Someone suggested a thread for erotic stories. Here is a first installment. Feel free to add your own. Another Late Night Another late night at the office is finally over. Sixteen long hours of meetings, intense phone calls, and the pressure of meeting a deadline has taken a toll on me mentally. I board the train and once in my seat, find myself dozing all the way to my stop. I visit the rest room and splash some cold water on my face, which revives me sufficiently for the five-mile drive home. The porch light is on, along with the bedroom light as I pull into the driveway. As I emerge from the car, even the bedroom light goes out, leaving only the glow from the hallway light to shine into the night. The key slides noiselessly into the lock, and I enter to hear the sound of her favorite music faintly playing upstairs. I creep up the steps, not wishing to disturb her or startle her. I often climb the stairs in silence when I return home, especially if it’s late and she’s sleeping. I approach the bedroom door, which is slightly ajar. The music is louder now, and as I come to the door, I can see her lying on the bed in her satin night gown: long and flowing, in various shades of white and ivory. Her long legs are outlined in the fabric as she reclines on the bed. She reaches to her head and slides her barrette from her hair, and her long locks tumble around her shoulders. Her hand comes to rest just below her stately neck. She is unaware of my presence just outside her sanctuary door. Her chest rises and falls with her breathing as she seems to sink into the soft mattress, beginning to unwind and relax. I reach for the knob to enter the room, but stop when I see her other hand slide from her side to her tummy. Long fingers lightly caress the satin fabric into her skin. For a woman of 35, having had two children seemed to have no lasting effect on her beauty. She had no baby fat, but had worked long and hard to restore her looks. She was a vision reclining on the soft, dark sheets in her satin. Both hands begin to slide effortlessly on the fabric she wears: The one on her stomach making large, slow circles, the one below her neck tracing a line between her ample breasts. Her eyes, closed lightly, only flitter a little in the soft light. She moves her hands in time with the rhythm to the music…the slow jazz selection she had made purposely for relaxation. She starts to outline her breasts with her fingers, slowly – first one, then the other. She brings the other hand to circle one, while the other does its mate. Her nipples begin to respond to the gentle caress, and they begin to harden under the cool fabric. The circles begin to get smaller as her fingers get closer and closer to her areola, still hidden by the night gown. The outline of each nipple clearly visible now become the objects of her manipulation as she gently places them between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. As she does, her breath catches, and she lets go with a short half-gasp, half sigh that tells me that she is enjoying the moment. The first noise from her voice is a soft whisper, “Mmmm, yes.” Then, “Mmmm...” again, this time a little louder. She flutters open her eyes to see her reflection in the mirrors on the ceiling that she had requested I install a few years ago. When I installed them, I never expected to see her watching herself playing alone. She cupped each heavy breast individually, feeling the mass move as she slid it toward her head and back down ever so slightly, her thumb and fore finger never leaving her nipples. “Do you like how they feel?” she whispered, and without hesitating, she responded, “Oh yes, my love,” as if I answered her. “Then enjoy them, Darling.” “I am!” came the reply. Her legs begin to move as she continues the breast play. One knee bends up as she slides her toes along the calf of the other leg. She moves slowly and deliberately. Her fingers begin to knead the globes of her breasts softly. One hand slides up and unbuttons the one near her neck and returns to its place as if it were tied by an elastic band. After a few minutes, she breathes, “It’s time for another,” and she slides her hand to the next button in succession. Each button exposes more of her tanned flesh, as she restrains herself from sliding her fingers inside the night gown, choosing to prolong the inevitable touch of skin against skin. Every few minutes, her fingers alternate between her nipples and the buttons on her gown until it is open to the waist and she can no longer resist the urge to touch her large aerola. The soft, brown areas succumb to her touch, to which she adds some moisture from her tongue by inserting a finger from each hand into her mouth then trailing a little, glistening string of saliva from her lips to her now glistening nipples. Watching in the mirror, she lifts her head and pulls each heavy breast to her mouth as she begins to suck on each one softly. Her legs continue to move as she pleases herself orally. I stand in awe of her