Between Jobs

T and I only managed to find about 45 minutes to meet yesterday.  You'd think it would be easier to make time to meet, but sometimes it just doesn't work out that way.

I was hoping to connect with him around noon after a meeting and spend the afternoon together. Unfortunately, the time he had available after he finished up a job in the morning evaporated when he learned he had another job to get to in the afternoon.

Sure I was disappointed, but I wanted to see him anyway, so we decided to meet for a few minutes. I drove into a parking lot shared by a Carl's Jr and a grocery store in the town next to mine. It didn't take long to find his car where he was sitting and reading the paper, shaded by a big tree.

I pulled up next to him and parked.  We both got out of our vehicles and walked to greet each other.

He smiled and said, "A van, huh?"

I was a little confused.  All I was thinking about was kissing him, but he was one step ahead of me.  I had driven the family van that day, instead of my teeny tiny Civic because I had to pick up a colleague at the airport earlier in the day.

"Yes," I answered. "I have the van today."  Then I took his face in my hands and kissed him. Yes, right there out in the open in front of all the shoppers and lunch-goers. T slid his arms around me and kissed me again, deeper and more passionately.

After about 30 second of kissing, we decided to get in the van.  We sat in the front seat first and got back to kissing.  In between kisses, we chatted a bit and I caught myself staring at him and smiling. He had a couple of days worth of stubble (which I love!) and his hair was a bit mussed.  He was a man who had been working, and from my perspective, there aren't many things hotter than that.  Sure, I like a man in uniform or a tux, but I'll take one who looked exactly like T did yesterday afternoon over the others any day.

And it doesn't hurt that my heart melts when he smiles a me, something that still catches me off-guard after all this time.

After a couple of minutes, T suggested that we move to the back seat. We each got out and opened the sliding door on our respective sides. Then we put down the middle row of seats and climbed into the back. I noticed a man in a white truck parked in the row behind us.  He was watching.  I blushed a little because I knew what we were doing would be pretty obvious to anyone who was watching. I pointed him out to T who dismissed it by noting that the windows were tinted so he shouldn't be able to see.

The side windows are definitely tinted and didn't worry me at all, but the back window - not so much.  Actually, I couldn't remember how much the back window was tinted and I couldn't tell from the inside. We sat down on the back seat and I looked back.  There was White Truck, staring at me.

I started to get even more nervous, but then T wrapped his arms around me and started to kiss me and I didn't give a damn about White Truck anymore.

We made out like kids for a while, in the middle of the day in the back of Hubby's van. Did I mention that?  The van is the vehicle that Hubby drives every day, but yesterday it was our hotel room.

I was lost in his kisses when I felt him reaching into my pants and sliding his hand down between my legs. He rubbed my clit slowly while I rocked my hips and moaned into his mouth. I came quickly the first time.  He slid a couple of fingers inside me and I bucked against his hand as I let the orgasm play out.

As is T's style, he didn't stop once I had come, but he kept going, changing things up a little but grabbing some of the remaining energy from my first orgasm to start the journey to orgasm #2. I don't even try to resist anymore. I know he's going to make me keep coming until he's ready to stop.  My job is to go with it, so I did.  The second one was much more intense. As I started to let go, I put my head back and T kissed and sucked on my neck. I screamed and opened my eyes briefly, just enough to see White Truck staring right at us. It seemed like he could see, but maybe not. I didn't really care.

After orgasm #2 I was whimpering and wiggling a little, trying to escape some of the intensity I was feeling as T's fingers continued to work their magic. In no time at all, though, as usual, I was coming again, this time looking directly into his eyes. He smiled, and my heart melted right along with the rest of me.

I know he can keep that going for a long, long time because I've experienced that with him before, but were short on time so he stopped after he'd given me three. I snuggled against him purring, and he kissed me deeply. It felt like nap time to me.

But there was more to do. I asked him if I could have a taste.  He agreed, but he looked around nervously as he unfastened his pants, talking about the tinted windows again.  I glanced back and saw White Truck, as focused as ever.

T scooted over to the end of the seat and I knelt/squatted/sat between the second and third row of seats so I could easily access his gift for me. There was no time to play and tease, so I got down to business.  I took him into my mouth slowly, sucking off some precum and increasing the speed and tightness over the next minute or so. I felt his hand on my shoulder and he pulled on my hair a little bit, but not much. He came soon, but it didn't seem very intense.  I figured he was just uncomfortable being in public like that.

We talked and kissed a little while more.  Then I asked, "Can I have some more?"  I looked down at his cock and then back at his face.

What's a guy supposed to say in that situation?  T said, "Sure," giving me access again, Then he added, "I know you know how to raise the dead."  And I did.

I knew he was more into it the second time because he grabbed my hair tightly and pumped my head up and down exactly as he wanted. I could hear him breathing harder and moaning, and then he pushed and held me down on him and groaned wildly when he came.

As his cum was spurting into my mouth, I thought, That's my T. :-)  If I could have smiled at that moment, I would have, but I couldn't do anything except swallow and wait. It was delightful.

I sat next to him again and we kissed for a few minutes more before realizing that he really had to go.  We stayed longer than we had planned as it was.

As we climbed out of the van I saw White Truck still in the same place and he was still watching. Great, I thought sarcastically.  An audience that won't leave.

We put the van back in the condition it was in before we played.  We double and triple checked to be sure that T had everything he came with, like his keys and his sunglasses. Nothing could be left behind because Hubby would be driving that vehicle within an hour and he notices things.

Before he got back into his car, T gave me a hug and another nice, deep kiss. He got into the car and I saw White Truck get out of his car. I scurried to get into the van, and then I noticed that he was just getting something from the back of the truck before getting back in the driver's seat and driving away. Apparently, there was nothing left for him to see.

As I headed home, I drove with the windows down for a few minutes to make sure the van smelled as fresh as it did when I left the house in the morning.

International Day of the Female Orgasm

I'm not making it up, folks.  Today is International Day of the Female Orgasm. The Brazilians started it, of course, and this is definitely a holiday I can get behind.  You can read more about it here.

Because I believe in full participation in international holidays (cue music: We Are the World), I definitely plan to celebrate this day along with my horny sisters around the world.

Join me?

JJ's Lesson for Kat

I was finally going to see JJ after two months of not being able to see him.  Our last two planned meetings were cancelled because things came up, so I couldn't let myself really believe that it was going to happen until I got the text from him saying that he was there. "There" was our regular hotel, the place where we had been meeting for over a year.

When I drove into the parking lot, I saw his car immediately, and I let out a sigh of relief. I parked next to him, and walked inside. As I walked, I received a text from him that said simply, "301."  I smiled.

As I walked through the lobby, I didn't see Strange Hotel Guy or his wife. Instead I saw a young man and a young woman who were obviously their children. Great, I thought. Now we have to train another generation of Strange Hotel People. I felt badly for JJ as I pictured him trying to deal with "the kids" as he checked in. I decided I'd do something extra special for him to make up for it.

I found our room and, as usual, JJ had left the door ajar for me. I walked in and he stood up and came walking over to meet me in the entryway. Seeing him again after all that time took my breath away. He smiled, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me. I dropped my purse and relaxed into his arms, letting his kisses consume me. I felt tears come to my eyes - the release of weeks worth of stress and frustration.  Then it happened.  As it always does when I'm with him, I felt the world outside slip away, and it was just the two of us again.

He reached down the front of my pants and found my clit. His finger started circling it slowly, and a bolt of pleasure shot through me as he touched me. This wasn't going to take long. I could feel him smile through his kiss at how sensitive I was. I felt embarrassed....for about three seconds.  After that I was focused both on how amazing it felt and on holding onto his shoulders so I didn't fall down because I could already feel my knees getting wobbly. I held on tighter as I came, moaning into his mouth, surrendering.

We kissed in the entryway for a while longer, and then we moved further into the room toward the bed. JJ sat on the edge of the bed and I slipped off my pants and panties and stood in front of him. I nudged my way  between his knees so I could get closer to him, and we kissed some more. One of my favorite things in the world is to kiss that man.

At some point, he pushed me back away from him and told me to turn around and bend over. As I was doing it, that's when I noticed that he was already undressed.  When did that happen? I wondered. Clearly I wasn't being very observant, but I was a little upset with myself because I love watching him get undressed. I tried to put that out of my mind as I bent over and braced myself against the wall in front of me. He was still sitting on the edge of the bed. I reached between my legs and guided his hard cock inside me. He laid back  on the bed and let me ride him like that for awhile, moving however I wanted to. I moved my hips forward and back, grinding down as deeply as I could, slowly, trying to feel every inch of him. I could tell he was growing frustrated with the slowness of my movements when I felt his hands on my hips and he started thrusting up from underneath - first slowly, then faster. I was wishing that I had something more to hold onto than the wall, especially when I started to cum. My legs were jelly under me and he was pumping faster than I could keep up and then I was dizzy from the orgasm when I finally accepted that it was inevitable that I was going to fall. Just as I was about to, I felt his strong hands wrap around my hips and hold me firmly in place as he released into me.

While I was still shuddering, I thought, Of course JJ would never let me fall. And he wouldn't. I may be lost in the moment, but he's always in control, always knowing what's going on, always watching out for me.  How could I have forgotten that?

JJ sat up and helped me stand up. Then he climbed up on the bed and I pulled off my tank top before climbing in next to him and snuggling in the crook of his shoulder, kissing him, thanking him for being so good to me. As we lay there, we talked, catching up on what seemed like a million things. That's when the reality of how long we had been apart really hit me.  So much had happened since we had seen each other.

We both laughed as he told me about his encounter with the Strange Hotel Kids as he checked in. Apparently, he had to talk them through the check-in process and explain which room was "our" room. We should get a discount for training the kids, don't you think?

After we had been talking for a while, JJ maneuvered his hand between my legs. I have to admit, JJ is a very smart man. He knows exactly how to shut me up. I gasped as he touched me and took advantage of that moment to kiss me and slide his tongue in my mouth.  Ok, I get it. No more talking.

