finally, swallowing the rest, she laid down on the bed next to Jerry.

Jerry rolled over on his back. Lisa looked over at her handiwork. Miraculously, he was still hard. Usually, there is a refractory period after an orgasm, but Jerry remained stiff. "How do you feel, Jerry?"

"Lisa, ..." Jerry was at the point of near tears. He had never had such an experience. He had never felt so loved and so accepted by any woman, including his long deceased wife. "You are amazing." There would be plenty of time to talk, but Lisa had an eye on Jerry's hard cock still waving in the breeze. "I just want to hug and be with you. Any words I might say would never be adequate."

"Jerry, mind if I ask you something? Can I ride your flagpole there?" She smiled and she knew she was asking Jerry to ask himself if it was all right to enjoy her vagina. This would be a true test for him, but she felt like if he was still standing now, he had an excellent chance for a recovery.

Jerry just smiled, looking into her eyes deeply. "There was nothing on the planet I'd wanted more." Lisa could see that she had touched him inside as well as physically. Not wanting to waste a moment, she climbed aboard, positioned his cock at her slippery entrance with her fingers and slowly slid herself down, inch by inch, giving him the benefit of her heat a little at a time. When he filled her completely, she sat there and squirmed a little making sure she had every millimeter of his cock within her lips and deep insider her before slowly returning upward. She kept this up going as slowly as she could, maximizing the sensations by squeezing her vaginal muscles on the way up and opening her muscles on the way down. His hardness filled her and she wanted nothing more.

As her own climax began to build, she used her fingers of her left hand to massage her clitoris and her right hand reached around to stroke Jerry's balls as she began to move her bottom faster up and down on Jerry's full length. Jerry's mind was clearly on Cloud-9, but his hands were on Lisa's ass, squeezing, caressing and occasionally spanking her. Lisa loved it all. If Jerry didn't spank her enough, she'd spank herself. Jerry took the hint. It only took once.

Jerry's face was reddened and the muscles in his neck were tensed. Lisa was riding his hard-on like a female bronco-busting rodeo star. As she jammed her pussy down on Jerry's stomach, his pubic bone banged at her clitoris. She let go of everything and grabbed Jerry's shoulders. Jerry grabbed her by the hips as she tried to keep a rhythm that was growing more spasmodic as she neared orgasm. Suddenly, she let out a demonic-sounding guttural sound as her orgasm shook her body, but she wouldn't stop. If Jerry was still hard, she was still riding. Jerry had been holding back, but he couldn't hold it any more. When he saw Lisa's eyes roll back in her head and she slammed that last time down hard on his cock, he exploded for a second time. Lisa fell forward against Jerry but kept his cock just where she wanted it. Jerry put his arms around her, holding her tightly and kissed her forehead until she regained her strength and kissed him properly as they both melted into each other.

Jerry was content and so was Lisa. Jerry was going to be her fix and she would be his fix. Tomorrow, they would deal with the Retreat Officials, but not tonight. Tonight was tonight. Tomorrow is promised to no one, but they both knew it would be there for them and they went into the night knowing the world would be all right again.

Jerry dropped one of his arms across the bed. There, on the far edge of the king-sized bed lay his copy of the Participation Agreement. It was a list or rules which would guide their visit during the Retreat. Rule #1 was that participants were to refrain from touching themselves in any sexual manner until the therapy sessions begin. Jerry laughed as he began to read the rule to Lisa, who was now fast asleep in his arms and didn't hear a word he said.

Today is today and tomorrow may never be. Dr. Jameson told Jerry to attend this Retreat and fix himself. The same doctor told Lisa to fix herself here too. Jerry didn't want to think about all that now. Lisa was here, in bed with him; warm, caring and sexy. There was no paid therapist in the world that could offer more than he already had with Lisa. As his eyes closed and his mind drifted away, the room lights went out automatically and he drifted off into a dream world and hoped he would find Lisa there too, looking for him. Wouldn't that be something?  (Word Count: 8,818)