beauty, only just aware of the pressure of my growing erection in my pants. My hand grips it through the fabric as I watch her tongue her nipples and sigh, “Harder, my love.” I instinctively slide my finger below the head and press harder, but then I realize she is talking about her imaginary lover sucking on her nipple and wants it to be more intense. I relax the grip on myself. Her assault on her own nipples continues for a long minute or two when I notice that her leg movements have begun to work her nightgown higher on her legs. The slender appendages now exposed more and more, gleam in the soft light. She lifts her bottom off the bed slightly, and pulls the satin higher with her hands until it is bunched just above her knees, which are both bent, now, and have slightly opened. She opens her legs more, and then places her hands between her legs at her crotch, forcing the slippery fabric between her thighs, and then she closes her legs after she removes her hands. The outline of her legs are quite evident, now, her hands, now at her waist, grip the satin and she begins to pull up on the fabric. It reminds me of when she showed me once how she took a silk scarf and placed it in a bunch between her legs, then closed her legs on it, and by pulling the scarf up, was able to bring herself to an orgasm by repeating the process over and over. I realize that she is replaying it using the nightgown fabric. But then she flattens the fabric against her pubic mound and slides that fabric into her soft folds with a finger that begins to move up and down until the white fabric begins to darken from being saturated with her juices. “That’s it, my love, push it into me,” she says as her finger slides fabric deeper and deeper into her. The flowing fabric begins to disappear into her as she crams more and more of it into her. When it reaches full capacity, she pulls the fabric back out, and then repeats the process again and again. Her legs are spread wide on the bed, and she forms the fabric into a soft tube which she guides against her pussy lips. She slides it up and down against her clit as she spreads her lips apart. Her breasts rise and fall more rapidly at this point, and I can sense her impending climax is nearing. “Rub that big cock on my clit – harder, harder, faster, mmmmmmmmmore, I ‘m going to cummmmmmmm.” My erection fills my pants as I watch her writhe in ecstasy on the bed, her legs spread open, her night gown a sopping mess, and the sheets in disarray. I unzip my pants and let them fall silently to the floor around my ankles along with my boxers. I step out of them, and begin to stroke myself, amazed that I was able to restrain myself this long. Pre-cum lubricating my fingers causes me to erupt with long strings of cum into my hand very quickly. I compose myself and creep back downstairs, and only return after cleaning up in the basement bathroom. I climb the stairs after 15 minutes. As I enter our bedroom, she, too has cleaned up the room and herself and greets me with a wide smile and tells me how much she has missed me. “I know, I’ve thought about you a lot, too,” I say…and I kiss her.
Beach Cousins When I was 16, my family went to the beach for vacation, and I complained that I would have no one to be with and would be bored out of my head, so they asked my 18 y/o cousin, Sheila, fresh out of her first year of college, to go with us. We had grown up together, and had kissed before, usually during sleepovers. You know how girls will talk and kiss and giggle. Well, we were fairly typical from what I can gather. Sheila was really attractive, with a body to kill for. She was tall, with large (36D) breasts, and a body so well proportioned that turned heads of all. My family had a station wagon at the time, and during the trip, the two of us were in the back facing away from everyone else, so we were pretty much on our own on the trip down and Sheila and I had a blast as she told me about her first year of college. We laughed and held hands, and she told me that she had to tell me about what she had been up to all year long. She whispered to me that she had gone further with her roommate, than the kissing that we had done. She was whispering so no one else but I could hear her, and her warm breath on my neck was driving me crazy for a while, and we slumped down and kissed some, then I fell asleep in her arms. I awoke with Sheila's arm across my tummy but working its way upwards toward my breasts. I feigned sleep for just a little longer as I waited to see what she would do as it was obvious that she was awake. I was wearing a tank top, and her hand came to rest on my right breast. Then she began to circle my nipple and I instantly became aroused. She worked it gently then slid her hand back down and under my top. When she got to my bra, she again found my nipple through the padding and was turning me on again which was obvious from my breathing. She slid her hand under my bra just as my dad decided to stop for lunch, so she really did