He played with my clit for a couple of minutes and then he slid a finger inside me, then two, then three. I rocked my hips, feeling my pussy twitch every time his fingers stroked that special spot inside me. It took him no time to zero in on that spot, and then he finger fucked me and worked it until I started to moan. He whispered, "Come for me," which, in itself, is almost almost enough to make me come. I let go and screamed into his mouth as we kissed. He kept his fingers moving until every last wave of pleasure had been coaxed out of me.

I curled up next to him and purred for a bit, and then we talked some more. As he talked, I nibbled on his nipples and kissed his neck, so he wasn't too taken aback when I scooted down and took his cock into my mouth. Hey! I thought. I know how to get you to stop talking, too. I got comfortable and reacquainted myself with his gorgeous cock. Thicker than average, much more than a mouthful, perfectly shaped. I suckled there for awhile, not with any goal or intention to make him come right then, but just to enjoy it and to let him enjoy it. Eventually, I asked him, "Where would you like to come?" Without any hesitation, he answered, "Get the lube."

I reached over for the lubricant and poured some in my hand and slowly began stroking him.  Then I poured more, and more. As I stroked him, I felt him get even harder. When he was ready, he sat up and moved toward the foot of the bed. I rolled over onto my forearms and knees and opened my knees a bit. He positioned the head of his cock right at the opening of my ass and I leaned back against him. My body resisted him for a while, but I kept pressing against him until *pop* the head popped in.

Holy fuck! That hurt! I screamed and asked him - no, told him - to stop.  He wasn't doing anything, of course. He was just waiting for me to continue, but I wasn't thinking clearly. The pain had fogged my thoughts, and I was really confused.  I'm a fan of anal sex. Why the heck was this hurting so much?

I heard JJ chuckle behind me as I was resorting to Lamaze breathing. "It's been a while, huh?" he said. I will slap him later for laughing at me, I thought. For now, though, relax, Kat. Relax.

The truth is that he was right.  It had been months since I'd been with JJ, and while Hubby and I had engaged in anal sex a few times in the past two months, Hubby's member isn't as thick as JJ's. This was a shock back into reality.....a very nice reality.

After a few minutes, I was able to take more of him in, and more, and then he could take over. He grabbed my hips and started fucking my ass deeply, fully with each stroke.  He went faster and harder with each stroke, too, until I felt that incredible feeling of pleasure I experienced when JJ did me this way. Then it got even harder.  I grasped the sheet; I tried to steady myself on the edge of the bed.

I heard him groan, "This is my ass, remember." And then I remembered what he told me a couple of weeks ago. He told me that after I was with Seattle Guy, he was feeling the need to reclaim what was his, and that he intended to give me an ass fucking that wouldn't let me forget that. That's what this was about. I smiled as I held on. You can teach me a lesson this way anytime you want, Baby, I thought.

He pounded me for some time and with such force that I felt the vibrations in my throat. He kept pumping into me as he came, not slowing until he was spent.

He collapsed on the bed next to me, breathing hard, and said, "I sure am glad it was 'Seattle Guy' and not 'Sacramento Guy' or 'Vacaville Guy'."  I laughed. "Yeah, I get that," I said.

We chatted for a little while longer and then we got cleaned up and dressed, and headed out. We kissed goodbye in the elevator so we wouldn't be seen kissing in the parking lot.  I already missed him.

As we walked by the Strange Hotel Kids in the lobby, they seemed very confused to see us together. I thought, Don't look so shocked, kids. You'll get used to us.  Your parents did.

JJ walked me to my car and then he got into his and drove away. I felt a twinge of sadness as I drove back to work. It was a familiar sensation. Connecting is wonderful, but separating and going back to our separate lives isn't so great. I wondered how many times I'd driven away from a rendezvous with JJ experiencing this feeling. Then I shook it off. There's no point in thinking about that sort of thing.

As I write this, it has been 3 days since he made his attempt to reclaim me.  I'm still sore. JJ drove that lesson home very, very well.

And When I Got Home....

Hubby already had dinner on the table. Wow!  I was impressed.  I figured that all of my naughty texting throughout the day did the trick.  Of course, I was home a bit late from work, but it wasn't too late.

There was flirting.  There was reference to the awesome blow job he had earned. I stroked him a little while we were eating dinner.  Yes, we were on our way to some fun.

Then he turned on he Giants game.  Great! We finished dinner and kept watching the game.  We decided to go to bed and play after the game.  Ok, I know some of you are thinking, "What???!!!  You're postponing sex for a baseball game?"  I know.  In retrospect, I would have ditched the game. But at the time I didn't know.

I didn't know the game, being played in Milwaukee, would go 14 innings. That's right. 14 innings.  We thought about going to bed and not watching, but it was tied and in extra innings and, ohmygod, what if the most exciting play in the world happens and we miss it?

Remember, I had been up since 5:00 a.m. and at work for 15 hours before I came home.  I was already exhausted.  By the time the game was over, that hot little minx who had been sending the sexy texts all day was almost catatonic. And the old guy who was hard as a cock at dinner time was dozing off and drooling.  Sexy, huh?

The game finally ended.  Yes, the Giants won, but by then I really didn't care.  We went to bed.  Well I took a shower first.  He was a sleep before I got to bed and I think I fell asleep as I was laying down.

When the alarm went off in the morning (5:00 a.m.), Hubby got up, went to the kitchen and brought me my coffee a few minutes later.  By the way, he started doing that when he heard that Cara's honey does it for her.  Isn't that sweet?

As I took the coffee from him, I asked, "Did we have sex last night and was it good?"  He laughed and said, "I was going to ask you the same thing." We agreed that we would have sex the next night (which was last night).

I was ready this time.  So was he. I got home late. We had dinner.  We agreed on what time we were going to bed regardless of what was happening with the Giants game.  I set the alarm on my phone.  We watched the game and got the little one through his evening routine and in bed a shade early (I regretted that we had taught him to tell time. "But Mooooooommmmyyyyy, it's not time yet!!!) and when my alarm went off, we shut things down and went to bed.  Yes, it was still light out.

Oooo la la. There was kissing. There was touching. There was wetness. Hubby reached down between my legs and started playing with my clit.  Then he started sucking on one of my nipples, too. I was loving it.  What a wonderful way to start an evening of playtime. I came quickly and hard. I kissed him and started reaching down to stroke him and....

He got up and went to the bathroom.

That's ok, I thought.  He's going to clean up for his blow job.  He's so sweet that way.


You know where this is going, don't you?

He came back from the bathroom, turned off the little desk lamp we keep on during sex, climbed into bed, kissed me on the forehead and said, "Goodnight.  I love you."  Then he rolled over.

I waited about 30 seconds, then I tapped him on the shoulder.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Is that it?" I replied."I kinda hoped we were gonna, you know, get a little dirtier than that.  A little BJ, a little fucking, a little moaning......cumming two or three times...."

"But aren't you tired?" he said.

There were three Kat's there at that moment and I wasn't sure which one would answer.

Kat #1 was a mature adult who wanted to say, "You're right and it's going to be another long day tomorrow.  Thank you, Sweetie. I love you. Goodnight."

Kat #2 was an angry bitch who wanted to scream, "What the fuck?!?! What's the matter with you? Have you completely forgotten what sex is?"

Kat #3 was a hurt and disappointed little girl with a quivering lip who wanted to say, "Yes, I'm tired, but....but....but...you promised."

I ultimately decided that my best chance of getting sex the next night (which is tonight) would be to go with Kat #1.

As I started talking to answer him, though, I heard him snore.

I'll be going home a little late tonight again, but I have a new strategy. I'm going to try for sex before dinner.

I'll keep ya posted.

Heartache and Renewal

Daunt here.  I know it’s been a while since you’ve heard from me, so I thought I’d catch you up on me and Madison.

Not long ago Madison and I went on a lovely trip to Paso Robles wine country.  We spent five nights together -- this is no small thing considering that she is married.  Prior to the trip she was feeling pretty confident in the direction her life was going; she had decided to make plans to leave her husband. No, not for me, I wouldn’t accept that.  Madison has become frustrated with me on many occasions when I have come to her husband’s defense; strange, right? However by the end of the trip Madison had become very pensive and I’m feeling like something has gone awry.

The ride back to Sacramento was quiet. Although we had made love that morning, and both enjoyed it, Madison wasn’t with me so to speak.  Her body was there, but her much of her mind was elsewhere.  Something palpable had manifested between us, but neither one of us were acknowledging its presence. As she got in her car to go home she kissed me and smiled, but her eyes betray deep concern.

I watch her car drive away and I begin to ponder our time together.  We had had a fantastic time.  We both thoroughly enjoyed our outings wine tasting, our meals at various restaurants were wonderful and rich with fun, sometimes deep, conversation; and our lovemaking was hot and fulfilling.  We found ourselves reaching a surprising level of comfort with one another.  Then my thoughts are interrupted by a phone call.  It’s Madison.

She starts off by saying, “I’m having all these strange feelings, I don’t know what’s going on.  Maybe I’m feeling guilty.”  We chat a while and come to the uneasy conclusion that maybe it was simply the amount of time spent together and the level of comfort we feel with one another, but the conversation ends feeling unsettled.

At roughly 4PM, while she is on her lunch break from work, we chat again on the phone.  Madison’s guilt and conflicted feelings persist, if anything they’ve become worse.  I listen, try and help her sort her feelings, but at the same time I am careful to avoid influencing her.  She’s sounding like she wants to reconcile with her husband, but at the same time wants me in her life. As the conversation goes on I get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.  The level of duress Madison is feeling is worrisome.

After our afternoon phone conversation I find myself wrestling with what I want and what I feel Madison needs.  I am concerned. I fear I am clouding her ability to figure out what she needs for herself.  In the end I reach a decision.  I have to stop seeing her.  If she truly wants to work things out with her husband she needs to be released to do so, and if that’s not the case she needs the space to get her head clear.

Sometime after 8PM I tell Madison the decision I had come to. The tears begin to flow.  As I try to explain a war takes place within me; part of me is wanting to take it all back.  She says she understands, but it’s clear she is hurting.  Madison had told me that she would be attending an event with her husband and his family over the weekend.  I suggest that she really try over the weekend to open her heart to her husband, to really try and decide if he can fulfill what she is lacking in her life.  I tell her that we shouldn’t communicate until Monday so she can have the space to do this.  She agrees and we say our goodbyes.

Something that I think is often overlooked in regard to affairs, is that they are almost never a person's first choice.  The majority of people that enter into an affair do so because something in their marriage relationship is already very broken.  Often, as was the case was with my marriage, one party in the marriage will believe that everything is fine.  And frequently the party that feels the marriage is okay will dissuade the other from seeking help like counseling.

Listen up folks.  If your spouse is asking for counseling, there is a problem.  If this problem could have been handled without outside help, it would have been.  Just go.  I also suggest seeing an individual counselor.  An objective party trained to listen and help you organize your thoughts can be an enormous help.

Madison and I couldn’t even make it through a weekend without a couple of text messages, but we were mostly good.  Come Monday we talk on the phone.  She said she really made an effort to open herself to her husband and that the weekend mostly went well.  They had gotten into a couple of deep discussions that caused her to feel disheartened, but they were going to another couples counseling session that evening.

Tuesday I touch base with Madison again.  I learn the couples counseling didn’t go so well.  She’s seeing more clearly the issues she has come to believe can never be overcome.

Friday rolls around.  Madison sees her individual counselor.  Much of what she is feeling is validated and for the first time she shares with her counselor about her friendship and time spent with me.  Shockingly, in light of what was shared with the counselor, the counselor doesn’t see me as a negative force in Madison’s life.

In the end my decision to stop seeing Madison lasted less than a week.

Make up sex... don’t you love it?

During the following week Madison and I set a time in the evening to see each other.  Next to the bed I kiss her deeply then light a candle.  Slowly we undress one another.  I sit her on the edge of the bed then with a lingering kiss lay her back. No toys, no tethered cuffs, in my heart I wanted our time to be about re-connecting and so did she.

I stand back up next to the bed and gaze down at Madison. Her legs dangle off the edge of the bed at the knee and my hands are resting on her thighs.  She raises herself up on her elbows and looks at my face, from her expression I can tell she’s wondering what I’m thinking.  I smile and say, “Madison, tonight I’m going to treat you.  Roll over onto your stomach.”  A questioning look flutters across her face, but then she does as was bid. She rolls over and stretches out. For a moment I allow myself the simple pleasure of looking at her, the profile of her face, eyes closed; the smooth slope of her back narrowing to her waist, the bell flare to her hips and bottom.

Taking her right foot in my hands I begin massaging and kneading it. Madison’s lips part then shortly after I hear a quiet contented moan.  I continue for some time watching the flickering shadows of candlelight on her skin.  Then I switch to the left foot.

I’m going to share something I’ve truly come to adore about Madison, her skin -- and I don’t mean a particular patch of skin, I mean all of it.  The more aroused Madison becomes, the more sensitive her skin becomes.  I love this.  Her whole body becomes an adventure in discovery.

As her arousal builds I’ll start lightly tracing my fingertips over her.  She will shudder and writhe, sometimes suddenly her hand will dart out and snatch mine because the sensation is simply too much.  Then I’ll find a spot and gently continue swirling my fingertips over it.  The game is on... I get to find out if I can get her to orgasm.  If I win my reward is her sheepish embarrassed laugh.  So far I’ve won our little game with her ear and neck, but those aren’t too uncommon. A more fun one was near one of the dimples at the small of her back.

So after finishing the foot massage I begin running my hands lightly over Madison’s back searching, giving her time to enjoy and take in the sensation.  As I begin to identify a few hot spots I get an idea.  I lean down and kiss her back.

“Let’s have you roll back over”, she can hear the mischievous tone in my voice.  Her eyes open and she smiles rolling to her back.  Still standing next to the bed I grab her thighs and pull her toward me so I’m between her knees, her hips right at the edge of the mattress.  I give her a deep kiss, then kiss and lick her neck.  Then I begin tracing my fingers over her skin again, between her breasts, down her sides, over her thighs, slow circles teasing their way toward her nipples.  I grin as she shudders  and her breathing deepens.

I reach down and slowly ease myself inside her.  She gasps and tilts her hips to take me deeper.  Then I give her a sly half smile and grab her right foot.  Madison watches as I bring her foot to my mouth and touch my tongue to her second largest toe.  She grins back with a look indicating that she thinks I’m just teasing, then she looks a little startled as I take her toe into my mouth.  She gently tries to pull her foot back.  I run my tongue under the back side of her toes, her eyes widen briefly then become half-lidded.  I hear her quiet moan as I take her toe back in my mouth caressing it with my tongue.  She shudders and by being inside her I can feel her climax.  Her eyes pop open and she giggles.

Yes, I won our little game again.

She wasn't a Lipstick Lesbian

Daunt here. Well we have another guest post, this one from Clem, and it's quite a story.

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The beginning

"Well if I get the fuckin' fanstastic title then I am going to keep working at the naughty. Maybe throw in some selfish and wicked ... but in my "sweet" way. ;) "

Her reply to me after we had re-engaged this past summer.

She had hit on my AM profile right away, within a few days of me posting it. I said that I had been re-reading her profile, and waited, wanting to reply. She wrote right back. She was looking for an older man, interviewed some, but no one had appealed to her yet.

We were both looking for something we needed, and not getting it in our mate.

We exchanged a bunch of emails that first week. She was attached, married. I was separated. In her second email, she told me she was a lesbian, bi-sexual, married to her "Mrs" as she referred to her wife. She wanted sex with a man, an older, experienced man. Did I have a problem with that? She'd wait to see if I replied before she would want to talk more or meet.

No, not at all. No problem. To some men, it might be a real fantasy-turn-on. Fuck a lesbian? Here I am, a well experienced man, that a lesbian wants a hot, torrid affair with? Yeah, man. But you know, I really didn't look at it that way. Yes, I was intrigued; the why's, what does she want, what will she want to do? (She never did tell me what she and her Mrs. did together.)

I wanted passionate, erotic, sensuous, hot sex. She told me when her wife turned 40, the "Mrs" lost interest in sex, and that now, she was horny all the time. She was the dominant one in her relationship, but didn't want to continue that way, and her Mrs, some 5 years older than her at 43, wasn't interested in sex anymore. She was 37 when we met, I was 58.

She used to slip off her wedding ring after she came in and set her things down.

I had sent her a list of questions, what she'd like, what I like, what did she want. She answered them all very well, positively, no shirking. She didn’t want to use condoms; she was not fertile. It was OK if I wanted condoms, but she didn’t. Great. Hated them. Loved the bare-feeling of my cock in her pussy and ass too much anyway. In her second email, she told me too, she wanted to be 'anally penetrated', wanted to experience this. Well, that got my attention. I love to teach, and show women good, anal sex. Turns out it took a long time before it actually happened, but as she said, she had a 'tight ass'. She liked it played with, no question, licking her ass hole, fingering it, probing her ass. She mine also. Turned out she was well experienced in massaging a man's prostate. I had asked her about rimming, and she replied, 'Absolutely', so, she was into it. She was always, always, very clean, fresh, pussy and ass.

She wasn't a lipstick lesbian by any means, very plain, very short, black, stiff hair, 160, 5'-4, 34B. If I had to describe her further, I would say that she reminds me a lot of k.d. lang. OK, not a real beauty, but that's not all where the attraction was. We talked and laughed a lot in bed, and she had a delightful set of small dimples on the tops of her cheeks that would appear way too seldom.

She is a nurse, working for a major urban hospital here. She worked shift hours, and at times, this was very good, as she could break away at different times during the day to come see me. We had some memorable 'nooners' this way, usually lasting a few hours. In the beginning, she'd come by after her late shift a few times, but that really didn't work out.

She wanted a strictly 'FWB-NSA' situation, with not much other interaction. I was OK with this, and I certainly was not interested in anything involved, nor was I interested in falling for her. She remained very discreet with me regarding her personal life. Yes, she shared some details, but not a lot. I just wanted the passions and the eroticism that came from close, intimate, very personal contact. I wanted these old feelings back. I wanted to please a woman, and have her give me pleasure, like no one else has. She did this, we did it together, we did it all.

I loved her pussy! She had a big clit, and it grew and stuck out when she was aroused. She had short, black, tight pussy hair. Turns out, she absolutely loved to have her pussy and clit licked, tongue-fucked, and also to have her g-spot massaged at the same time. This was a lot of our sex for the next 2 years. When I wanted her to cum, and cum hard, I simply dropped my face down between her legs, spread her pussy lips, and licked in, all over.

She'd moan nicely, grab my head at times, and spread her legs more for me. She made a set of comments about that at one point, saying what I do to her, that she automatically wanted to lie back and spread her legs for me. She did talk sexy and kinky with me some, but not enough. She rarely came, maybe twice, while I was fucking her, once we came together.

Her big clit stuck out well when I sucked on it. I loved it, loved to finger and lick her.

She'd shudder, spasm and writhe in bed when I did this, building up her orgasms. She'd fist the sheets, hold on. When she'd cum, she'd explode and scream out, "Yes, that's it, that's it!, Ahhhh!". I got goose-bumps writing this in remembrance. Over the months, she got into a very comfortable position with me. I'd usually be between her legs, scrunched down, but more having my knees up and bent. She'd get so that she'd rest her ankles against my thighs, bend her legs and knees, and use that for leverage. She'd push back against me this way. I could always tell when she was settling in for a good cum when she did this. Yeah, it took some time, 15-20 minutes at a time, but, wow, could she cum. I'd lick her some, and she'd wiggle her ass and hips, and then I'd introduce one, then two fingers, in her pussy, hot, wet, dripping at times. One time on the couch, I had her up on her knees, and I was licking her pussy, fingering her, two, maybe three fingers in her from the rear, and her juices were literally running down my arm. Loved that always.