not do anything more. We both "awoke" on cue and went into the restaurant, which ended that rather exciting moment, other than the looks she was giving me. I was blushing some, but smiling lots as we ate dinner. The rest of the trip in the car was uneventful. When we got to our hotel, we got our own room together and changed into our suits, ready for the beach. She came out in this killer bikini, which made my eyes bulge out, as she had really matured physically in the year away from home. I still felt like a schoolgirl, and when I told her, she said I was adorable and left it like that. We went down to the beach to sunbathe, and when we got too hot in the sun we would splash in the surf together, laughing, and could see people watching our every move. So, for more privacy, we ventured pretty far out. At one point, the surf pulled us close together, and her hand brushed my crotch. She turned to me and smiled. She did not take her hand away, though, and I did not want her to. Her other hand found my nipple and she began to rub me through the fabric. Being concealed by the water, no one could see. This, she said, was some of what she had been doing at school. I became intrigued as well as turned on. She slid the fabric of my bikini bottom aside and began to rub my pubic hair, searching for my slit. When she did, she instinctively found my clit. I instantly became aroused and began to touch her breasts like she was doing mine. She moaned and said, "thats right." I had masturbated before, and it usually took me along time to cum. But this was really different. I was getting turned on very quickly. I felt myself humping her hand as she gave me my first orgasm that I had not administered. It felt so good! I had begun rubbing her crotch through her suit, but she pulled it aside, and my fingers found a swollen, very slippery clit. She told me to slide my finger into her pussy, and when I did, she convulsed into an orgasm. We got back out to continue to sunbathe after we had straightened out suits. She told me there would be more fun tonight. I wondered what she meant, but was sure I would enjoy it. We went for a swim in the pool at our hotel after dinner, and laughed and played with some of the boys there, who were drawn to us like bees to honey. We had a blast, but Dad called us back up to the room and told us to get some sleep (I think he was trying to protect us from what he considered the piranhas at the pool). After putting up a brief fight, we both told him that we were sleepy anyway, and appeared to go grudgingly to our room like he asked. When we got back to our room, I said I was going to shower, so I removed my suit, with Sheila watching. She smiled as she eyed my body from top to bottom. While in the shower, I heard my Dad knock on our door and asked if we were ok. Sheila said that we were in good shape, so after he told us to go right to sleep, he left. After he left, I heard Sheila open the door to the bathroom, and she asked if there was anything I needed, or if she could wash my back. I said sure, and she stepped into the shower with me. She lathered up her hands, and not the washcloth, and proceeded to soap my back. It felt so good to be touched so softly by another girl. She began to work the lather toward my sides, then around to my front. My nipples were so hard when she got to them. She began to kiss my neck, and it was not long before she had my knees buckling just from kissing me and massaging my body. I turned and began to kiss and touch her with the water pouring all over us. I had never been so aroused before. She turned off the water before we were totally wrinkled and grabbed a towel to dry me off with. She took great care in dabbing off the water from my breasts, kissing them. She knelt down and began to dry of my lower body, when she began to kiss my tummy. She was moving her head lower, but looked up at my eyes from time to time. She kissed my pubic mound as she dried my legs, and I about came from the thought of a girl kissing me there. She stood up and I dried her off, kissing her like she had done me. We stepped out of the shower and continued to kiss. We kissed into the bedroom, and the air conditioning had my nipples and hers so very hard. I asked her to show me what she learned at school that year, and she said she would show me as she lowered the covers on the bed. She sat me down, and began to kiss me again, with me sitting on the side of the bed. She was kneeling in between my legs on the floor. She laid me back, and began to kiss my legs, up one and down the other. I was getting extremely wet as she passed by my pubic area time after time but without much touching or kissing there. Finally, she began to kiss my outer lips and to spread them with her fingers. She slowly, slowly licked my slit, starting with her tongue actually in my hole, completely up over my waiting bud. One more lick and I exploded. She buried her face in my pussy, and her tongue darted in and out of my hole, prolonging my orgasm. She lapped up every drop out of me, which took some time, making me cum again. She climbed onto the bed, and we held each other for a long time, kissing. I tasted myself on her tongue, and though I had tasted my juices before, it was different tasting it in her mouth. I began to wonder what she tasted like, and started to work my way down her body, stopping at her beautiful, engorged breasts. Her legs were spread wide apart when my tongue, which had traced a wet line down her tummy, came to rest atop her slit. I was hesitant, but her soft moans almost propelled me to satisfy her as she had me. I flicked over her clit again and again. She told me to suck it. I had never sucked or been sucked before, but I did what she told me. I slid two fingers into her now wet vagina, and she came within seconds. I slid my mouth lower, and got a mouth full of her cum which was oozing out of her vagina. I lapped it up like a thirsty puppy, and then she pulled me to her mouth where she tasted herself. We held and kissed for what seemed like an hour and fell asleep in each other's arms. For the rest of the week, we explored and pleased each other every chance we got, in the ocean, in the shower, and certainly in the bed. We always were close cousins, but we were inseparable after this week at the beach.
Morning Delight I'm right behind you as you walk into the employee lounge to start your morning. I smell your freshly showered scent, and breath in deeply behind you and murmur ever so slightly "hm smells good". I see you turn your head and you know I'm talking to you. Even more quietly I add "nice ass". As you approach the fridge, you bend to place your lunch sack inside, and I slide my hand across your ass, slightly between your legs, very discretely so the others in the lounge don't see it. I hear you clear your throat. As I pass back by, you ask me when I take break. I ponder and say "very soon". In my office as I put a few things away, you walk slowly by and wiggle your finger to have me follow you. I drop my eyelids a little so you know I will and I see movement as your cock grows. In the hallway, I'm not sure which way you went and as I near a corner you reach out, grab my arm, and pull me into a meeting room. Quickly you close the door and push me up against it while locking the knob all at the same time. Immediately you hoist up my skirt and pull down my panties, lift up one leg around your waist, and insert your raging cock all the way into me. It's fantastic! "Oh fuck" I say and you do a full hard thrust into me again. My hand come up to your shoulders so I can lift myself up to give you more room to move up and down, in and out of me. It's slow and hard, and every thrust is intense. You kiss me deep and run your lips down my neck to my tits and back to my lips. Your hips are moving slower and I'm getting very wet. You work your cock head in short thrusts at the opening and my juices are running. You pull out and stroke yourself while you finger me. Soon you cum in waves and there is sweat glistening all over you. Then you take your very hard cock and thrust it into me again. You pump hard and fast with your arm and hand all the way around my leg and ass so that you can feel my pussy from behind. Pumping steady and hard, I am close..... so close. It's delightful and I start to groan loudly. You cover my mouth with your hand and suck at my neck and keep your cock hitting my g spot until I'm in a frenzy. I cum with spasms and weakness. You hold me while my knees buckle. I slowly catch my breath, and you give me a long kiss and a twinkle in your eye. We straighten our clothes, and I tell you "see you at lunch".
The First Encounter The arrangements had been made a week or so before the big day. They had met on line in a chat room devoted specifically to masturbation and they soon discovered that they lived in small towns separated by 38 miles. When she told him where she lived, his heart skipped a beat, and when she said yes to a discrete meeting at a small motel roughly half way between, his thoughts went crazy. They set up the ground rules, including being honest with each other, especially about other relationships they might be in, their ages, and what they expected from the meeting. They both had recently broken up with others, and neither wanted any semblance of commitment at this time…strictly “no strings.” Therefore, he was surprised at the way he jumped up from the bed after a restless night in anticipation of this tryst. He almost felt like a schoolboy again. He packed his clothes and put together some special effects for the night – candles, some good wine, and he made sure he had some good tunes on his phone to set the mood. He found himself counting the hours and minutes until it was time to leave, amazed that he might fall for this woman regardless of the rules. Marissa had similar thoughts as she prepared for him. She found her mind wandering from her job the day before as she pictured him as she had seen him on her web cam. His dark