But lying between her legs was the best. Sometimes, I'd reach under her legs, push them back so she'd stick her ass and pussy out more. Times, she'd grab her legs, hold them spread, as I licked her clit and pussy. It was easy then to slip down to her perineum, then too, right into her asshole. I know she liked this, and yeah, there were a few times she gasped when I licked her, tongued her ass. Loved to lick around her rosebud, then push my tongue in, hard, deep as I could.

A few times she did open her ass, and I tongued in more, deeper. I loved doing this, and did it as much as I could with her. This would then usually work her up well, and my fingers were wet enough, that I could pretty easily insert my finger in her ass. When she really opened up, my middle finger would be all the way in her ass, with my palm on her butt. A few times I got two in up to the 3rd knuckle.

But fingers in her pussy were great, the best for her.

Licking her clit, then up to 3 fingers in her pussy, palm up, fingers pressed in hard on her g-spot. Very hard, curled around, pushing in, then too, back and forth. One time, right at the end, I was doing this so hard, she was so wet, she'd puddle in the middle of my hand.

She loved to suck me also, on my back, my head propped up so I could watch her. She always looked into my eyes, smiled and she'd devour me. She had some very good oral skills, working my cock-head and frenulum well, 'till I'd blast in her mouth. She'd moan and suck, and drive me crazy. She loved to give me 'cummy kisses' then too.

Oh and, she did like to get fucked also. She was very responsive with me. Some of the best, was simply working her up, hot and wet, fingering her, then easily rubbing the head of my cock in her pussy. Usually this elicited a small moan, a wide-open mouth, and she'd flare open, and I'd ease in. There was onetime when she just grabbed my ass, pulled me in her mostly dry. She said she liked to do that at times. Oh, but that feeling of warm, wet pussy on my cock, her gasping, tight, mmmmm, always a turn-on. There were times too, when I liked to roll on my back, grab her, bring her to me, roll her on top of me. I know I said a few times for her to grind on me, rub her pussy on my cock. She did this a few times too by herself, as she liked to tease almost as much as I did. She'd slide back and forth, wetting me, rubbing my cock, and then arch her hips some to slide down on me, as my cock fully entered her pussy. Doggie-style was the best, for us both. Loved her on her knees, fucking away. After some great pussy-licking, I'd love to then stand at the end of the bed, grab her legs, pull her to the corner. I'd position her ass right at the corner, then push her legs back, and fuck her hard and deep, using my legs to leverage in her. I loved to fuck her like this, very hot, very sexy, and she'd always then say, 'Fuck me, yes, fuck me hard, deep' I loved it when she'd call out like that. She was very vocal that way.

We only really talked and communicated thru email. Oh, and yes, in bed. Yes, we exchanged numbers, but she told me right away, she didn't like to talk on the phone. Oh, we'd text some, not a lot. Again, she didn't seem to like that. She had a 'pay-as-you-go' phone, TrackFone or something. OK, no big deal. As she was working odd shifts, she'd usually send me her schedule, out weeks. I'd suggest times when she could come by, but again, this was on her schedule. A bit odd and frustrating at times, when *I* wanted to fuck or lick her. At the least, I could leave her v-mails, again, usually late at night, so she'd get the message as she drove home after 11 from the late shift. Sometimes I'd try to be funny, sexy, erotic, tell her how much I had enjoyed her that day, or the previous day. She'd always comment on them, tell me she liked to hear them, told me she liked my voice. She never once returned the favor. Don't know why.

In the height of it all, we were emailing a lot, daily, multiple times during the day.

We only got together at my place, on her terms, when she wanted to, which was usually once a week, and usually for about 2-5 hours, sometimes a lot more. I loved to spend the time with her, more so than with anyone else.

Yes, she could make me cum 3-4 times also. She is very through.

Some of the best memories I have of us together were early on Saturday mornings, 9-10, in winter, when the sun would blaze in through the 3 windows I had. We’d get so warm, I needed to open the windows in the winter. The sun would cascade on us in bed, so warm, sexy then too, under the covers.

We only got together for sex, rarely anything else. A few times we'd meet at the local pub, share a glass of wine, or a few times, lunch.

I always provided a clean, quiet place for us, clean sheets, usually the night before, clean towels, always a clean bathroom.

Oh yes, we always showered together, always. I really understood about keeping it discreet, and she wanted to be as clean as possible to go home. Wash off any residuals, stray hairs. The shower was a place to play also. She brought her own brand of soap, loved to soap my cock, reach around me from behind, and jack me off, while fingering my ass. I loved the feeling. I'd play with her pussy and ass too, but I tried not to get soap everywhere. We did like washing each other, and the last time we were together, she wiggled her finger in my ass, with promises of more things to come that way, I had expected. That sorta surprised me, as that day was filled with a lot of sex. I had thought we were on the right track again, getting frisky, hot, erotic with each other. I used to tell her, and I'd smirk a bit doing so, that I was happy to send her home to her wife, with my cum in her belly and pussy and ass, even though she was squeaky-clean on the outside.

She had broken it off, right before the holidays, late in 2010. She wanted to regain her ‘integrity’ as she put it, by recommitting to her wife. I understand this, and can respect it. I know she was stressed at this time also. She was/is going through a big set of changes in her life, wanting more from her career, wanting to change paths, and wanting way more from her personal life, and not getting anything, except from me. I thought about that some. From what she said, I knew that I fulfilled her needs, a lot. She told me a number of times that I gave her the best orgasms of her life.

She did give me one big send-off, after she emailed me then wanting ‘one last time’ together. She came over about 10 that morning, and stayed late in the evening. We fucked and sucked for hours, showered, talked, fucked some more. She deleted her email account that night after that.

So, OK, nothing, no contact then for like 6 months.

Literally, the first of June last year, I'm out having a glass of wine, and I get a text-message from her. ‘Miss how you make me cum’ was all she said. We texted a bit that night, flirted. She said she was tired of being a ‘good girl’. She sent me a new email address. She wanted to fuck me all summer. I was curious as to why she was contacting me now. She told me at the beginning of last year, that she wanted to renew things with her wife, and she wanted to end our relationship. I couldn’t really argue with that, disappointed, yes, extremely.

I told her then that last January, I’d never find another woman like her. She looked puzzled, and it’s simply true. I’m over 60 now, and I get looked at differently. My age group wants 'soul-mates' and 'long walks on the beach'. The AM crowd doesn't looking for an older man. Perhaps that's part of the reason I would have liked to have continued longer with her, again for this past summer. I've been patient, and I know she appreciated that.

She clearly didn’t want to talk now at all, nothing, to the point of breaking things off again here. We sent some emails back and forth, where we both then stated all we (I too) wanted was to have hot sex this summer.

She told me of her plans to leave town in early fall, right after our first GTG. Her career was changing, and she was exploring options. I never did talk to her about much else, as we only got together 3 times before the end of June. We did still talk a bit about both wanting to get our needs met. I guess right now that is all she wanted, but she was troubled, it was clear to see and hear. All I wanted was a hot summer, as things would be changing for me also by fall, last fall.

I think it affected her more, when she couldn’t get what she wanted from her wife, only to find it with me. I don't think she really wrapped her head fully around that, or then, maybe she did, and couldn't handle it. She was pretty tight with her feelings and emotions, except when they all came out during sex. Then she was all over me, passionate, frisky, kinky, expressive, submissive.

She was sexually fantastic, yes.

After that first time back together with her, I had really thought then this past summer was going to be a hot one. It didn’t happen. I was very disappointed, as I had planned to really be aggressive with her, fuck her hard, all over, and leave her drained every time. I know it was gonna be the last time I’d see her, probably ever.

We got together in late June, a hot day, outside and inside. I wrote extensively about that day. Perhaps that may be another guest-post. After that day, I never heard from her again, as she deleted her email account, yet again. I sent her a tersely-worded v-mail one last time about a week later. She never replied, and I never heard anything else. I'm not even sure she did leave town.

Many times, we’d be lying together after a hot session, panting, sweating, holding each other. She said once, “Where’d you learn to fuck like that?” I just smiled, kissed her passionately, held her close, and start licking her all over, up and down again.

For two years, we had the best sex of our lives, and yes, I miss it.

Hubby's back!

Most of you didn't know this, but my hubby had to leave town on family business for a week, so for a week I was a single mom.  It was challenging (I salute all of you single moms who bear that responsibility every day!), but it was also very nice.  I was able to spend some quality time with my kids - just them and me.  That's a rarity.  I also had just about all the freedom I could ever want.

I didn't use that freedom to be naughty; I just used it for me. I had time in the evening to read, to watch the TV shows I wanted to watch, to email, and to have late night chats with my new buddy, Mr. D. I felt like I could breathe - and it was wonderful!

Still, I really missed Hubby. I know what I just described sounds like a conflict - loving the freedom and missing Hubby - but it's not. Both happened at the same time.  In fact, Hubby and I communicated a lot while he was gone via phone and text.

One day, while we were talking on the phone, I locked the bedroom door and took off all my clothes. Then I started talking naughty with him.  Just as he was getting into it, I hit the FaceTime button on my iPhone, he accepted it, and *bam* we were having a video chat! He got naked, too, and we had a very, very nice little cam sex session. It was just enough to wet his whistle and make him want to come home as soon as possible.

So last night, we were trying to get to bed as early as possible.  If you have kids, you know that convincing them to go to bed before their bedtime is nearly impossible. We finally gave up the fight and did normal family things, living the normal family routine, until the youngest was tucked in and asleep.

By the time Hubby got to the bedroom, I was already naked and ready.  And I mean ready. He chuckled when he came into the room and saw me.

"A little anxious?" he said jokingly.

"Are you gonna get in here with me or not?" I replied.

"I am, I am.  Just hold on...." and I watched as he worked through his evening routine, which seemed much slower than usual, although I'm sure it wasn't.

I pulled back all the covers and started touching myself while I watched him.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Starting without you," I said with a naughty grin.

"Oh, hell no!" he snapped.

I don't think I've seen a man shed his clothes so quickly.  Well, I've seen JJ do it pretty fast, too. ;-)

That first kiss between us was electric, gentle, loving. To feel his arms around me and enjoy his kisses was so wonderful.  I think I could have been happy with that for a long time. I really do love that man.