complexion, rocky features, and killer smile were etched in her memory. She had been pleasantly surprised when he first appeared on the monitor. She had dated handsome men before, but Tom stood out as perhaps the most attractive man she had ever agreed to meet. She often told herself that men that good looking probably had some other character flaws and usually dismissed thoughts of dating them as a result. She hoped that her thoughts were mistaken in Tom’s case. Marissa was, herself, a pretty woman with long blonde hair that reached her waist, and she took good care of her body. She managed to stay active despite a demanding job that required long hours. But the work week was over, and she, too, was on her way, a small tote in the back seat plus her makeup kit. She really had little need for makeup, as her natural beauty showed constantly. She was one of those lucky women who looked good even when she rose most mornings. She pulled into the parking lot, and spotted the car he had described, so she parked next to him. He got out, and they smiled and greeted each other with a small hug. He had already checked in, and so they walked hand in hand through the lobby and to the dining room where they enjoyed a light lunch and a beer. They found themselves laughing and enjoying the other’s company, and often they brushed and held each other’s hands. They made their way from the dining room to their suite, laughing and teasing each other. They seemed to be very comfortable with each other. He opened the door and let her in the room. He had lit the candles previously and had to only plug in his phone and the soft tones began to provide a soothing background in the dimly-lit room. She sat on the bed in her skirt and kicked off one shoe, then the other. He sat on the chair next to the bed, and they discussed the evening they met online, and how this evening was not unlike it in how they seemed to click. Marissa said, “Remember how it started, with you watching me unbutton my blouse?” as she lightly touched the buttons on her dress. As she did, the top button slid open. “Yes, I remembered, because I did the same thing,” Tom recalled, and he unbuttoned his first one. “This is comfortable,” Marissa said, “and I wondered how we would begin things.” She slid her fingers to the second button, then the third. Tom took his cue from Marissa, matching each of her movements. His chest could be seen in the flickering candle light after his shirt was open, rising and falling as he watched her intently. She stood and allowed her dress to slide to the floor, and she stood in there in her panties and bra. Her large breasts were lovely. He manipulated his belt, and then his zipper and soon, he too, stood there in his underwear. His erection could be seen as an outline forming a bulge. Marissa’s fingertips grazed her tummy, and then made looping circles around her breasts until her fingers caught the shoulder straps and she slid them down and they hung around her upper arms. She slid her hand to her panties and her right hand traced out her slit through the thin fabric. All the while, she kept her eyes glued to his crotch. She smiled as she saw his erection jump when her finger slid between her legs. Tom adjusted his shorts so he could free up his growing manhood. As he did, his fingers grazed the most sensitive spot just below the head, and he let out a small, muffled moan. She sat on the bed and reached the front closure on her bra. One moment they were clothed, the next they swung free as she dropped the bra to the bed. She instinctively closed her eyes for a moment as her fingers touched the smooth skin of her areola. Her touch caused her nipple to grow and protrude. She opened her eye to see him slide his boxers to the floor. She marveled again at the size of his erection – eight and a half inches, she guessed. He stood there with one hand around the shaft, the other supporting his balls…his trimmed pubic hair made him look even darker than his complexion would indicate. She continued to circle her breasts as he began to slowly stroke himself. She stood again, and slid her panties to the floor, then sat cross-legged with her back against the headboard. In the candle light, Tom could not yet see that Marissa was wet, although she could feel dampness starting as she sat back on the bed. Tom moved around to the other side of the bed and he, too, sat down. “You are even more beautiful in person,” Tom smiled as he leaned close to Marissa. Her hands were now between her legs, and her fingers were spreading her labia apart to give access to her clitoris. Tom kissed Marissa, and their tongues began to battle passionately. It was all they could do to not reach for the other person as they both continued to masturbate as they had seen each other do in a private session on the internet site. “I love to watch you stroke yourself,” she said as their lips parted. He could hear that her juices were lubricating her well, as she circled her clit more vigorously now. In the dim