I'm not sure how much time passed before he slipped a hand between my legs, but by the time he did, I was very wet and slippery. He found my clit easily and started slowly rubbing it - gently, but with purpose. I used to joke with him that when he was in a hurry, he rubbed my clit like his finger was an eraser and he was trying to erase it. Clearly, he got the point because this was no eraser-finger action.  This was sensuous and erotic.

I relaxed and tiled my head back, closed my eyes. The next thing I felt was his mouth on one of my nipples, suckling gently, then flicking the nipple with his tongue. I reached for the other nipple and began pinching it lightly.

I reached down with my other hand and found his cock - hard, throbbing, damp with precum. I wanted it right then, but I knew he'd want me to cum first this way so I stroked him as I felt the sensations "down there" escalate from "feeling good" to "jolts of pleasure" to "full blown orgasm." He released my nipple and kissed me while I came.

He kept fingering me until the peak had passed and I was on the downside of the orgasm.  Then he plunged several fingers inside me, found the sweet spot, and finger fucked me to help me keep it coming.

I screamed into his mouth.  He bit my lip until my screams became a whimper.  Then he took his wet fingers out of my mouth and put them in mine.  We stared into each other's eyes as I licked and sucked them clean. That was probably the most intimate moment of the whole experience. We connected, just like we used to before 25 years, several kids, and the challenges of life changed us and took our focus off of each other and put our attention everywhere except our bedroom. Navigating our way through the last six months of infidelity, revelation, and discovery brought back some of what we had lost.

He rose up onto his knees and I took his cock into my mouth.  I sucked him exactly the way he like it - with long, deep strokes - fully expecting him to come in my mouth, but he stopped me after about a minute and told me to get on my hands and knees.

The loving gentleness that he showed when he was teasing my clit was gone, and now he was demanding, forceful.  He slid his cock in me slowly, but that first stroke was the only slow and gentle thing about it. Then he grabbed my hips and fucked me hard, shifting slightly to change the angle sometimes, and varying the speed and force. I'd be just about ready to come and he'd change things, bringing me back from the edge.  It occurred to me that he was doing to me exactly what I so enjoyed doing to him (and others) - controlling the pleasure, waiting until he was ready to give it.

Almost without warning, his fingers dug into my hips and he started moaning...no, growling, as he came.  He pulled me back onto him for one last time, holding me there so securely that I couldn't have moved if I wanted to.

He collapsed next to me, grabbed a washcloth that he had placed next to the bed, and started cleaning himself. He usually had a wash cloth for both of us, but not today.

After a moment, I asked, "Where's mine?"

He smiled and reached over to his nightstand, coming back with my favorite egg vibrator and its remote control in his hand.

"We're not done with you yet," he said with a mischievous smile.

Yup, I was very glad he was home.

Reunion

It had been over 2 weeks since I had last seen him. His job, my job, family commitments - there were plenty of reasons for it, but it didn't matter to me anymore. So I broke one of my own rules. I sent him a text that said, "If I can arrange to get away for a few hours on Saturday, can you?"

His answer came back. "Yes!!!"

I smiled. Finally, I'd get to see JJ again, and I didn't care if I had to break a rule to do it.

Saturdays are family time. If I'm not working, the day is for my kids. I've never met for play on a Saturday. Until now.

We arranged a time and I arranged my alibi. When Saturday arrived, I kissed my youngest goodbye, told hubby I'd be back in a few hours, tucked a bottle of lube in my purse, and drove away. As I was turning onto the highway, I heard the words of my son and husband reverberating in my head, "Why do you have to go, Mommy? It's Saturday." "Have fun, and hurry home!"

I'm not one for guilt, but that one was hard. Still, I kept driving. I had been aching for him for over a week. I wasn't going back now that I was just a few minutes away from being with him again. Oh, and by "being with him" I mean, "feeling his thick hard cock pounding me from behind while I cum."  ;-)

When I drove into the parking lot of our regular hotel, I saw his car immediately and my heart jumped. I texted him that I was there, parked and practically skipped up the walkway and into the lobby.

He was standing at the front desk talking to Strange Hotel Guy about something. My breath caught in my throat when I saw him. Long shorts, T-shirt, that ball cap he always wore. I wanted to throw my arms around him and kiss him, but I knew I had to wait, so I greeted him and just leaned my head against his shoulder. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. Man, I had missed him even more than I thought.

Strange Hotel Guy was having trouble with the computer. That was annoying, but not surprising. I could tell by the look on his face and the tone of his voice that JJ was not happy and losing patience. I decided to let him deal with it while I pressed against him and inhaled his scent.

Soon, Strange Hotel Guy's wife showed up. She gave her husband some direction and then she started making small talk with me. We're regulars here. They know us. As much as Strange Hotel Guy creeps me out, I really have grown fond of his wife. I like her even more when she says to her husband, "Just give them a room. We can figure it out later." She and I smiled at each other. It doesn't bother me at all anymore that they both know exactly what we'll be doing in just a few minutes. It just feels perfectly natural.

We finally got a room (and it happened to be our regular room). After a few minutes of niceties and small talk (we had some catching up to do!), we were naked in bed and kissing.

There are some things that no lover I've ever had does quite like JJ, and kissing is one of those things.

I relaxed as he wrapped his strong arms around me and just let myself melt into his kiss. It was familiar, and just as sensual as ever. He reached down and started playing with my pussy.  He moaned as his finger slid between the wet lips.  I moaned as his finger grazed my already swollen clit. I turned my hips and opened my legs to give his easier access.  His lips never left mine, and I inhaled deeply, inhaling as he exhaled, breathing him in.

It didn't surprise me at all that I came so quickly because I had been looking forward to this for quite a while, but I was a little surprised that as he kept going, I kept cuming...again...again....I grabbed onto his shoulders and I had to stop myself from digging my fingernails too far into his skin.  No marks.  That's the deal. I screamed into his mouth. He held me tighter as I shuddered and my screaming became whimpering.

I reached down and found his cock, hard and throbbing. He gasped a little as I started stroking him.

"How do you want me?" I asked.

"Any way you want.  You decide," he whispered.

I giggled, "You know what my favorite is...."

Without saying a word, he sat up, got on his knees and moved behind me and I rolled over onto my knees and leaned forward onto my forearms. As he slid his thick cock inside me, I thought that as nice as new cock is, there's something truly wonderful about the feel of the familiar, of knowing what to expect, of knowing that you're about to feel the extraordinary pleasure that only this man can give.

After a few hard strokes, I couldn't think of anything but the sensation, the pleasure. I came again, bucking back against him.  As I felt his fingers tighten on my hips, I knew what was coming next.  He groaned loudly and thrust forcefully into me several times, each one hard...deep...lingering.

He pulled out a minute later and leaned over and kissed my back before collapsing next to me. I curled up next to him and he wrapped his arms around me again as I snuggled against him.  Time for more kissing (I can never get enough of that.  Honestly, I can't.) and then we talked about life, how much we missed each other, what our plans were for the next week.

After a little while I reached over to the night stand and grabbed some lube, dribbled some onto his cock, and started stroking him slowly as he talked. Soon, his talking slowed down.  Then it stopped altogether.  Our kissing became deeper and more intense.

He whispered (damn, I melt when that man whispers to me!), "I want your ass...."

I purred.  Those are just about my favorite words in the world to hear from him, next to .....well....those other words are just between us.

I know this is cruel, but I'm not going to write about the detail of the long, hard, incredibly amazing ass fucking he gave me, except to say that no one in this world fucks my ass like he does.  No one.

Afterward, we looked at the clock and realized we still had an hour before we had to leave.  Wow!  Usually, we were fighting against the clock, but that afternoon, time was on our side, for once. We did more talking, kissing, and yes, he fucked my ass one more time before we had to part.

We talked about when we might see each other again. We got dressed and left, and JJ even took a moment to say goodbye to Strange Hotel Guy as we walked through the lobby.

He walked me to my car and kissed me goodbye. Even his goodbye kiss was seductive, leaving me a little dazed and breathless when it was over.

I drove home with a smile on my face and Santana's Supernatural blaring on the CD player. All was good when I got home. I hugged my little one, kissed my husband, and nodded "Hey" to the teenagers, waiting until they grunted in response before I closed the door to their room again.

What an awesome Saturday.

Alone

I'm laying in bed thinking about you. It's late. The room is warm, but a cool breeze wisps over me from the ceiling fan, making my nipples hard. Is it the breeze or the thoughts of you? It doesn't matter. Both are refreshing and welcome in the quiet solitude of the night.

It's dark in the room and my eyes are closed, but all of my other senses are sharp. I'm more and more aware of my body as I imagine your hands on my breast as you kiss my neck. That brush of air I feel must be your breath. The hum of the fan is the sound of your soft but urgent moaning as you kiss your way down my body. 

I spread my legs open for you, feeling the smooth soft sheet against my legs, reminding me of the very same sensation from our last time together. I reach my hand down between my thighs and trace a finger slowly across my labia. I can feel the dampness. I slide a finger between my lips and over my clit, imagining that it's your tongue. You tease me with soft, slow licks at first. I tilt my hips slightly, reaching for you, trying to press my pussy harder against your tongue, wanting more. 

Your tongue moves faster, flicking my clit  rhythmically, harder. I kick the sheet off my legs so I can pull my knees up a little to open wider for you. 

My other hand pinches one of my nipples, then the other, finding the most sensitive one and then focusing on that one, as I'd be doing if you were really here working your oral magic on my pussy.  

I start to feel the beginning charges of an orgasm rising. The dampness between my legs is now a full wetness. I can smell my sex. I remember your scent and the blend of our scents together. It's intoxicating, almost making me forget that I want to cum with you inside me. You know that's my favorite way to cum - surrendering to you as your cock impales me. 