light, Marissa saw a small bead of pre-cum form on the head of his cock. They kissed again, and he kissed his way to her ear and began to nibble on her neck. “That drives me crazy, you know?” she breathed in his ear. He felt Marissa bend forward slightly and when he looked down, he saw first one finger, then another slowly disappear into her now drippy pussy. Her thumb slid against her clit as she began to slide the two digits in and out of herself slowly, as if to prolong the feeling of being filled. Tom heard Marissa begin to verbalize her pleasure, which made Tom fight to stroke himself harder, knowing that the noises she was making would drive him over the edge far too soon. Still, Tom found himself grunting some as he continued his slow stroking. Marissa thought to herself, “He seems to have grown larger; as she watched his hands slide up and down in a continual assault on his manhood. She licked her lips, and she, too, fought the urge to wrap her lips around the head, then to engulf him and take the burden of work from his hands. Instead, she found his lips with hers. As his tongue slid into her mouth, she instinctively began to suck on it, even moving her head up and down on it, as if she were sucking his cock. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth as he heard her begin to whimper and moan, moan and whimper, and he felt her legs begin to tremble against his. Her orgasm was beginning. She arched her back against the headboard and began a low, almost guttural sound that began in her belly as large waves of pleasure washed over her and over her. She fell against him in utter ecstasy, with perhaps the largest climax of her life. The head of his cock was now covered in pre-cum, and as he stroked his erection, his fingers began to drag the moisture down the shaft. He could feel himself getting closer and closer. He fought the necessity to cum, trying in vain to hold off the inevitable explosion. He erupted in long strands of semen that shot into the air and landed on them both, one after another in rapid succession. He continued to stroke until the ejaculation stopped. She was much too sensitive to continue to touch her clit. They embraced and kissed for a long time. His erection subsided, but still remained semi-hard for what seemed like an eternity to her. In the next several hours, they would not repeat the same events. Instead, they made love over and over, resting between sessions, falling asleep in each other’s arms, and when they awoke in the morning, they made love again. They began to meet often at the same motel after that first weekend…and each time got better and better, unbelievably. They often spoke of the first meeting and the passionate way they began.
Desperate Two months…for two months, I had no sex after my girlfriend and I split. To say I was desperate is an understatement. We had been together for four years, and although we had separated as friends, I missed her like crazy. Masturbation can only take a man so far, especially when one is used to almost daily love making. Lack of nookie had created a huge hole in my life, and so I began to look where I almost never did…in personal ads on a local website. I knew I would be taking a chance. I knew I was opening myself up to potential diseases and being hurt again and the whole enchilada. But, I told myself, I was truly desperate. I did a lot of thinking about the ad before I placed it. First, I only wanted what every red-blooded male wants – SEX. Second, It had to be safe, regardless of the circumstances. I figured I would wear two, maybe three condoms if I had to (I jokingly told myself). Third, I did not want to appear desperate, although I was. I posted the following ad: “White male looking for female for mutual self-satisfaction” plus the usual info one sees in such an ad. I got a few spam responses as I anticipated, but I got one response that had potential. I replied back, and after a few emails, we agreed to meet at a public place where we both felt safe. I arrived early, and sat in the booth at the local bar, and then she walked in and gave me a smile and joined me. She had a killer smile. I’m in my mid 40’s and she appeared to be about ten years my junior. I’m no Ken, and she was no Barbie. But, we’re both in decent shape and neither is hard on the eyes, so, upon first blush, the potential was still there. We both had a drink and told each other how nervous we both were to meet up under these circumstances. I don’t believe either of us had done anything like this before. She had just gone through an amicable dissolution of her 14-year marriage, and with no kids, finally felt free enough to venture out into the dating world. We had no mutual friends, although she new someone who knew someone I worked with. After some small chit chat, we both agreed to go to a hotel in the small village about 5 miles away. We both seemed somewhat guarded, although the chit chat had helped. She followed me to the hotel, and I checked in and came out to get her. We