I force myself to pull my hand from my pussy and grab the vibrator in the nightstand drawer next to me. I pull my knees back further and slide it inside me. For a moment I lose my focus and I'm aware that I'm nude on my bed fucking myself with this vibrator, but it only takes a second for my mind to pull you back to me. I imagine you on top of me and I wrap my legs around you as you fuck me.  I feel your hard cock inside me and I can feel your strong chest and shoulders over me. I can see the intensity and desire on your face through the darkness. 

I turn the vibrator on as I start to cum, pumping it in and out quickly, just as you pump me hard and fast when you feel my cunt tightening around you. 

I feel you leaning down to kiss me as I release, and as you release into me. I can taste you. I can feel your tongue in my mouth as I shake with pleasure. 

I pull the vibe out and for a moment I'm alone in the dark again, physically satisfied, but alone. I turn onto my side and imagine I'm curling up next you, your arms around me, your skin against my skin down the length of our bodies. I brush my hair away from my face the way you do. 

I imagine your kiss again, and I drift off to sleep  - not alone, but with you.

Raunchy Hotel Sex

I arrived at the hotel first and found a shady spot in the parking lot to park while I waited for him to arrive. He picked this hotel, so I knew he must know where it is. I checked my email until he arrived. When he drove in about 10 minutes later, he parked right next to me, giving me a chance to check him out before he got out of his car - ball cap, salt and pepper hair, decidedly distinctive looking - handsome in a unobtrusive kind of way. He's the kind of man you wouldn't think of as particularly handsome if you saw him in a crowd.  Oh, you'd definitely think he was good looking, but when you looked closer you'd see it and wonder how you missed it before.

We both got out of our cars and greeted each other.  Yes, he was worth the wait.  Khaki pants, deep blue shirt (royal blue?), an engaging smile. I reached out to give him a hug; he kissed me as I reached my arms around him.  It wasn't a sweet little "nice to meet you" peck of a kiss.  It was an open mouth, tongue probing "let's get through the formalities and get busy" kind of a kiss. After a little while, he pulled away from our kiss, whispered, "Let's go inside," and took my hand leading me to the front door of the hotel. It was only then that I noticed how exposed and out in the open we had been with that passionate kiss. I made a mental note to myself - "Kat, it doesn't matter how much you want him.  Be careful!"

We walked into the hotel and he stepped up to the counter to check us in, giving me another opportunity to enjoy looking at him trying to act like it was the most normal thing in the world for two people to be checking into a hotel on a Thursday afternoon without a reservation and without any luggage. I thought to myself, "Yes, I think I'm definitely in for something raunchy this afternoon." He looked over at me.  I just smiled.

We got up to the room and within minutes our clothes were off and we were in bed. Like most women, I spent some time thinking about which undergarments to wear for this meeting.  I chose the sunflower bra I was wearing in this HNT photo and some matching panties,  but it didn't matter. I don't think he even saw them before they came off.

The second we hit the bed, his arms were wrapped around me and he was pulling me closer, kissing me deeply again. Ahh....that kiss outside had just been a warm-up. We kissed for what seemed like a long time, and I was getting hotter and more ready with each passing minute. I suspected he knew this because every now and then a hand would wander to my breast, pinch my nipple a bit, and then withdraw as soon as I starting moaning.  Then a hand would slide between my legs, brush against my already throbbing clit, and then pull back again.

I reached down and found his cock, nice and thick, very hard, dipping with precum.  I smiled.  Good. I'm not the only one who's anxious for this. As I stroked his cock, his hand found my clit again, but he didn't pull back this time. His fingers circled it for a while until I started rocking my hips, pressing against his hand. Then he started flicking it with the tip of his finger exactly like I like it, and it wasn't long before I was cuming hard, screaming into his mouth as he kissed me.  Yes, it was the same long, deep, passionate kiss.

After I came, his fingers kept moving on my clit and I tried to wiggle away because the sensation was just too intense, but he held me firmly in place (Mmmm.... I thought.  Strong. ) and whispered, "No, you're going to cum again."  I tried to protest, but he thrust his tongue into my mouth so I couldn't speak as his fingers went to work. It's hard to describe the alternating feelings of painful intensity as he rubbed my swollen clit that was still sensitive from orgasm #1 and the overwhelming pleasure that was almost being forced on me. As orgasm #2 started to reverberate through me, I was begging him to fuck me and telling him how much I wanted him. So much for playing hard to get.  I never was good at that, anyway.

"Good," he said.  Then he stopped suddenly, leaving me breathing heavily and confused, until I saw that he was moving to his knees and motioning for me to get on my hands and knees in front of him. I had just gotten into position when he grabbed my hips and slammed his cock inside me. The first thrust was so forceful that it knocked me down onto my forearms.  I grabbed onto the sheets, but they didn't give me any support so I reached one arm up and pushed against the headboard to steady myself as he fucked me harder and faster. I started cuming again - or was that just the rest of orgasm #2?  Did it matter?  No, it didn't matter. I felt it rush through me as I pushed back against him. I tried to focus on it, to savor the moment..... He came shortly thereafter, moaning loudly as he drove his cock into me in one last thrust. He leaned over and kissed my back, then he rolled onto his back next to me, pulling me to kiss him again.

We kissed and made small talk for awhile. He was funny, easy to talk to.  There weren't any awkward silences that you might worry about in this situation. After about 10 minutes, I reached over to the night stand as he was talking and grabbed the lube that I had brought with me. I flipped the cap open and poured some on him and started spreading it around with my hand. He was hard again within a few strokes...I alternated between stroking his cock, rubbing his balls, and sliding my fingers down to asshole, teasing him there before moving back to his cock. When I first started stroking him, he was still talking, but he was silent by the time I squeezed his balls the first time, and he was moaning as I pressed my finger into his asshole.

He started pumping his hips as I stroked him, and I could feel him getting very close to cuming.  I watched his face.  His eyes were closed, and I could tell he was trying to decide if he was going to let me make him cum with this sweet little hand job or if he was going to ask for more. I wasn't going to make it easy on him.  He'd have to make a move or settle for the hand job.  I waited.

Suddenly he said, almost like it was an emergency, "I want to fuck your ass," and he started to sit up to move behind me again.  This time I climbed off the bed, walked around to the foot of the bed, spread my legs, and  bent over the bed leaning on my hands.  I looked up and smiled at him. He laughed and said, "yes!" as he leapt out of the bed and almost ran to get behind me. I giggled, too, thinking, "Yes, raunchy can be fun."

He positioned the head of his cock against me and I pushed back against him. At first, my body wasn't letting him in.  I took a deep breath, tried to relax, and pushed back against him again. I felt the shot of pain before I felt his cock slide into my ass.  I squealed and tightened my grip on the sheets, thinking, "Damn! That hurts every f-ing time!" Before the pain subsided he was fucking my ass quickly, with several fast shallow rabbit strokes followed by a few hard, very deep thrusts so forceful that they lifted me off my feet. I tried to re-establish my footing between them, but I couldn't. I had lost control.  He had it. I held tight onto the edges of the bed and the sheets while he fucked me, thoroughly enjoying the sounds and sensations of him using me for his pleasure.

When he finished, we crawled back onto the bed and just rested in silence for awhile. There was more small talk.  More kissing. We checked the clock.  There was still an hour left. More kissing. I sucked on his nipples.  He sucked on mine. We touched each other all over, exploring, feeling for sensitive spots that drew a reaction. When either of us found one, we played there for awhile before moving on.

Soon, his hand found my pussy again and he started sliding a finger inside me...then another...another.... As he finger fucked me I could tell he was feeling around, trying to find the spot. When he hit it my legs jerked back involuntarily and I gasped.  "Found it," he whispered.  I started to laugh, but not for long.  Within a few seconds I was bucking against his hand and starting to shake.

He quickly rolled on top of me, climbing between my legs, and slid his cock inside me - all the way in, one long, deep stroke. I arched my back and pulled my knees up so I could feel him deeper. This time it was slow and deep.  He let me set the tempo, allowing me to cum and stretch it out as long as I could.  I could see the intensity on his face as he tried hard not to cum as my cunt tightened around him.  He held back until he knew I was almost at the end and then he released into me. I grabbed his shoulders and wrapped my legs around him, squeezing, tightening, claiming every last bit of him.

He collapsed on the bed next to me again, breathing heavily. More resting.  More small talk. And yes, more of that fantastic kissing. We looked at the clock.  Only 30 minutes left. I wondered, is it possible? Could I get one more time out of him?

I asked him a question and he started talking (I have learned that is the best way to keep a man occupied.  Well, it's the second best way.). I kissed his chest as he spoke.  He kept talking.  I kissed his belly.  He kept talking.  Clearly he didn't think there was another round in store for us in the next 25 minutes. I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking it slowly. He stopped talking - mid-sentence. I squeezed his balls gently and pressed his cock all the way into my throat. He started moaning, holding onto my hair, and rocking his hips, forcing himself deeper into my mouth and throat. Very nice, but that's not what I had in mind.

I reached for the lube again and dribbled some on his cock, sliding it around with my hand, remembering the spots that made him so powerless earlier, then pulling back - teasing him like he had been teasing me when we first started a couple of  hours earlier. When he was rock hard again (for the 4th time - impressive!), I rolled onto my side with my back to him, reached back and spread my cheeks, and pressed against him. His well-lubed cock slide easily into my ass this time, and this time he was the one moaning as I started moving against him. He grabbed onto my hip and started thrusting.

"That's it," I said. "Fuck my ass harder...like you know you want to."

He complied.

"More," I demanded.

"Come on, Baby.  You know you want to cum in my ass one more time, don't you?"

He screamed as he pushed into me deeply and came.

Afterwards, he kissed me again. The he looked at the clock.

"Shit! I have to go!" he said, and he jumped up and ran into the bathroom, turning on the shower.

While he took his shower, I just relaxed there in bed.  Yeah, I had to get back to work, too, but I didn't have the time pressure that he did, so I could afford to lounge around a bit.

After his quick shower, I watched him while he got dressed. We said our thank you's and goodbyes.  He picked up his keys and his phone and came over to the bed for one last long, deep kiss before leaving for work.

Just before he walked out the door, JJ said, "I love you, Kat."