walked to the room and once inside, we both let our guard down a bit more. She breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m so glad you’re not a big scary guy who might hurt me. Still, I’m not ready to do the whole relationship thing.” She said as she took off her coat. I had carried mine in, and set it on the chair in the room. I turned to her and massaged her shoulders. “That feels so good,” she sighed. I fancied myself an expert at giving a decent massage, even without any formal training. I just knew what felt good to me, and I did the same things, albeit not nearly as deep as I liked. She began to melt in my hands, and I had her lay on the bed in a supine position with her head just over the edge. I slid my hands under her shoulders and allowed the weight of her body to provide the pressure on her muscles using only my finger tips, the way a real therapist does. I concentrated on relaxing her. I thought she was nearly asleep at one point until I saw her hand begin to move slowly across her tummy. It was joined by her other hand. She slid the first hand higher and allowed it to come to rest on her chest, between her breasts, accentuating their shape. I became mesmerized watching her hands move over her body. Her fingers found the button on her blouse. Soon it was unbuttoned. Her other hand had slid under her blouse and now was touching her skin, which was visible since her blouse had ridden up to expose her navel. Her fingers never stopped moving, and soon another button, then another were undone. Her white lace bra was now visible. My massage became lighter and lighter during this time, and she didn’t seem to mind. She opened her eyes and looked into mine. I leaned to kiss her softly. She opened her mouth to accept my tongue with the second kiss as she continued to open her last buttons. Her blouse fell open, and I could see her nipples through the white lace. Her fingers grasped the closure on her bra, and it fell open, her tits still covered for the most part. I began to unbutton my shirt, too, and saw her nod in approval. My shirt slid to the chair and I saw her slide her hand to the waist band of her jeans. Her eyes were on mine as she inched her hnd into her pants, ever so slowly. Her breathing became a bit heavier, as did mine. I slowly stood over her, and pulled on my belt until it came undone. I felt my erection straining to be released. She slid her hand further down into her pants. I unzipped my pants and let them fall to the ground. I stood there in my boxers, with a small wet spot beginning to show through the fabric that was obviously being stretched out in front of me. I watched as she fumbled with the button on her jeans, keeping on hand inside. My cock jumped as I heard the zipper of her jeans. Still she kept her pants on, only having given her other hand more access to slide lower in her panties. Her fingers could be clearly seen under the fabric of her panties, moving up and down. Her eyes only left mine to look at my shorts, and I began to touch myself over the fabric. This seemed to please her, as she flashed that killer smile and spread her legs just a little. She moved her hand that had been tracing circles around her nipples up to reach for my cock. I moved my hands to give her access, and she slid her fingers into the hole in my boxers, and she wrapped her fingers around my cock. Her small hand could barely encircle it. She guided the head out of the hole and began to stroke me. “Take them off, please.” were her next words. She moved her hand and I slid my boxers down to the floor. She reached up again and wrapped her fingers around me again. She had begun to moan with her fingers finding the sweet spot between her legs. Then she said, “Come here.” She guided my cock toward her lips. As it got close, she extended her tongue and licked the pre-cum from the tip and only said, Mmmm.” She took the head into her lips and slowly slid me into her mouth. I extended my arms to her waist and slid her jeans and panties down in one motion. I began to kiss her tummy and around her arm extended across it. Her fingers were still sliding up and down across her clit as m mouth began to get closer and closer to her fingers. As I got closer she began to moan louder. I could smell her pussy and could hear the wetness as she moved her fingers. My tongue zeroed in on her middle finger, which was planted firmly atop her clit. I began to lick her middle finger moving closer and closer to her love button. She tensed up and moaned softly at first , with it becoming louder, and she moved her hand and put it atop my head. She arched her back and my tongue found her clit as she exploded in orgasm. She held my head in place as she came, bucking into my face. I tried to hold back as she came but it was too much. I grunted once, then twice, and then I felt my cock twitch in her mouth as I came. She swallowed, and swallowed, missing only one small drop which she collected with one finger and returned it to her mouth. I walked around the bed, removed her pants and panties and dropped them to the floor, and slid between her legs. My semi-hard cock began to probe for her pussy, and she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in when I was in place. It didn’t take long and her slippery canal worked its magic and I was hard again. We made love for nearly an hour by my estimate until I came again. She had at least four more orgasms in the hour, with the last being the most intense of all and it pulled me over the edge. We spend several more hours holding each other and enjoying each other. It was the most intimate I’ve been with anyone and began a relationship that I could not have imagined possible in my current situation. We’re still together after nearly 9 years, with the last 5 as a married couple.
Christmas Rush We decided to go out shopping after midnight on Black Friday. We knew to expect crowds but nothing prepared us for the throngs of bargain hunters. As it turned out, we were the fifth and sixth in line, which just got us in the door into the vestibule to a large shopping mall. We were amazed that we were lucky enough to be out of the weather. It was cold and rainy on this Friday morning after Thanksgiving. Having a two-hour wait for the inner doors to open didn't bother us too much since we were inside. However, as the time wore on and the weather got worse, the crowd began to push in on us until we were packed in like sardines. My wife and I had never even gotten home from dinner on Thursday, instead, we had come from our family get together, still dressed for the party, with me in a nice holiday sweater and she in a mini skirt. She had a long coat over her outfit to keep her warm. The crowded vestibule pressed us closer and closer together, with the bodies of other people crushing in on us. At one point, we were facing each other, and realized that everyone around us was facing away from us. Its amazing that two people can be alone in the midst of a crowd like that. My wife is tall, just under 6 ft. I'm 6 ft, so our frames match well. As the crowd kept us pressed together, I could feel her 38 D tits press against my chest, even through her coat and mine, and after a while, it began to feel really good. I whispered in her ear how good she felt, so she began to accentuate the feeling by grabbing me around the waist and pressing in harder. She had one of her legs situated between my legs, and she pressed her thigh against my crotch, which got the usual reaction. As I began to grow, she looked at me with a devilish grin and whispered for me to see if we could get away with a little more. She took my arm and pulled it against her so my hand was near the bottom of her skirt. I extended my fingers and felt the hem of her skirt, and in a moment I curled my fingers so they slid below the bottom of the skirt. I moved my hand closer to her, and felt for fabric, only to be met with bare skin. She had no panties on! My heart skipped a beat. I found her slit a bit damp, and when I felt her clit, she bit her lower lip. I knew that she was ready for me to work it the way she liked. I slowly slid my finger tip up and down along the length of her clit. She responded by spreading her legs as far as she could given the press of the crowd. No one seemed to notice that I had my finger buried in my wife's muff, and that she was as turned on as she was. She begain to press against my hand, still holding my arm against her. "That's it, press harder" she said in a whisper as she moved her lips next to my ear. "I'm getting close" she breathed. I was always surprised that she could orgasm on the spur of the moment anytime she wanted. Still, I was surprised that she was ready so quickly. I could feel her getting wetter, seemingly by the minute, and i did not let up from taking long strokes against her wetness. She positioned her face directly in front of mine, and as she got more and more excited, I could see the desire in her eyes. Her breathing began to shallow and quicken, and she pressed her lips against mine, much harder than usual in a desperate attempt to quiet herself. All at once, she shuddered and came and her legs began to shake. I kept up my relentless attack on her clit until I felt her pull my arm away and I knew she was way to sensitive for me to continue. My hand was drenched in her juices. An unmistakeable aroma began to rise to my nose. She was nearly out of breath, but quickly began to recover as the crowd gave a cheer when the inner front door to the mall opened and the crowd poured into the hallway leading to the stores. We were swept along by the wave of people and we ducked into the first store and quickly got out of the way. People rushed past us on their way to buy some advertised bargain, oblivious to us. We didn't care, just held onto each other to keep from being c run over. We found our sale and checked out. We laughed when the clerk asked if we would fill out a questionnaire about how we enjoyed our shopping experience. We gave rave reviews.