Fantasy Friday by SomewhereMan - Gulf Coast Yacht

Another awesome contribution by SomewhereMan. Be sure to check out his blog!

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I always liked to describe a day like this as 'Mississippi Hot'.

"And, please, get me just below the shoulder blades, luv," I begged of you.  "That's where I always seem to get burned."

You laughed and kissed my neck before rubbing a dab of sunscreen on my back.  "Maybe if I wouldn't be ripping your clothes off all the time, we wouldn't have to worry about this.  You nervous?"

"About ripping my clothes off?" I asked, looking into your eyes as the Mississippi sun beat down on us.

She giggled.  "Dork."

At the tip of Bay St. Louis, the breeze off the Gulf of Mexico cut through us. 

I took in another glance at your beauty, as you are in a white t-shirt, without sleeves but with a woman's cut to put your perfect body. You had bought a purple and white bikini but had refused to show it to me until we were in the middle of their rather bold plans for the afternoon.

"And this is where I get to shell out the cash, I see," I said as we approached a marina.  For the low, low price of $575, we would rent a small yacht and spent their afternoon out, on the tip of the Gulf of Mexico, away from people and in-touch with our own desires.

*****

"And, here is how this is gonna work," this mid-twenties young man with a tan the color of a saddle bag instructed.  He kept a bluetooth to my ear, pressing the transmitter.  "We're heading out now.  Follow me."

I was down to my red swimming trunks, plain and with a string up front, different than the aloha prints that I had worn for 15 years.  Amazing what reading GQ again and dating a sexy woman could do for a guy's fashion sense again.  I stole another glance at you, ready to see your new purple and white bikini and, especially, ready to get my hands in there and make your feel incredible. 

Incredibly tingly.

"Some of the ground rules," the guide instructed as we broke away from the harbor.  "I'll get us about a mile off the shore and then get y'all planted out there.  Carl, back 'der in 'da boat will cruise out, pick me up.  You'll have four hours to do whatever you want out here."

He handed me a sheet of paper.

"My cell phone number is on there.  Please stay in touch when it's time for me to come on out and get you.  Program it in there now if you run into any distress."

"Sure thing," I said, trying to sound like I knew what I was doing on a boat.

"Don't mind if I mention this as well, since you're a couple 'n all," the guide said, lifting his sunglasses over his eyes.  "If y'all are gonna be fuckin' in the Gulf, that's cool.  That's why I can charge what we charge to rent a boat for four hours.  Just know that the Coast Guard patrols and they can see almost anything from up to a half-mile away.  Just a heads up."

Fifteen minutes of riding the waves followed, with this guide named Chet helping steer the S.S. Yellowbird to a place where we could have some privacy.  

Yet both of us were preoccupied with the moment Chet would hop onto a speedboat and whisk himself away, so we would have a glorious session of hot lovemaking, bouncing on the waters of the Gulf of Mexico...

An engine-powered boat pulled up along the yacht, just as the waves swayed us gently and Chet shook hands and said my goodbyes, disappearing into the horizon, back to the shore.

You grabbed my hand and held me close, our bodies now glistening, almost like the water off the ocean.

"Where were we again?" I asked, tasting your soft lips and squeezing the small of your back.  I always loved how you felt in my arms.  I told you that you had the perfect body and that I was always so turned on around you.  

You never let me tell you otherwise.  :)

With our eyes closed, the kissing intensified as hands started running all over each other.  Tacky as ever, I wore a t-shirt from a Bail Bonds place back in Iowa.  you ran your hands under my navy t-shirt, under the back where it blared out, 'You Ring, We Spring!', sneaking a steal of my waist and my new, red swim shorts.

I could feel the outline of your new bikini, just screaming to get out.  I slipped a finger or two under the neckline in your white t-shirt, feeling you catch a quick breath at the anticipation of my touch.

"Let's just keep standing up," you suggested, even as a wave nearly made us both stumble. 

"For now," I smiled back.  I looked at the black, shiny Umbro shorts that you wore as a cover, largely to prevent me from seeing this bikini I had fantasized about for weeks.  Now was the time for that to all go away and for me to take in your bold and sexy beauty.

With my hands now running under the white shirt, I lifted the shirt up and finally got a look at your bikini, as I caressed the sides of your breasts.  Mmmmmmm.  White and purple.

Standing on the back of the yacht, I turn you around, cupping your breasts and reaching down to help slip off your black workout shorts, sliding the slick shorts own to your feet.  I glanced up to take in your firm, tight ass, covered only by the bikini bottoms.

As I always had done, I took a long look at you, still shocked that a woman as beautiful, stunning and passionate wanted to spend time with a guy like me.

Wow, I thought.  

Now you are reaching to peel off my clothes, throwing my navy t-shirt into the shaded deck, where my clothes were piling up.  You dig your hands inside my shorts, feeling my muscular butt and giving it a gentle squeeze.

I kissed your neck, slipping a hand inside your hot purple and white top, pinching your right nipple softly.  Touching your breast only made me even harder as your hands were now starting to explore the waistband in my shorts, reaching down to gently touch the trimmed hair that surrounded my ever-growing bulge.

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"I want you now," you moaned into my ear, more of a whisper even though we couldn't see a person anywhere near us.  Only fish, waves and sunshine out here.

You stroked my hardening cock, through the red suit as I reached down and tested out your bikini bottoms to see how wet you are.  I guided a willing finger over your love mound, over to discover it was completely bare.  

Nothing.  Not even a tinge of hair.

This stirred my mind.  You had a beautiful, perfect area "down there".  Wanting to see what this was about, my fingers grabbed onto the sides of your bikini - the lovely purple and white, of course - and guided the bikini bottoms to your feet.  I looked up to see you were fully shaved now.

"Just for me?" I asked.

You guided a finger on top of your clit, because she could, and smiled.  "Just wanted to mix it up a little.  You never seem to mind it down there any."

"No, I never do..."

I guided your onto the seated area, which was pretty hot, given the exposure to the sun.  I put my t-shirt down for you to sit on so that your hot little ass wouldn't get all burned.  

Feeling the sun beating down on my shoulders and back, I leaned in to kiss your bare and tasty pussy.  As I expected, it tasted like honey, the grooves and folds of skin like a welcome bounty to my twirling and tickling tongue.  I grabbed your breasts as you unhooked the top of your bikini, putting the top on the back of my neck.

You smelled incredible.  I couldn't describe what the scent was but the combination of your fragrance and your natural scent from being excited drove me wild.

With my tongue running circles on your sensitive clit, I run an index finger...and then two fingers inside of you.  I felt your perfect pussy wrap itself all around my caring and exploring fingers.  your breathing stopped and started at the sensation.

I licked all over your down there, as my fingers slid in and out of your wet pussy.  I licked your clit and then ran a thumb all over it before I moved my tongue further south to lick your ass.  Twisting my head, I made eye contact with you, as you had ditched your sunglasses so you could look back into my eyes.

This was so hot... so hott with two t's.  You bit your bottom lip as we both wished this moment could last forever.

"I want your cock inside of me," you insisted.  "Is it ready?"

"More than ready, luv.  You make me so, so, so hot."

"I can tell," she said, unwrapping my full-size cock from the constraints of the red (and very, very stylish) swim shorts.  

"Let's go up here."  I guided you to the front of the yacht, the spot where there is an open space between the railing.

"A little walk on the wild side.  THIS is bold, my love."

I helped lead your beautiful body to the hot, light part of the boat, your head inching near the edge of the boat.  Your opened your moist legs, ready for my hard cock to enter.

"I can't wait to lick it," you said, "but I'll taste you after you've been inside of me."  You played with your sensitive clit as I stroked myself to reach maximum size.

I guided my throbbing head just inside of your beautiful pussy lips, pushing in slowly but realizing that you were so wet...and tight...and hot.

"OOOOOOHHHHHH," you sighed, taking in every inch, every half-inch, of my dick.

You grabbed at my hips while I held onto your waist, the light waves of the ocean also serving as a guide to sway us.  I looked around for the Coast Guard.

Nope.

Still all alone.  

Thrusting away, now at a faster pace, I lick my thumb and place it on your clit.  Now we both could feel your climax building up.  

I looked down at your perfect body, with me deep inside of you.  My mind was fully locked in on pleasuring you.  No phone calls.  No distractions.  No breakers knocking waves all over the boat.

The buildup was already filling my hard cock.  You started pawing at my ass, scratching it as the passion filled your tight and wet body.

"Don't stop, baby," you yelled.  "Keep rubbing there."

I kept up the pace, feeling your grab at my cock with each thrust.  A perfect fit -- fitting for our perfect lovemaking on this steamy afternoon.

You couldn't hold off any longer as you looked into my eyes, took your hands off my ass and started slapping the front of the boat.  A run of waves only intensified our feelings as the climax - so anticipated for your - enraptured your gorgeous body.

"OOOOOHHHHHHH," you cooed at your moment of sweet release.

I slowed down so you could savor each sensation, every touch.  I leaned down to kiss you, our tongues meshing with passion.

I held you, tight, for another minute, still hard inside of you.  

"Now, your turn to come," you said.  I got up and sat on the same seat that, minutes before, I had pleasured your with my tongue along your welcoming pussy lips.  "I'm ready to ride you."

With my pole just shooting straight up, you said down on my cock, your hands connecting and our eyes locked into each other's eyes...

Now the buildup wouldn't last much longer for me.  You were so beautiful, your pussy bobbing up and down on my cock.  I stole a glance at that -- still blown away that a woman like you wanted to make love to me -- on this boat in the middle of the Gulf.  You reached down to kiss me, driving me crazy and leading me to the brink of my orgasm.

"I'm about to come, luv... in a few seconds," I whispered.

"Let me taste it," you said.

You hopped off my hard cock and dropped to your knees, stroking my cock with one hand and cupping my balls with the other. 

I felt the explosion coming and looked right into your eyes.  Your smile and your eyes said, I love loving you.  Especially at this moment.

Feeling totally comfortable in your arms, I shot my first load way into the Mississippi sky, landing somewhere in the boat.   You covered my exploding cock with your mouth as I emptied out, the come dripping off your lips as we both giggled.

You gave my cock a gentle squeeze and stood up to kiss my lips, our tongues clashing once again after this moment of True Tingly.

"What do you want to do now?" you said.

"We've got three hours left, Beautiful.  Let's take a nap...and do it one more time..."

"You're so sexy.  I'm so lucky."

"No, I'm the lucky one..."

*****

Hours 17 - 24 of My 24 Hour Date with JJ

I woke a few hours later.  I turned and saw JJ laying in bed next to me.  Wow.  It was not a dream. I wanted to snuggle up next to him, but I was afraid I might wake him up, and I knew he had a hell-ish work schedule over the next few days and he really needed his sleep. So, I grabbed my iPhone, opened the Kindle app, and did some reading.

But every few minutes I'd find myself just staring at him, watching him sleep, making a mental note of the rhythm of his breath and every line and curve of his face. I found myself remembering the night before, which made me really want to wake him up, but I resisted. Instead, I got up and went to the bathroom to clean up a bit, brush my teeth, run a brush through my hair. I thought about putting on some makeup and pretending that I always looked like that when I woke up, but that thought just made me laugh at myself.  It was so un-Kat-like.  I'm definitely a "take me as I am" kind of person. Attempting a silly deception like that just wasn't going to happen. I went back to bed and did some more reading, waiting for him to wake.

When he finally started stirring about an hour later, I put down my reading and curled up next to him, kissing his neck and his arm, and sliding my hand up and down his inner thigh. As wakefulness took over, he turned onto his side and put an arm around me, pressing his hardening cock against my leg. He kissed my neck, then my cheek, then his lips found their way to my mouth and he kissed me deeply, passionately.

"Good morning, Baby," he said, still a bit groggy.

"Good morning," I replied before opening my mouth to welcome another of his kisses.

We made some small talk for a little while - "What time is it?"  "Wow, it's that late?" "When do we have to check out?"

Then he rolled on top of me, nudging my legs apart.

"I want you," he said, "just like this.  You just lay back and relax."

He got no argument from me. I pulled up my knees as he entered me, filling me completely in one deep stroke. We both moaned. What is it about morning sex that feels so different than nighttime sex?

He started pumping his hips, slowly at first.  I could tell he was enjoying every sensation, trying to make it last. As he started to move faster, he opened his eyes and looked into mine. I pulled my legs back a little more until.....ahhh yes.....he hit just... the right.... spot on each thrust. I couldn't look away from his eyes. They were focused, intense, commanding.

I could feel myself starting to cum.  No!  Not so soon!  I bit my lip to distract myself and try to stop it, but it was no use. I looked at him almost desperately and started to moan.

"It's ok.  Cum for me, Baby," he whispered.

Just as said that, the orgasm shot through me like an electric current, making me shudder almost violently. I held onto his shoulders tightly while the pleasure kept coming in waves.  I knew he could feel my cunt tightening around him, and he started fucking me hard and fast at that point. I wrapped my legs around his hips and started grinding against him, not thinking, but just letting my body do as it wanted. I was still cuming when he released into me, making the familiar sounds of satisfaction that I was coming to know very well.

Afterwards, he leaned down and kissed me again, then rolled next to me and held me. We lamented that our time together was almost over. We talked about when we would see each other again, our plans for the rest of the week and the weekend, and how much we didn't want this time together to end.

We made love one more time before getting up and almost rushing to get out by check out time.I thought about what a difference it was from the afternoon before when it felt like we had all the time in the world.

What a difference 24 hours makes.

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If you missed the first two posts in this series, here they are:

Hours 1 - 4 of My 24 Hour Date with JJ

Hours 5 - 16 of My 24 Hour Date with JJ

Hours 5-16 of My 24 Hour Date with JJ

The air as JJ and I walked out of the spa was cool and refreshing.  We talked about how it was 100 degrees at home, but here it was perfect. Who wanted to go home anyway?  I sure didn’t!

We got into his car and started driving.  Out of Oakland and on the Bay Bridge to San Francisco.  But home is the other way.  Who cares?  We were in no hurry and we were both just enjoying the drive and each other. I guess you could say we took the long way home. It was a perfect day for a drive  – a beautiful sunny California day.  We cruised through Golden Gate Park, then the Presidio.  Then we crossed over the Golden Gate Bridge, and up to Marin before circling back around toward the Valley. 

As we drove, we talked. We talked about our families, our childhoods, our work. On parts of the journey we didn't talk at all; we just looked at the scenery in silence, and that was comfortable, too. Eventually, though, I started to get antsy. I wanted to get to the hotel because there were still so many things I wanted to do with him that were not going to happen in his car.

When we got back to town, it was dinnertime, so we went to the nice restaurant next door to our hotel and shared a meal. We talked some more. Still, nothing felt hurried or rushed.  Then we checked into the hotel and I went to the room while JJ left to take care of some business for an hour or two. 

I welcomed the opportunity to clean up a bit, put on my sexy new black satin and lace nightie, and touch base via text message with my friends DauntlessD and Cara. Dauntless just wanted to know that I was ok and safe and having a good time. Cara, though, wanted details, which I was not prepared to share at the time. Every now and then I'd get a text from JJ letting me know what he was up to and how close he was to being back to the hotel.

I thought time would pass more quickly if I watched the Giants game, but it wasn't on any of the channels the hotel carried.  I thought, seriously? No ballgame? I thought this was a decent hotel...until that moment. I judge hotels by many indicators, including cleanliness, safety, price, check in times, discretion of  front desk staff, accessible back entrances, well hidden parking lots, and, yes, television access to key sporting events.  The lack of the Giants game was just annoying, so I turned off the tv, climbed into bed, and waited for JJ's return.

I didn't have to wait long. JJ let himself in and came over to the bed and kissed me. The room was dimly lit. I had all the lights off except the one in the entryway. 

As we were kissing, I whispered, "Why don't you get out of those clothes?"

In no time at all, he was naked and climbing into bed with me. The first thing he did was wrap his arms around me and pull me close to him as he kissed me. I loved that. In that moment, it was like he was pulling me away from the world and all of its distractions and focusing my attention entirely on him. 

I reached down and found his already hard cock and started stroking him slowly, but firmly, as his hand found its way to my pussy, fingers circling my clit. We lay facing each other, still kissing. I shifted slightly so I could open my legs wider for him and he rewarded me by sliding a finger deep inside me. I gasped and arched my back as his fingertip grazed that special spot inside me. He smiled.

"There it is," he said.

I nodded.

He added another finger and started finger fucking me deeply. I bucked against his hand, conflicted - wanting to tell him I wanted his cock inside me, but not wanting him to stop what he was doing. 

He whispered, "Is my little slut going to cum for me again?"

"Yes," I answered, nodding and gripping his arm as the pleasure built. "Just like that. Please. Like that."

My hips started shuddering and he moved his hand faster, harder. I screamed as I let go, feeling the pulsating pleasure ripple through me.

"I can feel you coming, Baby," he said.

I couldn't respond, except to nod and moan. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations I was experiencing - his fingers inside me, his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth, his chest against my breast, the coolness of the room and the warmth of his body and his breath.

As I recovered, he asked, "What do you want now, Kat?"

I love those easy questions.

"I want to feel your cock inside me," I said.

"Oh? How do you want it?" he whispered as he started kissing and sucking on my neck.

He knows I can barely think when he kisses my neck like that, but he does it anyway. Hmmm....

I stammered, "Any way you want it. Anything you want."

He rolled over and rose to his knees. I did the same, leaning on my forearms as he moved behind me. He positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to my tight asshole. Then he moved it down between my pussy lips, then back to my ass again. He playfully moved it back and forth.

"Decisions, decisions," he said.

I giggled. My giggles stopped as he started sliding his cock into my ass. I squealed at first. He paused to give me a moment to adjust, then I took a deep breath and leaned back against him. A satisfied groan escaped his mouth as I pressed all the way back. 

He grabbed my hips and started fucking my ass slowly at first, then faster.  

"Oh my god, that feels so good," I murmered. "Yes, Fuck my ass, Baby.. Fuck your slut hard, just like I need it."

JJ responded exactly as I expected. He pounded me hard while I squeezed his cock as hard as I could, holding on to the edge of the bed to keep myself from being pushed into the wall in front of me. I heard him moan and felt him tighten his fingers on my skin. He came in a series of three slow, forceful, final thrusts. He held me back against him for about 15 seconds after the last thrust, before leaning forward and kissing my back, then my neck. 

He collapsed next to me and I curled up in his arms again. We talked and kissed and made love a couple more times over the next couple of hours before falling asleep in each other's arms.

I woke up a few hours later. JJ was sleeping on his side, facing away from me, so I snuggled up behind him and breathed in his scent. That same scent would lightly linger in my hair, on my skin, and my clothes as a reminder of him after we parted. I breathed him in again and thought about how I would be at home with my husband and kids doing something quite mundane - like making dinner or washing dishes - when that scent would barely brush by me, and my body would respond as if he were there. My nipples would harden and I'd feel my panties grow damp. I'd close my eyes, taking a break from whatever I was doing for just a moment, and picture him there with me again, touching me as only he could. And so I'd be reminded of him until I opened my eyes again and came back to the present moment.

But at that moment, I was listening to him breathe as he slept, and I started kissing his back and neck gently and reaching my hand around to stroke him and feel his cock awake slowly before the rest of him. 

As he started to stir into consciousness, I turned onto my side, facing away from him, and he rolled over and followed me, wrapping his arms around me and pressing against my back.  He rubbed his hardness against me, and I arched my back and shifted so he could access whichever hole he wanted. He slid his cock between my pussy lips first a few times, and I thought he might just cum there without entering me, but after a minute or so, he pulled his cock back and then slowly slid it into my ass. We moved together slowly, lazily. No words were spoken. Soon he moved his arm down around my hips and held me back onto him as he finished with a flurry of quick thrusts. Then he moaned and kissed my shoulder. 

Moments later, I heard his breathing become even again as he drifted back to sleep, his arms still tight around me.